I'm raising a fox fairy wife in Tokyo

……

Mount Kurama is one of the mountains located north of Kyoto. Since ancient times, a continuous range of mountains has surrounded Kyoto, forming a natural barrier in a sense.

among them.

Kurama-dera Temple has a tradition of enshrining tengu (a type of magical creature), and legend has it that Minamoto no Yoshitsune received swordsmanship instruction from tengu there when he was young.

The legends surrounding it are quite varied and confusing.

Because it originally belonged to To-ji Temple, after the struggles and battles among the monks, it was transferred to the Tendai sect, and then it wavered between Shoren-in Temple and Nikko-rin-o-ji Temple...

The sectarian factions within Japanese Buddhism have always been very complex, that's how it is.

Of course, that's all in the past.

Today, as Kyoto has developed into a modern metropolis, it has long been incorporated into urban planning.

There is even a subway line that goes directly here.

Kurama-dera Temple, and Kifune Shrine, which is just across the mountain from it, have become some of the famous historical sites in Sakyo Ward, northern Kyoto, attracting a large number of tourists every year.

……

however.

As Takagawa Takayuki drove his car towards Mount Kurama.

Gradually, however, they discovered that something was amiss.

It felt as if I had truly ventured deep into a mountain, and apart from the mountain road, I could hardly see any "modern atmosphere."

The forests on both sides were so lush that they lacked any of the desolate scenery that autumn should have.

Logically speaking.

Although Sakyo Ward along the way is a suburb of Kyoto, not a bustling area and indeed sparsely populated, it shouldn't be like this at all.

But the car's navigation system continued to instruct it to move forward.

Undoubtedly, it was probably caused by some kind of spirit, or something similar.

After all, several of our colleagues who came here have already disappeared.

The car continued driving until a small village came into view in the valley ahead.

On the mobile map.

This place should have been a desolate wilderness. Similarly, I am still some distance away from Kurama-dera Temple and Kifune Shrine.

but.

As Gao Chuanlong ignored the villages and towns ahead and continued driving forward.

The little arrow representing oneself on the navigation is stuck in place, unable to get close to the nearby temple and shrine no matter what one does.

Same time.

The village we had just passed reappeared in front of the car, its eerie atmosphere emanating from the dark, overcast sky.

It seems we have no choice but to go in, and it looks like it's going to rain; the clouds in the sky look like they're about to hang down, so thick and heavy they seem terrifying.

Gao Chuanlong was driving.

First, I walked around the village along the road and found that it was a typical village located deep in the mountains, with about two or three hundred households.

There are only a few streets, and the villagers have built their houses against the mountains or along the river. Large fields are scattered around, and you can sometimes see big dogs looking out from their yards.

Once you get here, you'll see some signs of modernization.

Gao Chuanlong saw the air conditioner unit outside the house, as well as vans and other vehicles parked on the roadside or in the yard.

now.

The villagers seemed to have all gathered in front of one house.

Having already passed by once, Gao Chuanlong, who was here for the second time, immediately smelled a strong stench of blood as soon as he got out of the car.

And "the taste of evil".

Unlike the icy chill of [Spirit], this sense of evil is quite unsettling, most likely caused by someone from the same profession.

Someone was cursed to death.

The moment Gao Chuanlong got off the bus, he came to this conclusion.

Subsequently.

Passing through the crowd of people who were chatting quietly, I entered the building and was greeted by bloodstains and severed limbs scattered on the ground behind the police tape.

The police officers stationed in the village seemed somewhat unsure about this.

There were only two police officers at the scene. They managed to cover the victim's main body with a white sheet, but there was nothing they could do about the rest.

The young police officer was still managing to stand in front of the cordon and maintain order, signaling to the villagers not to go any further.

And the middle-aged police officers stationed there.

Right now, he was leaning against the chicken coop in the yard, his face pale, vomiting repeatedly, looking like he was about to collapse.

The courtyard was in a mess, but it was still possible to tell that some kind of ritual had been performed there.

The torn banners, the fallen altar, the thatched wheels woven from huge grass rings hanging around the courtyard, and the various offerings and utensils scattered on the altar.

There were also many dead, rotting crows.

Most importantly, the chief priest who presided over the ritual was hanged from the large maple tree in the courtyard, his expression miserable, with a rotten crow stuffed in his mouth.

The culprit behind all this should be the woman sitting under the eaves in the distance.

She was covered in blood.

She was still holding a blood-stained woodcutter's knife in her hand, her head cradled in her hands against her chest, and a chilling smile on her face.

According to the villagers nearby.

Gao Chuanlong heard that the woman seemed to have cut off her own head with a wood-chopping knife before she died.

"I'm cursed..."

indeed.

No matter what, no normal person would cut off their own head; it's impossible in a realistic sense.

The villagers' whispered words crawled into his ears like ants.

Gao Chuanlong learned this.

This is not the first time something like this has happened. In the past month or so, several similar massacres have occurred in the village.

Among them were families who invited monks, deities, or shamans from other places to perform rituals.

Without exception, they all died tragically on the spot.

In response, Gao Chuanlong simply took advantage of the young policeman's inattention and walked to the maple tree in the yard to carefully examine the young priest who was hanging dead on it.

I vaguely remember this person.

He was one of the colleagues who came to Anma Mountain for help but went missing. I think he was from the Yue family.

"..."

They took the carcass down from the tree, then removed the rotting crow from its beak and noticed something resembling hair growing inside its mouth.

Gao Chuanlong walked up to the woman who had cut off her own head, staring at the horrifying sight without reacting at all.

Instead, he carefully examined the other person.

Sure enough, it was later discovered that small clumps of white fur were growing on its body, and its nails and teeth also showed signs of "beastification".

I see……

Hey! Who do you think you are, kid?!

The middle-aged police officer, having finally finished vomiting, turned around and saw Gao Chuanlong suddenly appear in the yard. He was so startled that he almost drew his pistol from his waist.

in particular.

Upon seeing that the deity, who had been hanging from the tree, had been lowered down, they were terrified and their faces changed drastically.

In response, Gao Chuanlong simply took out his identification document.

"I'm from the Anti-Demon Special Division of the Public Security Bureau. I'm in charge of this matter now, understand?"

"?"

The young police officer who was originally maintaining order by the gate of the courtyard and telling the villagers not to squeeze in also curiously came over and looked at himself incredulously along with the middle-aged police officer.

then.

He seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, to which Takagawa Takayuki simply said casually.

"Let's go outside and talk about the details."

……

Sitting on a bench outside the only general store in the village, a light, cold rain began to fall from the sky.

Following the eaves.

A fine curtain of rain formed not far in front of us.

The middle-aged police officer stationed here is named Daigo Takahashi. He is not a local; he was transferred here to be a police officer more than ten years ago. Now he lives in the village with his wife and children.

Is this really a curse?

"Ah."

"Ah...but...that's what the villagers said too, so they invited someone to perform a ritual..."

"He was killed because he wasn't skilled enough."

It may not be nice to say this about our deceased colleagues, but it is indeed the truth.

What exactly happened to the village in front of us is still unknown, but it's definitely related to Kurama-dera Temple, where problems have arisen...

Daigo Takahashi was completely thorough.

He explained the whole story to his "superior".

It was similar to what I had just heard from the villagers' gossip: in recent times, several families in the village had been wiped out because of the "curse."

Some even hired people to perform rituals, but the result was the same as before: they were all slaughtered during the ritual.

However, Daigo Takahashi is, after all, the stationed police officer here.

So he knew more details. First, there was the "murderer," the one who was cursed. Initially, the person would become manic, cursing everyone they met and spewing vulgarities.

Simultaneously.

They have an extreme fondness for raw food, and will catch and eat chickens, ducks, dogs, fish, frogs, and even live rats or insects from the village.

"His eyes would turn red, like...like a demon, you know? Like he was possessed by a devil."

Ah... isn't that what the Western church says?

Brother, you're Japanese.

"The villagers all say that it's all because a monk recently came to the back mountain, and all the curses were cast by that monk."

Where is the devil we were promised?

How can Buddhism allow people to be possessed by demons?

"Some people saw him naked, eating sheep in the mountains, and it's said that after each incident, he would hide in the crowd and take pictures of everything that happened..."

Chapter 112 is also a perfect match for the dog demon girl!

camera?

The sudden appearance of modern vocabulary left Gao Chuanlong somewhat unaccustomed to it.

However, when I remembered visiting Kurama Mountain a few years ago and seeing those young otaku playing bishoujo 2D games on their phones and spending money on them, I immediately felt relieved.

Even the big fox plays mobile games.

It's one of those 18+ erotic mobile games, and I've spent quite a bit of money on it.