The crime of suicide, serial numbers, the Pure Land, gifts from the gods...
None of these elements seemed like the result of a normally developing society. Japan's history had been severed a hundred years ago, and then these inexplicable things had begun popping up one after another.
What exactly had happened in Japan a hundred years ago?
And what was the Pure Land?
One thought after another surfaced in his mind. Lin Qiye became increasingly certain that his first impression of this place had been correct.
Beneath this peaceful, tranquil exterior, there had to be some extremely dangerous secret hidden away.
Perhaps this was why the future King Mask had sent him here?
Lin Qiye pondered for a long time before finally writing a sentence on the paper:
—I want to go out and look around.
Right now, Lin Qiye was like someone lost in a fog, ignorant of everything around him. After hearing these things from Yurina, for some reason, an inexplicable sense of urgency had risen in his heart.
He wanted to figure out what exactly was going on here.
He no longer had any language barrier. As long as he acted carefully, there should not be any major problems. Staying in this container would not lead to much progress either; he wanted to personally explore this mysterious city.
Yurina thought for a moment, then continued writing on the paper:
—Of course you can leave if you want to, but do you have somewhere to go at night? Do you have any money on you?
Lin Qiye froze.
—No.
—Don't look at me like that. We don't have any money either, so there's nothing we can do to help you.
Seeing the hopeful look in Lin Qiye's eyes, Yurina hurriedly wrote those words down. Her little face was