"Fujiwara, you're too easy to go, aren't you?" Takeda looked at Fujiwara in front of him and said with envy.

"There's nothing complicated here," Fujiwara, who was holding Hotaru and holding her around her neck, said lightly. "And I think you're in a good place right now, don't you?"

At this time, Takeda and Yuma were no longer gently holding their hands together as before, but holding each other's hands firmly like Chiba and Ashbara - since Yuma had slipped once before, Takeda and Yuma had already chosen such a firmer way.

At this moment, Chiba suddenly frowned, and Fujiwara, Hotaru, and Gray Harahara also showed strange expressions almost at the same time after a moment.

The reason is simple, they heard the sound of motorcycles - on the otherwise silent mountain, and it was getting closer and closer to them.

"Did I hear me wrong?" Qian Yu asked with some uncertainty. "This ......"

How can there be the sound of a motorcycle in such a place where there is not even a human voice?

But in fact, this happened in front of them with a stunned face.

"Left front," Chiba had already locked his gaze in the direction where the voice was coming from. "From the volume of the engine looks like a madman...... But to be able to run the engine at full power in such a place without crashing into a tree, even if you are really a madman, you are definitely a professional madman. ”

After about ten seconds, the sound of the motorcycle's tires hitting the branches on the ground appeared in their ears, and the fluctuations caused by the engine sound accompanied by the change of attitude became clear, indicating that the motorcycle was not passing from a distance, but was coming in their direction.

"Cars shouldn't theoretically be here," Fujiwara frowned, hugging Hotaru behind a tree that was relatively thick, and even if a motorcycle did hit it, it would never do any harm to them hiding behind it. "Be careful!"

"......" Qian Yu silently took out the Traceless Umbrella - not because he was going to do something, but just a sign of releasing the pressure after feeling a little pressure in this situation.

About fifteen seconds later, Chiba's support unit caught what he wanted to see in the crevices of the dense jungle: a man dressed in a full motorcycle racer outfit was driving a blue-painted motorcycle in their direction.

"......Actually driving here," Qian Yu muttered, as she walked to the back of a tree with Gray Plains.

When the motorcycle was close to them, Qian Yu suddenly felt that this person seemed to be a little strange: a bamboo-colored pipe suddenly stretched out from his back, and the weird style of the top that was exposed made Qian Yu not react to the packaging of what it was for the first time. With that, the group watched as the blue motorcycle sped towards them and stopped beside them.

"......" Fujiwara hugged Hotaru, who had already put one hand on the tree next to him, with a somewhat inexplicable look, looking at this person who looked like a rampant who was scattered at will.

"Buzz!" With the roar of the engine again, the racer steered the motorcycle to the direction of the descent of the tree root road, and in the process, Chiba turned to the back of the racer and focused his eyes on the bamboo-colored barrel on the racer's back and the dark black bamboo barrel fastened to it. At the lower end of the slub tube is also a string with spike tails at both ends.

These two things...... What is it for?

Before Qianyu could react, the motorcycle had already started rapidly in the direction of the downhill at its highest power, leaving only a somewhat unpleasant pale smoke.

Beijing Metropolis; 92-48, which is the license plate number of the motorcycle recorded by Chiba's auxiliary unit.

"Why did you come from that side?" After the motorcycle left, Qian Yu looked in the direction where the motorcycle appeared with a puzzled look. "Even if it's a motorcycle, it's quite hard to drive in a place that hasn't been explored, right?"

"That's ......," Fujiwara also had a slightly uncertain look on his face. It looks like a bamboo knife barrel from a famous bamboo knife shop in Kyoto. ”

Bamboo knife barrel? If it is not used for other purposes, it is most likely used to hold bamboo knives. But...... What is the purpose of a person carrying a bamboo knife and riding a motorcycle in a dense forest with no people?

"......" Fujiwara looked at the direction of the motorcycle with a suspicious look, but finally refocused his eyes on Hotaru. After hesitating for a moment, Fujiwara turned in the direction of the descent. "Let's go down the hill first, this place—"

"Don't worry about me," Hotaru shook her head suddenly, and then held on to the tree. "I'm just breaking my foot, and I'm not dying or something. If you want to see it, you can see it, and I might be able to walk on my own after a little rest here. And if you sit here for a while, you might have a chance to deal with it a little. ”

"That's ......," Fujiwara pondered for a moment, turning his gaze in Yuzhen's direction. Can you take care of her? I'm a little concerned about what's going on over there and want to take a few minutes to make sure. ”

"Hmm!" Yuzhen nodded hurriedly.

"Okay—" Fujiwara carefully lowered Yuma so that she could barely support her uninjured leg and hand, and only let go of her remaining hand after Yuma held Hotaru. Just as he was about to leave, something suddenly came to his mind. "Wait a minute, Tachibana, you come over too."

"Huh?" Qian Yu was stunned.

"Just come here!" Fujiwara said this and left the main path of the root path and walked towards the dense forest.

"Ah...... Oh! Qian Yu hesitated for a moment before looking at Gray Yuan Ai with some hesitation, and the latter just nodded.

……

"Why are you calling me?" Shuttling through the dense forest, Chiba asked.

"I need you to give me enough fighting power," Fujiwara said as he walked forward with one hand in his pocket, observing the rut marks left in the softer dirt on the ground. "They have Hotaru on their side, and even if something happens, they at least have the ability to protect themselves - even if she breaks her foot."

"Do you think this man came here to throw the body?" Chiba asked. "But in that case, it's hard to explain why he's carrying those two canisters on his back — it's hard to carry a body on a motorcycle."

"Of course, it's not throwing corpses or anything, but it's more likely to hide something else, such as a bamboo knife in a bamboo knife barrel or something." Fujiwara nodded. "Anyway, if the rut mark ahead—"

His words came to a sudden halt as he walked around a tree—just in front of them, the rut marks disappearing in front of the wreckage of a wooden bridge.

If it wasn't for the fact that the motorcycle flew here from the air, it was that the driver of the motorcycle did not know what caused the destruction of the bridge.