Kamiyagawa wandered around the small town beside the mine with "Thousand Silver Needles" tucked into his pocket.
"Betoukozan closed in 1973, and this town seems to have been a gathering place for miners and their families back then. Perhaps the older residents might once have been miners. We could likely get first-hand information about Betoukozan from them."
That was what Kamiya had done on Oguri Island too.
Claiming to be a folklorist, he would strike up conversations with the local middle-aged and elderly, armed with a small silver rod.
The approach worked well.
The area of the town was small, and its streets were far from spacious. After wandering around for some time, he saw no suitable target.
"Hiss... Huh?"
At the corner of a certain street, Kamiyagawa's gaze was drawn to a person approaching head-on.
It was a woman in her early twenties, looking like a university student.
Her features were strikingly pretty and charming.
