This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

It will be very fast to take the Shinkansen to Iwate Prefecture. It takes only two or three hours to reach Iwate Prefecture from Tokyo, and then transfer to a bus, and you can get to Yashan City in an hour at most.

After arriving in Iwate, there are still various things to do, such as hotel reservations, exploring Sucha High School, etc...

Among them, the exploration of Xucha High School is the top priority of this trip.

Maybe the police can't learn anything from the ruins of the past, but Beichuan Temple is different.

He can see 'spirits', and 'spirits' are things constructed by human thoughts. Maybe some low-level resentful spirits who have lost their minds cannot communicate with Beichuan Temple, but if he goes to investigate, maybe he can get some from those' Ling' howled unconsciously to get precious information.

Thinking of this, Beichuan Temple didn't hesitate, went to ask the teacher for a few days off after class in the afternoon, and then went straight home.

After returning home, Beichuan Temple called Mirai Kamiya and asked her to take care of Beichuan Eri in the past few days.

Kamiya Mirai's voice didn't sound too much of a surprise, after all, it was an agreed upon matter.

After instructing her, Beichuan Temple called Beichuan Eri again, briefly explaining that he would go to Iwate Prefecture for a few days, and hung up the phone regardless of Beichuan Eri's inexplicable tone.

These are all things that have been said yesterday, but Beichuan Eri did not listen carefully, and she can't blame Beichuan Temple for taking such an attitude.

This sister must have a longer memory.

Beichuan Temple exhaled lightly, looked sideways, and looked at the things in the large tourist shoulder bag.

Two sets of changing clothes, chargers, three flashlights, and Moribai balls.

Everything was ready, Beichuan Temple nodded with satisfaction, put on the watch with the time in hand, and then zipped up the travel shoulder bag.

Then check the wallet, student ID... everything is fine.

He nodded in satisfaction, and simply went downstairs with his bag:

"Set off."

Beichuan Temple didn't look back, half of his face sank into the scarf, leaving Beichuan's family far behind.

 …

From Shinkansen to Morioka, Iwate Prefecture, and then from Morioka to Hachiyama City, it took Kitagawa Temple nearly four hours.

From four o'clock when we set off to now, the time has come to half past eight in the evening.

The street lights had been turned on as early as half past six, and the sky had been dark for a long time.

Beichuan Temple was still in a hurry to book a hotel room for himself, but encountered a troublesome thing.

"You came to Bashan City to look for relatives? But the address given by the relatives is wrong? The phone is dead, and you can't find the small police station on duty?"

Beichuan Temple frowned tightly, looking at the large and small figures in front of him.

It was a middle-aged woman with thick palms and a country face, and a fair, pink-faced little girl of seven or eight years old.

The girl seemed to have been taken outside by her mother for a long time, and there were faint red marks on her fair and pink cheeks.

In fact, it is true that a simple farmer living in the Japanese countryside suddenly came to the big city and couldn't find his way. However, it is too unreliable to get lost with his daughter at night.

Beichuan Temple glanced at his watch.

The current time is 8:46, and the approximate time to send the mother and daughter away should be nine o'clock.

He frowned and then relaxed, and finally saw the little girl shivering with snot in her nose, he just shook his head:

"Let's go, but I may not necessarily take you to the right place. After all, I am also a tourist who just came to Bashan City."

"Thank you very much! Thank you very much!" The farmer-like woman bowed to Beichuan Temple again and again, expressing her gratitude for his help.

Beichuan Temple waved his hand.

He glanced at the little girl again.

But this little girl is not only not afraid of life, but she also showed a cute innocent smile at Beichuan Temple.

Under this kind of smile, the expression on Beichuan Temple's face softened a lot.

In winter nights, having such a smiling face is always heart-warming.

"Come with me." Beichuan Temple took out his mobile phone, called up Google Maps, and glanced at the approximate location of several of himself.

It still takes a little time to get to the nearest police station from here. He waved his hand and signaled the two people behind him to follow him.

The night in Yashan City is different from that of Tokyo. It lacks the throbbing feeling of the city and has more tranquility.

In this terrified winter night, the cold air whizzed past Beichuan Temple's scalp.

The night was suppressed, and the tranquility turned into dead silence, and Beichuan Temple could even hear his own breathing.

He walked forward like this, answering the questions of the middle-aged woman behind him from time to time.

Most of the questions asked by the middle-aged women were trivial, such as asking why Beichuan Temple came to Iwate Prefecture alone, or nagging about the little girl around her.

From their mouths, Beichuan Temple also learned their names and the purpose of coming to Iwate County.

"That means Aunt Xikutiao came to see her biological father with pity?" Beichuan Temple asked slightly surprised.

The middle-aged woman's name is Nishi Kujo Mika. She divorced Nishi Kujo's poor biological father a few years ago and lived alone in the countryside with a little girl.

Originally, the two parties had actually negotiated in court that Xi Jiutiao's poor biological father should pay part of Xi Jiutiao's poor child support.

But recently that man hasn't sent any money for three months, and Mika Nishikujo is a countryman who can't afford the poor tuition fees of Nishikujo, so she can only take her daughter and bite the bullet and come to Bashan City.

But the address given by the man was wrong from the beginning, which caused Mika Nishikujo to get lost, and later met Beichuan Temple and asked him for help.

It turned out to be like this.

Beichuan Temple couldn't stop shaking his head.

The wind is getting colder at night.

The weather seemed to be deteriorating, and even the lights of the street lamps on both sides of the street were faltering.

Beichuan Temple wrapped his scarf tightly, and heard Mika Nishikujo ask from behind:

"Why did Mr. Beichuan come to Bashan City alone?"

"What I have to do is similar in nature to yours. It is also looking for people." Beichuan Temple blinked, and he turned to look at Xi Jiutiao who had two red marks on his face. Put on the scarf with residual warmth for her.

After all this was done, Beichuan Temple stood still and took Xi Kutiao's poor little hand.

He turned around, looked at Mika Nishikujo in front of him, and said:

"Here we are."

In front of Mika Nishikujo was not a police station, but a neat row of rented apartment buildings, with lights flickering at night.

In front of Beichuan Temple is Mika Nishikujo.

The mother had already changed from the image of a loving mother to a wraith with scarlet eyes and black energy full of resentment.

Her black nails gleamed coldly like a paper knife, and her forehead was stained with blood. Looking carefully, there was a big hole in the hollow of her forehead, from which black liquid flowed out.

Yes, Mika Nishikujo...including the poor Nishikujo next to Beichuan Temple——

It has long been counted as the living.

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