This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

Beichuan Temple spent the rest of the time resting.

Although it was nothing to him to just stay up all night, considering what he had to do tonight, Beichuan Temple felt that it would be better for him to nourish his energy.

In the case of deliberately pressing enough sleep, time passed quickly, and it was night in a blink of an eye.

Beichuan Temple put on the headset and pushed open the door of the ward.

For some reason, it seems to be very cold tonight, and the corridor is also extremely quiet, giving off a feeling of death.

Considering that the shovel wraith might appear anywhere, Wen Suzuki simply removed all the doctors and nurses on night shift to make room for Beichuan Temple to play better.

With a backpack and a flashlight on his back, Beichuan Temple strolled in the No. 2 Psychiatric Hospital.

clack, clack, clack...

The crisp footsteps shattered into strange echoes.

The white walls spread forward, and the edge seemed to be far away in this weird night.

Just like yesterday, Beichuan Temple remained active today, looking for the shovel wraith.

Just as he was moving around, an electric sound suddenly came out of the headset, and a panicked voice of a new security guard came out of it: "Master Beichuan, I saw it! That... that figure is in the miscellaneous room on the far right of the third floor." Near the Object Room!"

The other party's voice was a little loud and faintly broken, and Beichuan Temple almost took out the headset and threw it on the ground.

"knew."

Beichuan Temple simply replied and rushed to the utility room on the third floor.

The Kagura bell made a tinkling sound.

"Now go to the second floor! He can go through the wall!"

The security guard's voice screamed in horror.

Beichuan Temple stopped at the foot, and jumped down holding on to the handrail of the stairs.

The sound of his swift footsteps was like a drum beating to his death. The Shovel Wraith seemed to have sensed this, and desperately switched positions to escape.

This feeling is as if the wraith is hiding from the living, and it seems a bit perverted.

"Now go to the first floor!!!"

"Be quiet." Beichuan Temple reminded that side while running.

Well--

The security guard in the monitoring room coughed twice in embarrassment: "That, that, Master Beichuan, it is about to leave the building."

"Really?" Beichuan Temple responded, his feet staggered, and he rushed to the window on the other side. After raising his hand to open the window, he jumped directly from the second floor.

The security guard in the monitoring room also saw this scene. He seemed to have seen a ghost, and he couldn't even speak for a while.

At the beginning, when he saw a high school student like Beichuan Temple, he had a look of disdain, thinking that his colleagues just made excuses for his fainting and dereliction of duty yesterday, but now it seems——

Beichuan Temple had no time to respond to the thoughts of a security guard. The moment he landed, he put his palms on the ground, and rushed directly to the gate after unloading his strength.

In the sight of Beichuan Temple, a jet-black figure squeezed out from the crack of the door, quickly forming a human shape.

He turned his head one hundred and eighty degrees again, watched Beichuan Temple let out a shrill and vicious scream, and then——

Fled in the direction of the office building.

This kind of behavior is tantamount to chanting the loudest slogans and doing the most embarrassing things.

But Beichuan Temple didn't care either.

Under the monitoring of the monitor, Beichuan Temple sneered and said in a gloomy tone:

"Where else can you run to?"

Gudoo -

Seeing Beichuan Temple's ferocious appearance like a murderer, the surveillance officer leaned back on the chair, his throat wriggling with difficulty.

This is too scary!

What's the matter with this person? !

He was trembling all over, for fear that Beichuan Temple would come and kill all the doctors and nurses in the hospital after eradicating the resentful spirits.

"It turns out that what the guy who was stunned yesterday was telling the truth. This person is definitely not normal... No matter how you think about it, isn't it normal?"

The monitor muttered to himself in fear.

On the screen, Beichuan Temple was chasing after him with a dull and frantic pace, carrying a sapper shovel at a speed no weaker than that of the black shadow.

He also wanted to zoom in on the next monitoring, but found that there was no monitoring installed in the office building at all, so he had to give up.

On the other side, Beichuan Temple was hanging behind the black shadow in three steps and two steps in parallel.

One person and one ghost soon came to the door of the office building.

Just when Beichuan Temple was about to rush forward, a young man suddenly walked out from the door of the office building.

"Master Beichuan?!" Suzuki Wen, who had just finished handling the affairs, looked at Beichuan Temple rushing in astonishment, and then——

His pupils shrank, and he obviously found Narumi Kawakami, whose appearance was terrifying to the limit.

Narumi Kawakami was wearing a tattered white doctor's uniform, the surface of which was covered with black blood, his neck was twisted 180 degrees, and only the whites of his eyes could be seen.

Narumi Kawakami rushed over as soon as he saw Suzuki Wen, and the distance between the two quickly narrowed. Under Suzuki Wen's horrified gaze, he raised the shovel in his distorted hand——

Boom! ! ! !

Black and foul-smelling liquid splashed everywhere!

Fumi Suzuki sat down on the ground, opened his mouth, and watched the sharp triangular tip of the engineer shovel violently penetrate the back of Narumi Kawakami's head, and then smoothly split his head and neck in half vertically, revealing A disgusting thing with dark yellow mixed with white and black inside.

Violent to the extreme, but there is an indescribable beauty.

The spirits are scattered!

Fumi Suzuki could only sit on the spot and say 'ah...ah...'.

"Are you all right? Dean Suzuki?" Beichuan Temple asked with his engineering shovel back and turned his head sideways.

Under Beichuan Temple's icy gaze, Suzuki Wen seemed to react.

With weak legs, he reluctantly stood up from the ground, and asked in a weak voice, "No, are you all right? Master Beichuan?"

Beichuan Temple inserted the shovel into the dirt ground and replied flatly: "As you can see."

Hearing these words, Suzuki Fumi took a breath as if he was relieved. He caressed his still-shocked chest and reluctantly stood up from the ground: "This, this time, I'm going to trouble Master Beichuan."

"Pay, pay, I will call you after a while."

He was so frightened that his feet were so weak that he had no strength at all.

"The matter of remuneration is another matter. I will send you to the main building of the hospital." Beichuan Temple picked up the engineer shovel and said.

"Then trouble Master Beichuan."

Suzuki Wen didn't try to be brave, he nodded with a pale face, and walked along the road to the main building of the hospital.

Along the way, he said a lot of words of thanks to Beichuan Temple, and his complexion gradually recovered.

It should be said that he really deserves to be the person in charge of the director of a hospital, and his psychological control ability is incomparable to ordinary people.

The two came to his office in the main building of the hospital. Suzuki Fumi transferred all the money to his account in front of Beichuan Temple, and then thankfully sent Beichuan Temple back to the ward to rest.

Things also seem to have come to an end.

Beichuan Temple fell asleep on the bed, and everything seemed to be calm again.

Next, at dawn tomorrow, Beichuan Temple returned to Tokyo.

 …

At three o'clock in the morning, no one saw,

Under the monitor screen in the Beichuan Temple ward, a shadow slowly swept out of the window——

The night is still long.

This is the height of the fourth floor.

Beichuan Temple put his palms on the platform outside the building. With a flick of his wrist, he climbed up the window edge to the outside unit of the air conditioner. Then he moved his feet, and his feet hooked on the iron bars extending from the outside unit of the air conditioner. On the window sill of the third floor, he turned upside down and fell down, and he came to the third floor without a sound.

No matter how rich and powerful the No. 2 Psychiatric Hospital in Ibaraki Prefecture is, it is impossible to specially arrange surveillance cameras to observe the outer wall of the hospital.

In addition to Beichuan Temple's observations in the past two days, he knew the dead spots of the surveillance cameras everywhere.

"I hope you can pretend to be poor for a little longer."

Xi Kujo poorly propped up his body shape with kind thoughts and covered it with a quilt. Generally speaking, surveillance cameras cannot see it.

Beichuan Temple jumped directly from the second floor, and after the receiving movement quietly dispelled the force of the fall, Beichuan Temple pinched the engineering shovel in his hand.

The night wind blows, and the wind with a little heat in early spring is taken away by the fir trees planted around the hospital, turning into cold wind and blowing on people's bodies.

Beichuan Temple looked around, moved his feet, and rushed in the direction of the office building.

Because of the need to keep quiet, Beichuan Temple didn't use all its strength.

But compared to ordinary people, this speed is also very fast.

It took three minutes to walk from here to the office building, and it took about seven minutes for Beichuan Temple to reach the destination, including bypassing security and surveillance cameras.

Under the vast moonlight, the office building has a hideous outline and rises toweringly.

Beichuan Temple's pupils were full of lifeless energy, and he touched them.

The first floor is the reception hall, with a staircase on the left and right sides, and an elevator facing the entrance of the hall.

According to the soul wandering in the air, Beichuan Temple came to the bottom of the stairs on the right.

This stairwell is different from the stairwell on the left, and there are some sundries.

Beichuan Temple touched the piles of corrugated boxes——

No dust.

Beichuan Temple regained his spirits, moved the corrugated box aside, and the flashlight shot a vertical light.

Under the illumination of the vertical light, Beichuan Temple finally saw the hidden secret door.

The secret door is the same marble slab as the floor, so if you don't pay attention, you can't see it at all.

Sure enough, here.

Beichuan Temple's eyes flashed.

He reached out to feel for the handle hidden in the innermost corner.

click...

click...

Can't open it.

Beichuan Temple turned his wrist, and under the vertical light, he saw the embedded lock next to the handle.

He folded up the engineering shovel, and with a light flick of his wrist, Kanesada slid into his palm.

A few cold lights flashed in the air, and the cover was broken, revealing a spacious entrance.

No wonder the stairs on the right are four steps higher than on the left.

It turned out that it was to make room for the secret passage here.

Under the sight of Beichuan Temple, the staircase spiraled downwards, as deep as it seemed that the bottom could not be seen.

Kitagawa Temple put away Kanesada and walked into it with a flashlight.

After walking for about two minutes, Beichuan Temple smelled the smell of potion.

As a medical student he knew exactly what the potion was.

"Formalin."

The further you went down, the stronger the smell of formalin, and at the same time, there was a corpse smell that couldn't be covered up.

Finally, Beichuan Temple reached the bottom floor. He stood firm and fumbled for the switch of the incandescent light in the basement.

With a click, everything in the hidden basement was displayed in front of him.

Facing the Beichuan Temple, there is a blood-stained dissecting table with simple restraint tools on it. On the other side is the sink. The sink seems to have not been cleaned for a long time, and it is covered with hair and black blood stains.

Next to the sink are two shelves on which bottles and jars are placed.

Yellowed viscera and other human body parts soaked in those bottles and jars.

For example, severed hands, heads, internal organs, eyeballs, intestines... (Please, let me pass the review.)

They were quietly placed on the shelf, without any movement.

Beichuan Temple looked across the room calmly and walked forward.

On the dissecting table, there was a male corpse.

The head of the male corpse was smashed, and he was wearing a doctor's suit, wearing black glasses, his tongue sticking out, and his eyes stared blankly at the incandescent lamp.

"Narumi Kawakami."

Beichuan Temple shook his head as he looked at the grisly corpse.

Everything is as he expected.

Thinking about it this way, it was the right choice not to eat the meat here.

The footsteps of Beichuan Temple moved again, and came to the deep left side of the formalin pool.

Several bluish-white corpses were hung on the formalin pool with ferocious iron hooks, and all of them had incomplete parts.

Either the head is empty, or the abdomen is empty, or the arms and legs are missing.

This place is like the worst slaughterhouse in the world, making people shudder just by looking at it.

But Beichuan Temple's mood did not fluctuate much. He pondered and came to the side of Formalin Pond.

Beside the formalin pool, a few blood-stained clothes of patients with blue and white stripes can still be seen.

Beichuan Temple's face remained unchanged. He took the iron hook placed on one side and took out a corpse from the formalin pool.

"Sure enough...the missing patient A..."

Seeing that the other person's face was not much different from the photo, Beichuan Temple put the other person down again.

Everything is exactly as he expected.

This is the secret hidden in this mental hospital.

Bloody, tyrannical, evil, terrifying——

Although this society is dirty and unclean, but similar to this kind of place, as far as a human conscience is concerned, Beichuan Temple hopes that there will be as little as possible.

But then the problem came again.

Beichuan Temple turned his eyes coldly to the direction of the basement entrance.

"After watching the play for so long, it should be out, right? Dean Suzuki."

He stared at the direction of the basement for a long time before someone let out a chuckle.

"As expected of Master Beichuan, he is far better than I imagined."

Wen Suzuki walked down from the entrance slowly. He was wearing white clothes that symbolized a doctor, his eyes were calm and soft, and the good man still had a smile on his face.

As said at the beginning.

Fumi Suzuki has a nice face.

He has a kind face and a sunny appearance, and he feels like a good person.

Coupled with his young age and rich wealth, he should be regarded as the dream lover of many girls, no matter in terms of education or qualifications.

But it is such a person——

But it made Beichuan Temple's face that had always been quiet in the ancient well become emotional.

Beichuan Temple shook his head slowly, black air flashed in his eyes.

But the more this happened, the voice of Beichuan Temple became calmer:

"You don't deserve this suit, Mr. Suzuki."

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