This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

In the cold basement, the smell of formalin mixed with corpses, and corpses mixed with blood formed a picture scroll no less than hell.

"Master Beichuan, you must have never thought of it this time."

Suzuki Wen took out the glass again, poured himself another glass of wine, and then said with a smile: "Last month, the director had the habit of checking here every day, and the reason why I came here was because she heard movement at the entrance and notified her." mine."

In fact, it is quite normal for the other party to have accomplices. After all, such things as transporting homeless patients cannot be done by one person.

And it can also be seen from the monitoring room that there are no surveillance cameras in the area of ​​the office building, plus the strange noises at night and other strange stories——

Beichuan Temple's face remained unchanged, he looked at the two people calmly and said, "With a gun?"

"Although the director didn't have a gun license last month, as long as he has the capital, it's not uncommon to get this kind of thing." Suzuki Fumi shrugged and said indifferently.

In fact, even if you have a gun license in Japan, the guns you own are limited to shotguns and air guns, but the gun behind it obviously does not belong between the two.

"Things have become like this, Master Beichuan, I don't want you and me to have such an argument, how about it? Why don't we take a step back, you bury this matter in your heart, and I will treat you as before-after all I appreciate someone as capable as you."

Fumi Suzuki chuckled.

He never panicked from beginning to end.

He knew Beichuan Temple's physical fitness, but no matter how powerful it was, could it be stronger than modern firearms?

He doesn't think so.

Therefore, things have been under his control from the beginning to the present.

Regarding Suzuki Wen's statement, Beichuan Temple just raised his eyelids, and simply asked a question:

"Where is Narumi Kawakami who was favored by Dean Suzuki last time?"

This simple sentence made Suzuki Wen very difficult to look at. He took a deep breath, and his voice finally became cold:

"That is to say... there is no agreement?"

"The answer I knew from the beginning, why do I have to ask again?" Beichuan Temple asked in a cold tone.

"This place is fifteen meters underground, and the surrounding area has been treated with sound insulation." Wen Suzuki continued to ask.

Beichuan Temple remained silent.

"Oh, sorry, I still have high expectations for Master Beichuan."

Fumi Suzuki shook his head helplessly, gestured to Shang Yuexiang, and then closed his eyes——

Boom! ! ! !

The sound of the bullet being fired was extremely harsh.

In the midst of the gunpowder smoke, Shang Yuexiang's startled and frightened voice came out:

"How can it be?"

In the sight of Shang Yuexiang, Beichuan Temple's straight back was still straight, and there was a piercing chill in his eyes, which made her fall into an ice cellar.

Black air... Black air is spreading——

"How is it possible? What are you doing? Last month!" Wen Suzuki opened his eyes, and also saw Beichuan Temple unscathed.

"I don't know! I don't know!" Shang Yuexiang made a terrified voice: "The bullet has obviously been shot! It must have been shot!"

But why hasn't Beichuan Temple collapsed yet?

Why didn't Beichuan Temple's complexion change?

Under Shang Yuexiang's gaze, Beichuan Temple's eyes were blackened by the black air, and the black pupils with no white eyes firmly nailed to her face.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Another three shots were fired, this time not only Shang Yuexiang, but also Suzuki Wen next to him could see clearly.

The bullet was fired, and then collided with the thin black mist that gathered in an instant, and then——

It was bounced off? !

The bullets that fell on the ground made a sizzling sound, and the casing was completely corroded in a short while.

The black mist is like strong acid, making people feel terrifying.

What kind of monster is this...

"You...you are not human..." Shang Yuexiang took two steps back, fighting with each other.

"How dare you say such a thing?"

Beichuan Temple was a little dumb.

This huge underground corpse processing factory is the masterpiece of her and Suzuki Wen.

How dare these two inhumane scum have the nerve to say such a thing?

Seeing that the other party was about to shoot, Beichuan Temple stretched out his palm and pulled the pistol out of her hand.

Yes, pull it over.

Last month, Yuexiang's finger was still on the trigger, and when she pulled it, her index finger was twisted directly with the crisp sound of bone shattering.

After snatching the pistol away, Beichuan Temple kicked Shang Yuexiang directly to Suzuki Wen who was about to escape.

"ah!!!"

Last Yuexiang screamed and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Beichuan Temple's kick broke how many ribs she had.

As for Suzuki Wen, his head was bumped against the shelf, his brain was muddled for a moment, and he couldn't pull up his strength at all.

The two of them fell together with their hands and feet crossed, their faces full of fear of the unknown.

Yes.

They are not afraid of Beichuan Temple.

Instead, he is afraid of the unknown in him.

Originally, they thought they were in control of the overall situation from the beginning to the end, but they never expected that their behavior was so powerless in the eyes of Beichuan Temple.

This is just the simple shaping of the dead energy of Beichuan Temple.

Since the basic mastery of death qi has been promoted to an advanced level, his mastery of death qi has become more and more handy, and the mastery of death qi like this is like pediatrics.

Beichuan Temple walked towards the two with cold eyes.

"You, what do you want to do?!" Last Yue Xianghua cried out in panic with her pale face.

What do you want to do?

Beichuan Temple stopped at the foot, with a smile on his face:

"Do you want to know what color the brain is?."

What color is the brain pulp? !

Last Yuexiang struggled to get up, but she couldn't stand up with several broken ribs, she could only grope for bottles and jars to smash Beichuan Temple.

Beichuan Temple directly stepped on her wrist!

Accompanied by the crisp cracking sound, her face was distorted in pain.

Beichuan Temple kicked her on the other side of her body, and Shang Yuexiang rolled directly to the bottom of the two shelves.

She only felt that her whole body was going to fall apart, and she could only twitch in pain, lying on the ground and groaning unconsciously.

Without saying a word, Beichuan Temple pulled Suzuki Fumi up from the ground, and punched him hard in the face without saying a word.

Suzuki Wen's face immediately swelled up a large lump.

He looked at the expressionless Beichuan Temple in pain, and muttered in his mouth: "Let me go, Master Beichuan, I will surrender myself, please."

In response to Suzuki Wen's begging for mercy, Beichuan Temple raised his hand and hit him in the stomach.

Under such a strong blow, Wen Suzuki twitched all over, and couldn't stop vomiting.

vomit--

Beichuan Temple's eyes were cold, watching him vomit:

"This place is 15 meters below the ground, and there is also a sound insulation effect. Dean Suzuki."

Bei Chuan Si raised his hand to pull him up, punched him again, and sneered: "I have already called the police when I came here, and I hope that the three of us can get along a bit more 'happily' while the police come here. "

"... Beichuan..."

Fumi Suzuki was erected again feebly.

"Even if he died here quietly, who would know?" Beichuan Temple lifted him up, then knocked his body to the ground, and kicked him away forcefully.

Boom!

The human body hit the wall, shaking the shelf so much that it shook.

Looking at the two similar people, Beichuan Temple let out a foul breath.

From the very beginning, he knew that Yuexiang was in it, and Beichuan Temple said so many useless words to Fumi Suzuki when he knew all this, because——

Beichuan Temple took out a recording pen from his pocket.

The recording pen is pale pink. It was the recording pen that Kamiya Mirai gave to Beichuan Temple when he investigated Mika Nakajima last time. Later, because of Suzuki Wen’s incident, Beichuan Temple forgot to return it to Kamiya Mirai.

It records all the words Suzuki Wen and Shang Yuexiang said just now.

Lying on the ground, Shang Yuexiang and Suzuki Wen also saw the recording pen in Beichuan Temple's hands, and their faces showed despair.

If there are other things that can be quibbled, how can the voice in the recorder be explained.

Even if the sound can be handled, what about the gunshots and the pistols on the scene?

In any case, Wen Suzuki will probably spend the rest of his life in prison.

No...probably not in prison.

Beichuan Temple turned to look to the other side.

Slow and heavy footsteps came from the basement entrance.

Because there is no dead air attached, there are no traces of corrosion.

A black figure carrying a shovel slowly appeared at the basement stairs.

This is Wandering Soul and Narumi Kawakami.

As I said before, Narumi Kawakami is not a wraith... To be precise, he has not yet turned into a wraith.

The soul thoughts revealed by him are just pure soul thoughts of wandering souls.

Neither good nor evil.

Beichuan Temple did not get rid of Narumi on Kawakami, and the fact that the engineer shovels are still intact up to now also shows this point.

There is no dead air attached, so the engineer shovel has no trace of erosion.

Everything before was also just playing tricks in front of Suzuki Wen.

Again, don't think that facial paralysis means you can't act.

Beichuan Temple felt that he could do well if he wanted to do it.

"Ah... ah..."

Yuexiang let out a voice of fear from her throat. Looking at this tall figure covered in black, her hands and feet twitched in fright.

The place where Narumi Kawakami was shattered was his head, but the rest of it was intact, but because of his dead appearance, he also looked extremely terrifying.

The eyeballs hanging upside down, the mouth opened unconsciously, the sticky brown-yellow smelly liquid that slipped from the forehead from time to time, the scarred body...

Beichuan Temple saw Narumi Kawakami, and Narumi Kawakami naturally saw Beichuan Temple.

Holding the shovel, he came to the terrified Shang Yuexiang and Suzuki Wen.

The blood-stained cold shovel raised—

But Beichuan Temple chose to watch.

He has no position to prevent Kawakami Narumi from taking revenge.

Bang! ! ! ! !

The shovel slammed down under the desperate and fearful cries of Shang Yuexiang and Suzuki Wen.

Then—

Hit the ground heavily.

Narumi Kawakami stopped his hand, and a gleam of clarity flashed in his eyes full of resentment.

He struggled to take two steps back, and handed the shovel to Beichuan Temple on one side.

"Um?"

Beichuan Temple glanced at his movements a little strangely. '

Kawakami Narumi is this... Want to pick up a shovel?

This shovel was condensed by Narumi Kawakami's thoughts, and there might be something left in it.

Beichuan Temple thought for a moment, and reached out to hold the shovel.

There are memories flowing over.

It was last Monday, and Narumi Kawakami, who had just observed Nanami Konai's situation, planned to go to the office building and ask Fumi Suzuki for two days off to visit his mother.

And when he walked to the door of the office building, there were strange noises from the stairwell on the right.

Narumi Chuankami happened to see Fumi Suzuki walking over dragging the movable bed.

With inexplicable curiosity, Narumi Kawakami quietly followed Suzuki Wen's footsteps, and then discovered the basement where the corpses were disposed of.

He asked Suzuki Wen with an angry tone, but Suzuki Wen laughed disapprovingly, and said the same words as when he saw Beichuan Temple.

And just when Kawakami Narumi refused in words and planned to call the police, a sharp black shovel hit his head fiercely from behind, accompanied by a whirl, Kawakami Narumi vomited blood, and his hands and feet fell to the ground convulsively .

Narumi Kawakami, who fell on the ground, stared wide-eyed, and the person with the shovel was reflected in his pupils——

Last month fragrance.

The memory is all gone here.

And this is the cause of Kawakami Narumi's death.

Beichuan Temple opened his eyes again, only to find that Narumi Kawakami had already knelt down.

Wisps of soaring resentment entangled in his jet-black spiritual body.

The resentment is very subtle, but it has already entangled like maggots on the tarsus.

"A doctor's hands are for saving lives."

Beichuan Temple recited these words.

This sentence is what Narumi Kawakami uttered the most when facing Suzuki Fumi's repeated temptations.

This may be the bottom line of the doctor Narumi Kawakami, maybe he is just a new doctor, but in terms of medical ethics, he has always had his own bottom line.

Even if he became a wandering soul, Narumi Kawakami did not choose to take revenge with his own hands.

And when he handed over the shovel to Beichuan Temple, it had already been clearly expressed by An Bian himself.

Narumi Kawakami is still in the state of a wandering spirit, but if this continues, the resentment on his body will only continue to increase, and it will only be a matter of time before he becomes a resentful spirit.

If you want to become a vengeful spirit that harms others, it is better for Beichuan Temple to kill him now.

Beichuan Temple was silent for a long time.

Narumi Kawakami also kept stretching out his neck for a long time.

Kitagawa Temple shook his head lightly, flicked his wrist, and the thick Kanesada fell into his hand——

Pooh! ! ! ! !

The black liquid splashed out!

Under the gaze of Beichuan Temple, the spiritual body of Narumi Kawakami gradually spread out.

The spirit body turned into strange and magnificent light particles and flew up and down, then quickly flew out of the basement and flew to the main building of the No. 2 Mental Hospital.

It was late at night, and most of the patients had already fallen asleep.

But Nanami Qiaona couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning.

She was restless and didn't know what to do.

The bored little girl had no choice but to drag the patient's slippers and wear a blue and white striped patient gown to the window.

Nanami Konai saw the particles of light.

Magnificent and strange light particles flying all over the sky.

Just like saying goodbye to Nanami Konai, the light particles circled around and flew towards the sky.

"Brother Narumi..."

Nanami Qiaona looked at the particles of light, then took a deep breath——

"Thank you! Narumi-san! Goodbye!!! Narumi-san!!!"

The crisp child's voice travels far...far away in the night sky...

It was a day in the second mental hospital.

It was also a day like no other.

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