This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

The space began to rumble again.

This symbolic shift made Beichuan Temple think of something. When he walked out the door, he immediately noticed that the small round table had changed.

The original cake, small paper plate and tea set have all disappeared, leaving only a note on the table.

Beichuan Temple stretched out his hand, wanting to see what was recorded on this piece of paper.

But the moment he touched the piece of paper, countless thoughts and thoughts roared out of it, and countless pictures flashed in front of Beichuan Temple.

Mana Hida was sitting on the stage wearing a white safari suit with bright red lips.

Standing beside her was Kyoko Hida who raised her hands high.

Underneath are believers who kneel down in black.

The light hit Hida Mana's small body, making her look heartless and indifferent.

The screen flashes.

This is the master bedroom of the Hida family that Kitagawa Temple just investigated. Hida Yasushi was sitting at the desk looking at the company documents in his hand, his brows were tightly furrowed, and he seemed in a bad mood.

Behind him, the young Hida Mana was pinching the stick figure he had drawn, standing in the shadows and looking at Hida Ann.

She seemed to want to say something, but in the end she didn't say it.

The screen flashed again——

It looks like Hida Mana's room here, with a pale pink carpet, a small white wooden horse projection toy in the corner, a clean small desk, and a children's bed.

Ding ding ding ding——

The little wooden horse projection toy has been turned on, and the crisp and sweet nursery rhyme music is played, and the white little wooden horse is bouncing up and down with the faint rhythm.

Projections of stars, circles, and triangles fill the room, looking dreamlike.

In the middle of the room.

Hida Kyoko was hugging Hida Mana, her voice mournful and mournful: "Poor... Mana, poor... Mana."

Hida Mana leaned against Hida Kyoko's chest, biting her lower lip tightly, her eyes flickered, she didn't know what she was thinking.

Slowly, the bodies of the two were covered with blood.

The bright white splendor becomes a brutal color like human blood.

The five-pointed star slowly became twisted and hideous.

The circle twisted and twitched like a smiling face.

The triangular projection is like a blood-stained boning knife, so sharp that people dare not approach it.

The crisp and pleasant nursery rhyme music is elongated, accompanied by an unpleasant fricative sound in the middle.

The background elongated——

The scene returns to the present.

The mirror-inverted room still has changes in front of it.

The candles of the cake on the table had been extinguished, the green tea and milk had been overturned, and the smell of stinky tea and sour milk mixed together, making people feel sick.

Beichuan Temple looked out the door as if aware of it.

At some point, Hida'an had been revived. He stood at the door, but he didn't dare to come in. He could only look at Beichuan Temple with dull and resentful eyes.

Since he couldn't come in, Beichuan Temple wouldn't waste his energy trying to control him.

Beichuan Temple picked up the piece of paper in his hand and cast his eyes on it.

Blood red characters jumped into the eyes.

"Daddy killed me, daddy killed mommy."

"But it doesn't matter."

"Because we are family."

"We are a family."

"Family forever."

The twisted and frantic handwriting was left on it with the momentum of wanting to kill the paper in half.

Beichuan Temple put down the piece of paper in his hand, and looked towards the innermost room as if aware of it.

At some point, the mirror barrier in the innermost room disappeared, and the door was wide open.

Kitagawa Temple put the paper in his pocket, ignored Hida An who was behind him, and walked inside.

This is a little girl's room.

Pink carpet.

Little white horse projection toy.

Small desk.

Children's bed.

Small wardrobe.

Now that it has reached this point, Beichuan Temple will naturally not hesitate any longer.

He stood in the room, looking around, hoping to find something.

But before he found anything, Xi Kutiao pitifully scratched Beichuan Temple's face, and stretched out his chubby fingers to the little changing wardrobe.

"Huh? Is there something in here?"

Xi Kujo nodded pitifully, affirming Beichuan Temple's guess.

Beichuan Temple opened the small wardrobe.

There are many clothes for little girls in it.

Skirts, down jackets, autumn clothes,...

But Beichuan Temple was not interested in these things at all. He stretched out his hand to remove his clothes, and only then did he discover something——

On the inner panel of the closet, there are handwritings written with black crayons.

The moment he came into contact with these black crayon writing, Beichuan Temple felt as if a lot of things had poured into his mind.

The immature little girl's voice rang ghostly in my ears.

"It was a night, the night of my tenth birthday."

"The TV at home is broken, and the screen has always been blurred."

"Mum called, someone will be fixing the TV shortly."

"We put candles on the cake."

"And prepare the black tea that Dad likes to drink most."

"Green tea and milk are all ready."

"Then--"

The tone of memory was interrupted and replaced by an incomprehensible tone of resentment.

The cold voice was like maggots gradually climbing up a rotting corpse, and it couldn't be patted or shaken off.

"Daddy killed me."

"Dad killed Mom."

"Daddy didn't kill himself."

Beichuan Temple's eyes flickered, and he looked behind him.

Unknowingly, the little wooden horse toy in the room started to spin again.

Accompanied by elongated and eerie horror music, the projection was turned on.

The crimson blood light suppressed.

A piercing five-pointed star.

Weirdly twisted circles.

Sharp triangles.

Gululu ran across the wall and across Beichuan Temple's face.

In this environment, Beichuan Temple saw the little girl who was holding a ball in her hand and kept patting it.

Bang, boom, boom.

The ball made a dull sound when it made contact with the ground.

Boom—!

The ball was held in the hands of a little girl in a white dress.

The music stopped, the small wooden horse exploded into pieces, the children's bed was covered with dust again, the bright windows became tattered, and the ground was full of the corpses of some small animals...

"Big brother."

A desolate and euphemistic tone sounded.

The little girl stared directly at Beichuan Temple with her big black eyes, with an indescribably pitiful expression on her pale face:

"Mana just wants to live with Mom and Dad forever—"

"Can't you?"

"Big brother?"

She tightly held the ball in her hand, and under the cold gaze of Beichuan Temple, her body trembled slightly.

Beichuan Temple was silent.

With the little girl's appearance, as long as she is a caring person, she probably won't take action against her, right?

Beichuan Temple is also a caring person, so he—

Beichuan Temple stepped back, and Kanesada's other hand shone with a gloomy brilliance, and cut back suddenly!

Kanesada, who seemed to be able to pierce the air, pierced fiercely into the wraith behind him.

This is a female wraith with short hair.

Her pale face was distorted, black liquid dripped from the edge of her mouth, her sharp fingers were pointing directly at Beichuan Temple's head, and she was only one step away from stabbing it.

Zizizizizi——

The burnt smell radiated from it again, Kitagawa Temple simply pulled out Kanesada, and pulled it over with the other hand, holding Kanesada Kazuyoko in his right hand.

Accompanied by this understatement, the other party's head was thrown high into the air.

The headless spirit body fell down, and Hida Mana on the opposite side was full of astonishment.

"You seem to have some ability to block Kagura Ling's perception." Kitagawa Temple flicked Kanesada, which was covered in black liquid.

The black bloodstains were thrown on the ground, pulling out a hideous trace.

Standing behind the backlight, Beichuan Temple seemed to be a little unclear on the expression of the whole person.

In fact, Kitagawa Temple never believed in Hida Mana.

No matter how miserable her life experience was, Beichuan Temple never believed her.

After all, Hida Mana will mercilessly pull people into the spiritual realm and kill them.

Even if she did retain some kindness of human beings during her lifetime, those have all dissipated.

Standing in front of Beichuan Temple was just a resentful spirit.

In the face of resentful spirits, what Beichuan Temple needs to do is——

Kanesada shone coldly between his fingers, Hida Mana shivered just by looking at it.

It seems that she does retain human wisdom.

But in the final analysis, Xinxing is still just a little girl, who can only carry out some lame sneak attacks.

Under the gaze of Kitagawa Temple, Hida Mana's expression became distorted.

She let out a shrill cry and was about to melt into the wall and run away.

but--

Zizizi.

The scorched smell came out again, and Hida Mana realized that his room was completely covered by Beichuan Temple's dead air without knowing it.

That's why I say that Shina Hida has the heart of a child.

Beichuan Temple shook his head secretly.

Beichuan Temple, who already had a certain understanding of her elusive ability, would definitely not let her run away so easily this time.

From the moment he stepped into this room, Beichuan Temple had secretly covered the entire wall of the room with dead energy.

The ceiling, walls, including the windows, have been covered with dead air, Mana Hida can no longer leave as easily as before.

As long as Hida Mana appears, everything is over.

Hida Mana wants to win sympathy, and Kitagawa Temple is also preparing for the exorcism.

This was the intention of Beichuan Temple from the beginning.

According to Kitagawa Temple's observations, Hida Mana doesn't seem to have much fighting power.

Her difficulty lies in her control over the Hemu apartment in the mirror.

Hida Mana can create a mirror that blocks Kanesada, and can also cover up the breath of other vengeful spirits. If Xikujo hadn't pitifully reminded Beichuan Temple silently, maybe he would really know the way.

Slap.

The ball slipped from Hida Mana's palm, and as a wraith, black tears welled up in her eyes.

"don't want..."

She stepped back and looked at Beichuan Temple who was approaching with a knife full of fear.

"I really don't want to die..."

Seeing her appearance, Beichuan Temple was unmoved, he walked over step by step.

Hida Mana kept backing away, and then fell to the ground.

Behind her was a wall covered in death, and in front of her was Beichuan Temple with an expressionless face.

She stared at Beichuan Temple and shouted bitterly:

"Why?! Why is it all Mana?"

"Mom hugs Mana and cries every day, but Mana knows that she will always only look at her father."

"But Dad works every day, every day, every day!"

She kept tearing her hair with her hands.

Her hair was torn off along with her scalp, and the black liquid covered her palms. Her eyes moved abnormally, and her voice was a little dull.

"The Thousand Mirrors Mutual Aid Society has been established. Dad should be happy, right?"

"Mana is the leader."

"More... compliment me... Dad..."

Slap.

Kitagawaji stood firm, raising Kanesada high in his hand.

Hida Mana closed her eyes subconsciously, until this death was full of resentment towards this world.

Hida Mana never had a complete childhood.

Hida Mana was alone from the beginning to the end.

In the end, you have to go on alone.

I hate my mother, in her eyes, I can never see my shadow.

I hated my dad, and his never-ending official duties that didn't even give me time to hug me.

I hate greedy believers.

I...

Many thoughts are churning in the spiritual body.

But the strange thing is that Beichuan Temple's dagger has not fallen for a long time.

Hida Mana opened her eyes.

He found a person lying on his stomach next to Beichuan Temple, struggling to crawl towards her.

With lenses inserted into his head, the face of a middle-aged man has been completely deformed.

"dad..."

Hida Mana trembled.

She can control most of the wraiths in the Hemu apartment, and can even use the Hemu apartment to revive the wraiths.

Similarly, as long as the wraith stays in Hemu's apartment, he should obey her orders.

Hida Mana has always resented his father, and he is not allowed to step into this house as a resentful spirit. If he enters Hida's house, his spirit will be peeled off layer by layer.

But--

The pitch-black liquid oozed from the eye sockets, Hida Mana looked at his father who had turned into a wraith.

Since he stepped into this house, his deformed face was bloody and his eyes were hanging out.

Half of the legs had already melted.

There were glaring black bloodstains on the floor.

The sizzling sound was endless, and the distorted sound indicated how much pain this wraith was suffering.

Even so, he kept crawling towards Hida Mana.

Beichuan Temple stood still, feeling a little touched in his heart.

As mentioned earlier, all parts of this room are covered with dead energy, including the door.

That is the natural enemy of the Wraith.

Looking at Hida An's current appearance is enough to explain a lot of problems.

How can human thoughts have such a powerful force?

The Kanesada in Beichuan Temple's hand paused, and then he put it in his hand, watching all this silently.

Under Hida Man's face covered with black tears, Hida An, who tried her best, finally came to her side.

"Ah... ah..."

Hida An has lost the ability to speak.

He could only stretch out his half-dissolved palm like wax oil towards her.

"Father..." Mana Hida struggled to move his body.

Hida An's palm rested on Hida Mana's small head.

He gently rubbed Hida Mana's small head, and then wanted to extend another arm that had almost disappeared...

Hida An seemed to want to hug Hida Mana.

However--

This time, the palm was never raised again.

Hida An's spirit body, which had completely dissolved from the lower body, stopped moving and fell to the ground.

that moment...

It was Hida Mana who really cried out heart-piercingly.

But no matter what she was yelling, Hida An could no longer hear it.

This time, his spiritual body really dissipated.

Thanks for the rewards of the wind blowing the sand, the blue pig, the joy of thousands of nights, and the indulging in the novel! Thank you so much!