This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

The bonfire flickered, and everyone found a clean place to pitch their tents, and it was already night.

The night sky tonight is clean, with the crescent moon hanging in the sky and exuding soft colors.

From this campsite, you can see the night view of Tokyo not too far away.

Between the lights and horse dragons, there is a stream of light surging.

This is undoubtedly a very beautiful scene.

But Beichuan Temple didn't care about these things. For him, the most urgent task was to fill his stomach.

"Knife." Beichuan Temple stretched out his hand and said without looking back.

Kamiya Mirai, who was standing beside Beichuan Temple, immediately took out the kitchen knife and handed it to Beichuan Temple.

Beichuan Temple raised his hand to cut some ingredients that were not easy to cook, and then stretched out his hand again.

"Skewers." Beichuan Temple said.

"Hmm." Kamiya stood next to him and handed the iron sign to Beichuan Temple.

With a flick of his wrist, Beichuan Temple turned an iron stick in a circle under his hand. He connected the meat with some specially matched vegetables, so that the taste would be better, and it could also relieve the greasy.

This skillful posture stunned Sakura Mio who was cooking.

But when she was in a daze, she always felt that something was wrong.

"Obviously a man and a woman, there is no problem at all in matching them together, but why is there such a strong sense of disobedience?"

The division of labor between the two was methodical, and Beichuan Temple's subordinates moved extremely quickly, skewering the meat slices and vegetables very quickly, and in the blink of an eye, a pile of things to be grilled was piled up next to it.

"Compared to a couple relationship...this is more like a cold doctor and an equipment nurse performing an operation on someone..." Da Youai fanned the wind to make the charcoal burn more fully, and glanced at it Over there, Beichuan Temple and Kamiya Mirai expressed their thoughts.

Mio Sakurai, Saki Sakurai and Nanako Takigen also nodded in approval.

If you replace the iron skewer in Beichuan Temple's hand with tweezers and an operating microscope, and let Mirai Kamiya wear a nurse's uniform...

There is no sense of disobedience at all!

It's just... surgery on food?

They couldn't help shaking their heads, and pushed aside this inexplicable impression.

At this time, Beichuan Temple had already prepared everything for the barbecue.

He came over with a tray and asked, "Is the charcoal ready?"

"The temperature is almost the same, but where Eri..." Oyouai replied, and glanced at Beichuan Eri again.

Eri Beichuan was standing next to the stove at the campsite, her face was covered with blackness, and a burst of black smoke was coming out of the stove.

I don't know what combustibles she used, and the smoke was billowing, like a large salted egg scene.

Seeing Beichuan Temple look over at this moment, her face became tense, and she really got angry after operating her hands strangely.

Sure enough, people are creatures that need to be persecuted, and only when there is pressure will they be motivated.

Beichuan Temple didn't care so much, and simply said: "I'll bake something for you when the rice is cooked."

Saying so he took over the grill.

As the temperature of the grill gradually rises, the meat slices are grilled out of oil and water, and with the Chinese-style barbecue sauce made by Beichuan Temple, the whole campsite is full of fragrance in a short while.

Even Beichuan Eri, who was guarding the rice pot, came over and waited to be fed.

Fortunately, the firepower is enough, and Beichuan Temple's barbecue skills are really good, so the time for the first batch of skewers to come out is not that long.

While everyone ate, they were also a little surprised at Beichuan Temple's cooking skills.

This is too delicious.

Even if you go to a special barbecue restaurant, the owner of the store will roast it for you, it is probably not as good as the food baked by Beichuan Temple.

While waiting for the second batch of grilled skewers to come out, Saki Sakurai suggested straightforwardly: "It's no fun to wait like this all the time. Why don't we take turns talking about strange night stories to pass the time? Do you agree?"

This can be regarded as a regular means of entertainment, and it is also very common to tell some strange stories at night to pass the time.

But if Beichuan Temple itself disliked this kind of behavior, then they would be obedient and find other ways to spend their time.

"As long as you don't implement it yourself, there's nothing wrong with passing the time with strange talk." Beichuan Temple replied calmly.

He is not a rigid person, and it is only for her safety to keep Beichuan Eri from getting in touch with strange stories.

As long as they don't try to kill themselves, Beichuan Temple won't bother with them at all.

"Okay!" Everyone cheered up, and sat down cross-legged around the rug by the campfire.

Sakurai Saki was the first to tell the ghost story. She sat on the cushion and said mysteriously:

"I believe that people living in Bunkyo District have heard such a strange story, right?"

"There is a strange story about a night bat killer and a girl."

Um? ? ?

Beichuan Temple, who was grilling skewers on his own, couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

Why does this weird talk sound familiar.

But Sakurai Saki obviously didn't notice Beichuan Temple's face, she turned her voice flat, and changed it into a third-person tone suitable for telling stories: "I heard that it was also a night without dark clouds."

"A high school girl living in Bunkyo District is on her way home at this time due to some special reasons."

"The road at night is more twisted than usual, and there seems to be a shadow flickering on the corner of the street..."

"She panicked inexplicably, because she was about to pass a section of road without street lights."

"The ferocious darkness devoured her, and shadows followed behind her—"

"Finally! She ran out of the road that was shrouded in darkness, and finally she was able to breathe a sigh of relief..."

Sakurai Saki's voice was lowered, but her tone was raised: "But at the moment when she was relaxing, a question came from ahead."

"The voice of the question was so low that the girl didn't hear it clearly at all, she just said 'ah?'—"

Boom! ! !

Saki Sakurai waved the bat excitedly:

"The human body fell down, and there was only a pool of blood left on the ground, and the night was still so quiet—it is rumored that as long as you find a street without street lights in Bunkyo District, you can encounter this bat killer who asked questions. Whether he will die or not, is no longer within his control.”

To be honest, Sakurai Saki's storytelling pace is not bad, but things always go wrong at the end. Because she herself is too involved in the drama, she will always make some out-of-the-box actions, sweeping away the terrifying atmosphere in front of her.

And just when she was about to say something, Beichuan Temple suddenly spoke:

"Fake, there is no section of road in Wenjing District without street lights."

Then he stated his analysis in a flat tone:

"In fact, in Tokyo, which is so modernized, finding a road without street lights in the urban area is simply as difficult as reaching the sky, so this strange talk is false."

Although his tone was flat, for some reason, the others could hear a hint of displeasure in his voice.

"But..." Sakurai Saki's face became anxious, and she was about to argue—

"I said it was fake." Beichuan Temple looked at her expressionlessly.

Saki Sakurai shrank her neck and nodded hurriedly: "Yes, it's fake."

Why do you feel that Brother Si is targeting me?

She stepped back, unable to bear the thought.

Just when Sakurai Saki was thinking, the second volunteer appeared.

Sakura Mio, who was very confident in herself, even so confident that she was narcissistic, raised her hand.

She waited until the eyes of the people around her were attracted to her, and then she said with a groan: "My strange story must be scarier than Sahi's strange story! The strange story I want to tell is about the old school building and the tragedy of high school girls. It's called weird talk!"

She raised a finger and said slowly: "It's also somewhere in Wenjing District. Some old school buildings are left in place as the school's land. They haven't been expanded yet, and there are security guards..."

But before Sakura Mio could finish her words, Beichuan Temple waved her hand and said, "Fake."

"Although the old school building is left in place as the school's private land and no one else is allowed to enter, there are still some young people who are holding a test of courage at night into the old school building. I have heard some rumors that they found a test of courage in it. The flashlight and candle. I guess I was too scared, so I went home.”

Um? ? ? ?

Sakura Mio's face was full of question marks, she opened her mouth, a little unconvinced: "But, but, I heard that someone did hear it! It is said that there is a girl screaming."

"It's all fake." Beichuan Temple gave Sakura Mio a sideways look: "I've been there, so I know it's fake."

Can...

Sakura Mio's mouth moved, but finally it was still deflated.

Well, if you say it's fake, it's fake.

Sakura Mio and Sakurai Saki sat together, always wondering if he made Kitagawaji unhappy, that's why he targeted the two of them.

Next, Takigen Nanako brought Sucha high school ghost stories, and was also told by Kitagawa Temple that she doubted life, and she was autistic with Sakurai Saki and Sakura Mio.

Dayouai didn't want to participate, so he didn't talk about strange things.

Mirai Kamiya, who has been watching these things in his eyes, couldn't help shaking his head.

Aren't they all talking about Beichuan Temple's personal experience? And what everyone says is that Beichuan Temple has become a strange story.

It's no wonder that Beichuan Temple is happy.

These little girls are still too immature.

"Sister Kamiya, it's your turn." The autistic trio sat aside, looking at Mirai Kamiya.

"It's my turn...?" Kamiya Mirai squeezed his chin.

Indeed, in clockwise order, it has come to her.

"Uh... Then let me tell you a strange story about the night and the mountains."

Kamiya smiled cheerfully in the future, calmed down her tone, and slowly told the story she made up now.

This is a story that happened in a long time ago.

It was also a spring, and the couple who were traveling in the wild hid in the cave because they encountered wolves.

But it happened that an earthquake happened, the mountain was torn apart, and the entrance of the cave was sealed.

This is undoubtedly a desperate situation, and the only option is to hide in the cave and wait for outside rescue.

As time passed day by day, rescuers also began to search and rescue.

Boys and girls don't have the means to make a fire, and the convenient food they bring is exhausted day by day.

"Finally in one night, after the unremitting efforts of the rescuers, the girl was also rescued."

Mirai Kamiya made a conclusion with a smile.

Um? ? ? ?

How is this story so nonsensical? and--

"It's not a weird talk at all, is it?"

Sakurai Saki said.

What kind of weird talk is this?

"This is pure weird talk!" Kamiya Mirai puffed up his chest and replied seriously.

Pure ghost story?

It's just a story of two people being trapped, then the boy collapsed from exhaustion, and the girl was rescued.

The autistic trio didn't care, they just looked at Beichuan Temple with piercing eyes, hoping that he would treat Mirai Kamiya the same as himself, and say, 'This is fake! '

But to their disappointment, Beichuan Temple's expression didn't change a bit, it just reminded them:

"The future doesn't say whether the boy is alive or dead."

Didn't say whether the boy is alive or dead?

Sakurai Saki, Sakura Mio and Takigen Nanako looked at each other.

They seem to understand something, but they don't understand anything.

Day Youai, who was only on one side, couldn't help but glance at them.

Are these people really the top fifteen in the first grade of Jingbei High School?

Seeing that they really couldn't figure it out, Beichuan Temple opened his mouth to explain:

"In fact, this story is more like a freshly made-up story, which is very rough and cannot withstand scrutiny."

"But this is also her brilliance. She omitted the content of the story, let alone the specific image of the ghost talk. Most of the content is just left to your imagination."

"First of all, it is impossible to determine the state of the boy. Whether he is dead or alive is a problem."

"But in the last sentence 'the girl was rescued', it can be seen that the boy should have died, so why only the boy died and the girl didn't die?"

"...Brother Tera means... the boy was... eaten by the girl?" Saki Sakurai thought for a while before she came up with such an answer.

But even if this is the case, it is just that the boy loves the girl too much, and voluntarily let the girl eat it, in order for her to survive.

That's all.

Although the painting style has changed a bit, it is just an ordinary story, without any trace of strange talk.

"That's the point. You're forgetting the prerequisites. They don't have the means to start a fire."

"Without the means of making a fire, how should girls eat boys? Eat raw meat? At the end of the story, it didn't say that the rescuers found the boy's body—I don't think those search and rescue personnel would be so unprofessional."

"Then it should be...?" They were almost fainted.

Only Mirai Kamiya looked at Beichuan Temple with a smile, his eyes shining.

Beichuan Temple asked calmly, "In turn, let me ask again: do you think creatures that can eat raw human flesh are still human?"

Yes.

The girl in the story is not a human, but a monster who can eat human flesh and drink blood.

She can be a ghoul in your imagination, or something else indescribable.

This is also the cleverness of Kamiya Mirai.

She never pointed out the specific image in the strange talk, and simply constructed the scariest image based on the imagination of the listener.

At this time, Beichuan Temple took the grilled skewers off the grill and put them on the tray.

The meat slices are sizzling and oozing light yellow oil, exuding a rich fragrance.

Looking at the colorful and fragrant grilled skewers, except Mirai Kamiya and Beichuan Temple, the girls never did anything.

They watched Beichuan Temple and Kamiya Mirai eating the food as if nothing had happened, and they also sighed in their hearts——

Is this really a family, if you don't enter a family...

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