This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

"And me! I want to tell ghost stories too! I want to tell horror stories too!" Seeing that everyone had finished speaking and only herself was left, Beichuan Eri immediately jumped up with a serious face, trying to pretend Kind of like a storyteller.

But before she could stand still, she was slapped on the head by Beichuan Temple.

She raised her head subconsciously, just in time to meet Beichuan Temple's eyes.

Beichuan Temple said indifferently: "I want to tell you a strange story alone."

As he said that, he pointed to the stove on the other side, his face sank slightly: "The rice is mushy."

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Late at night.

The mountain wind whistled past the bottom of the mountain stream, making a sharp sound of '咻' and '咻'.

The girls were all driven to sleep by Beichuan Temple, but he was still busy.

He is responsible for packing up the dishes, iron picks, and items for the grill.

After tidying up all these, Beichuan Temple stretched.

But he still didn't sleep.

After packing up his things, Beichuan Temple moved to the chic cabin of the camping manager.

He reached out and knocked on the door: "I'm here."

The door opened, and standing at the door was the old man whom the other girls had seen at noon.

Because the old man seemed to know something, Saki Sakurai also told the news to Beichuan Temple who came back with Mirai Kamiya and Eri Beichuan.

Beichuan Temple made an appointment with the old man to come over to ask some questions in the evening.

And the old man was obviously surprised that Beichuan Temple was able to come back, so he nodded in agreement.

The old man's name is Jingu Mu, and he is the camping manager of this area. After all, people often play here in this area, and some combustibles left behind can easily cause wildfires. It is normal to set up a camping manager.

Here he receives his wages and sells some dry firewood and charcoal to those who come to camp, so life is not too difficult.

But this old man was too old. His freckles, and the frequent coughing made people doubt his ability to move.

"Come in, young man." Shen Gongmu stepped aside and waited until Beichuan Temple entered the wooden house before he walked slowly to the old man's chair and sat down.

After he sat down, without waiting for Beichuan Temple to open his mouth, he asked slowly, "Young man, you should have entered that foreign-style mansion, right?"

As he said that, Shen Gong Mu Wanhua's old eyes barely opened a little, as if he wanted to see the current situation of Beichuan Temple.

"I did go in, it should be the rain pavilion you mentioned, Mr. Jingu."

"The Pavilion of the Rain... This is really an unforgettable word."

Shen Gongmu sighed.

His local accent is very strong, unlike standard Japanese, and his pronunciation is also far from Kansai accent.

Moreover, when Shen Gongmu spoke, there was still an unclear tone at the end of the sentence, which was probably his dialect accent at that time. Even Beichuan Temple had to be very energetic to understand the content.

Moreover, the other party's tone was not particularly nostalgic, but more like the 'Rain Pavilion' had left some unbearable memories for him.

The Pavilion of the Rain...The Pavilion of the Rain...

"That is an extremely conspicuous mansion shrouded in torrential rain..." Shen Gongmu said with a sigh, and at the same time asked: "Young man, did you enter the Rain Pavilion today? Is this girl simply going astray?"

"After I entered the Rain Pavilion, I brought them out."

Hearing this, Shen Gongmu opened his eyes that could not be opened at once. He looked at Beichuan Temple, and while watching, he murmured: "Enter the Pavilion of the Rain? No...this should... That mansion... that place..."

As he spoke, he sighed, and the muddy old tears flowed down unconsciously.

Beichuan Temple sat and waited for him for a long time before he managed to calm down and replied, "I'm sorry, I suddenly thought of some old things."

As he spoke, he coughed heavily again, making one wonder if he would cough up all his liver.

Beichuan Temple asked: "Mr. Jingu, I would like to ask some questions about the Rain Pavilion. If it is convenient, can you answer me?"

This old man must have a great relationship with that religious building. If he can get his help, then going to the Rain Pavilion will save a lot of trouble.

Shen Gongmu didn't hide it either. After all, it was a long time ago. He recalled it for a long time before he said:

"That mansion...was established as a religious welfare home, but in today's terms it is an orphanage..."

Under the memories of Shen Gongmu, he slowly told what happened in the Rain Pavilion before.

The House of Rain is an orphanage in the suburbs of the mountains and forests, which was established at an unknown time. It is mainly used to accommodate children who have lost their parents and raise them up.

Likewise, there was a religious orphanage promoting the Christian faith.

Jingu Mu is eighty-three years old this year, and has entered the octogenarian age.

When he entered the Rain Pavilion, he was only nine years old.

"There is food, warm clothes, companions of the same age, and a special teacher will teach you to read and write every day. Except for the daily morning prayer and Sunday worship, it is like heaven."

"Actually, that's what I thought at the time."

"The Pavilion of Rain...maybe it's heaven."

A child who was only nine years old was sent to a welfare orphanage under various prevarications by his relatives.

He has tasted the warmth and coldness of human relationships, how could he not sink into such a wonderful place?

But things are far from being as simple as they seem.

The amiable welfare director and teachers, what kind of people are they?

"During a general cleaning, I accidentally found a room similar to a bathroom...inside the room..."

Shen Gongmu took a deep breath.

Seeing him like this, Beichuan Temple hurriedly told him not to get too excited.

After his mood completely calmed down, the old man squeezed all the wrinkles on his face together, and continued speaking in a difficult tone.

The floor is a coffered floor.

There is a large bathtub in the middle.

Directly facing the bathtub stands a crucifix.

"The bathtub was filled with black blood, and there were dozens of corpses hanging from the ceiling..."

"Whether it's a girl or a boy, they are all like livestock, hooked into the mouth or eye sockets through blood-stained iron hooks, and hang like this. It's like meat in a slaughterhouse."

Beichuan Temple's expression changed slightly upon hearing this.

I thought it was just an ordinary spiritual domain, but I didn't expect this kind of thing to happen in it.

Jingu Mu continued to talk.

After being treated coldly by his relatives in the early years, his mind is much more mature than that of ordinary children.

He gritted his teeth and tried not to make a sound, but at that moment, he had already decided to leave the Rain Pavilion.

If you stay in the Pavilion of Rain, you may be killed one day.

From that day on, he began purposely testing some of his peers to see if anyone knew about the bathroom.

After such a trial, he really found some other partners.

Two boys and one girl.

"...Jiuyuan, Xuezhu, Changchuan... They are the partners I found. We agreed to escape from the Rain Pavilion together, and then report to the local police department. After all, there are so many corpses, no matter how they should be hidden There’s no way to hide it.”

"And after our long-term observation. The disappearance of children always happens after it rains."

"After that, there will be children filling the empty rooms... The dean will also tell us at this time that they have found homes for those children to adopt them, so we don't have to worry..."

That's right, the Rain House will make excuses for the disappearing children every now and then.

Some children have been transferred to other orphanages, while others have found homes willing to adopt them.

But who knows? All those children turned into corpses one after another, lying in a certain room.

But the rainy weather is also an opportunity for Shen Gongmu and the others.

First of all, when it rains, the dean and the others will definitely do something to a certain child, and there will definitely be free manpower arrangements. They can find that vacancy and escape from that place.

Similarly, the sound of rain can also cover up the movement of them leaving the Rain House, and it is not easy for the people in the orphanage to search, making them in a safer situation.

However--

"What we never thought was that the child who had been selected in advance during the escape operation that day was Nagakawa..." Shen Gongmu's breathing became short again.

He muttered to himself: "After discovering that Chang Chuan, me, Xue Zhu, and Jiu Yuan had disappeared, the dean sent people to look for..."

"What happened after that?" Seeing Jingong Mu's appearance, Beichuan Temple probably guessed what happened next: "You escaped alone?"

"Well, Nagakawa, Xuezhu, Jiuyuan, they all stayed in the Rain Pavilion forever... After that, the Rain Pavilion was inexplicably burned down by a fire." Shen Gongmu shook his head and lamented : "Poor... Rain Pavilion... Poor..."

After lamenting, Shen Gongmu continued to speak.

Originally thinking that the matter was over, he chose to live here as a camping area manager.

One is to commemorate the children who died, and the other is to stay here and disappear with the Pavilion of Rain.

"But the accident still happened, and the legend of the Rain Pavilion has not disappeared." Beichuan Temple looked at Jingu Mu.

He should know about this.

Shen Gongmu nodded: "Whenever it rains heavily in this area, the Rain House will appear in the original place. And there, the Western-style mansion will quietly wait for those who break into it. There have been several incidents of campers going missing."

"There are still a few points that I'm not too clear about. I hope that Mr. Jingu can clarify my doubts." Beichuan Temple was not interested in this kind of weird talk. He greeted politely and continued: "I I want to know why the dean of the Rain House wants to torture and kill children, and Mr. Jingu said just now that the dean has accomplices... It is very risky to do such a thing."

"Why did they take the risk?" Beichuan Temple asked softly.

Yes.

Beichuan Temple has not yet figured out the motives of the dean and the others. The only thing they know is that they tortured and killed children.

Everything is about a relationship of interest.

Beichuan Temple doesn't think that the dean and the others are a group of psychopaths who take pleasure in killing children...that's too absurd.

This time Shen Gongmu shook his head, he didn't understand it that deeply at all: "I don't know... I don't know at all. In fact, at that time, I was only thinking about escaping, and I didn't have any motive to deal with them at all."

After all, Shen Gongmu was just a child at that time, and it was already very good to be able to escape. How could there be such a great magical power to deliberate on the dean's thoughts?

Beichuan Temple could only accept this answer.

After all, Jingu Mu was just a child at that time.

It was already eleven o'clock at night when I came out of Jingu Mu.

The harsh mountain wind blew on his face, taking away the body temperature of Beichuan Temple.

In this crowded camping area, who would have imagined that the torture and murder of children in orphanages happened in the past?

"Rain Pavilion..." Beichuan Temple chanted the name, only feeling that the surrounding chill seemed to be getting stronger.

The dean and the others' motives for the murder are unclear, and it is not clear whether the Rain Pavilion can only be entered when it rains.

There is still much to investigate.

But the easiest way to investigate is to enter the spiritual realm of the Rain Pavilion and look for clues back then, right?

Beichuan Temple walked to the side of the tent, and before he had time to get into his small tent, the tent on one side shook suddenly, and a small head emerged from it.

Kamiya future.

"Did I disturb you?" Beichuan Temple looked at Mirai Kamiya and asked.

"No, it's just that I encountered a lot of things today, so I can't sleep for the time being." Kamiya Mirai struggled out of the sleeping bag, put on his shoes and stood beside Beichuan Temple; Fell asleep."

She is big-hearted, but not so big that she can fall asleep safely at night after experiencing a life-and-death crisis at noon.

Kitagawa Eri was able to fall asleep because she didn't encounter any danger herself, and all dangers were attracted by Mirai Kamiya.

"About that foreign-style mansion, has Temple-kun asked that old man?" Kamiya Mirai tilted his head in doubt.

Beichuan Temple nodded: "I asked some questions."

Then the two sat by the tent at the same time, and Beichuan Temple began to tell the story Jingu Mu.

Beichuan Temple's ability to tell stories is far less outstanding than that of Jingu Guru. He can only tell Kamiya Mirai by shortening one thing and then shortening it to a certain extent with simple to a bit excessive words.

But Mirai Kamiya likes this style very much.

She listened with great interest, and asked some questions from time to time, which could be regarded as a complement to Beichuan Temple.

"When I saw so many children's wraiths in the Rain Pavilion, I actually felt that something was wrong... But I never thought that such a thing would happen..."

After Kamiya Mirai listened, he let out a small breath.

Cruel, evil, cold...

No matter what kind of derogatory term is used to describe those perpetrators and accomplices, there will be no sense of disobedience.

Bathtubs filled with children's blood, hollowed out eye sockets... crucifixes...

"It's almost like holding... a ceremony of some kind of evil god sect."

Kamiya Mirai shook his head and said.

"Maybe."

Beichuan Temple neither denied nor affirmed.

If you want to know what happened that year, just go directly into it and explore.

Thanks to the overturned Hu Biao for the reward! Thank you so much!