This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

As soon as the catalog was opened by Beichuan Temple, there was a pungent musty smell.

Because the Pavilion of Rain only appears on rainy days, the air is humid, and the large and small places on the catalog are covered with green and mildew spots.

Of course it smells bad.

But the handwriting on it is still more or less legible.

On the title page of the record book it reads:

‘May the Lord bless you, may the Lord forgive you, may the Lord guide you, my dear lambs, my dear children. '

my dear lamb?

There is always such a saying in Christianity.

Human beings are lambs raised by God, and lambs are grazed by God.

But on the title page, the usage of "my dear lambs" is directly used.

It's as if the person who recorded these things regarded himself as God.

Beichuan Temple threw the messy thoughts aside, picked up the pages of the record book with his hands, and flipped down.

This record book does record the names of some people in the dormitory.

The specific format is probably that the name of the dormitory is registered on the far left, and the name and contact address of the person living in that dormitory is on the strip on the right.

Those who have a contact address are those who work in the orphanage. The children who live in the orphanage themselves do not have such a thing.

Beichuan Temple jumped over these staff members and looked down at a glance.

Finally, when he turned the booklet in his hand to about a third of the way, some lonely names began to appear on the booklet.

Those are the names of the registered children.

According to Jingu Mu, the children marked in parentheses in the list of "Family Found" or "New Orphanage Found" should all have been killed.

Four children live in one dormitory.

When Beichuan Temple turned the first page, it had already seen the names of one or two children marked with the sign of "Family Found". Their names were Akira Ichinose and Madoka Ishida.

Their names were drawn with a cruel red line.

Under the names of these two children, the names of two new children are filled in.

Perhaps this is the child that Jingomiyagure said entered the Rain Pavilion instead of the two dead children.

This kind of replacement has a date, about once a month or two.

According to Jingu Mu, it is estimated that the decision will be made on the rainy conditions of that month.

After figuring out these rules, Beichuan Temple secretly wrote down these names while flipping through the back.

Beichuan Temple turned over two or three pages, and found the names of Jiuyuan, Xuezhu, Changchuan, and Jingongmu in the back.

Matsumoto Jiuyuan, male, lives in dormitory 1012 (family has been found).

Katori Xuezhu, female, living in dormitory 1012 (found a new welfare home)

Fujiwara Nagakawa, male. Living in Dormitory 1012 (Families have been found)

Jingu Mu, gender male. Residence 1012 Dormitory...

All of these children seem to have been killed, with the exception of Kamegure.

This is also of course.

After the escape operation was exposed, the dean and the others must eliminate these unstable factors. As for Shen Gongmu, he escaped a catastrophe by fate, barely surviving.

Similarly, Matsumoto Jiuyuan and the others were also the last batch of victims.

It seems that, just as Jingu Mu said, after the Rain House was burned down due to an unknown fire, naturally there were no people to fill it in.

"1012 dormitory?" Beichuan Temple silently wrote down the name of the dormitory marked with bright red notes in his heart.

He put the catalog into his backpack, and went back and forth to check the record book on the table.

Most of the above are just the ingredients purchased that month and various income and expenditure expenses, which are of little use to Beichuan Temple.

He picked up his backpack and walked back the way he came.

It was still raining heavily outside.

The Rain Pavilion did not know that there was rain leaking there, and the air was filled with thick humidity.

In order to avoid omissions like just now, Beichuan Temple re-explored the entire hall, and after finding nothing, he went to the depths of the mansion.

This mansion is very large, and there is a small lawn atrium for children to play, and there are statues of Jesus and crosses everywhere.

Beichuan Temple could even imagine how many children regarded the orphanage with such a beautiful environment as their second home.

It is a pity that this is not the home of those children. Most of the children were buried here and turned into resentful spirits, wandering in this empty spiritual realm to this day.

Moreover, due to the heavy rain, the indoor environment was pitch black, and the lightning flashed across the sky from time to time, supporting the cross and the statue of Jesus in a strange and terrifying way.

The original bright red carpet was left with dark dark stains everywhere.

From time to time, the distorted whines of the wraiths could be heard from somewhere in the corridor.

This kind of place makes Beichuan Temple undoubtedly a little like a duck in water.

While he smoothly dealt with some passing vengeful spirits, he was still thinking about system tasks.

Judging from the first completion condition of the system, the dean here wants to hold a certain ceremony to achieve a certain purpose.

And the need for the ritual may be the massacre of children.

In order to achieve this goal, the Rain Pavilion was opened, and a large number of children flocked...

"There should be no problem with this inference." Beichuan Temple murmured to himself and stopped.

This is the 'children's dormitory', also known as the 'children's dormitory'.

Looking over there from here, there are neatly arranged room number nameplates.

From 1001, Beichuan Temple came to the children's dormitory in 1012.

This children's dormitory is somewhat different from the previous children's dormitory.

It's not that the appearance is different from other dormitories, but that the children's dormitory in front of him has a strange, cold, and resentful feeling.

But Beichuan Temple doesn't care so much.

After finding that the normal door couldn't be opened, he became so angry that he simply kicked the door open.

Boom! ! ! ! !

The door fell down, and Beichuan Temple entered the room with a flashlight.

This room is not too big, but it is no problem for four children to live there.

Facing the door are windows with cross sash frames.

Under the window is a large and low desk, which seems to be used for studying by Chang Chuan and the others who live here.

There are two wooden double beds on both sides of the desk.

On the right side of the bed, there are some small paintings they did at that time, most of which are portraits of small people with round heads.

Beichuan Temple came to the desk.

On the drawer above the desk is a metal plate with a name engraved on it, and there is a small lock on it.

From left to right are-

'The old drawer. ’ ‘Chang Chuan’s drawer. ’ ‘Snowball’s drawer. ’ ‘The drawer of the shrine. '

There is no need to be angry at all, Beichuan Temple directly found a strong resentment lingering on these locks.

The terrifying resentment even distorted the surrounding air slightly.

Yes, except for Jingu Mu's drawer, the drawers of the other three children are all entangled with resentment.

If ordinary people touch it directly, it is probably not the simple consequence of lowering luck.

It can be seen that these three children have turned into resentful spirits.

With a movement of Beichuan Temple's hands, Kanesada emitted a cold light under the infusion of dead energy.

He raised his hand, then dropped it.

There was a violent creaking sound in the air, and the sharp sound made people cover their ears.

Then—

The four locks were cut open by Beichuan Temple and fell to the ground.

Beichuan Temple took Kanesada back, and opened the first drawer of Matsumoto Kuto with a flashlight.

The drawer slowly slipped away under the twitch of Beichuan Temple.

Beichuan Temple looked over.

There is something in an empty drawer.

It was the head of a child.

The head was staring at Beichuan Temple with empty and resentful eyes.

Beichuan Temple didn't care.

Under the gaze of death, the head of this child is nothing more than an 'afterimage' of pure resentment.

Beichuan Temple stretched his finger towards this head——

boom...

The scenery flowed.

Beichuan Temple saw Matsumoto Jiuyuan crying in the basement.

His wrists and ankles have been twisted in a circle, like a twist.

Matsumoto Jiuyuan's face was pale, and he cried out in fear.

From the moment he escaped and was exposed, he had already thought of his end.

Beside him, stood a middle-aged man with a benevolent look.

While sharpening the knife, the middle-aged man muttered to himself: "Hands and feet can no longer be used..."

then.

Under the gaze of Beichuan Temple, the middle-aged man raised the cleaver in his hand, aimed it at Matsumoto Jiuyuan's neck, and dropped it like a slaughter!

Accompanied by a muffled bang.

The children's cries disappeared in an instant.

Matsumoto's long and lifeless eyes revealed endless resentment, flowing on the benevolent middle-aged man

The scenery stretches again——

Beichuan Temple regained consciousness in a trance.

"That was just now..." Beichuan Temple frowned.

It is estimated that it was something that Matsumoto Jiuyuan saw before his death. Using this afterimage of the head as a conveyance of his thoughts, Beichuan Temple saw what happened back then.

Beichuan Temple shook off the redundant thoughts in his head, and opened Fujiwara Nagakawa's drawer.

In this drawer, Beichuan Temple saw a pair of severed hands that had been wiped clean.

After the previous experience, Beichuan Temple was no longer worried and made contact with the severed hand.

The next moment, the familiar feeling of elongation of the scene came again.

It was still the same basement, but there was a different person on the blood-stained long table.

A spirited little boy with a cropped head, while yelling at the suspected dean, tried to break free from his shackles.

But the child's strength is too weak, he can't break free at all, and can only watch helplessly as the other party walks over step by step with a meat cleaver in hand.

Boom! ! ! !

There was still a muffled sound, and the little boy cried crazily for a moment. He twitched all over and foamed at the mouth.

He lost too much blood in an instant, causing him to suffer from shock and convulsions.

Then there was another muffled sound!

With a burst of tugging, the little boy's hands were torn off, and the unpleasant stench of blood wafted in the air.

"So much blood...it's a pity not to make good use of it."

The benevolent middle-aged man picked up the little boy and went to the innermost room.

Dozens of small corpses hang in it, and at the bottom is a bathtub filled with stinky black blood.

He threw Fujiwara Nagakawa, who was still alive and lost his hands, into the bathtub.

Fujiwara Nagakawa gradually lost his struggle, and leaned against the bathtub, his eyes reflected the group of corpses above his head.

The spirit of Beichuan Temple has returned again.

This time, without hesitation, he simply opened the third drawer.

Inside was a pair of severed legs that had been washed and wiped clean.

Just like the first two drawers, Beichuan Temple once again entered the world of the dead.

This time he saw a gloomy little girl in a long skirt.

Same muffled sound, same basement.

Only her legs were removed.

Looking at the little girl who was gradually losing her vitality, Beichuan Temple gently pressed her temple.

He's back again.

But he vaguely found some feeling.

The director of the orphanage seemed to be trying to piece together something.

Yes.

He seems to be using the bodies of these children to piece together something.

"Using corpses to piece together...the only things that can be assembled are corpses?"

Beichuan Temple flicked his fingers, and his eyes kept combining what he saw and heard just now.

Different from the hand fetishist like Sakura Yuki, this head of welfare obviously has a purer purpose.

Putting together different corpses...

Although these messages are also important, this is not what Beichuan Temple wants in this place.

"I came here to look for something like an escape plan, not this kind of memory before death. But there seems to be nothing in their drawers except for the parts that have been removed."

Beichuan Temple muttered to himself.

Since the first three drawers didn't contain what Beichuanji wanted to find, so the answer was in Jingu Mu's drawer?

After all, there was no grievance lingering on his drawer, maybe it contained the specific measures and discussions they had taken when they left the orphanage?

Thinking of this, Beichuan Temple subconsciously opened Jingu Mu's drawer.

Jingomiyagure's drawer was empty.

Yes. Just like the literal meaning, there is really nothing in it, it is empty.

"..." Beichuan Temple.

I didn't expect to hit a wall here at Shen Gongmu.

But Beichuan Temple had already expected this situation.

He glanced around, raising and lowering the flashlight in his hand, as if looking for something.

As I said before, the children's dormitory should have the plan for Jingu Mu and others to leave the orphanage, but now I can't find it...

The only possibility is that they put all the discussed things in a hidden place and secretly hid them.

This is also of course.

After all, being young doesn't mean you're an idiot.

Shen Gongmu and the others must also know the consequences of these things being discovered. It would be really unwise to put them in the drawer openly like this.

Who knows if the dean has the keys to their drawers?

If it is detected, the problem will be serious.

Beichuan Temple simply searched around.

Under the bed.

Among the pillows.

inside the quilt...

Beichuan Temple checked the past one by one.

While he was doing things in full swing, Xi Kujo looked around, and then struggled and jumped out of Beichuan Temple's neckline.

But the position where she jumped out was obviously not very good.

All of a sudden, he bumped into the wall where the children's painting homework was posted.

With a tearing sound, she 'knocked' a small black hole into the wall where the painting homework was located.

"This is?"

Beichuan Temple's eyes flashed, and his heart moved.

Could it be that this is where Shen Gonggure and the others put down their escape plan...?

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