This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

Midsummer, at night, a flashlight with a vertical light, a man carrying something on his back.

Regardless of which movie it was in, it was definitely the beginning of a horror or suspense movie, which attracted Beichuan Temple's attention.

This should be Kusakabe Haru's memory...or a scene from memory.

Under his gaze, Moto Tsuchiya walked straight into the warehouse, and Beichuan Temple followed step by step.

Boom.

There was a muffled sound.

Moto Tsuchiya, who was wearing a security uniform, violently threw the things he was carrying on the ground.

snort--

A muffled sound came from the black bag.

"Damn, the police have noticed me."

Moto Tsuchiya opened the bag while muttering to himself.

Only then did Beichuan Temple see the 'items' in it.

It was a girl.

A somewhat out-of-the-ordinary girl.

Looking from the side of Beichuan Temple, he could clearly see that the front part of the girl's short hair had been burnt, which was a large area, and there were marks of cigarette butt burns all over her body, and a lot of wax could be found on her face. Traces of oil.

There are black and blue marks on the back of the hand and arm. A high lump swelled up on his face, almost making Beichuan Temple unable to recognize the other person's face.

Kusakabe spring.

Beichuan Temple squinted his eyes, glanced at Haru Kusakabe, then at Moto Tsuchiya whose expression changed from docile to ferocious, and took a slight breath.

Haru Kusakabe had his mouth covered with a plastic tape, and was already dying. He could only look helplessly at Gen Tsuchiya and Beichuan Temple with his big black and white eyes.

Seeing this expression, Tsuchiya Moto suddenly pulled out his baton from his waist, and tears welled up on his face for some reason, and shouted emotionally: "What do you want me to do?!"

"What do you want me to do?!"

"What do you want me to do!?"

"Yongzi!"

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!

The baton was swished, and there were crisp sounds on the human body. The girl's complexion became paler, and there was also a cry of pain.

Moto Tsuchiya kept beating Haru Kusakabe with a baton. Seeing the bruises on her body and the frightened expression on her curled up body, he felt satisfied and comfortable.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! I forgot! You're not Eiko! You're just a counterfeit! Counterfeit people should have their own place! Not bad! Not bad!"

Tsuchiya Moto's voice sounded very happy, but his expression was extremely painful.

Under the girl's terrified expression, he took out the cement mixing equipment placed in the corner.

As mentioned earlier, these equipment and the cement piled up in the corner are only checked every two to three weeks. Even if these things are embezzled now, no one will find out.

Because two or three weeks later, Moto Tsuchiya had already been captured and pleaded guilty. Who would focus on such a trivial matter as the loss of two bags of cement that only the school knew about?

Woo! Whoooo! ! !

Kusakabe Haru seemed to know what kind of treatment she was about to encounter next, she made a sound in horror, and twitched in fear all over her body.

She kept moving her body backwards, but it didn't change anything.

Moto Tsuchiya dragged a waste oil drum about the height of a person from the corner, lifted Kusakabe Haru from the ground, and stuffed her into the oil drum.

Seeing her with her hands and feet tied and struggling crazily inside the oil drum, Moto Tsuchiya laughed.

The sound of the mixer booming.

In this dull and hot night, there was only a very small movement, and these warehouses were originally located in a remote place, so no one would notice what happened here.

A stream of cement slipped down and poured into the oil drum, but Haru Kusakabe could only use his already scarred body to keep hitting the abandoned oil drum.

But it didn't work.

She struggled to stand on tiptoe, looked around in fear with her eyes, and let out a sharp cry.

Eventually the cement covered her neck.

Then it reached her head, completely covering it up.

During this period, Moto Tsuchiya hugged the abandoned oil barrel with both hands, preventing Haru Kusakabe from hitting the cement.

Under the gaze of Beichuan Temple, he cried and then smiled.

The laughter is louder than the crying, and the expression is also the expression of the abuser, the abuser.

Moto Tsuchiya is really conflicted.

While beating Kusakabe Haru, he shouted the names of other women loudly, as if treating Kusakabe Haru as other women.

From the tears he shed, Beichuan Temple could also see that Tsuchiya Moto's expression was painful and distorted, struggling and soothing.

Perhaps he himself is a person with mental problems, or the lack of maternal love and fatherly love in childhood has created such a person.

But no matter what, Beichuan Temple absolutely does not sympathize with Tsuchiya Yuan.

A murderer is a murderer, there is nothing else to say.

"..." Beichuan Temple looked at the abandoned oil barrel that was shaking until it finally stopped struggling, and shook his head gently.

He could only watch Tsuchiya Yuan torture, inject cement, drag out the discarded oil barrels, and bury them behind the warehouse.

Beichuan Temple couldn't imagine what happened to Haru Kusakabe during those forty days.

I also don't want to imagine how Kusakabe Haru spent those forty days.

Kusakabe Haru might have been kind in the past, but she turned into a tired girl is just a ruthless ghost who kills others.

What Beichuan Temple has to do is very simple——

He flipped the palm of his hand over, death energy suddenly poured into it, and a crystal cold light glowed in the air!

Accompanied by the sound of "tearing" like tearing cloth, everything around was torn, and Beichuan Temple had crossed the iron fence and stood in front of the warehouse at some point.

"You finally...woke up." Kamizu Makie stammered.

The voice of Kagura Bell was crisp and quick, and right in front of Kamizu Makie and Beichuan Temple, a pale-skinned, faceless woman was slowly emerging from the ground.

Kusakabe spring.

"Just now you were pulled into the dream world, me...and poor have been preventing the other party from coming directly to...your body."

"But...maybe it's because here...is where she died...so her ability to pull people into the dreamland...is also very strong. This is already...the fourth time."

Because she was right next to her corpse, Tired Girl could regenerate almost infinitely. As a mid-level wraith, she possessed this ability.

"Temple Monarch!"

Kamiya Mirai's voice sounded from behind.

She stood outside the iron fence with the pale-faced Nakano Yoko, looking at Beichuan Temple with worried eyes.

"Thank you this time." Beichuan Temple turned his head to thank the god Makie.

If Haru Kusakabe attacked his body in reality, he probably wouldn't be able to watch all the process of her death constructed by the other party, and he might use a voodoo doll for sure.

Therefore, it is inevitable to thank God for staying in Makie.

At this time, Xi Kutiao also jumped out poorly.

She touched Beichuan Temple's face with her chubby hands, signaling that she would also like to praise and thank her.

"Go back and buy you some nice clothes for the dolls."

Beichuan Temple opened his mouth and replied.

"I really... thank you...then hurry up and buy me a mobile phone." Kamizu Makie's voice stuttered, and the pale golden air in her hand blew the tired girl away.

For the request of Kamizu Makie, Kitagawa Temple did not respond for the time being, he just pulled Kanesada from the bottom of his sleeve neatly.

Then the other hand formed a deadly cross giant shovel, and the whole person rushed towards Kusakabe Haru.

What he wants to do is simple.

Dig up the abandoned gasoline cans and let the old days come to an end.

And Haru Kusakabe, who became a resentful spirit, will be rescued by him.

It's that simple.

Under the watchful eyes of Mirai Kamiya and Yoko Nakano, Kitagawa Temple bent his arm to accumulate power, then aimed at Haru Kusakabe's head, and threw the cross shovel in his hand.

Click! ! !

Like the sound of a watermelon bursting, Kusakabe Haru's head was pierced by a cross shovel, and the bluish-white skin was scattered all over the ground, and the foul-smelling yellow contents and black liquid viscous were poured all over the ground!

Beichuan Temple moved his feet, avoiding the thick blue and white palm that suddenly came out of the ground again.

Then, like kicking a football, he kicked on the smooth head of Haru Kusakabe who had just emerged from the ground.

Click! !

The sound of bone cracking sounded, and the spiritual body of Haru Kusakabe drifted away again.

It has to be said that apart from entering the dream world and affecting other people's memories to a certain extent, the tired girl's real combat effectiveness is only at a low-to-medium level.

Although there are spiritual bodies that can be reborn continuously, they do not have particularly powerful combat power.

Like Kitano Ryo in the Rain Pavilion, the wraith who can use spells, his combat effectiveness is undoubtedly very exaggerated.

It was also at that time that Beichuan Temple exchanged the skill of Death Qi Shaping, otherwise it would be really difficult to deal with him.

And specific ghosts like Tired Girl who are more inclined to 'dream murder', when they meet Beichuan Temple in reality, they can only collapse at the touch of a touch like now.

the reason is simple.

First. This is not a home dream for tired girls.

Second. Beichuan Temple in reality is not as defenseless as in the dream, he is very strong in reality.

For these two simple reasons.

Beichuan Temple grabbed the cross shovel and swept it backwards in a circular arc.

Snapped!

The head of the tired girl who rushed up from behind was smashed bloodily and violently by Beichuan Temple like a watermelon.

"..." Yoko Nakano.

Originally, Beichuan Temple's sudden entry into the warehouse had already made her nervous for a long time. And after that, seeing the tired girl appearing out of nowhere, when Beichuan Temple was still half asleep, she was even more anxious to the extreme.

The result is now——

Yoko Nakano didn't even know what to say.

The movements of Beichuan Temple open and close, full of extreme violent beauty.

As long as he raised his hand, the tired girl would fall down, and the death was extremely tragic, with fishy yellow and jet-black liquid all over the floor.

No matter how many opponents there are, in front of Beichuan Temple, they all seem to have died in the past.

Beichuan Temple was expressionless the whole time, his cold and hard face seemed to be full of hostility, and the cross shovel in his hand seemed to have been played out of tricks.

Coupled with his constant body-shattering movements...

Who is the villain here?

Yoko Nakano just felt like she was on the wrong side.

On her side is the camp of the great demon king who invaded the area of ​​the tired woman, and the tired woman is the brave man who is constantly struggling and will stop Beichuan Temple even if she knows she is dead.

Thinking of this, Yoko Nakano glanced at Mirai Kamiya next to her.

An indescribable excitement was showing on Kamiya Mirai's face.

She clenched her fists a little, her face was radiant, and her small mouth was still muttering:

"Yes! Smash her face!"

"Chop off her hand!"

"Poke her in the eye!"

"Sijun is invincible in the world!"

"..." Yoko Nakano.

She scratched her hair in a complicated mood.

Reasonably speaking, she should cheer for Beichuan Temple now, but——

Beichuan Temple doesn't need it at all.

He woke up and acted, but in just a minute or two, he had at least slapped, hacked, and cut to death more than a dozen tired women.

That kind of efficiency is simply unmatched.

Yoko Nakano felt that she was brought here to mess around, as long as she could protect herself from causing trouble to Beichuan Temple, there would be no problem at all.

Amidst her extremely complicated mood, Beichuan Temple approached the rear side of the warehouse step by step.

That's where the dead girl... Haru Kusakabe's body is hiding.

Beichuan Temple finally came to the place and stopped.

It was a place that seemed perfectly normal.

The grassland under his feet was barren, and the land was fairly flat.

The warm sunshine poured down, setting off a pretty good atmosphere.

However, from the perspective of the lingering death of Beichuan Temple, countless thick black resentments linger around.

And the closer to the corpse, the stronger the resentment around.

One can imagine how unwilling Kusakabe Haru was when he died.

But what is strange is that after Beichuan Temple set foot in this area, the tired girl never appeared again.

Beichuan Temple ignored it, and just shoveled the shovel of dead energy into the ground fiercely.

Click.

Click.

Click.

He dug down, shovel by shovel.

The efficiency of Beichuan Temple was very fast, and the tip of the shovel touched something hard after a while.

With a flick of his palm, the cross shovel turned into a sapper shovel.

Continue to dig down.

The yellow soil layer was dug open by Beichuan Temple, revealing what was hidden underneath.

It was a metal bucket with yellowed and rusted surfaces.

Beichuan Temple's complexion changed, and then the dead energy turned into chains, directly tied to the surface of the metal bucket.

Immediately, with one hand, he violently dragged the iron bucket, which was more than half exposed, out of the soil layer.

To be honest, this thing is really heavy.

In order to prevent the dead air from corroding the tin barrel, he loosened the chains of the dead air while looking back.

At some point, there was a 'person' standing behind him.

It is a 'person'.

Her face was contorted with pain, her limbs were deformed, and her eyes were full of hatred for the living.

Small holes were exposed all over his body, and those places were the places where he had been burned by cigarette butts.

"This...is Haru Kusakabe...that is, the body of the tired girl..."

Kamizu Makie explained to Beichuan Temple by his side, his eyes were full of vigilance.

The subject of the tired woman is definitely not a good thing, because the nature of the other party's spirit body has changed, and the tired woman who holds endless resentment towards the living will only be obsessed with bringing death to the living.

This is the end of the strange tales she saw back then.

But what Kamizu Makie didn't expect was that Haru Kusakabe didn't do anything.

She just stood quietly behind Beichuan Temple, her eyes blank.

Thanks to Stars According to My Heart 69, Hu Biao who overturned his car, Home Inn 402 tonight, and Qin Luo Wulan for their rewards! Thank you very much everyone!