This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

Beichuan Temple will not take care of such trivial matters as personal privacy.

After all, Yuko Sugihara is still lying on the hospital bed.

According to Kamizu Makie's description of Yukai's disease, it is definitely not a symptom to be optimistic about.

People are almost gone, so what time do you have to care about personal privacy?

Beichuan Temple walked into the room and looked around.

Sugihara Tamako's room was indeed very clean, and it could be seen that the servant cleaned it very carefully, but there was one thing that was different.

Beichuan Temple stretched out his hand to caress the bookshelf, and a layer of dust easily slid off his fingertips.

"Mr. Sugihara."

"This—" Shan Yuanmu was slightly stunned, and then whispered a few words to the middle-aged man behind him.

A few seconds later, a simple and honest housewife with a turban on her head appeared in front of Beichuan Temple and Shan Yuanmu.

"Miss Hirano, why is there such a thick layer of dust on Yuzi's bookshelf?"

Sugiharaki has never been to Sugihara Yuko's room, so he doesn't know that the bookshelf has not been cleaned.

When the middle-aged housekeeper saw the highest status of the family, Sugiharaki, she obviously panicked a lot. She shrank her body cautiously, folded her round hands in front of her and replied honestly: "Every time I clean Miss Yuzi's room When we were together, she always told me not to clean the bookshelf, and said that the books on the bookshelves were arranged in a certain order, and if she fiddled with them casually, it would be easy for her to find the books she wanted to read."

"As time goes by, I won't clean Miss Yuzi's bookshelf, I'm afraid of touching something valuable."

"I see." Beichuan Temple thought about it and turned his head.

This bookshelf really looks like it hasn't been taken care of for a long time.

Could there be something hidden on this bookshelf?

"I'm sorry, Mr. Sugihara." Kitagawa Temple greeted Sugiharaki, and began to take down the books one by one from the top floor.

Read every book carefully, maybe you can find some information left by Sugihara Tamako in these books.

Of course, Sugiharaki couldn't watch Beichuan Temple busy there alone. He winked at the middle-aged man beside him, and then the two of them went over to help together.

With three people helping to find it together, the efficiency is of course much higher.

After about ten minutes, Beichuan Temple and the others finally found a very special book.

This book was found by Beichuan Temple in an inconspicuous corner of the bookshelf.

And as soon as Beichuan Temple picked it up, he found something wrong with the book.

It is obviously much heavier than other books, and as soon as Beichuan Temple is picked up, you can hear the sound of clanging and clanging.

Beichuan Temple is very familiar with this sound.

This is the sound of metal knives colliding.

On the other side, Shan Yuanmu and the middle-aged man also heard the jingling sound, and both of them turned their eyes.

He rested his fingers on the front and back of the book cover, and then exerted force on his wrist, trying to open it.

Can't open it?

Beichuan Temple used a little more strength with both hands.

Accompanied by the sound of tearing some kind of glue, Beichuan Temple opened the book.

There is something in it.

It was a shiny, not neatly arranged metal knife.

They are different in shape, but have one thing in common.

The blade, the blade... were all stained with blood spots, and the original bright silver color could not be seen.

A little girl...an ordinary-looking book...an ordinary room.

In this simple, ordinary and comfortable atmosphere, what is hidden is the cruelty and blood that twists the heart.

Sugi Log couldn't help but stand up.

The spring sun shone on the desk next to it, but it couldn't make him feel any warmth from it.

Now he only felt that the familiar daughter... seemed to have become strange.

Speaking of which... when did Yuzi call him daddy on the phone?

I can't remember it at all, I don't have any impression at all.

She just kept looking at herself with a bright smile.

That's all.

Father, father... It seems that I haven't called for a long time.

That smile... thinking about it now.

It seems a little harsh.

 …

After resetting all the books and putting them away, Beichuan Temple and Sugiharaki who regained his composure returned to the study.

Sure enough, he is worthy of being the leader of a political party, and his psychological adjustment ability is much stronger than most people.

The two sat down, and after a while, Sugiharaki said with a heavy tone: "I have never been in Yuzi's room, and this is the first time I know that there are those things hidden in her bookshelf."

The blood on the knife was naturally Sugihara Tamako's, so there was nothing wrong with it.

Yesterday, Beichuan Temple confirmed that Sugihara Tamako's arm had marks of self-mutilation such as knife marks.

But apart from the scars left by the knife marks, there are still...

Beichuan Temple temporarily interrupted his thinking, and made his last request: "Mr. Sugihara, is Ms. Riko's room still available?"

"Riko...? Are you talking about my wife?"

Sugiharamu was stunned for a moment, and then nodded: "It's still there. It's just that Lizi's room is not here. Master Beichuan wants to go and have a look?"

Although he hasn't seen Beichuan Temple's extraordinary ability yet, judging from the series of analysis and observations of Beichuan Temple just now, this young man must be different from ordinary people.

"I want to see the situation." Beichuan Temple did not shy away.

"Okay. I'll go there too."

Shan Yuanmu nodded without any hesitation.

He asked someone to prepare the car, and sat in it with Beichuan Temple. While the driver was driving, he explained the general situation to Beichuan Temple:

"Actually, the place where our family lived was not the same as it is now... At that time, my career had just started, and Lizi also suffered a lot with me. I often held meetings alone, and got financial support from the consortium. ...Naturally, Yuzi and Riko were left out in the cold."

In Japan, as long as there is a political party with a name and a surname, there is a shadow of a consortium behind it.

After all, the development of a political party will inevitably require financial support.

It can also be seen from this that Sugiharaki's ability is indeed outstanding.

Beichuan Temple didn't think deeply about Sugiharaki's past, he needed to conceive an impression in his mind——

Young Sugihara Tamako always stayed with her mother during her childhood.

Compared with her father, her mother's impression in her mind will undoubtedly be much clearer.

If so...

Kitagawa Temple began to take care of this Sugaharako.

Then Sugiharaki talked about the days when he lived with Sugaharako. Seeing his completely relaxed expression, Beichuanji could also know that the other party missed the life at that time.

If you think about it carefully, it is indeed the case.

It is true that Shan Yuanmu's life is getting better and better now, but it seems that he has lost more and more things.

Due to the long-term pressure from all parties, Sugiharaki's physical condition is not as optimistic day by day.

He also always had a tough expression on his face. At least from the time we met until now, Beichuan Temple had never seen him smile sincerely. Sometimes when he turned his face to the side, it was just a polite smile.

By now, even his daughter seemed to be leaving him.

Perhaps this is what people often say is the trouble of the rich?

When you are young, you trade health for money and status, and when you are old, you trade money and status for health. But in fact, this is the most real situation in the current society. Everyone wants to climb up, but in the process of climbing up, they find that their youth is gone, and their physical condition is gradually getting worse. But if you don't go up, living at the bottom will not give you half happiness.

This world is full of contradictions, and the most important thing is that everyone must live in accordance with the laws of this contradiction.

This is somewhat ironic.

Of course, there is no need to worry about these problems in Beichuan Temple. He has already lived a good life, and he can get a good salary by relying on his interest in exorcising spirits. The younger sister in the family is a bit salty, but overall he is still happy is growing.

This is already a template for a winner in life.

Beichuan Temple and Sugiharaki came to the place where he lived in the past without saying a word.

This is a Japanese-style mansion.

Compared with the modern villa just now, this place is undoubtedly much shabby.

The gate that looks crumbling, the threshold full of age, and an old tree that is about to dry up and die.

The mansion is covered with mildew, and it can be seen that no one has lived in it for a long time.

Beichuan Temple glanced at the compound, then fixed its gaze under the old tree.

There was a rough wooden sign stuck in there.

It seems that there are still words on the wooden sign.

This looks like a small graveyard, which aroused the interest of Beichuan Temple.

You must know that Japan does not have the custom of burying relatives in one's own courtyard.

Most of the deceased family members are buried in the cemetery in the temple.

He walked over and squatted down, looking at the writing left on the wooden sign.

This handwriting is written with a brush, and depending on the specific font structure, it looks like——

Beichuan Temple subconsciously turned around and greeted: "Mr. Sugihara, do you have any impression of this graveyard?"

His calm and indifferent voice immediately brought Sugi, who was immersed in the memories of that year, back.

Sugi Yuanmu pulled Wu Fu, wiped away a tear that oozed from the corner of his eye, and walked over.

"This is...?" Shan Yuanmu frowned: "There used to be graves here?"

"There are still some handwriting on it. I think the structure of the font looks like Mr. Sugihara's handwriting when you were young."

"Indeed...but I have no memory at all. No matter how difficult it was at that time, it was impossible for me to bury my family in such a place." Sugiharaki said with a frown.

His statement coincided with the direction Beichuan Temple was thinking about.

Yes, logically speaking, no matter how difficult the economy is, Sugi Logan cannot simply bury people in the courtyard.

After all, it doesn't take a lot of effort to set up a coffin for worship.

The handwriting on the wooden sign was completely blurred due to its age, and one could barely make out its outline, but it was really difficult for Beichuan Temple to see something.

"Then put this matter aside for the time being." Beichuan Temple was silent for a while, then straightened up again: "Mr. Sugihara, please, I want to go to Ms. Riko's room to take a look."

"Alright. Master Beichuan, go this way."

Sugiharaki looked away, and led Kitagawa Temple towards Sugiharako's room.

The two of them walked all the way into the room without taking off their shoes.

It can be seen that no one has taken care of it for a long time, cobwebs are everywhere, and the sound of water leaking can be heard somewhere.

"Since we moved out of here, Yuzi and I have never been here again. Because we think about people when we see things... When Lizi's condition became more and more serious, Yuzi cried very hard. So I have always avoided being with her. Speaking of this old house in front of me... I don't know if she has forgotten it or not."

With a bang, the door of Sugiharako's room was pulled open by Sugiharaki.

The purpose of entering is the tatami mat that has already glowed jet black.

The furnishings inside are very simple, with a large and a small tungsten light bulb hanging down and a small bookshelf in the corner. Beside the small bookshelf, there is also a low desk.

It can be seen that the economic situation of Shan Yuanmu and the others was not very good at that time, otherwise it would not be like this.

"Because of Lizi's illness, after giving birth to Yuzi, I have been sleeping with her in a separate room. At that time, she often brought...Master Beichuan?"

Sugiharaki looked at Beichuan Temple.

Beichuan Temple has not spoken since just now, but just cast his eyes on a certain place.

What exactly made Beichuan Temple care so much?

Sugiharaki followed Beichuan Temple's gaze and looked into the dim room.

On the dirty desk, there seemed to be something shiny.

Beichuan Temple walked over without saying a word, then bent down, picked up the things, took out the phone, and turned on the flashlight function.

Under the brilliance of the flashlight of the mobile phone, Sugi Yuanmu finally saw what the shiny thing was just now.

It was a small wind-up music box.

The small iron teeth inside the music box have rusted, and the copper-yellow clockwork is properly inserted on it. The simple appearance looks very old.

"This is..." Shan Yuanmu's expression changed slightly: "I remember that this was a birthday gift from Riko to Yuzi... It was a birthday gift to commemorate Yuzi when she was one or two years old. I remember when Yuzi forgot to bring it when I moved, and I still cared about it for a long time... But that child has always been very sensible, and he never said that he would take it when he came back."

"So it was in Riko's room..."

"Hmm...Excuse me, can I listen to the sound of this music box?" Bei Chuansi pinched the wind-up of the music box and looked back at Sugiharaki.

"What's the point of this? It's already such an old music box, it should be broken, and it must be a noise when it is turned out again."

Sugiharaki doesn't quite understand Beichuan Temple's behavior.

What Sugiharaki didn't know was that Beichuan Temple once heard the melody of some kind of music box when he entered the world of Sugihara Yuko's mental image.

That extraordinarily simple, crisp sound...

"I'm a little concerned."

Beichuan Temple briefly explained, and then slowly twisted the music box's mainspring.

In fact, such old antique products are more durable than some modern products. After all, the things made in that era are basically of good quality——

After all, no one dares to say that Nokia is not as strong as Apple.

Beichuan Temple let go slowly——

Under the turning of the bronze-colored clockwork, an indescribable tone rippled out.

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