This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

Kamizu Makie is not very clear about how ordinary people react when they see a terrifying monster.

After all, she is not an ordinary person.

But even if he is not an ordinary person, Kamizu Makie knows very well that it is impossible for an ordinary person to charge up and ride a monster with a slightly sharper steel pipe.

No matter how you think about it, this is not in line with common sense.

But Beichuan Temple is different.

Kamizu Makie watched Beichuan Temple raised his hand and smashed the monster's flesh and blood with a steel pipe, swallowed slightly, and took two steps back.

The whole battle process was unexpectedly smooth.

Beichuan Temple used the steel pipe in his hand as if playing tricks, pierced several huge holes out of the wriggling piece of meat, and then took the bag containing the angel painting book and slammed it hard on the opponent's face. is where the head is.

After repeating this process for about three or four minutes, the monster lay down limply.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

But—Beichuan Temple was still smashing the opponent with a blank face.

"Beichuan..." Kamizu Makie called out in a low voice.

"Huh?" Beichuan Temple turned his head to look at Kamizu Makie with cold eyes.

Bright red blood dripped from his face with minced flesh, and his cold eyes stared straight at him as if he could kill someone.

Even if Shenzhu Makie is in a phantom state now, she is still trembling with fear, and dare not even speak.

"Let's go."

Beichuan Temple didn't care about the frightened expression on Kamito Makie's face. He reached out to wipe the blood and minced meat on his face, and found that his body was also stained red with bright red blood...even Xi Kujo's poor body was stained with blood. After the blood was gone, he didn't bother to repeat this meaningless action and walked towards the rooftop.

The door to the roof was locked.

Beichuan Temple took out the crowbar from behind and pried open the iron gate of the rooftop with a little effort.

Hoo hoo -

A strong wind howled on the rooftop.

Unlike the scenery below, which looks like pieces of purgatory meat, the ground of the rooftop is extremely clean, and nothing can be seen.

Except for the girl lying quietly on the ground in the distance.

The girl was wearing the uniform of Sacred Heart Girls' High School, but it was not Sugihara Tamako.

And her hair...

Unlike ordinary people, the other party's hair is white.

White hair, white eyebrows...

White?

Could it be...?

A thought flashed in Beichuan Temple's mind, and he simply walked towards the other party.

The girl was still breathing, as if she was in a coma.

In this regard, the method adopted by Beichuan Temple is also very simple.

He stretched out his hand and patted the other person's face expressionlessly, making a crackling sound: "Wake up, wake up."

From Kamizu Makie's point of view, Beichuan Temple's current actions are actually like slapping this girl.

Seemingly aware of Kamizu Makie's gaze, Beichuan Temple turned his face to look at Zhu Makie and said, "I'm waking her up."

"Hehehehe..." Shenzhu Makie smiled dryly and dared not answer.

Just now Beichuan Temple looked like a murderous demon king, which made this female ghost who had just seen the other side of Beichuan Temple still have lingering fears.

Obviously she was the spirit, but she was startled by a living person like Beichuan Temple.

What is this?

Just as she was thinking wildly, Xi Kujo poorly gestured to her not to care.

She has stayed with Beichuan Temple for so long, what girl hasn't seen her?

There are more exaggerated reactions than Kamizu Makie's reaction.

Just as she was interacting with Makie, the girl who had been quiet all this time finally woke up: "This is..."

She glanced around in bewilderment, and then found Beichuan Temple in front of her with shredded meat on her face.

then--

The girl's face remained unchanged, and she passed out again.

"Huh????" Beichuan Temple made a strange sound and glanced behind him at the same time.

There is no one behind him, let alone a monster.

Then there is only one answer.

"Kamizu, stay away, you're scaring her." Beichuan Temple calmly pushed Kamizu Maki away.

That unhesitating look made Kamito Makie stunned.

"?????" God resides in Makie.

This... Is this my fault too?

She was so angry that she almost exploded on the spot.

But in the end, under the signal of Beichuan Temple's gaze, he obediently drifted far away.

This time, Beichuan Temple started to wake up the girls again.

The white-haired girl woke up again, and the face in front of her was still covered with blood and broken flesh——

thump!

She could feel her little heart tightening all of a sudden.

But this time she stubbornly withstood the pressure and looked away.

Seeing that the girl had woken up, Beichuan Temple also stood up and asked, "Can you stand up?"

"..." The girl didn't answer, but just nodded.

"What's your name?" Beichuan Temple asked.

"..." The girl still didn't reply, she just took out a black oil-based pen from her skirt pocket and wrote a name on the ground.

'good. '

good?

Beichuan Temple's expression did not change, but in fact, he remembered the information he found in Sugihara Yuko's mother's diary.

Liang... Could it be that Liang?

The other party didn't speak, maybe...

Beichuan Temple was silent for a long time, and then asked: "Why are you here? What do you want to do here?"

"..." The girl named Liang hesitated for a while, but still wrote a string of characters on the ground:

'The gates have been opened, and the inverse pentagram of sin shall turn all things upside down, and at the base of the tree that guards Hades, Ulysses shall sail to hell. '

"The gate was opened? The gate refers to the gate of the roof? The bottom of the tree in Hades...does it refer to the 40-year-old tree in Sacred Heart Girls' High School?"

Liang nodded.

When Beichuan Temple wanted to ask another question, there was a crisp sound from the blood-stained bag, as if something had been unlocked.

that book--

Beichuan Temple took out the book made of strange materials from his arms, and turned directly to the second iron plate.

He glanced over.

There are pictures drawn on this page.

The twisted goat's head and the bloody inverse pentagram gushed out surging scarlet blood.

The Sacred Heart Women's College was completely submerged, and there was only a giant ship sailing in the bloody water, with Sugihara Tamako standing on the bow.

The big ship rides the wind and waves, sailing towards the inverse pentagram.

"This little girl's imagination is really powerful." Beichuan Temple put the book back into the bag and shook his head.

In the records about the black magic of Mass, the inverted pentagram represents Satan, which means hell. Falling into hell on a voyage.

This time, Beichuan Temple can be considered to have seen the severity of the Second Second Disease.

Especially Sugihara Yuko, who is educated and has a secondary disease...

But now all the clues have been assembled.

Tamako Sugihara is now under that big tree.

The 30-year-old tree symbolizes the gate of the underworld in this world.

"You come with me."

Beichuan Temple grabbed the white-haired girl's palm and rushed towards the bottom of the building without saying a word.

What he has to do now is very simple.

Wake up the depressed girl who is a little out of order.

If calling doesn't work, wake her up.

No matter what method Beichuan Temple uses, all he needs to do is wake her up.

"There are monsters ahead!" Kamizu Makie, who had been watching the changes in the corridor, suddenly cried out in horror.

Beichuan Temple kicked it without changing his face, kicking the meatball monster away.

"There is..." on the right

"The left is coming too!"

"Bei Chuan ah ah!!"

Kamizu Makie's stuttering seems to have ceased to exist at this moment, and the dignity of the Kamizumura town soul twins seems to have been discarded by her, and she is slowly moving closer to Kitagawa Eri...

Amidst Kamizu Makie's startled shouts, Beichuan Temple finally ran out of the school building completely.

Above the head is still the dim yellow sunset, that color seems to be able to dye people with flames.

"I forgot to ask, what is your relationship with Sugihara Yuko?" Kitagawa Temple ran forward with Ryo behind him, while turning his head and asked.

Under Beichuan Temple's watchful eye, this girl who seemed to be suffering from albinism took out a note from her bosom.

It says:

'friend'.

And seeing this note, Beichuan Temple understood in an instant.

It was exactly as he thought.

With such a mood in mind, Beichuan Temple pulled Liang, and soon came under a lush old tree.

At the bottom of the tree, Sugihara Tamako was wearing a plaid uniform, looking at Kitagawa Temple running over with a peaceful smile.

Seeing Beichuan Temple stop, she politely smiled and greeted: "Hello, the stranger who frequently intrudes into my dreams."

"..." Beichuan Temple did not reply to this sentence, but just looked at Sugihara Yuko in front of him.

Unlike Sugihara Tamako who entered here the last two times, the one in front of her clearly knew what state she was in, and naturally understood what the current situation was like.

"Do you understand the current situation?" Beichuan Temple asked back.

"Of course I understand." Sugihara Yuko showed a quieter smile: "If this continues...I will die...but I shouldn't be dead now, right?"

"Mr. unknown, I am very grateful that you can come here for me, but it will be painful for me to continue. Why don't you just stop here? Get out of here."

Her tone carried a kind of pure persuasion, and her eyes were very kind.

But Beichuan Temple stood there as if he didn't hear the meaning of her words, and said to himself:

"Tamako Sugihara, a female, lived with her mother Sugihara when she was young, and her father, Sugiharaki, was busy working outside for a long time, so he didn't take care of the big and small matters at home..."

Sugihara Tamako did not interrupt Beichuan Temple, she stood in place well-bred, looking at Beichuan Temple with a soft gaze.

But in that soft gaze, there seemed to be an inexplicable coldness, which made Kamikaze Makie tremble uncontrollably.

"At that time, the only thing that could accompany Sugihara Tamako was the gift her mother got when she was three years old, a wind-up music box."

Beichuan Temple raised his head: "The sound of the music box represents your longing for the old life, but the messy tone represents your unforgettable regret after leaving it behind."

"And this is also your first inner scar, and also your first mental image."

Beichuan Temple kept talking, and quickly moved on to the next topic like a symphonist: "In fact, you still have a bright color in your childhood full of gray atmosphere."

He hugged Liang beside him.

Yes, just hugged.

At some point, the white-haired girl had turned into a white cat.

The cat's eyes of the white cat fell directly on Yuko Sugihara.

Tamako Sugihara's steady smile finally wavered a bit.

"Liu... This is the white cat brought back by your mother, Shan Yuanzi. It brought you too much warmth when you were a child. But due to unknown reasons, Liang died. You are in the old house I buried it under the tree and asked my father to write a tombstone for it.”

"It's not for an unknown reason..." Sugihara Yuko shook her head gently, looking at the sunset with deep eyes: "I didn't know how to express my love for it when I was a child... I put it away forcefully I went into the children's swimming pool at home and wanted to give it a bath, but it also scared it...it ran on the road and was killed by a car..."

Sugihara Yuko looked sad: "This is my behavior that... can never be forgiven."

Beichuan Temple ignored her sadness and put the white cat down.

Watching it disappear into the dense forest, Beichuan Temple continued: "This is your second regret, your second mental image. Bai Maoliang's death filled your heart with guilt."

Why didn't Liang say a word after meeting Beichuan Temple?

Obviously in this world, those passers-by have the ability to speak, but as the only girl left behind, why can't she speak a word and can only express it with an oil-based pen?

Because the subject of Sugihara Yuko doesn't know how Ryo should speak, Ryo behaves like this.

"Next is the third regret... and the regret that will have the greatest impact on your future life."

"Stop talking!" Sugihara Tamako finally interrupted.

She looked at Beichuan Temple, tears streaming down her face, but she was still smiling.

That peaceful smile made Beichuan Temple feel a little dazzling.

So he decided to go on: "This is the third regret..."

"I told you to stop talking!!!"

A huge piece of meat suddenly sprang out from the ground, tearing Beichuan Temple's body to pieces in an instant.

Blood flew everywhere!

Senbai's broken bones are everywhere!

The twisted human body changes shape.

"Beichuan!?" Kamizu Makie's eyes widened and he screamed.

And just as she was shouting, Beichuan Temple's indifferent voice sounded again:

"Don't panic."

At some point, he appeared next to Kamizu Makie again, still wearing the same clothes, and his expressionless face remained unchanged: "This is the world of heart images, as long as I don't think I'm dead, then she will take me There is no way."

Beichuan Temple lifted the bag on the ground again, and stepped on the remnant body of 'own' just now with an unusually indifferent expression.

Sugihara Tamako's body began to tremble.

Looking at the cold-faced young man in front of her, she finally discovered a fact.

She always felt that she was an anomaly.

But--

truly exceptional...

But he just stood in front of him like this!

This young man—

Absolutely not normal!

Her eyes widened, as if all the strength in her body had been pulled away.

But the smile on the corner of the mouth...

No change.

Thanks to Ganmu Branch of Disciplinary Committee, Carlo of Mingyan, Philosophy Calling Beast, Shrank, and One is All for their rewards! Thank you so much!