This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

The moment Beichuan Temple stepped into the courtyard of the mansion, the warmth was stripped from his body, and a strange chill penetrated into the bone marrow, causing Beichuan Temple to tremble instinctively.

The courtyard is paved with gravel and has a small pond. From the perspective of Beichuan Temple, you can also see the cherry blossom trees planted under the small courtyard.

‘It’s almost spring, can we see cherry blossoms again? '

Beichuan Temple couldn't help but think so.

But if you don't enter this Japanese-style mansion, everything is out of the question.

Beichuan Temple clenched the backpack tightly, with a cold light in his hands, and walked up the stairs step by step, to the front of the mansion.

There is a sign in the middle of the decayed wooden door.

The chrysanthemum pattern painted by more than half of the stone white paint has fallen off.

Seeing this chrysanthemum pattern, Beichuan Temple subconsciously took out the key given to him by Asamiya Fuyuko.

The white chrysanthemum pattern outlined on the flat key handle is the same as the pattern on the gate.

"Could it be that this pattern is a family pattern?"

The so-called family crest is a symbol of a family.

"It is said in Japan that the chrysanthemum can ward off evil, and it is solemn and generous...then the question is, is this the family crest of the Asamiya family or the family crest of the gods?"

From the bottom of his heart, Beichuan Temple felt that it was more likely that this was the family crest of Asamiya, after all, there was a pattern of white chrysanthemums on the handle of the key that Toko Asamiya gave him.

But no specific investigation has been conducted yet, and he cannot jump to conclusions.

Beichuan Temple took a breath, stretched out his hand and simply pushed open the door.

Squeak——

The ugly rotten wood lengthened the voice.

A burst of dust rose up and hit the face.

Beichuan Temple fanned his face with his hand, and then turned on the flashlight to look into it.

The entrance of the mansion is very spacious, roughly the width of the arms of four adults.

Beichuan Temple turned on the flashlight and stepped on the wooden board.

crunch——

The wooden floor made an unpleasant groaning sound. If you look closely, you can see that the wooden floor has been around for a long time, and the color has turned black.

Ignoring the uncomfortable voice, Beichuan Temple continued to walk inward.

Behind the entrance is a wooden door with double doors. Beichuan Temple opened it casually, and then saw a spacious Japanese-style stove.

The enclosure is paved with wooden floors, with an earth pot hanging in the middle and an earth pit surrounded by square stones at the bottom.

This form is called "囲炉里" in Japanese architecture, and it is translated into Chinese as "囲烧里", which is similar to the earthen stove used for bacon here in China.

Beichuan Temple stepped on it, and the columnar light of the flashlight swept around with his gaze.

There were doors on the right and left, and in front of him were stairs that led directly to the second floor without handrails.

Since it is necessary to investigate, of course everything must be investigated clearly.

Beichuan Temple took two steps around the furnace.

In one corner of the fireside he found an ebony comb, still matted with disgusting black hair, as if it had been used just today.

Under the gaze attached to the dead air, Beichuan Temple clearly saw the traces of resentment entangled above it.

Beichuan Temple's heart moved, and then he tore off his hair expressionlessly, and put the comb into his pocket.

The exploration in the furnace was almost finished, and Beichuan Temple opened the door on the right.

It should be the kitchen, but it's so dark inside that you can't see anything.

Beichuan Temple hadn't raised the flashlight when the sound of bitter wind came directly to his head!

He lowered himself subconsciously——

bang.

Accompanied by the crisp sound, Beichuan Temple raised the flashlight and turned around to look, just in time to see half of the rusty kitchen knife inserted into the black door panel.

This is?

Beichuan Temple's heart moved, a cold light flashed in his hand, his eyes were entangled with death, he stepped on the ground, and rushed forward.

In the line of sight attached to the dead air, Beichuan Temple saw the shadow of the spirit body lingering with resentment.

Regarding this, Kitagawa Temple just didn't say a word, and wiped the opponent's neck with his arm with Kanesada.

pooh-

It wasn't until the moment when the wraith's head flew away that Beichuan Temple could clearly see the wraith's appearance.

It was a short, fat woman with an apron wrapped around her body, holding another hideous blood-stained bone knife in her hand, but the headless woman seemed a little at a loss, and it took a while for her to fully understand. Dissipate into resentment.

Where the nameless cook disappeared, something was oozing resentment.

It was a book of two paper notes joined together.

Beichuan Temple picked up the note and stayed there for about five minutes.

But he still didn't hear the prompt sound from the system to strengthen himself or get skill points.

"How is this going?"

Something went wrong with the system?

Could it be a system error?

The chef's wraith just now should have been dealt with quickly and neatly by him.

Beichuan Temple pondered for a while, then shook his head, not caring about this kind of thing any more.

Anyway, the strength of the wraith just now is not high, even if it can bring him benefits, it won't be that much.

He moved his fingers and flipped through the notes in his hand.

'I want to buy things today: natto, brown sugar, fungus, black beans, chicken...'

The first page of notes is written on ingredients or seasonings to be purchased.

Beichuan Temple glanced and raised his eyebrows.

"These ingredients... are all needed to replenish blood..."

These are basic common sense, which should be known without any medical knowledge.

Beichuan Temple turned to the next page.

I saw this written on the yellowed note:

‘Hey, Lord Zongfang took Miss Yongshi out again today, it seems that there is a very important meeting to be discussed at the God’s house, right? Miss Yongshi has always been very kind to me, at least in terms of food, I can’t let Miss Yongshi suffer...’

The handwriting is blurred at the back.

"Miss Eternal Eternity? God resides in the house? Then... this is indeed the residence of the Asamiya family?"

Combined with the previous Baiju's family pattern and Beichuan Temple, I can vaguely guess something.

The Asamiya family and the Shinju family did not share this Japanese-style three-story building.

This is only the territory of the two Nakamiya families.

Putting the two notes carefully into his notebook, Beichuan Temple stood up with a flashlight in his hand.

The kitchen side has been explored, and it's time to go to the door on the left to take a look.

Beichuan Temple walked through the fireplace to the left door.

But I don't know why, the door here seems to be glued to the ground and wall, and it can't be pushed open at all.

Bei Chuanji flipped his wrist, and Kanesada made a move. He simply and neatly cut across the door with death energy, and then kicked open the wooden door that had been cut in half but was still firmly glued together by resentment.

call--

Beichuan Temple entered without saying a word.

A dark corridor came into view, with shimenawa connected to both sides of the ceiling above the head, and the pale white royal coins were sprinkled down like ghost hands shaking.

There is a Japanese-style sliding door on the right side of the corridor, and Beichuan Temple opened the door casually——

This is more like a hidden guest reception room than a fireplace.

The small square table full of dust, the musty smell that makes people frown.

Beichuan Temple went around in it and planned to come out after finding nothing.

But the moment he stepped out of the reception room, a voice sounded behind him.

"Toko...forgive me..."

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