This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

After Beichuan Temple talked with Asamiya Hitomi for a while, the other party took out a diary from his small bag and handed it to Beichuan Temple.

Her face was flushed, and she faltered and said: "This, this is what Sister Yongshi asked me to give to you, she said. If everything is resolved, I will show you this, which contains all the answers so far."

Eternal Asamiya?

Kitagawa Temple thoughtfully glanced at the Kagura Bell stuck in the outdoor backpack.

Yesterday, he also took the opportunity to try to communicate with Asamiya Eiji, who was among the Kagura bells.

But the other party seemed to have exhausted his spiritual body and fell into a deep sleep.

Beichuan Temple withdrew his gaze and looked at the diary in his hand again.

The exterior of the diary has been slightly oxidized and yellowed.

The edges are frayed, but the whole is well preserved.

In the lower right corner of the overly concise cover, the name of Eiji Asamiya is written carefully.

This should be Asamiya Eiji's diary.

Beichuan Temple's eyes flashed, and he opened the diary.

On the last few pages of the diary, delicate and delicate handwriting is written.

"Temple Monarch personally said:"

‘When the temple lord saw that I left these words, presumably all the affairs of the shrine and even the village of the gods were resolved by the temple lord, right? '

'Sorry to tell you in this way about what happened back then. '

‘Then let’s get to the point without further ado. '

'About Hitomi's memory loss. At the time of Shenhua's welcoming ceremony, Tong had a high fever, but when the ceremony was at a critical moment, only Granny Dongzi was in charge of taking care of her. At that time, I had already foreseen that the ceremony would fail, but it is impossible for the Shenhua Welcome Ceremony to be interrupted because of my words, and even if the ceremony is interrupted, it will only lead things in an unexpected direction. '

'After being killed by the'scourge', the resentment also invaded me. My sister and I turned into spirit bodies and took the keys of Ma Gong's house and God's house away from the altar. In the state of a spirit body, I entrusted the key to Grandma Dongzi and asked her to leave overnight and return to Tokyo. It must have been that time period. Hitomi, who had been suffering from high fever and tired for a long time, lost her memory, right?

‘After that, it’s just a matter of me re-entering the coffin and waiting for your arrival. '

'Soul-suppressing twins, twin bodies symbiosis. But that doesn't mean Makie-san will die after I die. The twins live together, not die together, and this is also a constraint imposed by the gods in the house. Hitomi, who is a relative, will be infected with misfortune, and it must be because of me and Makie-san. '

'With some props from the Asamiya family, it should be possible to enter Shenzhu Mountain, right? '

‘Temple Lord, I will turn into a flower, and as a soul-inducing flower, I will ferry the god-resident villagers to the other shore. '

'But what will happen to me and my sister? I didn't know then. '

‘If I get away with my sad fate, I hope to be by Tera-kun’s side, and I want to visit Tokyo. I heard from the head of the house that besides the kimono, there are many beautiful clothes and many novel things...'

'Smartphone...I really want to have one. '

 …

The discourse stops here.

Just looking at the following content, it seems that Asamiya Yongshi does not know what will happen to her after the Shenhua welcome ceremony is held.

But judging from the present, Asamiya Eternal is still in this world——

Beichuan Temple closed the diary, and looked at Hitomi Asamiya who was looking around.

Seeing Beichuan Temple's eyes turn around, Asamiya Hitomi's eyes trembled, and his hands waved wildly in front of his chest: "Well, I didn't mean to peek! Beichuan classmate! I..."

After speaking, her voice became very small:

"I'm just curious."

"..." Beichuan Temple.

Seeing her like this, Beichuan Temple knew that her memory had not recovered.

Yes, reality is not like fiction, everything can be perfect.

Besides, for Asamiya Hitomi, it might be a good thing that some memories of Shenzhu Village cannot be recalled.

Beichuan Temple's calm and slightly profound gaze made Hitomi Asamiya hesitant to speak.

After a long time, she bowed her head and admitted her mistake:

"sorry."

"..." Beichuan Temple.

Why did you apologize again?

"No need to apologize." Beichuan Temple said with an unchanged expression.

Hitomi Asamiya's habit of apologizing at every turn should be corrected.

Asamiya Hitomi hesitated after hearing this, then nodded lightly: "Yes."

Beichuan Temple was a little speechless.

He didn't care whether Hitomi Asamiya listened or not, he took out his phone after slightly nodding his head, and flipped through the homepage of his urban ghost story.

He uploaded many photos on the concise page.

This time, during the visit of the gods to the village, Beichuan Temple took a lot of precious video materials.

He backed up a copy of these video data on the cloud server, and he used some irrelevant ones to enrich the layout.

And his high-intensity update content this time caused many people who were browsing his homepage to post comments below.

'What the hell? The blogger is still alive? And went to a new spiritual attraction? '

‘This kind of dilapidated haunted house feeling! Blogger, where was this filmed? There are no such realistic props here in Tokyo! '

‘Who can tell me what those blue and white shadows in the photo are? '

‘It’s okay, it’s okay, I’m so numb after watching this at noon...’

All kinds of comments poured out like a tide.

It seems that during the period of suspension of updates, the popularity of the Urban Ghost Story homepage still hasn't dropped.

People always like to hunt strange things.

But if they were allowed to actually enter the Ma Gong's house or the God's house, maybe few would dare to enter, right?

After scanning through these comments, Beichuan Temple opened the private mailbox again.

The private inbox was filled with messages again.

Most of the private mailboxes are filled with messages urging Beichuan Temple to update, and some messages maliciously slandering him.

After removing the above two parts of private messages, there are not many private messages left.

And this part of private messages is also Beichuan Temple's personal favorite, private messages such as ghost stories.

Beichuan Temple glanced down, and then his eyes paused - a private message attracted his attention.

"A new urban ghost story? From Tokyo?"

Beichuan Temple touched his chin.

As soon as he said that, he remembered.

He still has an urban ghost story about the abandoned factory of Miki dolls that has not been resolved.

These days, Yoshida Ikuo and Seki Naoya haven't sent any news to themselves, and they don't know how the investigation of Nakamura Ken's incident is going.

but...

"It's been so long, maybe something really happened." Beichuan Temple was silent for a while, then moved his finger, and clicked on the private message.

'Blogger! You know the latest urban legend circulating among students in Tokyo these days? I will tell you the specific content of the strange talk now, hoping to investigate this strange talk clearly for you. '

‘It is said that when walking alone in a quiet street at night, you will hear the crisp and piercing sound of metal bats. '

'It's going to get louder, louder, faster...and when you look back—'

'And you'll see a bat come crashing down on your head. '

Um?

Beichuan Temple frowned.

Why does this weird talk seem inexplicably familiar?

It is said that the owner of the bat is a male high school student with a ferocious face. His dissatisfaction with the students of the same grade makes him wander around the streets of Bunkyo District. Whenever he finds a high school student at night, he will first ask questions. If you don’t answer, he will Will smash your head off with a bloody bat, and if you answer his questions, he'll leave, and two days later, you'll die unexpectedly and for no apparent reason. '

"Wenjing District?" Beichuan Temple frowned even tighter.

Isn't that the area where he lives?

Has this ever happened there?

Beichuan Temple rubbed his eyebrows and shook his head indifferently.

This should be a fabricated urban ghost story.

Beichuan Temple has lived in Bunkyo District for a month or two, and often goes home at night. He has checked the surrounding situation many times with his dead breath, but he can't find any resentment at all.

"And the feeling of this weird talk...how does it make me a little familiar?"

As far as the matter is concerned, Beichuan Temple once mentioned that he chased and killed a murderer like Ishikawa Kaito with a bat. This strange talk feels like it is talking about that.

"But how can there be such the same thing in this world?"

Beichuan Temple shook his head, getting all these considerations out of his head, and continued to look down.

What follows is also very interesting.

It is about Sucha High School that Beichuan Temple visited some time ago.

But Sucha High School had a lot of weird stories, and Beichuan Temple didn't particularly care about it.

After all, all the things that should be solved there have been solved by Beichuan Temple.

But being idle now is also idle, and it doesn't matter to read this strange talk called 'collapsed iron gate'.

The main content of the strange talk is about Hidesuke Yamaguchi and the two forum hosts.

The two forum hosts fell into a coma within a few hours after entering Xucha High School and were carried out.

When some caring people walked to the path that Hideo Yamaguchi helped them walk, they found that the entire iron gate had collapsed to the ground.

That's simply not something humans can do.

What happened to the supernatural forum masters inside, no one knows except the two supernatural forum masters.

It's all nonsense.

Beichuan Temple thought in his heart.

He kicked the iron gate down, and he moved the people out. Hideo Yamaguchi and the others did meet the ghost, but this ghost story didn't get to the point at all.

The reason why Hidesuke Yamaguchi and the others did not tell the whole process of the incident is probably because they want to hype the traffic.

But the facts have proved that they have also succeeded, and even have the form of ghost talk, how can they say they were not successful?

"But I did everything, this kind of strange talk is meaningless at all."

This is undoubtedly another piece of useless strange news.

It made him Beichuan Temple seem to have become one of those urban ghost stories.

Beichuan Temple flipped through the phone for a while, and found that there was nothing on it that he cared about, then put down the phone, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

And on the other side.

Hitomi Asamiya called her family to report her safety.

 …

More than an hour passed quickly. After officially arriving at the bus stop, Beichuan Temple did not talk to Hitomi Asamiya too much, but after a few simple instructions, the two separated.

From the bus station back to Beichuan's home.

During this period, Beichuan Temple took more than ten minutes.

"Finally back." Beichuan Temple took out the key and entered his home.

Beichuan's home was very quiet, no one could be seen.

There was a note that had been written long ago on the desktop.

‘Brother Si, I’m going to visit more art exhibitions recently to accumulate my background. It is said that there will be youth competitions next, and I will definitely work hard! The next goal is to become the ace of the Art Department of Jingbei High School. If you don’t see me after you come back, it means that I have already visited various exhibitions. '

'Sincerely, Eri. '

"This little girl." Beichuan Temple glanced back and forth, then ignored her.

Although it is spring break, Kitagawa Eri's next volunteer in Jingbei High School is to join the art department, so it is natural to visit various art exhibitions.

Naturally, Beichuan Temple had nothing to say about it.

Developing after-school hobbies, cultivating one's sentiments is similar in nature to his fighting supernatural powers, and investigating cases, both of which are similar to hobbies——

It might feel a little strange to say that, but it's true.

Beichuan Temple was relieved, went upstairs and entered his room, put down the outdoor backpack that was almost half the height of a person, and sorted out the harvest again.

This time, a lot of supernatural documents such as books have been obtained. Coupled with the previous investigation of Xucha High School, the top shelf of Beichuan Temple's bookshelves has been filled.

After sorting everything into categories, Beichuan Temple picked up the Kagura bell.

Jingle Bell--

Kagura bells are crisp and clear, which has the effect of calming the mind.

Beichuan Temple flipped his wrist.

A colored halo floated on the surface of Kagura Bell.

In that halo, it seemed that someone was sleeping soundly.

Asamiya Eiji didn't seem to be half awake yet.

Beichuan Temple didn't care either, he hung the Kagura bell and placed it horizontally in the empty space beside the desk.

After completing this action, a small figure suddenly jumped out from the neckline.

Xikujo is poor.

"It's up to you this time."

Beichuan Temple stretched out his fingers to caress Nishi Kujo's poor little head.

Xi Kujo also hugged Beichuansi's fingers comfortably and rubbed his little face pitifully.

Sometimes it's nice to be so quiet.

Beichuan Temple twisted his neck after retracting his fingers.

He planned to go downstairs to make a cup of strong tea to relax his stiff body after being in the mountains for several days.

But before Beichuan Temple had time to open the door, the mobile phone next to the bedside table rang.

Beichuan Temple stopped, grabbed the phone with one hand, and glanced at the name of the person on it.

Kamiya future.

The little girl's intuition was as accurate as ever.

Beichuan Temple had just returned to Tokyo, and Mirai Kamiya called himself.

The other party may want to talk about the abandoned Miki doll factory she has been investigating...

Thinking of this, Beichuan Temple directly connected it.

"Hello? Is it the temple master?" Kamiya Mirai tentatively greeted over there.

Beichuan Temple's voice remained unchanged: "It's me."

"Oh! It's really Tera-kun. By the way, have you come back from Ibaraki Prefecture? Are you in Tokyo?"

"Well, stay at home now."

Beichuan Temple affirmed the other party's thoughts, but he didn't expect the next sentence that Kamiya would say in the future.

"Master Si, please go downstairs and open the door later, I'll be there in five minutes."

After finishing speaking, Shengu Mirai, a quirky little girl, hung up the phone.

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