This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

Kamiya Mirai glanced at the email on the phone first, and then handed over the phone with a somewhat unsightly expression.

Beichuan Temple also noticed Mirai Kamiya's face.

Could it be that the news brought over on the phone was not good news?

Beichuan Temple took the phone over and scanned the messages on the phone with his eyes.

‘Thanks to you still remember Qingjing, and sent an email to greet you, but Qingjing has been ill recently, I’m sorry that he can’t reply to your message in person, I hope you can come to my house for a sit down some other day. '

Later, I said a lot of bits and pieces. It was nothing more than saying that Shengu would come over to greet their family so sincerely in such a difficult time. I was very touched.

"Temple Lord, what do you think?" Kamiya Mirai asked with his little head resting on Beichuan Temple's shoulder.

"It's worth a visit." Beichuan Temple flipped through the emails that didn't take much space.

It can also be seen from these intermittent sentences that there is no connection, the person who sent this email is definitely not in a good state of mind recently.

One year later... Something unpredictable may have happened to Kobayashi Kiyoi.

And this may be the sequelae of the four-person hide-and-seek game. The other family members also hope that they will be guests in the past, so it would be best to be invited.

Shen Guwei nodded obediently, and she edited the new email lightly with her fingers, looking confident: "Then leave it to me, when will we go there tomorrow?"

"Come and visit at ten o'clock."

It is said that a confident boy is very attractive, but Beichuan Temple thinks that such a confident Kamiya Mirai is not bad——

Besides, she was doing herself a favor.

Kamiya sent the email in the future, and waited for about ten minutes, and there was a reply letter:

'Welcome, I hope you don't dislike the humble house...'

After that, there was another round of politeness and the words of telling Kamiya Mirai's address.

Everyone is not a child, so if you are polite, you will naturally skip it.

Kamiya raised his head in the future and looked at Beichuan Temple beside him:

"It's already made an appointment at ten o'clock tomorrow, Temple Monarch, let's go there together then."

"Okay." Beichuan Temple nodded.

After all, the owner of the mailbox is Mirai Kamiya, and Beichuan Temple himself knows that he has a cold temper and is not suitable for dealing with other people. It is undoubtedly the best that Mirai Kamiya is willing to help.

However, after the delay just now, Beichuan Temple has not had time to read the novel "The Lost Yuchuan".

There is finally time now.

Beichuan Temple sat down again, with his fingers resting on the edge of the phone screen, and next to him was Mirai Kamiya who was watching his movements curiously.

The cell phone rang suddenly.

Yoshiko Okano?

Why did this woman suddenly call herself?

Beichuan Temple's complexion changed.

He has always been calling Yoshiko Okano, why did Yoshiko Okano contact him abnormally today?

Beichuan Temple clicked to answer.

Okano Ryoko's unusually concise voice came from the other side of the phone:

"Boy Beichuan, Ishikawa is about to die."

Ishikawa is dying?

"When did this happen?"

Yoshiko Okano on the phone did not hesitate:

"It was just last night, and how to die... It's hard to say on the phone. Come here, because you helped catch the person, so I want to tell you."

"Besides, boy Beichuan, haven't you always been interested in these weird things?"

"...I'll be right there." Beichuan Temple hung up the phone.

Kaito Ishikawa, the serial killer, is actually dead, or did he die yesterday...?

Even Yoshiko Okano couldn't figure out how to die for a while.

No matter what it is, it is enough for Beichuan Temple to make this trip.

"Wait, Monarch! I want to go too!" Kamiya raised his hand in the future.

Beichuan Temple squinted: "Are you sure?"

"What's wrong?"

"This time, you're probably sitting in the living room drinking coffee."

"Then I won't go."

Thinking of the police station coffee he drank last time and the hard and cold iron bench, Mirai Kamiya couldn't help wrinkling his little nose.

In the past, he couldn't understand the details of the matter, and he still had to sit on the bench, so he might as well stay at home and wait for Beichuan Temple to come back and ask him what happened.

The little girl made up her mind and said again:

"I'll stay home."

"..." Beichuan Temple's mouth moved, and he felt that Shengu Future's words seemed to be very problematic, but after careful consideration, there seemed to be no problem, so he nodded calmly and said:

"Then please."

After leaving this sentence, Beichuan Temple stopped chatting and set off for the police station.

 …

Okano Ryoko had been standing in the small parking lot next to the police station, smoking and waiting. When she saw Beichuan Temple approaching, she pinched off the cigarette butt and stuffed it into the sorting trash bin specially set up by the police station.

After finishing all this, she threw the gum into her mouth again, chewing tastelessly while beckoning to Beichuan Temple.

this woman...

Beichuan Temple showed no expression on the surface, but he had already made up his mind that Okano Ryoko and Kitagawa Eri must not be allowed to meet.

Otherwise, this guy will definitely spoil his sister.

"I always feel that you seem to be speaking ill of me in your heart." Yoshiko Okano looked at Beichuan Temple who came over with strange eyes.

"I haven't." Beichuan Temple replied blankly.

Okano Yoshiko glanced up and down at him suspiciously, and didn't bother to care what he thought, just stretched out her hand to signal for him to follow.

As she walked, she said:

"I don't want to talk nonsense. What I want to say is just like what I said on the phone just now. Ishikawa is about to fight to death, and the way of death is very strange."

"What a strange way to die? Didn't the news report that Ishikawa Kaito's case has been closed? He should stay in prison, and there should be no other way but to commit suicide, right?" Kitagawa Temple followed her, very rare Spoken a long speech.

It's true that the case of hiding the body in the park near the lake in Ishikawa Kaito has long been closed, and the news in the capital is rushing to report on it, and people applaud for a while.

It's just that in Japan, it is very difficult to sign the death penalty, and the death penalty is particularly difficult to execute. Therefore, even if the Ishikawa Kaito case has been defined as the death penalty by the court, it is still locked in a hidden prison outside the capital.

"His situation is much more complicated than suicide." Okano Ryoko took a deep look at Beichuan Temple: "You can see clearly after reading it."

Okano Ryoko brought Kitagawa Temple into her office.

Unlike Yoshiko Okano's unhealthy life style, her desk was kept spotless. The left side was filled with various documents, and the right side was opened and read.

"Don't touch my files." Okano Yoshiko warned, then bent down and turned on the computer.

"I know." Beichuan Temple nodded.

Beichuan Temple still has this sense of propriety.

After about seven or eight seconds, the computer presented a simple desktop.

Yoshiko Okano held the mouse, chewed gum, opened one folder after another, and finally clicked on a surveillance video.

"This is the monitoring in Ishikawa Kaito Prison last night. After you read it, you will know why I said something is wrong."

Okano Yoshiko took two steps back, her eyes deep.

Kitagawa Temple was also polite, and sat in Ryoko Okano's seat without saying a word.

That snappy movement made the corners of Okano Yoshiko's mouth twitch.

This brat is still the same as before.

The video on the computer starts scrolling.

Watched at 11:46pm on Wednesday 06/02/19.

This is not a bad prison, with tatami mats, it looks to be more than 30 square meters, and there are toilets inside.

Ishikawa Kaito, who had a plaster cast on his calf, was lying on the bed and sleeping.

Kitagawa Temple still remembers that Ishikawa Kaito broke his calf with a bat.

Half a month of prison life not only did not make this man weak, but made him feel fatter, which made Beichuan Temple feel a little ironic.

"It seems that his life in prison is far more comfortable than outside." Beichuan Temple said without looking back.

"It's better to watch the next video instead of making such a mockery, that's the key." Okano Ryoko glanced at Beichuan Temple sideways.

oh?

Beichuan Temple fell silent and watched the video quietly.

In the video, Kaito Ishikawa just shakes and scratches his body subconsciously occasionally, nothing special.

But since Okano Yoshiko said that there is something weird about it, the situation must not be simple.

Beichuan Temple held his breath and continued to watch the above video.

Accompanied by an eerie silence, the recording time slowly came to zero.

At this time, a sudden change occurred!

A strange blurred screen suddenly appeared on the screen, and Kaito Ishikawa, who was asleep, suddenly got up, holding his neck tightly with both hands.

Ishikawa Kaito's tongue drooped outwards, and his astonished expression could be clearly seen from the video.

Coming, Beichuan Temple's eyes flashed.

Under Beichuan Temple's gaze, Ishikawa Kaito's palm slowly twisted, and his five fingers were firmly dug into his throat.

Even if there is no sound in the video, Beichuan Temple can still imagine the horrible and delicate sound of neck twisting in his mind.

Ishikawa Kaito's hands didn't seem to be his own. While his face was distorted and his eyes were rolled, and he was exhaling, his hands were still slowly increasing their strength.

finally--

Ishikawa Kaito's head was twisted off by "him" himself.

He immediately lost his movement.

But even so, those hands were still twisting——

In the end Kaito Ishikawa's head was pulled out and thrown aside.

"That's right there!" Yoshiko Okano, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said.

Beichuan Temple's eyes flashed, and he pressed pause with a very fast reaction speed.

Such a weird scene appeared in the video.

A white shadow that looks like a child clings to Ishikawa Kaito's shoulders, with a hideous and terrifying face.

"That's the main reason why I told you something was wrong." Okano Yoshiko said in a deep voice: "This is a suburban prison that has not been disclosed to the public."

"Then how did this little kid slip in? After slipping in, how did he get past layers of guards and come to the door of this room? When he got to the front and back of this room door, how did he get in? How can I kill Ishikawa Kaito?"

Yoshiko Okano was chewing gum, and while chewing, she looked at Beichuan Temple: "Even a materialistic person can't give any reasonable explanation for seeing this scene, right?"

How did that kind of murder happen? What does the appearance of a child mean?

Okano Yoshiko was a little incomprehensible.

As we all know, it is impossible for a person to be suffocated to death by himself. Similarly, it is impossible to suffocate himself to death.

Kitagawa Temple ignored Ryoko Okano's question for the time being.

His attention was all attracted by the bluish-purple finger marks on Ishikawa Kaito's wrist.

Cyan traces...

"The Lost Mikawa"?

Beichuan Temple couldn't help thinking of the words written in the introduction of "The Lost Mikawa":

'Now...they're playing hide-and-seek...continuing hide-and-seek...will go on forever and ever. Hatred will turn into a purple curse, leading people into that cursed school—’

The purple curse.

Does this curse refer to the marks on Ishikawa Kaito's wrist?

According to this introduction, can it be deduced that to go to the cursed school, you need to have purple finger marks? So what does the four-player hide-and-seek game mean? Could it be that only after playing a game of hide-and-seek with four people, will the blue-purple finger marks appear?

After all, who is the author of "The Lost Mikawa"?

Beichuan Temple was silent for a while.

In any case, the book "The Lost Mikawa" and its author are worth investigating.

And the point of investigation... is the Tsukishima family!

Beichuan Temple did not forget that Yuedao Lisa once mentioned it inadvertently.

Her father went to the Motoya Grand Prize.

Beichuan Temple was thinking about it, when Ryoko Okano suddenly put his shoulders on his shoulders.

The female policeman stared at Beichuan Temple with burning eyes: "Boy Beichuan, you said before that you can see Yumiko, right?"

Originally, Okano Yoshiko didn't care about what Beichuan Temple said that day at all, but this time Ishikawa Kaito's incident combined with Beichuan Temple's weird actions all the time.

She could only conclude—

There are really some horrible things in this world, and Beichuan Temple can indeed see them.

"I told you about this before." Beichuan Temple turned around and said, "The gun you always carry is where her soul resides."

"Really?" Okano Ryoko's eyes flashed.

It's just that she unexpectedly didn't show any emotion, she just asked:

"This incident should also be those..."

"Hmm. It seems to be related to the now-famous four-player hide-and-seek game."

Beichuan Temple nodded.

"Tsk..." Yoshiko Okano smacked her lips.

"Is it so easy for you to accept?" Beichuan Temple couldn't help asking, seeing her resigned look.

Yes, Yoshiko Okano accepted her statement so easily? This is too rare.

Okano Yoshiko curled her lips, scratched her head vigorously and said:

"When you eliminate the impossible, the rest, no matter how unbelievable, is the truth."

"Holmes?" Beichuan Temple complained expressionlessly.

"It's not a big deal in the first place, and the higher-ups can't find a clue for the time being. I guess it will be treated as an unsolved case." Yoshiko Okano shrugged.

Generally speaking, if a prisoner has a problem, he will go to catch the murderer, but the murderer is already dead and exists as a spirit body, so naturally there is no such thing as whether to catch or not to catch.

Besides, Ishikawa Kaito himself is a death row prisoner, and it is not a big deal to die in a hidden prison outside the capital. Besides, this matter itself has no beginning and end, and the higher authorities will take corresponding measures to suppress public opinion reactions.

Push the book: the head of the elves.

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