This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

"Sorry! Mr. Beichuan!"

Mika Nakajima bowed deeply to Kitagawa Temple.

"Since I know I'm sorry, then I have one thing to ask you." Beichuan Temple, which was packing east and west in the travel bag, raised his head and said unchanged.

"Uh, you said." Nakajima Hana shrank his head.

Soon she felt that she was obviously a big sister who was four years older than Beichuan Temple, and she was the only adult in the Beichuan family. How could she be persuaded?

How could he be counseled in front of a minor in Beichuan Temple?

When Mika Nakajima was about to clear her throat and straighten her back to talk to the other party

She felt the cold eyes of Beichuan Temple swept over.

Mika Nakajima shrank her neck again, and even her back was bent down.

"Ms. Nakajima, I'm going to Ibaraki Prefecture these days."

"Hey?! This is too sudden, isn't it? What do I do with Sister Eri when you leave?" Mika Nakajima opened her mouth.

Yes, who cares about her and Beichuan Eri's food when Beichuan Temple has left?

After eating meals cooked at Beichuan Temple, I can’t get used to eating at ordinary family restaurants, let alone ordering takeaways.

Mika Nakajima doesn't want to cope with hamburger cola every day, she is a leukemia patient anyway, and she is in good health.

"Eri knows how to cook, and Miss Nakajima is also healthy. I don't think you will starve to death."

Beichuan Temple turned his gaze back to the travel bag, as if he was checking whether all the things that should be brought were brought.

After hearing Beichuan Temple's words, Nakajima Rika became unhappy, her mouth slumped and whispered quietly: "What if we starve to death?"

Beichuan Temple’s gaze turned around again. This time Nakajima Mihua felt that Beichuan Temple’s gaze was like two knives, slashing at her body: "If you really starve to death at home because of this kind of thing, you Don’t you think it’s the biggest problem? Miss Nakajima?"

If he starved to death because he was not at home, he would no longer be a salted egg character, he would be a social waste.

but

Kitagawa Temple has also considered this point that Mika Nakajima said.

He tore off Kamiya Miku's phone number on a sticky note and handed it to Nakajima Mihua, and said: "If you really can't make it, please call this phone, but don't bother people too much, understand?"

"Hey? This phone number is" Nakajima Mihua tilted her head and suddenly said: "Ah, this should be Kitagawa-kun's phone number for your girlfriend?"

Kitagawa Temple didn’t answer Nakajima’s attitude of running the train with his mouth full. He just reached out to touch the sofa like a magic trick, the oily rattan appeared in his hand, and then hit Nakajima’s mouth with a pop. On the ass.

"Why are there rattans here too?" Mikawa Nakajima's face was twitching with pain.

"You have three chances to call the future. If you let me know that you will have to trouble her after all three chances are used up," Beichuan Temple did not continue.

He just snapped the cane in his hand to one side of the air.

The loud noise that even the air seemed to be shattered made Mihana Nakajima's face changed.

"I see. I understand. You should leave as soon as possible. I can handle it with sister Eri. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have bothered you so much!"

This is not because I forgot to mark the punctuation marks, but because Mika Nakajima reads this string of words as if he was **** at the scene without interruption.

Shouldn't it be said that Mika Nakajima deserves to be a singer? There is still a good way to speak and speak, at least it takes a lot of skills to pronounce such a string of words in Japanese.

Beichuan Temple hung the rattan on one side of the wall and glanced at the time.

Today is Friday, and he will be back right after school.

So now it's only three to fifty.

Jingbei High School has only six classes a day, four in the morning and two in the afternoon. It is not mandatory to join a club. You can go home directly after school or participate in extracurricular tuition.

Thanks to this humanized system, Beichuan Temple goes home early every day.

But Eri Kitagawa is different. According to her, she is now being practiced by Chiba Hotaru every day. The other party wants her to participate in the Tokyo High School Painting Awards. Therefore, Eri Kitagawa spends a lot of time home these days. At night, it seems that he has been actively preparing for battle.

"I'm leaving, Miss Nakajima, I'll ask you at home."

"Ah, good." Mihana Nakajima eagerly responded, and at the same time she didn't forget to ran out and said: "All the way, Kitagawa-kun."

Beichuan Temple waved her hand to indicate that she hadn't even worn a mask to go home quickly, and then walked towards the end of the street without a word.

Kitagawa Temple in Ibaraki Prefecture is back again

The last time I came to Ibaraki Prefecture was because of the curse on Hitomi Asamiya. This time I revisited the old place, Kitagawa Temple's mood is undoubtedly a lot more vivid.

The first aspect is the ability to collect money, and the second aspect is the strange story that hasn't happened for a long time.

This kind of incident that can be collected and handled incidentally, how can this not make Beichuan Temple feel better?

Beichuan Temple stayed in the hotel where I stayed last time. After paying the room deposit, I took a look at the time.

It took two hours to get to Ibaraki Prefecture by bus, and it is now six o'clock.

It just happened to be the time of the visit.

Kitagawa Temple took out the cell phone and dialed Ichiro Hirasaka.

The blind tone of the phone rang for only two seconds before being connected by someone over there.

"Hello? Master Beichuan?"

Upon hearing the words of Master Beichuan, Beichuan Temple hurriedly said:

"I don't know if Mr. Hirasaka has time. I have already arrived in Ibaraki Prefecture. I hope I can talk to you about what you said on the phone last time."

"I have arrived in Ibaraki Prefecture? This is a coincidence. It just so happens that the person who wants to discuss things with you is also at my house. If Master Kitagawa wants to come over, I can also entertain you here."

Hirasaka Ichiro's voice sounded a little surprised, he said immediately.

"Then it would be rude."

Beichuan Temple hung up the phone and lifted up the pitiful Nishikujo who had crawled out of his travel shoulder bag.

"Let's go, poor."

""Nishikujo is pitiful.

She pointed at the TV on one side, pointed at herself, and made a gesture of biceps, indicating that the aerobics program she wanted to watch was about to begin, and let Beichuan Temple go by herself.

Beichuan Temple thought for a while, and did not force Poor Nishikujo to do what she did not want to do. He put Poor Nishikujo down: "Also, you are optimistic about our things during the time I am away. But don't make too much noise. ."

Poor Nishikujo stood on the ground and nodded, and at the same time waved at him with a chubby arm, making him be careful all the way.

"I will."

Beichuan Temple closed the door in response.

He thought for a while, and then took out the key to lock the sliding door backwards, to avoid the pitiful running of Nishikujo.

After all this was done, Beichuan Temple greeted the proprietress and left the hotel to go to the Hirasaka home.

As mentioned earlier, this homestay is only a dozen minutes away from Hirasaka's home. After deliberately speeding up at Beichuan Temple, it only took him five or six minutes to reach the door of Hirasaka's home.

Hirasaka Ichiro was waiting at the door early, and when he saw Beichuan Temple approaching, he went up and said: "Master Beichuan, are you here?"

"Yeah." Beichuan Temple responded indifferently, and his complexion was a bit unsightly.

This is simply an opening lightning strike, and of course his face is not good.

But Kitagawa Temple usually has such a cold face, and Hirasaka Ichiro didn't notice the slight difference in his tone, so he inadvertently led him into the mansion, while still not forgetting to say: "Master Beichuan, It's up to you again this time."

"Yeah." Beichuan Temple glanced at him, and a faint black air could not help flashing in his eyes.

The two walked into the reception room on the first floor.

In the reception room, a man in a gray suit sat on a small round cushion on one side early.

As soon as he saw Ichiro Hirasaka and Kitagawa Temple coming in, he stood up and greeted him kindly: "Uncle Hirasaka."

His face is kind, and it makes people feel good in the past. His face is what we say is a good face.

Then the man in the gray suit looked at Beichuan Temple. When he saw that he was still too young, he hesitated, but he asked politely, "Is this Master Beichuan?"

"Yeah." Beichuan Temple nodded as a response.

He now only thinks that Master Beichuan is like a hat, which can't be taken off at all when it is buttoned on his head.

The three were seated again, and of course Hirasaka Ichiro, who was the informant, did not watch.

He drank a sip of tea, moistened his throat, and introduced: "Master Kitagawa, this is the director of the No. 2 Mental Hospital in Ibaraki, Fumi Suzuki."

"Suzuki-kun, this is the Master Beichuan that I mentioned to you, Beichuan Temple. Although he looks very young, the ability of Master Beichuan is reassuring. It is estimated that the solution of the matter this time will have to rely on him."

"It's nice to meet you, Master Beichuan."

Suzuki Fumi reached out his hand and shook Kitagawa Temple.

"Probably what kind of incident?" Beichuan Temple sat down again and asked.

For these two big men who call themselves "Mage Beichuan" at every turn, Beichuan Temple would rather face those resentful spirits who are more lovely than the two of them.

And his calm and crisp appearance made Suzuki Wen nod his head, and he didn't dare to speak:

"Let's not hide the truth from Master Kitagawa, some strange things did happen to the Second Mental Hospital in Ibaraki recently.

Suzuki's "good face" wrinkled: "In the beginning, a few patients responded, saying that they saw a black twisted figure dressed as a doctor carrying a shovel."

He stretched out his hand and said: "Because it was originally a reaction of some mental patients, I didn't care at first, but after that, a nurse on duty discovered that someone was walking in a closed outdoor venue with a shovel."

"Ibaraki Prefecture's Second Mental Hospital cannot be said to have complete facilities, but it is basically very difficult to infiltrate, and no one can be allowed to sneak in. Besides, what does this man want to do when sneaking into it? What is his purpose? My second. Tian strengthened the security arrangements and observed the monitors"

A look of fear appeared on Suzuki's face: "Mage Beichuan, you are so knowledgeable, you should be able to understand what I mean. The man with the shovel appeared out of thin air. He got out of the disgusting liquid in the ground. .Understood? He just appeared out of thin air."

Suzuki Fumi can barely control his emotions and not let himself be too gaffe. But his voice was already trembling.

"You keep talking."

Beichuan Temple stretched out his hand to calm down the other party's emotions.

"After that, I let people observe his appearance and the scope of his activities. At first, the man could only wander around the cafeteria, but gradually he was able to walk to the ward on the second floor. Especially recently. The patients began to disappear. In order to prevent accidents, I have stopped the nurses and doctors on duty near the first and second floors from being on duty at night."

Suzuki sighed heavily, no longer caring about his own image. He walked over and grabbed Beichuan Temple’s palm, begging in his face: "Master Beichuan, do you have a solution to this matter? If this matter is not resolved, Not to mention that part of the hospital’s functions are stopped, and the emotions of the doctors and nurses are also not stable. If this continues, the second mental hospital will be abolished."

"I understand." Beichuan Temple pondered for a while and nodded in agreement: "This matter is fairly simple on the whole. I want to visit your hospital in person tomorrow. There should be no problem, right?"

"No problem, Master Beichuan just agreed."

Suzuki wiped the sweat from his forehead, and barely squeezed a smile on that ‘good face’: “As for the payment for this matter, how does Master Kitagawa feel about 3 million yen?”

Three million yen?

Beichuan Temple's expression moved.

It’s too easy to just go and get 3 million yen with the exception of a spirit.

It is really different to open a hospital at home, and you can play the capital of transferring to a hospital.

With this in mind, Beichuan Temple can get the money at ease. After all, the other party is also someone who can afford to open a hospital, and their family wouldn't care about these millions of yen at all.

"Tomorrow I will go there in person, as well as the patients who responded and the nurses and doctors. I hope Mr. Suzuki can cooperate with me and let me ask them individually."

"There is no problem at all, everything is on my body." Suzuki slapped his chest vowedly.

"Yeah. That's it for today. Dean Suzuki wants Mr. Hirasaka. I'll leave first."

Beichuan Temple stood up unchanged and greeted the two of them before leaving altogether.

Seeing Kitagawa Temple completely left, Fumio Suzuki couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "It's really a young man. When I was like Master Kitagawa, I heard a three million yen bill or payment. I don't know how long it will excite me, but Kitagawa But there is no expression on the mage's face, it seems that the money is nothing to him."

Hirasaka Ichiro also joked when he saw him like this: "Isn't it, I've seen Master Kitagawa's spirit removal with my own eyes. If I hadn't been in a good relationship with your father, I wouldn't introduce him to you."

After saying this, he also sighed from the bottom of his heart:

"I really want to let Yingshu's **** take a look at them. They seem a little unmoved by foreign objects at such a young age."

As he spoke, he and Suzuki Fumi smiled at each other.