This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

The rest of the time Beichuan Temple was used for rest.

Although just staying up all night is nothing to him, but considering what to do tonight, Beichuan Temple feels that it is better to nurture the spirit.

In the case of deliberately pressing enough to sleep, time quickly passed by, and it was night in an instant.

Beichuan Temple put on the headset and opened the door of the ward.

For some reason, it seemed very cold tonight, and the corridors were also exceptionally quiet, revealing a sense of deathly silence.

Considering that the shovel resentment might appear anywhere, Fumio Suzuki simply removed all the doctors and nurses on duty at night to make room for Kitagawa Temple better.

Carrying a backpack and a flashlight, Beichuan Temple strolled in the Second Mental Hospital.

Patter, patter, patter

The crisp footsteps shattered into strange echoes.

The white walls spread forward, as if the edge was far away in this strange night.

Like yesterday, Beichuan Temple is still active today, looking for the shovel resentful spirit.

As he was moving around, there was a sudden electric noise in the headset, and a new security guard's panicked voice came from it, "Master Beichuan, I saw it! That figure is near the utility room on the far right of the third floor!" "

The other party's voice was a bit loud and faintly broken. Beichuan Temple almost didn't take out the headset and threw it to the ground.

"Got it."

Beichuan Temple responded briefly and rushed to the utility room on the third floor.

Kagura bell made a jingle.

"Now I'm going to the second floor! He can actually go through the wall!"

The voice of the security guard screamed in horror.

Beichuan Temple stopped at the foot and jumped down with the handrail of the stairs.

His swift footsteps sounded like urging drums, and the shovel wraith seemed to have noticed this, and desperately changed positions and ran away.

This feeling is as if the resentful spirit is hiding from the living, and it seems a bit inverted.

"Now go to the first floor!!!"

"Be quiet." Beichuan Temple reminded it while running.

Uh

The security guard in the monitoring room coughed embarrassedly, "Well, that, Master Beichuan, it's going out of the building."

"Really?" Beichuan Temple replied, his feet staggered, and the whole person rushed to the window on the other side. After raising his hand to open the window, he jumped directly from the second floor.

The security guard staying in the monitoring room also saw this scene, as if he had seen a ghost, suddenly he couldn't even speak.

At first he saw the appearance of a high school student like Beichuan Temple, and he had a face of disdain. He thought that his colleague yesterday was just making excuses for his fainting and negligence, but now it seems

Beichuan Temple had no time to take care of a security guard's thoughts. At the moment he landed, he held his palm on the ground and rushed directly to the gate after unloading his strength.

In the sight of Beichuan Temple, a black figure squeezed out from the crack of the door, quickly forming a human form.

His head turned one hundred and eighty degrees again, watching Beichuan Temple let out a bitter and bitter scream, and then

Fleeing madly in the direction of the office building.

This behavior is tantamount to shouting the loudest slogans and doing the most intimidating things.

But Beichuan Temple didn't care.

Under the supervision of the monitor, Beichuan Temple sneered and said in a gloomy tone

"Where else can you go?"

Gurgle

Seeing Beichuan Temple's hideous appearance like a murderer, the monitor leaned against the back of the chair, his throat squirming with difficulty.

This is terrible too!

What's the matter with this person? !

He was trembling all over, for fear that Beichuan Temple would get rid of the resentful spirit and come and kill all the doctors and nurses in the entire hospital.

"It turns out that the guy who was frightened yesterday was all true. This person is absolutely abnormal. Why is he not normal?"

The monitor muttered to himself in fear.

On the screen, Beichuan Temple carried an engineer's shovel at a speed no weaker than that of the black shadow, and chased it at a dull and crazy pace.

He also wanted to zoom in on the next monitoring, but found that there was no monitor installed on the office building, so he had to give up.

On the other side, Beichuan Temple hung behind the black black shadow in three steps.

One person and one ghost soon came to the door of the office building.

Just when Beichuan Temple wanted to rush up, a young man suddenly appeared at the door of the office building.

"Master Beichuan?!" Suzuki Wen, who had just finished dealing with the affairs, looked at the rushing Beichuan Temple in surprise, and then

His pupils shrank, and he clearly discovered Kawakami Narumi, whose appearance was terrifying to the limit.

The white doctor's clothes on Narumi Kawakami's body were torn and ragged, his clothes were covered with black blood, his neck was twisted 180 degrees, and only the whites of the eyes could be seen in his eyes.

Narumi Kawakami rushed over when he saw Suzuki Fumi, the distance between the two quickly narrowed, and under Suzuki Fumi's horrified gaze, his twisted shovel raised high.

Bang! ! ! !

The black and gory liquid is splashing!

Fumio Suzuki sat down on the ground, opened his mouth, and watched the sharp triangular tip of the engineer's shovel violently pierce the back of Narumi Kawakami's head, and then smoothly split his head and neck in half, exposing it. Disgusting thing mixed with dark yellow and white and black inside.

The violence is extreme, but there is an indescribable beauty.

The spirit body is scattered!

Fumio Suzuki foolishly could only sit in the same place and utter the ‘ahhh’ tone.

"Is it all right? Dean Suzuki?" Beichuan Temple retracted the engineer's shovel and asked, turning his head.

Under the cold gaze of Beichuan Temple, Fumio Suzuki seemed to react.

He reluctantly stood up from the ground with weak legs, and asked in a weak voice, "No, is it all right? Master Beichuan?"

Beichuan Temple inserted a shovel into the ground and answered flatly, "As you can see."

Hearing these words, Suzuki Fumi breathed a sigh of relief as if he was relieved. He stroked his frightened chest and reluctantly stood up from the ground. "This, this time is a trouble for Master Beichuan."

"I'll contact someone to call you when you report and pay."

He was so frightened that his feet were so soft that he had no strength at all.

"For the payment, let me take you to the main building of the hospital." Beichuan Temple picked up the engineer shovel and said.

"Then trouble Master Beichuan."

Suzuki Fumuri did not try to behave, he paled and nodded, and walked down the road to the main building of the hospital.

He said a lot of thanks to Beichuan Temple along the way, and his complexion gradually recovered.

It should be said that he is indeed the person in charge of a hospital, and his psychological control ability is also incomparable to ordinary people.

The two came to his office in the main building of the hospital. Fumi Suzuki put all the money into his account in front of Beichuan Temple, and then thanked him again and again to send Beichuan Temple back to the ward to rest.

Things seem to come to an end.

Beichuan Temple lay in bed and fell asleep, everything seemed to be calm again.

Next, when dawn breaks tomorrow, Beichuan Temple will return to Tokyo.

At three o'clock in the morning, no one saw it,

Under the monitor screen in the Beichuan Temple ward, a shadow slowly flicked out of the window

The night is still long.

This is the height of the fourth floor.

The palm of Beichuan Temple was placed on the platform outside the building. With a flick of his wrist, the whole person climbed the window edge to the outside of the air conditioner. Then he moved his feet and hooked his feet on the iron bars extending from the outside of the air conditioner. On the window edge of the third floor, he immediately turned upside down and fell, and he came to the third floor silently.

Rao is the second mental hospital in Ibaraki Prefecture, no matter how rich it is, it is impossible to arrange surveillance cameras to observe the outer walls of the hospital.

Coupled with the observation of Beichuan Temple in the past two days, he knew all the blind spots of surveillance cameras everywhere.

"I hope poor can pretend to be longer."

Poor Nishikujo used kind thoughts to prop up his body shape and cover it with a quilt. Generally speaking, surveillance cameras would not be able to see it.

Beichuan Temple jumped directly from the second floor, and after the body movement quietly resolved the falling force, Beichuan Temple pinched the engineer shovel in his hand.

The night breeze is refreshing, and the wind with a little heat in early spring is taken away by the fir trees planted around the hospital, turning into a cold wind, and blowing on people.

Beichuan Temple was observing the surroundings, moving his feet towards the direction of the office building.

Because of the need to keep quiet, Beichuan Temple did not use all its strength.

But compared to the average person, this speed is also very fast.

It takes three minutes to get to the office building from here, plus bypassing the security and surveillance cameras, Beichuan Temple took about seven minutes to reach the destination.

Under the boundless moonlight, the office building stood tall with a hideous outline.

Death rose from the pupils of Beichuan Temple and touched it.

On the first floor is the reception hall, with a staircase on the left and right sides, and an elevator facing the entrance of the hall.

Beichuan Temple came to the bottom of the stairs on the right hand side according to the soul thoughts floating in the air.

This stairwell is different from the stairwell on the left, with some sundries placed.

Beichuan Temple touched piles of corrugated boxes

No dust.

The spirit of Beichuan Temple was lifted, and the corrugated box was moved aside, and the flashlight shot a vertical light.

Under the vertical light, Beichuan Temple finally saw the hidden secret door.

The secret door is the same marble slab as the floor.

It really is here.

Beichuan Temple's eyes flashed.

He reached out to touch the handle hidden in the innermost corner.

Click

Click

Can't open.

The wrist of Beichuan Temple was turned over, and under the vertical light, the embedded lock beside the handle was seen.

He folded the engineer's shovel, his wrist trembling lightly, and he slid into the palm of his hand.

Several cold lights flashed in the air, and the cover shattered, revealing a spacious entrance.

No wonder the stairs on the right are four steps higher than on the left.

It turned out to be to make room for the dark tunnels here.

Under the sight of Beichuan Temple, the staircase spiraled downward, as if it was invisible to the bottom.

Beichuan Temple will be put away and walked into it with a flashlight.

After walking for about two minutes, Beichuan Temple smelled the potion.

As a medical student, he knows exactly what this potion is.

"Formalin."

The further down you go, the heavier the smell of formalin, and at the same time there is a smell of corpse that can't be covered up.

Finally, Beichuan Temple walked to the bottom, he stood firm and fumbled for the switch of the incandescent lamp in the basement.

With a click, everything in the hidden basement was shown in front of him.

Facing Beichuan Temple was a blood-stained dissection table with simple restraint tools on it, and on the other side was a sink. The sink seemed to have not been cleaned for a long time, and it was covered with hair and black blood stains.

Adjacent to the sink is one or two shelves, and bottles and cans are placed on the shelves.

The yellowed organs and other human body parts are immersed in those bottles.

For example, severed hand, head, internal organs, eyeballs, intestines (please, let me review it.)

They were placed on the shelf quietly, without movement.

Beichuan Temple glanced across the room calmly, and walked forward.

On the dissection table, there is a male corpse.

The head of the male corpse was smashed, and he was wearing a doctor's clothing and black glasses, his tongue spit out, his eyes staring at the incandescent lamp blankly.

"Kawakami Narumi."

Beichuan Temple looked at the deadly corpse and shook his head.

Everything is as he expected.

Thinking about it this way, it would be the right choice to not eat the meat here.

Beichuan Temple moved again and came to the water of the Formalin Pool deep on the left.

On the Formalin Pool, there were several bluish-white corpses hung with ferocious iron hooks, all of which had defects on their bodies.

Either the head is empty, the abdomen is empty, or the arms and legs are missing.

This place is like the most tragic slaughterhouse in the world, which makes people shudder just by looking at it.

But Beichuan Temple's mood did not fluctuate much. He groaned and came to the formalin pool.

Next to the formalin pool, you can still see some blood-stained blue and white strips of patient clothing.

Beichuan Temple’s complexion remained unchanged, he took the iron hook placed on one side, and took out a corpse from the water in the formalin pool.

"Sure enough, the missing patient a"

Looking at the face of the other person not much different from the photo, Beichuan Temple put the other person down again.

Everything is exactly as he expected.

This is the secret hidden in this mental hospital.

Blood, tyranny, evil, horror

Although this society is dirty and unclean, it is similar to this kind of place, with the conscience of a human being, Beichuan Temple hopes that there will be less.

But then the problem came again.

Beichuan Temple's eyes turned coldly to the direction of the basement entrance.

"After watching the movie for so long, I should have come out? Dean Suzuki."

He stared in the direction of the basement for a long time, and then someone chuckled.

"As expected of Master Beichuan, he is much better than I thought."

Suzuki Fumi slowly walked down from the entrance, wearing white clothes that symbolized the healer, his eyes were calm and soft, and the good guy still had a smile on his face.

As said at the beginning.

Suzuki Fumi has a good face.

He has a kind face and a sunny appearance, and he feels like a good person.

In addition, he is young and rich. Whether it is academic or seniority, he should be regarded as the dream lover of many girls.

But that's just such a person

But Beichuan Temple has always been emotionally upset with Gujingbubo's face.

Beichuan Temple shook his head slowly, black anger flashed in his eyes.

But the more so, the voice of Beichuan Temple became calmer

"You don't deserve this dress, Mr. Suzuki."