This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

Suzuki Fumiya is the leader of this series of events, and besides him, it is impossible to be anyone else.

After all, the other party is the dean of this hospital, no matter what, it is impossible for him to get rid of the suspicion.

"Oh? Not worthy of this dress?" Suzuki Fumi looked confident and calm, and he smiled: "I am the dean of this mental hospital, do you know what I mean?"

Beichuan Temple glanced at him, but did not answer his words.

As the dean of a mental hospital, he is the person with the biggest mental problem. This is the most terrifying thing.

With a smile on his face, Fumi Suzuki took off the jar with eyeballs on the shelf beside him, unscrew the bottle cap, and indifferently took out a glass wine glass from the bottom of the shelf.

He lifted the jar, poured the yellowed liquid into the glass, and then shook the glass in his hand:

Under the gaze of Beichuan Temple, Fumio Suzuki took a sip, his eyebrows stretched out, and he praised:

"Sure enough, the white wine tastes good after processing."

Then he raised his head: "Mage Beichuan, you did help me deal with a big problem. I didn't expect that the guy Narumi would be so difficult even after death."

Fumio Suzuki placed the glass next to Narumi Kawakami’s corpse, tightening the lid of the jar, and said, “As you can see now, this is my father. The actual person in charge of the Suzuki Group started the construction of this mental hospital. The basement that exists, I also found this place by accident after inheriting this hospital."

He turned his gaze to Beichuan Temple, and his voice was gentle like an old friend: "I still don't understand how you discovered this place, Master Beichuan, but it doesn't matter."

"I think Master Beichuan should be very strange, why, as one of the next heirs of the Suzuki Group, would I do such a thing?"

Suzuki Fumi picked up the glass again and took a sip of the yellowed liquid: "I will explain it to you, and likewise, I sincerely invite you to join me."

He ignored Beichuan Temple’s cold gaze and spoke word by word:

"I believe that Master Beichuan who has found this place should have investigated me as well. Although the inheritance method of the Suzuki Pharmaceutical Group is trivial, most of them are like the external media said. My sister and I were assigned to two. Locally, the priority of the heirs and the inheritance of the family property are judged based on the business status."

"Really." Beichuan Temple responded flatly.

Suzuki Fumi said with a generous face: "The so-called business situation, including the discharge rate and finances, is very complicated, so I won't explain it too much."

"In fact, I didn't do these things for organ reselling such boring things, and Suzuki Medicine is not bad for the money."

He also wanted to say that Beichuan Temple had already interrupted his performance, and his face was cold and said:

"For the discharge rate of patients and the good reputation of the second mental hospital in Ibaraki Prefecture."

Suzuki Wen showed a touch of surprise, obviously he did not expect Beichuan Temple to guess this step:

"Sure enough, Master Beichuan guessed it. Yes, it is because the time to decide the order of inheritance is approaching, so I have to do this kind of thing."

Beichuan Temple didn't care about his **** remarks, but just said all the guesses in his heart:

"Accepting homeless people who are mentally abnormal is to gain a good reputation in all walks of life. At the same time, we will specifically select some patients who have no family members and relatives to start with, claiming that they have been discharged from the hospital and regained a new life, and whitewashing their achievements since taking office In fact, they are sent here to solve them."

Fumi Suzuki smiled and nodded, agreeing with Kitagawa Temple's statement.

In fact, there are already a lot of clues, just a little bit of attention can be noticed.

Beichuan Temple has never been a careless person, so he could understand some obvious hints, and he continued without thinking: "And all the homeless mental patients who have no relatives in the outside world and cannot contact the outside world are concentrated by you on the first floor and the second floor. The area of ​​the building, so it is easy to transport to this place."

"The patient, Ino, is the homeless man you have recently taken in. He is a typical homeless man who has no relatives in the outside world. He is also within your processing range. The reason why he said,'I don't know, you didn't see anything clearly. I don’t want to take medicine, I don’t want to inject.' This sentence is not because he saw the undead of Narumi Kawakami, but because he saw you or someone else taking the patient away at night."

Beichuan Temple gave a sarcastic expression: "But what? He is just a mental patient. Normal people will not believe what he says. And he will be'processed' soon, so you don't want to be the Dean Suzuki. care."

Suzuki Fumuri smiled with his palms, his eyes looked appreciative: "As expected, Master Beichuan, I am more and more optimistic about you."

Beichuan Temple was unmoved, and the sentence went on clearly:

"What Ms. Ishiki said also made me care."

"Oh? Is it because of the out-of-tune lyrics that she chanted all day long?" Suzuki Wen blinked.

Beichuan Temple raised a finger: "The statue of Janus is carved on the gate of heaven."

"Doctors are called white angels, this heaven can refer to the hospital, and the statue of Janus"

Before Beichuan Temple finished speaking, Suzuki said in a very cooperative manner: "The statue of Janus refers to that he is the oldest **** of heaven in Roman mythology. His head has two sides. The face of the old man facing forward is facing the future, backward. The face of youth faces the past."

Beichuanji just glanced at him, but ignored him, which made Suzuki Wen feel a little embarrassed to cooperate very well.

Beichuan Temple said on his own: "Whenever dawns, Janus will open the gate of the heavenly palace and let the day shine on the earth; in the evening, he will close the gate and let the night fall on the earth. This also implies that."

"The statue of Janus can also refer to the duality of things, and the opposite of heaven is hell."

Beichuan Temple raised his finger and pointed to the ground: "That is underground."

Suzuki Fumi was silent.

Inexplicably, he began to get frustrated with Beichuan Temple's inference.

"In the final analysis, this is all speculation, and it's not a piece of evidence. Next is the third patient, and she is also the one who made me really concerned about this mental hospital."

"Nanami Kona?" Suzuki Fumi's voice pulled, his eyes lowered: "I don't remember letting that little ancestor see these scenes."

Nanami Kona is the bridge between him and Nanami-chan, and it is impossible for him to let Nanami Kona see these things.

Beichuan Temple smiled sullenly: "You don't know these are of course, because Mr. Suzuki, you have never been in contact with death, nor have you seen death in the eyes."

"The eyes of death?" The pensive Suzuki Wen raised his head.

Kitagawa Temple took out a small piece of paper from his pocket, opened it slowly, and showed it to Fumi Suzuki.

There are only children's slanted writing on the clean small pieces of paper.

'help me. ’

"Nanami Kona has never suffered from visions or auditory hallucinations." Beichuan Temple's tone was flat.

“The kidnapping case caused her mother to die in front of her some time ago. Taking this incident as an opportunity, Nanami gained abilities that ordinary people can’t understand. She often sees ghosts and ghosts, but adults don’t know what she’s talking about and judge her. Because of the auditory hallucinations, she was sent to the Second Mental Hospital for treatment."

"What do you mean?" Suzuki Fumi's face moved, obviously thinking of something.

It's impossible

"Kawakami Narumi is not a resentful spirit."

Beichuan Temple folded the note and put it in his pocket again.

From this little note, he saw a little girl's longing for life.

Living in this perverted environment, she was exhausted.

For this reason, she pretended to be crazy and stupid, and threw herself into the arms of Beichuan Temple.

Beichuan Temple could also understand her meaning in time, reacted, put the note into the bottom of the sleeve, and made a performance.

Acting only, don't think that facial paralysis will not work.

"The reason why Kawakami Narumi appeared in Nanami's room was to tell her the truth of the matter, because he was the chief doctor of Nanami's. He also knew that Nanami's importance to you would be no political representative of Nanami. Support, your position in the battle for the masters"

Suzuki snorted coldly, his expression a little ugly.

If that happens, his position in the group will be extremely degraded, and supporters are expected to turn back one after another.

Beichuan Temple stretched out a finger again.

He was originally disdainful of using words to hit anyone, but Suzuki's approach has made him feel deeply disgusted, and Kitagawa Temple has never spared such acts of stabbing a knife in the mouth of people.

"If the above are all guesses, then it's time to verify."

He pointed to the basement entrance.

Under Fumio Suzuki's unbelievable gaze, a doll that looked like a living creature staggered over the entrance of the basement.

Muppet?

Can walk?

A walking puppet?

Suzuki Fumi's eyes widened.

But before he had time to react, this hideous puppet jumped up and kicked him on the bridge of his nose.

With a click, Wen Suzuki let out a painful cry, blood gushing out.

With this kicking force, the puppet flew in the air for a while, then stood on the shoulders of Beichuan Temple, grinning at him.

"That's why you never think of it."

The voice of Beichuan Temple became more and more indifferent.

There are still dead in the world.

These deceased are good or bad, and the bad ones are regarded as resentful spirits. For the evil ones, Beichuan Temple will naturally solve them.

And kind spirit bodies, like Poor Nishikujo and Asamiya Eternal, will follow Beichuan Temple to help him.

These things, Suzuki Wen, who wantonly played with the dead body, was absolutely unexpected.

Suzuki Fumuri covered his nose and stood up. His voice did not change much: "Mage Beichuan, do you mean that I will expose it entirely because of the illusory concept of "dead"?"

As he said, he couldn't help laughing: "Hahaha, that's it, that's it, that's why Master Beichuan can find this place."

Beichuan Temple was expressionless.

After all, he is just an ordinary person. As for the mental illness, of course he didn't believe it at the first time. If Nanami hadn't handed this note to herself, Kitagawa Temple would not have paid too much attention to Ino and Ishiki's tip.

Yes, just because they are mental patients, nothing more.

While he was thinking about it, Fumi Suzuki shook the blood in his hand, and even reluctantly invited:

"Then I want to ask Master Beichuan again, would you like to join me? In order to prevent this kind of supernatural incident from happening again, I need your help."

Ok?

Beichuan Temple frowned, wondering if this person's head was rotten, and why he was still thinking about such unrealistic things.

"There is nothing in the world that cannot be solved with capital, Master Beichuan."

As if perceiving the emotions in Beichuan Temple’s eyes, Suzuki Fumi said with a smile: “Master Beichuan doesn’t really need to be sad. Here are just tramps with abnormal mentalities. They are the dregs of society, maggots, and you can bear it no matter where you go. Starving, at least I let them experience the feeling of being full and warm in their limited lives."

"As long as you are willing to help, after this matter is over, I can allocate some of the lucrative industries under the Suzuki Pharmaceutical Group to you. If Master Beichuan wants to do good deeds, I can also allocate a lot of money to Master Beichuan now, think about it Look, with that money, can't you also help many people? Children who are displaced, people who have lost everything because of natural disasters."

"How is it? Master Beichuan, if you think about it, this is a good deal."

Suzuki Fumi has a gentle look and a sonorous voice: "All of this is happening underground, so let it be buried underground as it should be. I can help you do any good deeds, as long as you are willing to help me, no matter how much money, I You can take it out."

Under Suzuki's gaze, all the cold expressions of Kitagawa Temple converged.

He looked at Suzuki Fumi, without any consideration, and spoke simply and smoothly.

"I am not a Virgin, but I have a bottom line."

It is true that Beichuan Temple will not be the Virgin Mary from now on, because there are too many troubles and unfortunate things in this world. He cannot take care of them all, and it is impossible to be compassionate all day long, which is unrealistic.

The kind person like Suzuki Wen said is not Beichuan Temple at all.

Beichuan Temple also has selfish desires, because it is a person who has selfish desires, and it is too tiring to live like Suzuki Wen said.

But since he has selfish desires, why should he take care of the nosy affairs of this hospital?

Wouldn't it be better to just take the money and leave?

The reason is also very simple. Beichuan Temple has its own bottom line of being a human being.

The bottom line restrains selfish desires, so human beings are intelligent.

Beichuan Temple likes this sentence very much.

And Suzuki's current behavior is undoubtedly challenging his bottom line.

Suzuki Wen could only sigh after hearing the obvious rejection, and said with regret:

"That's a shame."

As soon as this sentence fell, it seemed to be a signal.

Beichuan Temple immediately felt something cold behind his head.

"Don't move, Master Beichuan, if you accidentally make a hole in your head, it won't be good."

Last Yuexiang's cold voice came from behind.

She has a cold face, holding a swarthy pistol in her hand

It is clinging to the back of Beichuan Temple.