This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

"And me! I also want to tell strange stories! I also want to tell horror stories!" Seeing that everyone has finished telling, and only oneself is left, Beichuan Eri jumped up immediately, her face full of expression, and wanted to pretend to be It's like telling a story.

But before she stood firm, she was shot on her head by Beichuan Temple.

She lifted her head subconsciously and just met the eyes of Shang Beichuan Temple.

Beichuan Temple said indifferently: "I want to tell you a strange story alone."

As he said, he pointed to the stove on the other side, his face slightly darkened: "The rice is stale."

Late at night.

The mountain breeze whizzed past the bottom of the mountain stream, making a sharp "shoo" and "shoo" sound.

The girls were all driven to sleep by Beichuan Temple, but he was still busy.

He is responsible for packing dishes, iron picks, and barbecue racks.

After finishing all these things, Beichuan Temple stretched out.

But he still didn't sleep.

After finishing packing things, Beichuan Temple moved to the side of the unique cabin of the camper.

He reached out and knocked on the door: "I'm here."

The door opened, and it was the old man standing at the door that the other girls saw at noon.

Because the old man seemed to know something, Sakurai Saaki also told the information to Kitagawa Temple who came back with Kamiya Miku and Kitagawa Eri.

Beichuan Temple agreed with the old man that he would come over to ask some things in the evening.

The old man was obviously also surprised that Beichuan Temple was able to come back, so he nodded and agreed.

The old man's name is Jingongmu and he is the camping manager in this area. After all, people often play here in this area. Some combustibles left behind can easily cause wildfires. It is normal to set up a camping manager.

Here he takes his salary, and sells some dry firewood and charcoal to those who come to camp. Life is not too sad.

But the old man was too old, the spots of old age and the coughing coughing from time to time made people doubt his mobility.

"Come in, young man." Jingong Mu gave way, and when Beichuan Temple entered the wooden house, he slowly walked to the old man's chair and sat down.

After he sat down, without waiting for Beichuan Temple to speak, he slowly asked: "Young man, you should have already entered that foreign mansion, right?"

With that, the dim old eyes of the Jingong Twilight barely widened, seeming to want to see the current situation of Beichuan Temple.

"I did go in, it should be the Rain Museum you mentioned, Mr. Jingu."

"Rain Museum is really an unforgettable word."

Jingu Mu sighed.

His local accent is very heavy, unlike the standard Japanese language, it is also far from the Kansai accent.

Moreover, when Jingongmu spoke, there was an unclear tone at the end of the sentence. It is estimated that it was his native accent at that time. Even Beichuan Temple had to be very energetic to barely understand the content.

Moreover, the tone of the other party is not the tone that is particularly missed, but more like the "Rain House" has left him some unbearable memories.

Amanokan Amanokan

"That's a very conspicuous mansion shrouded in heavy rain," Jingong Mu said with a sigh, and at the same time asked: "Young man, did you enter the Mansion of Rain today? Or the two girls are just Simply taking the wrong path?"

"After I entered the Hall of Rain, I brought them out."

Jingu Mu heard this, and his eyes opened at once. He looked at Beichuan Temple, and while watching, he muttered: "Enter the Hall of Rain? Shouldn't this be the place of the mansion? "

He sighed as he spoke, and the muddy old tears also flowed down unconsciously.

Beichuan Temple sat on the side and waited for him for a long time, before he managed to calm down and replied: "Sorry, I suddenly thought of some old things."

As he said, he coughed a few times again, making people wonder if he would cough up all his liver.

Beichuan Temple asked: "Mr. Jingu, I would like to ask some questions about Rain Museum, can you answer me if it is convenient?"

This old man must be closely related to the religious building. If he can get his help, then going to the Museum of Rain will save a lot of trouble.

Jingong Mu didn't hide it, after all, it was a long time ago. He remembered it for a long time before he spoke:

"That mansion was previously established as a religious welfare and relief institution, but in practical terms it is now an orphanage."

In the memories of Jingu Mu, he slowly revealed what happened before in the rain hall.

Yuzhiguan, that is an orphanage in the suburbs of the mountain forest that did not know when it was established, is mainly used to house and raise children who have lost their parents.

Similarly, there is also a religious orphanage that promotes the Christian faith.

Jingu Mu is eighty-three years old this year, and he is in his old age.

When he entered the Hall of Rain, he was only nine years old.

"There are food, warm clothes, companions of the same age, every day there will be a special teacher to teach you to read and read, except for the daily morning prayer and Sunday worship, it is like heaven."

"In fact, I thought so at the time."

"The Hall of Rain may be heaven."

A child who was less than nine years old was sent to the welfare orphanage under various excuses from relatives.

He has already tasted the warmth and coldness of humanity, how can he not sink into such a wonderful place?

But things are far from as simple as they seem.

The amiable welfare dean and teachers, what kind of people are they?

"During a major cleaning, I accidentally found a room similar to a bathroom in the room"

Jingu Mu took a deep breath.

Seeing him like this, Beichuan Temple hurriedly told him not to get too excited.

When his mood calmed down completely, the old man squeezed the wrinkles on his face together, and continued speaking with difficulty.

The floor is a checkered floor.

There is a big bathtub in the middle.

Directly facing the bathtub, there is a crucifix erected.

"The bathtub is full of black blood, and there are dozens of corpses hanging from the ceiling."

"Whether it is a girl or a boy, they are like livestock, hooked into their mouths or eye sockets through blood-stained iron hooks, hanging like this. It's like meat in a slaughterhouse."

Beichuan Temple's expression changed slightly.

I thought it was an ordinary spiritual realm, but I didn't expect that this kind of thing would happen in it.

Jingu Mu continued talking down again.

In the early years, he had been treated coldly by his relatives and his mind was much more mature than ordinary children.

He gritted his teeth and made no sound, but at that moment, he had already decided to leave the Pavilion of Rain.

Stay in the rain hall and be killed one day.

From that day on, he began to deliberately test some of his peers, to see if anyone knew about the bathroom.

After such a trial, he really found some other partners.

Two boys and one girl.

"Jiuyuan, Xuezhu, and Changchuan are the partners I found. We agreed to escape from the rain hall together, and then report to the local police department. After all, there are so many dead bodies, no matter how they are hidden, there should be no way to hide them. of."

"And after our long-term observation. The disappearance of a child always happens after it rains."

"After that, there will be children filling the empty room. The dean will also tell us at this time that they have found a home for those children to adopt them, so we don't have to worry about it."

That's right, Rain Museum will make excuses for the disappeared children every other time.

Some children have been transferred to other orphanages, while others have found families who are willing to adopt them.

But who knows? Those children all turned into corpses one after another, lying in a certain room.

But the rainy weather is also an opportunity for Jingu Mu.

First of all, as soon as it rains, the dean and them will definitely work on a certain child, and there will definitely be free manpower arrangements. They can find that free time and escape from that place.

Similarly, the sound of rain can also conceal the movement of them leaving the rain hall. The people in the orphanage are not easy to search and put them in a safer situation.

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"What we didn't expect was that in the escape operation that day, the child who had been selected in advance was Changchuan." Jingu Mu's breathing began to swift again.

He muttered to himself: "After discovering that Changchuan, me, Xuezhu, and the long-distance disappeared, the dean sent people to search for it."

"What happens after that?" Looking at Jingong Mu's appearance, Beichuan Temple probably guessed the development behind the matter: "Is it the only one who escaped?"

"Well, Changchuan, Xuezhu, and Jiuyuan, they all stayed in the Yuzhiguan forever. After that, the Yuzhiguan was burnt inexplicably because of a fire." Jingongmu shook his head and sighed, "Poor. Ah, the museum of rain is pitiful"

After sighing, Jingu Mu continued to speak.

He thought that the matter was over, he chose to live here as a camping area administrator.

One is to mourn the children who died, and the other is to stay here and disappear with the Museum of Rain.

"But the accident happened, and the legend of the Rain Museum has not disappeared." Beichuan Temple looked at Jingong Mu.

He should have known about this.

Jingu Twilight nodded: "Whenever it rains heavily in this area, the Rain Museum will appear in the original place. And there, the mansion of the foreign mansion will quietly wait for those who break into it, and there will be others afterwards. Several incidents of missing campers occurred."

"I don't know a few points. I hope that Mr. Jingu can help me." Beichuan Temple is not cold with this kind of strange talk. He politely said hello and then continued: "I I want to know why the dean of the Yuzhikan wants to torture and kill the children, and Mr. Jingu said just now that the dean has an accomplice to do this kind of thing, but it is very risky."

"Why do they take the risk?" Beichuan Temple asked softly.

Yes it is.

Beichuan Temple has not yet figured out the dean and their criminal motives, the only thing they know is their behavior of torturing and killing children.

Pay attention to an interest relationship in everything.

Beichuan Temple does not think that the dean is a group of psychopaths, and it is ridiculous to take the pleasure of killing children.

This time Jingongmu shook his head. He didn't understand it so deeply at all: "I don't know that I don't know at all. In fact, at that time, I was full of escaping, and I didn't care about their motives at all."

After all, Jingongmu was just a child at that time, and it was already very good to be able to escape. Is there such a great magical power to examine the dean and their ideas?

Beichuan Temple can only accept this answer.

After all, Jingu Mu was just a child at that time.

It was eleven o'clock in the evening when I came out of the shrine.

The harsh mountain wind blew on his face, taking away the body temperature from Beichuan Temple.

In this camping area where people come and go, who can imagine that there have been cases of child abuse and killing in the orphanage in the past?

"The Hall of Rain" Beichuan Temple chanted the name, only feeling that the surrounding cold seemed to be thicker.

The dean and their motives for the killing are unclear, and it is also unclear whether the Rain Museum can only be entered when it rains.

There are many things to investigate.

Sure enough, the simplest method of investigation is to enter the spiritual realm of the Hall of Rain and look for clues back then?

Beichuan Temple walked to the side of the tent, and before he had time to get into his small tent, the tent on one side shuddered, and a small head emerged from it.

Kamiya future.

"I quarreled you?" Beichuan Temple looked at Kamiya Miku like this, and asked.

"No, it's just that there are a lot of things I met today, and I can't sleep for the time being." Kamiya Mirai struggled out of his sleeping bag and put on shoes and stood next to Beichuan Temple; "I'm not like sister Eri, but she fell asleep early. ."

She is big-hearted, but not so big that she can sleep soundly at night after experiencing a life-and-death crisis at noon.

Beichuan Eri was able to fall asleep because she did not encounter any danger herself, and all the dangers were attracted by Kamiya Miku.

"About the mansion of the foreign mansion, did Mr. Temple go to ask the grandfather?" Kamiya Miku tilted his head suspiciously.

Beichuan Temple nodded: "Ask some."

Then the two of them sat beside the tent, and Beichuan Temple began to tell the story told by Jingu Mu.

The storytelling ability of Beichuan Temple is far less than Jingu Mu, he will only use words that are too simple to shorten one thing and then shorten it to a certain extent to tell the future of Kamiya.

But Kamiya Miku likes this style very much.

She listened with gusto, and asked some questions from time to time, which was considered to be complementary to Beichuan Temple.

"When I saw so many children resentful spirits in the Hall of Rain, I actually felt something was wrong, but I never thought that something like this would happen."

After Kamiya Miku listened, he let out a sigh of relief.

Cruel, evil, cold

No matter what derogatory terms are used to describe the perpetrators and accomplices, there will be no sense of contradiction.

A bathtub filled with children's blood, a crucifix with hollowed out eye sockets

"It's almost as if some kind of cult ritual is being held."

Kamiya Future shakes his head and said.

"Maybe."

Beichuan Temple is neither denying nor certain.

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