This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

The reaction of ordinary people to the terrifying monsters is not clear to God Zumi Maki.

After all, she is not an ordinary person.

But even if it is not an ordinary person, Shen Zhu Maki clearly knows that it is impossible for an ordinary person to hold a slightly sharper steel pipe and rush up to ride a monster with a face.

It's not common sense to think about it.

But Beichuan Temple is different.

God Zhu Maki watched Beichuan Temple raised a steel pipe and smashed the monster's flesh and blood, swallowed a little, and took two steps back.

The entire battle went smoothly unexpectedly.

Beichuan Temple took the steel pipe in his hand as if playing tricks, pierced the squirming flesh into several huge holes, and then took the bag containing the angel painting book and slammed it on the other side's image. It's where the head is.

Repeating this process for about three or four minutes, the monster lay down softly.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

But Beichuan Temple was still smashing the opponent blankly.

"Beichuan" God in Makie screamed in a low voice.

"Huh?" Beichuan Temple turned his head icyly to look at God Zhu Makie.

Bright red blood dripped from his face with minced meat, and his cold eyes looked directly at him as if he could kill.

Even though God Zhu Maki is now in a phantom state, she is still trembling with fear, and she doesn't even dare to say anything.

"Let's go."

Beichuan Temple didn’t care about the frightened expression on the face of God Zhu Maki. He reached out and wiped the blood and minced meat on his face, and found that his body was also stained with bright red blood. Even the poor Nishikujo was stained with blood. I didn't bother to repeat this meaningless action again and walked towards the rooftop.

The door to the rooftop was locked tightly.

Beichuan Temple took out the crowbar from behind, and with a little bit of effort, opened the iron door of the rooftop.

Huhuhu

There was a gale roaring above the roof.

Unlike the scenery underneath, which looked like pieces of purgatory meat, the ground of the rooftop was extremely clean, and there was nothing to see.

Except for the girl lying on the ground quietly in the distance.

This girl is wearing the uniform of Sacred Heart Girls' Middle School, but she is not Yuko Shanhara.

And her hair

Unlike ordinary people, the other person's hair is white.

White hair, white eyebrows

white?

Is it possible?

An idea flashed in Beichuan Temple's mind, and he simply walked to the other side.

The girl is still breathing, as if she was in a coma.

In this regard, the method adopted by Beichuan Temple is also very simple.

He stretched out his hand expressionlessly and patted the opponent's face, making a sound of slaps: "Wake up, you wake up."

From the perspective of God Zhu Maki, Beichuan Temple's current actions are actually like slapping this girl.

As if to perceive God's gaze, Beichuan Temple turned her face and glanced at her and said, "I'm waking her up."

"Ha ha ha ha" God Zhu Maki smiled and did not dare to answer.

Just now Beichuan Temple looked like a murderer, so that the female ghost who had just seen the other side of Beichuan Temple still had lingering fears.

It was obvious that she was the spirit, but she was taken aback by the living in Beichuan Temple.

What kind of thing is this?

While she was thinking about it, Poor Nishikujo showed her a gesture of don't care.

She stayed by Beichuan Temple for so long, what girl hasn't seen?

There is something more exaggerated than the reaction of Godsumi Makie.

While she was interacting with Kamizumi Makie, the girl who had been quiet finally woke up: "This is me"

She glanced around in confusion, and then found Beichuan Temple with minced meat on her face.

then

The girl's complexion didn't change, and she fainted again.

"Huh????" Beichuan Temple made a strange sound and glanced behind him at the same time.

There is no one behind him, and there is no monster in sight.

Then there is only one answer.

"God, stay away and scare her." Beichuan Temple calmly pulled the gods away from Makie.

That unhesitating look made Kamizumi Maki's face bewildered.

"?????" God in Makie.

Is this to blame me?

She was so angry that she almost exploded in place.

But in the end, he floated a long way obediently under Beichuan Temple's gaze.

This time Beichuan Temple began to wake up the girls again.

The white-haired girl woke up again, the face in front of her was still full of blood and meat

thump!

She could feel her little heart tighten all at once.

But this time she stubbornly withstood the pressure and looked away.

Seeing this girl had woken up, Beichuan Temple also stood up and asked, "Can you stand up?"

"The girl didn't reply, just nodded.

"What's your name?" Beichuan Temple asked.

"" The girl still didn't reply, just took a black oil pen from the skirt pocket and wrote a name on the ground.

'good. ’

good?

Beichuan Temple's expression remained unchanged, but in fact he remembered the information he had found in Shanyuan Yuzi's mother's diary.

Is it good to be good?

The other party did not speak, maybe

Beichuan Temple was silent for a long time, and then asked: "Why are you here? What do you want to do here?"

""The girl named Liang hesitated for a while, and wrote a string of characters on the ground:

‘The door has been opened, the sinful reverse pentagram will turn everything upside down, and Ulysses will sail to **** at the bottom of the tree guarding the Hades. ’

"The gate is opened? The gate refers to the gate of the rooftop? Does the bottom of the tree in the Hades refer to the old tree of the Sacred Heart Girls' Middle School with a history of more than 40 years?"

Liang nodded.

When Beichuan Temple wanted to ask anything more, there was a crisp sound from the blood-stained bag, as if something had been unlocked.

that book

Beichuan Temple took out the book of peculiar material from his arms and flipped directly to the second iron plate.

He glanced over.

Images are drawn on this page.

The twisted goat's head, and the **** reverse pentagram gushing out turbulent scarlet blood.

The Sacred Heart Women's College was completely submerged, and there was only a huge ship traveling in this **** water, with Yuko Shanyuan standing on the bow.

Riding the wind and waves, the big ship sailed towards the reverse pentagram.

"The imagination of this little girl is really amazing." Beichuan Temple put the book back into her bag and shook her head.

In the record of the black magic of Mass, the inverse pentagram represents Satan, which means hell. In other words, the playground underneath is equal to hell, and Yuko Shanhara, as'Ulysses', will be here at the end. Fall into **** on a voyage.

This time Beichuan Temple can be regarded as seeing a severe form of secondary disease.

Especially Shanyuan Yuzi, a literate form of secondary disease

But now all the clues have been gathered.

Shanyuan Yuzi is now under that big tree.

The thirty-year-old tree is a symbol of guarding the gate of the underworld in this world.

"You come with me."

Beichuan Temple grabbed the palm of the white-haired girl and rushed to the bottom of the floor without saying a word.

What he has to do now is simple.

Wake up the depressed girl who is mentally abnormal.

If the method of calling is useless, wake her up.

No matter what method Beichuan Temple uses, it only needs to wake her up anyway.

"There's a monster ahead!" Kamizumi Maki, who had been watching the changes in the corridor, suddenly called out in horror.

Beichuan Temple kicked it without changing his face and kicked the meatball monster away.

"There is on the right"

"The left side is here too!"

"Beichuan!"

The stuttering of Shen Zhu Makie seems to cease to exist at this moment, the dignity of Shen Zhu Village Soul Twins seems to have been discarded by her, she is slowly moving closer to Beichuan Eri's direction

Beichuan Temple finally ran out of the school building completely amidst the startled screams of God in Makie.

There was still a dim sunset above his head, which was the same color as if it could dye people in flames.

"I forgot to ask, what is your relationship with Shanyuan Yuzi?" Beichuan Temple ran forward with Liang behind, and asked while turning around.

Under the gaze of Beichuan Temple, this girl who appeared to be suffering from albinism took a note from her arms.

It says:

'friend'.

And seeing this piece of paper, Beichuan Temple understood it in an instant.

Sure enough, the same as he thought.

With such a mood in his arms, Beichuan Temple took Liang and soon came under a lush old tree.

At the bottom of the tree, Shanyuan Yuzi dressed in a plaid uniform, looking at Beichuan Temple running over with a quiet smile.

Seeing Beichuan Temple stopped, she politely smiled and greeted: "Hello, strangers who frequently break into my dreams."

"" Beichuan Temple didn't reply to this sentence, but looked at Shanyuan Yuzi in front of him.

Unlike Shanyuan Yuzi, who entered here the last two times, the Shanyuan Yuzi in front of him clearly knows what state he is in, and naturally understands what the situation is now.

"Do you understand the current situation?" Beichuan Temple asked back.

"Of course I understand." Shanyuan Yuzi showed a quieter smile: "If this continues, I will die, but I shouldn't be dead now, right?"

"Mr. Unknown, I am very grateful to you for being here for me, but it will be painful for me to continue. Why not stop here, right? Leave here."

Her tone had a kind of persuasive meaning from Chunchun, and her eyes were very kind.

But Beichuan Temple, as if not hearing the meaning of her words, stood in place and said to herself:

"Shanhara Yuko, a female gender, lived with her mother, Sugaruko when she was young, and his father Sugihara was busy working outside for a long time and did not take into account the size of the family."

Shanyuan Yuzi did not interrupt Beichuan Temple. She stood in place with a well-educated view, looking at Beichuan Temple with a soft gaze.

But there seemed to be an inexplicable cold in that soft sight, which made God Zhu Maki tremble.

"At that time, the only one who could accompany Yuko Shanyuan, except for the gift she got when she was three years old, was a wind-up music box."

Beichuan Temple raised his head: "The sound of the music box represents your yearning for life in the past, while the messy tone represents your unforgettable regret after leaving it behind."

"And this is also your first inner scar and your first mental image."

Beichuan Temple’s tone kept on, and like a symphony musician, he quickly moved on to the next topic: “In fact, you have a bright color in your childhood full of gray atmosphere.”

He hugged Liang beside him.

Yes, just hug it up.

I don't know when, the white-haired girl has become a white cat.

The white cat's eyes fell directly on Shanyuan Yuzi.

Shanyuan Yuzi's steady smile finally appeared shaken.

"Ryo, this is the white cat brought back by your mother's shirt principle. It brought you too much warmth in your childhood. But for unknown reasons, Ryo died. You are under the tree in the old house. He buried it and asked his father to write a tombstone for it."

"It's not an unknown reason." Yuko Shanhara shook her head gently, looking deep at the setting sun: "When I was a child, I didn't know how to express my love for it. I forcefully put it in the children's pool at home. Inside, I wanted to give it a bath, but this also frightened it. It ran onto the road and got caught in a car."

Shanyuan Yuzi looked sad: "This is an act I can never forgive."

Beichuan Temple ignored her sadness and put down the white cat.

Watching it disappear into the dense forest, Beichuan Temple went on to say: "This is your second regret, your second image. The death of Bai Maoliang makes you feel guilty."

Why didn't Liang say a word after meeting with Beichuan Temple?

Obviously in this world, those passers-by have language skills, and as the only girl left, why can't she say a word, she can only express it with an oil-based pen?

Because Shanyuan Yuzi, the subject, doesn't know how Liang should speak, that's why Liang is like this.

"Next is the third regret and the regret that will have the greatest impact on your future life."

"Stop talking!" Shanyuan Yuzi finally interrupted.

She looked at Beichuan Temple, tears streaming down, but still laughing.

The quiet smile made Beichuan Temple feel a little dazzling.

So he decided to continue: "This is the third regret"

"I told you to stop talking!!"

The huge piece of meat suddenly rushed out of the ground, tearing Beichuan Temple's body to shreds in an instant.

Blood is flying!

Senbai's broken bones are everywhere!

The twisted human body changes shape.

"Beichuan!?" Kamizumi Makie's eyes widened and she screamed.

And just as she was yelling, Beichuan Temple's cold voice rang again:

"Don't panic."

I don’t know when, he appeared next to Kamizumi Makie again, still wearing that suit, his expressionless face did not change at all: "Here is like the world, as long as I don’t think I’m dead, then she will take me There is no way."

Beichuan Temple lifted the bag on the ground again, and stepped on the remnant of "self" with an unusually indifferent expression.

Shanyuan Yuzi's body began to tremble.

She looked at the cold-faced young man in front of her, and finally found a fact.

She always felt that she was abnormal.

but

Real anomaly

But just stand in front of me like this!

This youth

Absolutely not normal!

Her eyes widened, her strength seemed to be drawn away.

But the smile at the corner of the mouth

No change.