This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

"Student Beichuan?!" Qianxia Qianxue exclaimed.

She never expected that the person who appeared in front of her was Beichuan Temple.

"Guests, please keep quiet and don't disturb other guests eating." The shopkeeper kindly reminded him.

"Ah, I'm sorry." Qianxia Qianxue apologized honestly, and when she looked back at Beichuan Temple, she still had an unbelievable look on her face.

It's just that Lan Xinhui reacted in an instant, she suppressed the surprise in her heart, and said in a low voice:

"Is Beichuan student the blogger of the homepage of the Metropolis Ghost Story Agency?"

"As you can see." Beichuan Temple sat opposite Qianxia Qianxue, his voice paused, and then said: "When I saw you for the first time, I already noticed that your condition is a bit wrong. I originally planned to find someone. Time to talk with you, but what you said during the lunch break today let me know that Miss Sen is you."

The word'thousand' in Qianxia Qianxue is mostly used for the pronunciation of'hi' in the Roman phonetic rules of Japanese surnames. Naturally, Qianxia Qianxue did not use her real name as an online nickname, so she took the number'千' in Japanese The Roman pronunciation of'sen'.

Generally speaking, it is not easy to make people think of her, but Beichuan Temple combined her real name with her today's "Agreement with a friend this afternoon", and he naturally has a bottom in his heart.

Miss "sen" on the Internet is Qianxia Qianxue.

"It turns out that student Beichuan offered to make an appointment to test me at that time?" Qianxia Qianxue touched her forehead.

Only then did she understand why Beichuan Temple offered to chat privately.

Qianxia Qianxue did not expect that Beichuan Temple, with a cold expression, was unexpectedly shrewd.

"Stop gossip, let's talk about your friend and your situation in detail."

Beichuan Temple called for a cup of mixed coffee, and said without blushing and heartbeat: "You check out."

"Oh? Oh, good." Since Beichuan Temple's words were too natural, Qianxia Qianxue thought that it should be like that, so she subconsciously nodded and agreed.

But when she reacted, she couldn't help but take another look at Beichuan Temple.

It's not that she is reluctant to pay for a cup of coffee, but Beichuan Temple's attitude is too natural, making her want to complain, but some can't make it.

Qianxia Qianxue could only make his face flushed, and finally reluctantly said: "Does Beichuan classmate think I have any problems?"

Beichuan Temple took a sip of coffee, looked up, and after looking at Qianxia Qianxue for a long time, he said:

"Except for your face flushed now, short of breath, as if you want to complain about me, the others don't seem to have a great impact on you."

Uh

Qianxia Qianxue froze.

Beichuan Temple gently rubbed the wall of the warm coffee cup with his fingers, and this formally entered the topic:

"Does President Qianxia often have nightmares recently, or often see things that ordinary people can't see?"

"That's right." Qianxia Qianxue suppressed the surprised emotion in her heart and continued: "The specific situation, Beichuan classmate should have seen it in the email. I often have nightmares about dolls, and the situations in the dreams are mostly the same."

"A nightmare about dolls?" Beichuan Temple came to be interested, and he asked:

"What kind of dream is it?"

"I dreamed that I was running away in an abandoned puppet making factory."

"Escape?" Beichuan Temple rubbed his fingers on the wall of the cup.

"Yes." Qianxia Qianxue recalled the dream, her petite body seemed to tremble slightly with fear.

Beichuan Temple called for another cup of coffee and delivered the warm coffee cup into the other's hands.

Qianxia Qianxue glanced at Beichuan Temple gratefully.

But Beichuan Temple felt it was nothing, anyway, Qianxia Qianxue settled the bill in the end.

Qianxia Qianxue took a small sip of coffee, but her throat pulled the syllables like ice cubes:

"I dreamed that I was running and fleeing in an abandoned doll factory, behind me there were countless dolls"

"Doll? Can a doll chase you like a living person?"

"Not bad." Qianxia Qianxue nodded, holding the coffee cup in both hands, as if she wanted to draw the warmth from the small wall of the cup.

"I don't know why I had such a dream. At first, I could easily find the exit in the nightmare. The road to the factory was smooth and there were no obstacles."

"But recently"

Qianxia Qianxue's voice became painful.

"I can feel the reality of my dreams more and more. My physical strength, breathing, and psychological changes, the scorched smell of the dolls in the air, everything becomes extra real."

"But I dare not stop running away, as if as soon as I stop, I will be swallowed by the doll that rushes up."

Qianxia Qianxue's body was trembling.

"What scares me the most is the change in dreams. From the beginning of Yimapingchuan, the road is flat, and now there are various ruins of machinery on the road. The dream of doll wreckage seems to be gradually evolving as if it is a living thing."

"In this kind of dream, my physical strength is being weakened day by day, but the speed of the dolls is increasing. They can gradually catch up with me. Recently, I will even see the expressions on the faces of those dolls at the exit."

"That face is obviously false, but it makes people shudder. There are obviously no expressions, but you can fully feel their greed, cruelty, coldness, and evil."

Qianxia Qianxue loosened the wall of the coffee cup and exhaled heavily.

Obviously she is in the warm coffee shop, but her whole body is like an ice cellar.

This is undoubtedly a desperate situation, this kind of desperate fear is no less than watching the butcher holding the knife step by step approaching him.

It's also because of Qianxia Qianxue's persistence until now that a little girl of the same age would have collapsed long ago.

"And now, their hoarse voices, I seem to gradually be able to hear them clearly."

"Voice?" Beichuan Temple asked suspiciously: "What are they talking about?"

"They seem to be calling a very simple word." Qianxia Qianxue grabbed her hair.

This kind of action may not be a lady, but she can only use it to ease the fear in her heart.

"skin"

"Skin?" Beichuan Temple raised his eyebrows.

This inexplicable remark made him a little bit uncomprehending.

But when he saw that Qianxia Qianxue couldn't remember it anymore, he didn't continue to persecute the other person, just stretched out his hand to hold the girl's shoulders.

"Don't worry. I probably have a clue. It's not difficult to get rid of what's on your body. After all, you are only involved in your friend. The most important thing is her."

Qianxia Qianxue's current state is actually similar to Kamiya Miku, but the "mind" in Kamiya Miku is much shallower than that of Qianxia Qianxue.

If Beichuan Temple does not help, it is estimated that within a week or two, the student council president will be on the verge of collapse.

only

An idea flashed in Beichuan Temple's mind.

'skin'?

What does this mean?