This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

People's passions are constantly expanding. Perhaps the original intentions were good at the beginning, but the longer they pass, their intentions will naturally change.

Even if there is a person who can stick to the heart and never forget the end, there is never a shortage of bad people in the world.

In the beginning, people’s prayers were actually very simple. It was nothing more than simple wishes for children to give birth, repairing wells, etc., but... I don’t know if it was from that day... or from that person... From the beginning, pure desire was mixed with distracting thoughts.

I hope my rival can die in a cruel way.

I hope to drag myself down and let my elders die as soon as possible.

I hope people who have land disputes with them will die soon...

"It sounds like something sent by hand has been eroded by evil thoughts."

The voice of Asamiya Eternal Life came from the Kagura bell.

She stayed in the Kagura Bell and listened to Kamiya Miku's narration, and waited until Kamiya Miku was almost done before she spoke.

Beichuan Temple quickly reacted:

"Things sent by hand... Eternal do you mean that the catastrophe box and the proof of the witch of Mou Chi on the neck of the future are almost the same thing?"

"No, in essence, the Proof of the Mikoto Muchi in Miss Mirai's hand is actually a more complete ‘hand-sending thing’, just like I’ve introduced hand-sending things before—"

"Miko are also priests and monks. When they are about to die, they seal up their experience, memories, and kind thoughts in their favorite personal items to achieve the effect of letting the inheritance pass on. This is the hand-sho. Things."

Speaking of this, Asamiya’s voice stopped, and continued: "This type of hand-sent objects are biased towards'objects'. They will not respond to anyone’s prayers, but will extract good thoughts and memories from them. After it comes out, it will lose its original function."

"Miss Eternal's meaning is that the casket of calamity is different from the proof of the maiden of Mou Chi, it is another type of hand-sent?" Kamiya Mirai thought for a while, and asked rhetorically.

"As you can imagine."

Asamiya Yongshi didn't hide the head or tail on this question. She simply replied: "In addition to the hand-delivered items that tend to be'articles', such as the Proof of the Miko, there is also a type of hand-delivered items. .. People who are dying, abandon all their memories, experience, and common sense, leaving behind their own thoughts."

"I want my family to be rejuvenated, I want my daughter or son to live better after I die... This kind of thinking is true, but because this kind of handicraft is itself a mechanical thing, naturally It's easy to be used by people who want to make unpredictable things. That's why I say it is flawed."

Hearing the vivid statement of Asamiya Eternal Life, Beichuan Temple and Kamiya Miku also understood what the nature of the catastrophe is.

The so-called catastrophe is actually something that is soaked by evil thoughts.

The things inside are not conscious, and some are just pure evil thoughts.

"But even so, after so many years of accumulation, the evil thoughts in the catastrophe should be very large, otherwise it will not be so easy to kill people."

Asamiya Eternally sighed.

If the young woman knew that the gifts she left on this land were used in this way, she would probably regret it too much, right?

This can be regarded as good intentions to do bad things.

"But regardless of whether the catastrophe itself is for blessing or something else, it has now become a tool for simply cursing and killing others...then the answer is relatively simple."

Beichuan Temple did not think about unnecessary things with the girlish feelings of Asamiya Eternal Life.

For him, doing it right means doing it right, and doing it wrong must be resolved.

"Yes." Asamiya Yongshi threw his mind out of his mind.

For them, the next thing to do is actually very clear.

That is to find the casket of calamity and clear all the evil thoughts in it...

Beichuan Temple and Kamiya Miku glanced at each other, and they knew the person who took the catastrophe box in their hearts.

......

night.

Inuzuka Yuka was leaning on the balcony, feeling the evening breeze.

It is now approaching summer, but Yamanashi Prefecture is not as restless and hot as Tokyo.

In the cool breeze blowing at night, Yuuka Inuzuka, who had just taken a bath, was also a little sober.

She looked back.

Behind is a neatly arranged room with furniture.

The floor of the room was wiped brightly.

No one moves the books on the shelves.

It feels as if someone still lives here now.

This is the room of Inuzuka Yuka's elder brother, Shinto Inuzuka.

Since the death of her brother, she always walked into this room after taking a shower, standing on the balcony and blowing cold wind.

"Shen Ren..." Inuzuka Yuka stiffly muttered his brother's name.

Look at this neatly organized room.

Inuzuka Yuka took a deep breath and lay flat on the floor of the room.

The snow-white ceiling also came into view.

My elder brother...was that what he saw when he died?

Inuzuka Yuka pressed tightly to the floor, as if he wanted to take the temperature of his dead brother from the wooden floor.

But that was just in vain.

The elder brother is dead.

He died in front of him.

Father...and mother...all cried so sad...until now

This is really--

Thinking of this, Inuzuka Yuka's body lying on the floor couldn't help curling up in pain.

She stretched out her hand to cover her mouth, the expression on her face was a little distorted with discomfort.

Finally, Inuzuka Yuka couldn't help it anymore, and a low laugh could not be suppressed from his mouth.

Her laughter was very low, and her white face was flushed from holding back for too long.

Inuzuka Yuuka turned over and pulled up his sleeves.

Under the bright light, Yuuka Inuzuka's arms were covered with burn marks and bruises.

There are still some places that feel painful, but Inuzuka Yuka still can't suppress the twisting gray pleasure.

only...

Inuzuka Yuka stood up from the ground again and pulled out his mobile phone.

On the phone screen, Otomo Ai comforted her chat record on the line——

Otomo Ai: There is fragrance, no need to be sad. With senior Beichuan and senior Kamiya, deep human affairs should be resolved soon. Now only need to wait for the good news of the two of them.

Seeing this comforting message, Inuzuka Yuka took a deep breath and raised his hand to reply:

‘Thank you Sister Ai for comfort, I just thought about my brother, and then I couldn’t help crying. Thank you for your comfort. ’

After typing, Inuzuka Yuka sent it out, and a hint of restlessness flashed through the calm emotions in his heart.

Beichuan Temple...

That young man is not right...

It's really wrong.

Alone can defeat 70 or 80 people... This kind of thing is undoubtedly unreasonable.

Not good... really not good.

That is to say, this kind of unreasonable person has now begun to investigate the matter of Fukada...

"If they haven't returned to Tokyo tomorrow... let's take a look. No matter what, everything should be done well."

Inuzuka Yuka muttered to herself, and then walked to the desk of Inuzuka Shinto.

She stretched her hand to open the drawer of the desk, and a slightly roughened black box jumped into her sight.

Just looking at this black box, Inuzuka Yuka felt a chill in her body, and there seemed to be various human voices faintly whispering in her ears.

This is the catastrophe that Beichuan Temple and Kamiya have been looking for in the future——

Just when Inuzuka Yuka was about to reach out and touch the black box surface.

The phone that she had been holding in her hand suddenly rang.

phone?

Inuzuka Yuka lowered his head and subconsciously glanced at the person's name on the phone screen.

then...

Inuzuka Yuka's pupils contracted, and her breathing became swift.

On the screen of her mobile phone, there are bright names of people.

Beichuan Temple.

"Why are you?!"

She took two steps backwards, her palms trembling slightly while holding the phone.

Just now Inuzuka Yuka was still thinking about Kitagawa Temple, but the other party called in a blink of an eye.

In a sense, this can be considered bad luck come true?

No... don't panic.

Inuzuka Yuka shook his head vigorously.

My disguise is perfect.

Whether it's the sad tone when talking about her brother or the image of a positive cooperator... she is perfect.

Maybe Beichuan Temple just came to collect evidence from her?

How can Beichuan Temple, who has no clue, know what he has done?

Thinking of this, Inuzuka Yuka's mood became stable again.

Considering that it might be a bit unnatural if you don’t answer the phone, Inuzuka Yuuka lowered her voice, and her tone was hesitant, creating a sense of timidity: "Senior Kitagawa, may I ask if you call so late? Is there anything wrong with the call?"

The Beichuan Temple over there did not hesitate, but said in a calm tone:

"I want to ask you something. I wonder if Miss Inuzuka is free now? Can I come out and meet?"

Some things are going to ask me?

Inuzuka Yuka squinted her eyes, but her voice was still a little embarrassed: "But Senior Beichuan, it's already seven o'clock in the evening."

"This may have something to do with your brother's death. If you can, I still invite Miss Inuzuka to come. I also called Datomo. Everyone will be waiting for you at Shangchuanxiang Park."

"..." Inuzuka Yuka.

Beichuan Temple had already referred the words to Shenren Inuzuka, and if she refused, she would look a little suspicious.

The image of co-workers created in front of Beichuan Temple and the others might also be shaken.

Inuzuka Yuka thought for a moment and then said, "Okay. It's in Kamikawaka Park, right? I'll be there right away."

After Yuka Inuzuka finished speaking, he hung up the phone, and then looked at the catastrophe that was lying quietly in the drawer.

She looked struggling, but in the end she took it out of the drawer and stuffed it into her pocket together with her mobile phone.

After finishing these preparations, she put on her long sleeves and walked downstairs with only the key.

When passing by the living room, Inuzuka Yuka stopped at his feet, and then greeted the parents who were sitting in the living room: "Father, mother, let me go out."

No one answered.

They just stared at the table blankly, like walking dead.

Seeing this scene, Inuzuka Yuka didn't say much, she just went to the entrance in silence, then put on her shoes and opened the door.

The coolness of the night breeze soaked into the bone marrow, dispelling the body's temperature, causing Inuzuka Yuka to shake her shoulders subconsciously.

She raised her head.

The door was empty and gloomy.

Looking at this scene, Yuuka Inuzuka had an inexplicable illusion.

It seems that as long as you step out of this gate, you will never be able to return.

Inuzuka Yuka flinched back hesitantly.

but--

When he thought that his parents didn't care about his appearance, Inuzuka Yuka's face showed a self-deprecating smile.

She didn't hesitate anymore, and stepped out of the house bitterly.

Under the night breeze and street lamps, Inuzuka Yuuka's muttering to himself also sounded:

"After all... I don't belong to this family at all."

......

Shangchuanxiang Park is not far from Inuzuka's house.

Inuzuka Yuka also took more than ten minutes to walk there.

At this time, the street lights on both sides of the park are emitting a dim light, and the flat ground is paved with the infrastructure of the park.

Seesaws, single parallel bars, slides...

This extremely quiet atmosphere is completely different from the excitement during the day, forming an indescribable contrast.

Between the dead landscape trees and bushes, there are like black silhouettes flashing slightly, making people feel hairy.

but--

"No one is here?" Inuzuka Yuuka couldn't help muttering.

Yes, the park is empty, and you can't see Beichuan Temple or Otomo love them at first glance.

Could it be that Beichuan Temple is making fun of itself?

Inuzuka Yuka couldn't help but think so.

But the next moment--

"what are you doing?"

The young man's voice suddenly rang in his ears, and Inuzuka Yuxiang's hair straightened in an instant, and the whole person looked back.

A young man stood behind him.

Because he was carrying light, he couldn't see the expression on his face now.

An unknown black air current lingers around his face, and every turn it makes is as if it could take away all the temperature in the air.

The bloody, cold gaze was like a file, penetrating his muscles, scraping his bones inch by inch.

Seeing this situation, Inuzuka Yuka could no longer suppress the panic in her heart, and shouted loudly:

"Ahhhh!!!"

Seeing Inuzuka Yuka's expression, the young man walked forward two steps silently, and his rather cold face was exposed to the light.

After seeing the other person's face, Inuzuka Yuka gradually stopped screaming, his voice full of incredible:

"Senior Bei, Beichuan?!"

The sudden appearance of Beichuan Temple frightened her. At that moment, Yuuka Inuzuka almost thought that she had met a perverted murderer.

Now when Inuzuka Yuka saw it clearly, her mind relaxed a lot. She looked behind Beichuan Temple, but did not find Kamiya Mirai or Otomo Ai.

Seeing this, she opened her mouth and asked uncomprehendingly: "Uh...sorry, Senior Beichuan, how about Senior Kamiya and Sister Ai? Didn't they mean they were all there?"

"Not urgent."

Beichuan Temple waved his hand in a calm tone: "Before they come, I still have questions to ask you."

"has a problem...?"

Inuzuka Yuka blinked suspiciously, and then she laughed twice: "But I have told you everything I know, Senior Beichuan, even if you suddenly say that..."

"No... the next question I'm going to ask, you definitely know the answer."

Beichuan Temple shook his head gently.

Looking at Inuzuka Yuuka's incomprehensible expression, he asked word by word:

"I want to ask you... what was it like to kill my brothers Inuzuka Fukato and Fukada indirectly?"

"Inuzuka Yuka...oh, no...it should be...Hayakawa Yuka."