This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

"Poor, don't hate Kitagawa-kun. I did this deliberately." Mika Nishikujo gently stroked the poor little head of Nishikujo, and a touch of peace appeared on his hideous face.

The smelly black liquid kept oozing out, and the transparent body trembling in the cold wind tended to disappear.

The reason she said this was that she was afraid that the pitiful Nishikujo would have'obsession'. If the'obsession' turned into a'resentment', then the pitiful Nishikujo would eventually become a resentful spirit.

Besides, Mika Nishikujo was indeed seeking death on purpose.

Beichuan Temple already knew this fact clearly when it easily penetrated half of her body.

Because no mother wants her child to see herself so terrible. Parents should teach their children by precept and deeds.

"Ouuuuuuuuuuuu, Mika" Nishikujo pitifully shook his head while crying, tears welling up with his nose.

But in such a quiet night, only Beichuan Temple could hear the cry of her hoarse.

Those tears floated in the air, turned into gold dust, and were swept by the cold wind, not knowing where they were going.

Nishikujo's poor little body hugged Nishikujo Mika tightly, her small palms pressed tightly, and she didn't want to let go.

"Poor"

Even if most of the mind has been eroded by grievances, the mother will still not hurt her daughter.

"Poor." Nishikujo Mika's scarlet eyes also flowed out black liquid. From her hideous face, Beichuan Temple could clearly feel the sad emotions.

She stretched out her little finger slowly:

"Poor, remember what I told you before?"

Looking at his mother's twisted fingers, Nishikujo nodded vigorously, stretched out his little palm and grabbed the little finger, gently constructing an immature childlike voice, sobbing:

"My mother is tired from working in the fields and fields, and she wants to rest when she comes back. But, pitifully, she will be a good obedient child and wait for her to wake up."

The little palm and little finger swayed in the cold wind.

This is an agreement she and Mika Nishikujiu often make. As long as Mika Nishikuji is poor and be a good child, Mika Nishikuji will play with her after a rest.

"Mika, you go to sleep, I will try my best to be a good child." Said Nishikujo's pitiful teary eyes, stumbling and stumbling.

"Yeah." Mika Nishikujo nodded with a smile. She opened her arms with difficulty, trying to hug her daughter again.

Poor Nishikujo also closed his eyes and stretched his arms.

But she waited for a long, long time, until there was a rush of police sirens in the distance, the familiar hug still did not fall.

She opened her eyes slowly, but there was still the shadow of Mika Nishikujo in front of her?

There is an empty street in front of the poor Nishikujijo, and you can see the other side from here.

No one is here.

The cold wind was screaming, making people retract their necks into their collars.

Beichuan Temple stood behind her, waiting for the pitiful Nishikujo to cry for a while.

But he didn't expect that the poor Nishikujo didn't cry, but stayed there for a long time, and finally stood up clumsily.

With a small face, she raised her head and looked at Beichuan Temple.

There is no guilt on Beichuan Temple's face.

He didn't do anything wrong. If Mika Nishikujo continues, she will be completely resentful sooner or later, and maybe even the last trace of reason will be annihilated and disappear.

But in the end, he was the one who finally started. Even if Poor Nishikujo had an opinion on him, he didn't have any thoughts of complaining.

Compared with the Nishikujo father who can deal with his daughter and ex-wife, Beichuan Temple feels that human hearts are sometimes more terrifying than resentful spirits.

Beichuan Temple will regret and regret Nishikujo Mika, but he will never regret it.

He stood here with a clear conscience.

Moreover, when Nishikujo pitifully closed his eyes, Kitagawa Temple also saw Nishikujo Mika's mouth making a request at herself.

‘Please, Mr. Beichuan, don’t hurt the poor. ’

In the scene when Mika Nishikujijo's huge body bowed down to her seat, even Kitagawa Temple couldn't help turning her head to one side, and nodded calmly and firmly:

‘I will take care of her. ’

Beichuan Temple responded like this.

This is an agreement between himself and Mika Nishikujo.

When Mika Nishikujo was about to disappear, she looked back at Nishikujo's pitiful moments, filled with nostalgia, and seemed to dissipate the resentment in her eyes.

Beichuan Temple seems to have seen a summer in her beloved eyes

‘Scent is coming out of the kitchen.

I will hand over the transcript to you.

You turn off the TV.

Sign my name.

Carry my schoolbag and hold my little hand.

There was the sound of frogs in the ridge.

You are still with me. ’

Where is the way home?

Parents are on the way home

Seeing Beichuan Temple's calm eyes, Nishikujo pitifully opened his mouth and closed it again. Finally took a deep breath.

Beichuan Temple didn't understand whether the breathing movement of the ghost was useful, but he just saw the pitiful Nishikujo doing it.

After Poor Nishikujo made such a move, he didn't even say any extra words. The small body exuding golden light shook, and he got into the travel bag of Beichuan Temple.

To be precise, Poor Nishikujo should have gotten into the Mori White Orb carried by Beichuan Temple.

Poor Niikujo is a very clever child. She seems to have noticed that Mika Niikujo has reached an agreement with Kitagawa Temple.

But now her thoughts are intertwined, her consciousness is chaotic, and she urgently needs to calm down and tidy up, so she didn't say a word with Beichuan Temple, she went directly into the Senbai sphere in his travel bag.

Beichuan Temple took out the ball.

As the gold powder drifted away, the joint ball, which was originally a doll, was twisted and deformed, and it turned into a poor puppet wearing a brown plaid scarf in Nishikujo.

It's just that Poor Nishikujo seems to want to make herself look more'ferocious', and directly replaces her mouth with a scarlet line of'x'. There are red and gray patches on the chest. The pair of puppets are big. His eyes were like living creatures, staring straight at him. Sweeping over at night really made his back feel chilly.

But Beichuansi's mouth twitched, knowing that the other party didn't return the scarf to himself because he wanted to vent his grievances in this way.

It's just that he can't be guilty of being stunned by a scarf.

The system’s cold voice came: You have discovered a new type of ‘weird’ good spirit doll.

The system prompt is as simple as always.

"Shanling puppet?" Beichuan Temple turned to look at the puppet lying quietly in his hand.

Poor Nishikujo's appearance of "savage and infiltrating people" does not look like a "good spirit"

Beichuanji's eyebrows couldn't help but raised. I don't know if it was an illusion. He seemed to see the pitiful Nishikujo making faces to himself from the face of that little puppet.

Beichuan Temple didn't know what the Shanling Muppet was for, he held it in his hand and looked at it for a while, then he wanted to put the pitiful Nishikujo into his travel bag.

But who knew that the poor Xijiujo puppet, who was originally quiet, suddenly jumped up, lying on the shoulders of Beichuan Temple softly.

Beichuan Temple stretched out his hand to pull, and the other party was still sticking to his clothes.

"" Beichuan Temple.

Realizing that even harder work might tear his clothes to pieces, Beichuan Temple glanced at the pitiful Nishikujo, and said flatly:

"It's okay to go out at night, but you can't see people when you go out during the day."

After he said this, he calmly looked at the pitiful Nishikujo who was lying on his right shoulder.

He seemed to be a little scared by him, Nishikujo was trembling poorly, and then Beichuan Temple saw her nodding insignificantly.

Seeing her promise, Beichuan Temple stopped talking, and before the police car arrived, the whole person dived into the night.