This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

Most of the reports about God’s presence in the village on the Internet are scattered, and the specific information is simply incomplete.

Only from the few words of the author on the Internet, Beichuan Temple can also construct an impression of the god-resident village on its own.

Being hidden by God means that the location on the map has been hidden, which shows that the village of God is in a hidden place.

In the rainy night of Heisei 22, he was attacked by a mudslide. Although there were not many survivors, there were no specific reports on the Internet. This shows that the government should restrict the report on the village of God.

The ghost village still retains the original community and village site. This shows that the scale of the mudslide at that time may be small, or the village of Shenzhu was far away from the place where the mudslide occurred.

But this is inconsistent with the fact that there are not many survivors before.

Since the scale of the debris flow is not large, why are there not many survivors?

And why did the government suppress the report about God's presence in the village at that time? Are there any secrets that cannot be said?

"This shows that the information on the Internet is also flawed." Beichuan Temple looked at the entry on the Internet and shook his head secretly.

I can believe it, but I can’t believe it.

"Is there Shimaji City in Ibaraki Prefecture?" Kitagawa Temple groaned.

Ibaraki Prefecture is very close to Tokyo, only 40 kilometers away, much closer than Iwate Prefecture.

So for Kitagawa-dera, he can investigate Ibaraki Prefecture on his own.

But before going, he still hopes to learn something from Asamiya Hitomi's grandmother Yuko Asamiya after going to the temple tomorrow.

Because only by understanding the truth behind the darkness can the curse on Asamiya Hitomi be completely removed.

Beichuan Temple turned off the laptop and looked back at Xijiujo pitifully:

"Poor, I may need your help tomorrow for some things."

"?" Nishikujo twisted his head pitifully, the puppet's face seemed a little confused.

Beichuan Temple told Nishikujo all the details of the matter.

Yuko Asamiya may have been in a state where the lamp has been exhausted, otherwise he would not only supplement Asamiya Hitomi with so little golden air current.

So here it needs to be a little bit stronger.

Would allowing the poor to extradite part of the golden airflow to Grandma Ma Gong would hurt the poor?

Beichuan Temple is not clear, so he must ask clearly.

If it hurts the poor, Beichuan Temple also plans to find another way.

For example, take a day off to find some low-level wraiths, but low-level wraiths are not particularly easy to find.

Under the gaze of Beichuan Temple, pitifully nodded, and then her little round hand stretched out. There is also a golden air current on it.

Holding this golden airflow, she also made a gesture that compared her biceps, indicating that there was no problem at all.

"It's so pitiful." Beichuan Temple's expression eased, and he rubbed the poor little head.

He knew that Poor was not a little girl who likes to hold on. Since she said yes, there shouldn't be much problem.

Of course, it is also possible that the pitiful is holding on, but after this matter is over, Beichuan Temple will take her to sweep the surrounding area and help her make up for all the losses.

Beichuan Temple breathed a sigh of relief.

The only insurance for going to the monastery tomorrow has already been done, so let's see what good information tomorrow's Asamiya Yuko can bring to herself.

Beichuan Temple put on an apron and made a relatively uncomplicated dinner.

Because Beichuan Eri called and said that she had dinner by the way while visiting the exhibition outside, Beichuan Temple didn't have to prepare more.

After the meal, Beichuan Temple quickly took a bath and went to bed.

He has to recharge his energy for tomorrow's affairs, and it's okay to go to bed early

The next day, Beichuan Temple first ran at the usual pace, then cooked, and after breakfast, he lifted the exhausted Beichuan Eri from the bed.

According to Beichuan Eri, it seemed that it took her a lot of time and energy to visit the exhibition yesterday. When she came back in the evening, the instructor drove her home.

When Beichuan Temple heard about it, she didn't talk about Beichuan Eri, just let her remember to get up and don't be late.

After all, visiting a painting exhibition is a good thing to expand your knowledge, and there is no problem in sleeping more for this kind of thing.

After settled in Beichuan Eli, Beichuan Temple directly put the poor in his pocket and set off to Beijing North High School.

"" Beichuan Temple.

Just walking on the road in Beichuan Temple can feel the surrounding students peeping into their eyes.

It seems that the bad students from Jinji High School have issued the rumors.

To say, ‘Beichuan Temple in Beijing North High School is our Jin Ji’s eldest brother’, ‘Whoever looks down on Beichuan’s eldest brother is against all Jin Ji’s students. ’

This kind of rumors spread very quickly among Japanese students. In the information age, forwarding them to the line group or the sns circle of friends will not cost much at all, especially the number of people in each grade in Japanese high schools is only two or three hundred.

It is of course very easy to spread because of the small number of people and the small scope.

Perceiving the fear in the eyes of these students, Beichuan Temple didn't care, and walked into Jingbei High School with no expression on his face.

"Temple!" The voice of Kamiya Miku chased from behind.

Beichuan Temple heard her voice, subconsciously took a meal, and looked back.

Kamiya Miku carried the student leather bag, and soon came to Beichuan Temple, with a little heat on his face, and said hello to him:

"Good morning, Mr. Temple."

"Yeah." Beichuan Temple nodded.

The two people walked side by side to the teaching building.

"Sijun, did you go to Jinji High School yesterday?"

Kamiya Miku, who was walking quietly, suddenly asked.

"Yeah. There is something to be dealt with."

There is no need to conceal this kind of thing, Beichuan Temple admitted frankly.

"I heard that Sijun became the eldest brother of Jinji High School?" Shengu Mirai Miku turned around, her tone full of curiosity: "Sijun is not the kind of person who likes to show off, should it be something that needs the help of bad students?"

"Yeah." Beichuan Temple nodded again.

But when Kamiya Miku heard these words, he puffed up his cheeks and said angrily: "Then, in this case, you can ask me, Temple-kun! I am no worse than the people at Jinji High School! No matter what it is, it can be done beautifully. show you!"

"Really?" Beichuan Temple was dumb, he didn't expect Kamiya to catch up early in the morning just to tell himself about it.

Kamiya's eyes are full of future, she boldly speculates: "Normally, Mr. Temple doesn't care much about anything, but since I went to Jinji High School yesterday, the things to be investigated must be very important."

"From my impression of Mr. Si, the things that Mr. Temple wants to investigate must be about ghosts, right?"

"Not bad." Beichuan Temple took another look at Shengu Future.

This little girl really feels keen, and has a clear thinking and strong ability to accept

If Kamiya Miku was asked to help, it might be more reliable than those students at Jinji High School.