This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

"Mr. Beichuan, even if you have the help of the little guy around you, it would be even more difficult to investigate God's Residency Village. Although the memory is completely unclear, I remember only one impression very clearly."

There was a deep fear on Asamiya's face: "It's dangerous for God to stay in the village."

"Danger?"

"Sorry, the subconscious feeling this term gives me is dangerous. There seems to be an indescribable threat to the living."

If you continue to go deeper, it will be blank, and Asamiya Yuko shook his head.

"I see." Seeing that he could no longer dig out any clues, Beichuan Temple nodded and entered the key words and words of the other party into the mobile memo.

He is already thinking about whether he should bring a paper notebook. Some key words and materials can also be left on it, which is much more reliable than mobile phones, which are easily damaged.

In any case, the gods in the village must be investigated. There may be more than one secret hidden there, and Beichuan Temple cannot simply let it go.

After thinking about it this way, Beichuan Temple turned around and looked at Asamiya Yuko, and said in a deep voice: "Mother-in-law Dongzi should also know that the curse on Asamiya-classmate is no longer something you can suppress. If you continue to drag it on, the curse will explode. "

Hearing these words, Asamiya Hitomi's face turned pale, and his lips trembled: "The curse is breaking out?"

Listening to what Beichuan Temple said before, it seems that she is very lucky now that she is just a little unlucky?

What would it be like if the curse broke out?

Hitomi Asamiya couldn't even think about it.

Maybe it will die?

Asamiya Hitomi's foot was unstable, and he staggered, and on the other side, Beichuan Temple quickly held her with his hands.

"Thank you, classmate Beichuan" Asamiya Hitomi was trembling against Beichuan Temple, but the fear in his heart did not fade.

No one wants to die, and it is understandable that human beings have an instinctive fear of death.

"Hey" Asamiya Fuyoko sighed deeply.

She also understands the meaning of Beichuan Temple.

But as a spirit body, she could not do anything about it. She no longer hesitated, and took the initiative to open the niche cover and hold out her ashes.

In the sight of Kitagawa Temple and Hitomi Asamiya, Asamiya Yuko took out an old key from his ashes.

"Leave this to Mr. Beichuan, but I have forgotten the specific key, but I was told in my impression that through this key, it seems that I can know something."

Asamiya Yuko said slowly.

This key is wrong. It should be a half key. The overall material is not gold or wood. The handle of the key has a white chrysanthemum pattern.

After years of polishing, the teeth on the edge of this roughly half-rectangular key appear gleaming. At its tip, it was stained with a little black blood.

The inlaid port of the key can be seen from the side, so Beichuan Temple concluded that this is a half key.

"Could this be the key on the box you left with Grandma Dongzi?" Asamiya Hitomi stared at the half-handled key and said in a dazed voice.

She remembered that there was a small three-dimensional box left in the remains of Asamiya Yuko. Since the key was never found, the family did not touch it. The small box has been kept in Asamiya's room as a memorial.

"Perhaps, maybe not." Asamiya Yuko's voice was uncertain.

"Whether it is or not, it is worth a try, Asamiya classmate, can I go to your house later?" Beichuan Temple did not hesitate, took the key, and at the same time he looked back at Asamiya Hitomi .

"This is not a big problem. Father and mother have been busy running the family business recently." Hitomi Asamiya nodded.

Family business?

Hearing this, Beichuan Temple's expression changed in a rare way.

This Asamong Hitomi is indeed a hidden rich woman.

It's no wonder that she was able to return most of the 40,000 yen back to herself without changing her face. Now it seems that there may be a reason for her wealthy family.

She and Asamiya Yuko recounted the old things and left Haneda Reishi Garden.

During the period, Beichuan Temple glanced at the main hall of Haneda Temple again, brows loosened.

It seems that Mage Haneda has already solved the matter on his side and he doesn't need to intervene any more.

"Let's go, classmate Asamiya, let's go to Dongzi's mother-in-law's room." Beichuan Temple held the key in his hand and said calmly.

"Hmm, this is our house." Asamiya Hitomi nodded gently, and pointed in a direction at the same time.

The Ma Gong family is very big.

Very big!

Big beyond imagination!

You can imagine the Asamiya family according to your impressions of those Sengoku animes or famous Japanese dramas in the Sengoku.

The Ma Gong family is a complex of buildings. The neat and clean Japanese houses are laid out in the past, and the long corridors under the eaves make people can't help but look at them.

Inner courtyard, outer courtyard, small road paved with blue bricks, simple and vigorous landscape sketches

This is a rich woman who is even richer than Zhiyuedao Risa.

Beichuan Temple silently glanced at Hitomi Asamiya beside him.

There was a glimmer of light in his eyes.

"Um" Ma Gongtong shrank her neck under this gaze, but still led the way.

After walking for about three minutes at Asamiya's house, Beichuan Temple and Asamiya Hitomi arrived in front of Asamiya's room.

Hitomi Asamiya knelt and sat down, put his schoolbag aside, opened the door and lowered his head and stretched out his hand: "Please, please."

This is how she entertains guests as a host.

Beichuan Temple responded indifferently and stepped into the room.

The whole room is very large, with curtains separating the inside and the outside. There is a set of characters hanging on the back. The clean paper only has the word "Jing" written on it. The shape is simple and the iron is painted with silver hooks. It should come from everyone’s handwriting, under the calligraphy and painting. , Put a pot of Komatsu, adding a touch of emerald green to the room.

"The box left by Grandma Dongzi is inside." Asamiya Hitomi walked over and pointed his finger towards the inner room.

When the two walked into the inner room, Asamiya Hitomi bent down and dragged out the small black box hidden under the small square table.

This black box looked tight and seamless, and Hitomi Asamiya turned for a few times before he found the lock with the white chrysanthemum imprint as a whole.

The color of the lock head of the white chrysanthemum imprint has faded more than half, and only the delicate lines can be seen on it.

But Beichuan Temple knew at a glance that the key in his hand did not match the lock.

Because the size is completely wrong.

The half-handle key in his hand was as thick as **** of an adult, and it was many times larger than the keyhole of the Baiju lock.

When Ma Gong Hitomi saw this scene, his face was flushed.

It would be okay if it was inserted and found that something was wrong, but the size comparison would be too exaggerated. Anyone who has eyes can see it.

They all remember it crooked like this, why is Hitomi Asamiya embarrassed to speak?