This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

In any case, Okano Ryoko finally agreed to put most of his hands in Beichuan Eri.

But no matter what Beichuan Temple said, she still wanted to send someone to stay by his side.

After all, Beichuan Temple could also receive protection with her sister when she returned home. At that time, the four squatting police officers then organized rotations, and they stayed seamlessly.

"It's just that there is time for police protection after all." Beichuan Temple rubbed his temples.

At most one week, the police who have found nothing will be evacuated.

At that time, I can only turn around to protect Beichuan Eri.

But this point was in the arms of the prisoner, and Beichuan Temple could not take a shot, and of course there was no chance to deal with him.

"The time is one week." Beichuan Temple clicked on the computer desk, and he had a vague direction in his heart.

It's just that it's so late, and it's not a good time to implement that idea.

"Send those photos to the community homepage first." Beichuan Temple opened the simple homepage he made.

That is a message board-like homepage with a black theme and a font number of twelve.

The title content in the center of the homepage is very simple.

Looking at it roughly, there are detailed classifications under the main heading, which are the specific experiences of every time the spirits of Beichuan Temple are removed.

In order to increase the credibility, Beichuan Temple also posted some short videos and realistic photos of him and the wraiths below.

The 21st century is the Internet age!

Beichuan Temple, in the context of ifi and mobile social app networks, certainly knows this.

line, sns social network, twitter

Although the move to solicit opinions from sand sculpture netizens on the Internet is not very reliable, it also has unexpected gains.

For example, the last time I went to Beichuan Temple, Ando’s Haunted House with a ghost in the mirror was the result of someone sending a private message to himself under the homepage.

"The number of people browsing the homepage is increasing." Beichuan Temple muttered to himself.

Relying on the photos of his own real experience and all kinds of thrilling small videos, the homepage of Beichuan Temple has been widely circulated among young people recently. The last time Beichuan Temple was playing with a mobile phone in Beichuan Temple, he saw him. Browsing the video of his personal homepage.

Of course, in every photo Beichuan Temple did not put his front face up, plus the relationship between the dark environment and the phone pixels, even if he can see his profile face, it is estimated that it is only vague, not at all. Someone will think of him.

The younger generation always likes to pursue unique excitement. Many people have left comments on the homepage of Beichuan Temple.

"Energy ahead!"

"Fuck! What is the thing that appears in one minute and thirty seconds?! Who will tell me what is the thing that scared my old lady to jump?"

"Amitabha, there is nothing strange."

"The blogger's video is very subversive, don't watch it if you are unhappy!"

"This is what the blogger uses ordinary PS synthesis technology to produce, right? It's quite novel to make it like this."

"It's not scary at all!"

There are many messages, but most of them are messages telling me that I was shocked or that Beichuan Temple was deceiving.

But Beichuan Temple also discovered that those ids that said they were deceptive and not terrible appeared in the message area afterwards.

The standard true fragrance ending.

Therefore, the private mailbox of Beichuan Temple always has 70 or 80 messages every day.

These days, Beichuan Temple has been entangled in various things, and there is no time to empty the private mailbox, so it has accumulated a lot of ‘inventory’.

Some people asked the identity and name of Beichuan Temple.

Some people want to ask where these horrible ghost stories are.

Some righteous people also scolded Beichuan Temple’s p-pictures for synthesizing some pictures for profit to attract attention.

There are also quite a few people who come over to eat melons and watch the show to see if Beichuan Temple will find time to return to them.

Some professional teams or investment companies are looking for Beichuan Temple, hoping that Beichuan Temple can join them.

In this large and varied message, Beichuan Temple quickly glanced down.

One of the news caught his attention.

"I have one thing I hope the blogger can help. If the blogger can see it, please use this email to contact me."

A long list of the other party's mailbox is attached below, and the private message time is the night before.

Beichuan Temple's eyes continued to move down.

"Blogger, this matter is really important! I hope you can reply to me soon! My email is"

The private message time was last night.

Just when Beichuan Temple released the mouse and was about to go to the bathroom, a new message popped out of the private mailbox.

"Are the bloggers worried about my identity? Don’t worry, I’m not a suspicious person. It’s just that some unbelievable things have happened to my friends recently, whether it’s travel expenses or board and lodging expenses, we can reimburse them, and there will be absolutely no remuneration afterwards. Will let you down, my mailbox"

"" Beichuan Temple.

Beichuan Temple closed the message box and let out a sigh of relief.

If he had time to help, he would naturally not refuse.

It's just that Beichuan Temple is really not in the mood recently, and has no time to deal with other people's trivial matters.

But you can indeed send an email to the other party and give them some pointers.

Beichuan Temple wrote an email casually, to the effect that he was busy with another thing recently and couldn't get out of it for the time being. He can write details of what happened to his friends in the form of e-mail, and maybe he can give some suggestions.

After writing this email, Beichuan Temple clicked Send and turned off the computer.

"Go to sleep, school starts tomorrow."

Mumbled, Beichuan Temple took out the winter school uniform of Beijing North High School and hung it behind the door frame, and turned himself onto the bed.

It was 7:30 in the morning, Beichuan Temple simply ate breakfast and set off on the road to Beijing North High School.

While walking on the road, Beichuan Temple sensitively noticed that he was following a person.

I think it should be the staff arranged by Yoshiko Okano by his side.

Beichuan Temple shook his head, carrying the student's bag, and ignoring the other party, strolled forward.

It is difficult to get the sun today, but because of the melting snow, it also means that it is warm and cold.

Beichuan Temple breathed white gas and walked forward step by step.

It's still early. Except for some club members who must arrive in advance, most of the students are still indulging in the warm ovens, air conditioning and heating during winter vacations, fighting desperately against the monster of getting up.

There are reasons for Beichuan Temple to arrive early.

He didn't have any memories of students at the same level in his mind.

In order to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, Beichuan Temple decided to go to the classroom early to see where he was.

"Unfortunately, it was not after the spring break to come to school, or to change to a new class, which is much better than the current situation."

Beichuan Temple opened the notebook and squinted at the information on it.

"The first grade is the first grade, and it won't be long before the spring break is up."

According to the guide map in the school, Beichuan Temple generously touched the class.

"It's really clear at a glance."

Looking at the desk in front of him, which was as dark as if it had been burned over the surface, Beichuan Temple's expression did not change much. As soon as he put his bag down, his shoulders were caught.

"Yo, Beichuan, it's been a long time, how about we go out and talk?"

Seeing the joke in the other's eyes, Beichuan Temple was silent for a while and nodded.