This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

The pungent burning smell, the cold air, the sky shrouded in blood.

The dead trees, withered and twisted branches weakly stretched out, as if someone had hung on them before.

At the foot of Beichuan Temple is light yellow loose lumps of dry and cracked mud, and not far from him is a puppet making workshop that has been burnt to black.

There is nothing around this space, about one to two thousand square meters, and nothing else can be seen.

Everything around seemed to be covered by the cruel, **** sky rolling.

"This resentful spirit unexpectedly has such a special ability." Beichuan Temple carried the hammer and did not rush into the puppet production workshop. He explored the surroundings and muttered to himself after finding out the surrounding environment.

The world's great wonders.

The resentful spirit hidden in the abandoned factory of this doll not only possesses a certain amount of wisdom, but can also create such a space.

But Beichuan Temple also knew that this resentful spirit would certainly not be particularly capable of fighting.

If his fighting ability is strong, he won't pretend to be a ghost as before, just go out and ask Beichuan Temple for trouble.

After searching all around to no avail, Beichuan Temple no longer hesitated and walked towards the gate of the factory workshop.

Unlike the **** sky outside, this workshop seemed to be able to swallow all the light. The inside was dark, and you couldn't see your fingers.

Beichuan Temple took out the flashlight again, and after lighting it up, it began to sweep the surrounding environment.

This doll-making workshop is connected to the other one in front, and the surroundings are full of complete machines that are rubbed with glittering luster.

On the other side of the machine, there are many dolls that are only half assembled.

As if in this factory workshop, there are still people working endlessly until now.

Assemble the doll later?

There are still polishing tools on the workbench where the dolls are assembled.

But in addition to those that seem to have left a paper document.

Beichuan Temple walked over and picked it up.

This is a shabby economic financial report at the time, and there are still unwilling **** fingerprints on the financial report.

As soon as he saw the headline on the financial report, Beichuan Temple couldn't help his eyes flashing, and he muttered to himself: "That's it."

Indeed, if this happens, the Miki Doll Factory will be closed even if it is not set on fire.

The speculation in Beichuan Temple's heart is getting more and more verified.

But he didn't seem to notice.

On this workbench

The dolls lying quietly on the ceiling of the entire workshop seemed to move slightly.

First, the wrist twisted, then the neck quivered, and the tightly closed eyelids seemed to lift up.

then

Sen Leng's death spirit lingered around the faint blue flames, attached to the dolls, and burned more violently as if they had encountered gasoline.

But the strange thing is that although the blue flame is burning, there are no burn marks on the surface of the doll.

But even so, the sharp and miserable cry like a child tore through the dead silence of the workshop.

"The combination between resident fire and dead spirit." Beichuan Temple blinked and retracted his palm.

Resident Fire Yu is a flame fueled by the soul in the God Resident Shrine, and the dead spirit will gradually erode the resentful spirits hidden in the dolls. The combination of the two makes the effect outstanding.

"But apart from this" Beichuan Temple's eyes condensed, and the sledgehammer in his hand turned to aim at the air in front of him and smashed it with all his strength!

"Roar!!!!"

A weird cry came from the air, Beichuan Temple seemed to hit something, and the wooden hammer handle was bent to its limit.

Subsequently

The feeling of hitting something disappeared, and under Beichuan Temple's lifeless eyes, there was a transparent figure exuding pitch-black resentment and fled to another workshop.

Half of his body seemed to be deformed by Beichuan Temple, but the speed was still very fast.

It seemed that he was aware of Beichuan Temple's gaze, and this twisted figure speeded up, and directly disappeared into the next workshop.

Beichuan Temple gave a cold snort, and, like a brutal butcher's executioner, began to use the standing fire to burn everything around.

For a while, the ghosts cried and howled, countless elementary and low-level wraith spirits were contaminated by the resident fire, and their spirit bodies were burned to disappear and shatter.

The sledgehammer in his hand fell bloodily and cruelly, smashing countless puppets who had fallen and hadn't died.

To the back, the puppet resentful spirits saw him, as if a mouse saw a cat, they fled in all directions.

"Run, run, I see where you can go." Beichuan Temple licked his lips, his face refreshed, and a cold smile appeared on his expressionless face.

He was investigating the surrounding environment in advance because he considered that this kind of thing would happen.

This piece of space is only about one to two thousand square meters, and the dolls can't go anywhere no matter what.

And these resentful spirits didn't know how many people were killed by hiding here, and if he caught them this time, they must be knocked out so that there were no spiritual bodies left.

Nishikujo lay pitifully on the neckline of Beichuan Temple, and appropriately showed a wicked and cold smile.

This young and big is like the most terrifying spirit of resentment, with a **** vigor, walking step by step towards the next workshop.

At the waist of Beichuan Temple, the Kagura bell is still jingling. I don’t know whether it is reminding the resentful spirits around Beichuan Temple, or reminding the resentful spirits that Beichuan Temple is around.

Beichuan Temple burned all the previous workshops with a resident fire, and then came to the next puppet production workshop almost.

This doll making workshop does not seem to be responsible for the production of doll parts, but a place where the doll parts are divided into categories.

Smooth and incomparably large and small legs connected by spherical joints, each with a doll's head in a plastic bag

The cruel side like a slaughterhouse did not evoke Beichuan Temple's half thoughts.

He carried a sledgehammer and smashed a puppet that suddenly came up behind him to pieces.

The action is brutal and bloody.

Then he raised his hand to set the fire without saying a word, and then let out a dead breath at the dolls hanging from the ceiling.

For a time, there was another howling of ghosts and wolves.

Some puppet resentful spirits who were hiding in the corner trying to escape from the workshop were also caught by him, and they all smashed their heads.

Regardless of the resentful spirits who ran to the next workshop in Beichuan Temple, they just chanted coldly:

"Yes, run, I see where you can go."

You all have to explain here today.

As soon as he raised his hand, the hammer smashed a puppet's grievous expression in half like a dagger.

Beichuan Temple glanced at the sledgehammer when there were no more abnormalities around and the Kagura bell did not ring again.

Part of the iron sledgehammer has been eroded into molten iron through the corrosion of dead gas, and some of the remaining places have also been rusty.

but

"There is another handle here, which is convenient for me."

Beichuan Temple saw another hammer in the corner that was exactly the same as the hammer in his hand. He threw down the defective product and pinched the hammer into his hand.

It's not that he doesn't use Kanji.

However, the use of Jianding requires much more dead energy than a hammer. Beichuan Temple uses Jianding while setting fire, which makes it a bit unbearable.

After all, he didn't know what other methods the factory owner had, and there was nothing wrong with leaving some lifelessness to keep the bottom.

He dragged the sledgehammer across the workshop and came to a wall in front of him.

This is an independent wall, not used to support the workshop.

This wall stands alone in this place, and you can still see the names of people written on it.

This may be the so-called name wall.

The names of some people have been darkened and distorted, and the whole wall still has the resentment.

What kind of name wall this is, it's so weird.

"It's not shallow."

Beichuan Temple muttered to himself, raising his hand apart from anything else, it hit the wall with the name with a hammer!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Clang

The entire wall was directly smashed and knocked down by Beichuan Temple.

Since then, the Miki Doll Factory has never had any strange talk about the name wall.

"Next place."

Beichuan Temple is like a strange talk mopping machine, kicking open the iron door of the next production workshop, and the flashlight shot inward.

It's still a dark scene.

On the ceiling are densely packed dolls. When they see Beichuan Temple, they are like ghosts, rushing towards the next workshop like living creatures.

Are these ghosts scared when they see themselves?

Beichuan Temple shook his head.

Now, if it doesn't become a weird story, it will become a weird story.

Seeing them escape, Beichuan Temple was not in a hurry, but dragged the sledgehammer behind them, and from time to time, relying on the poor reminders of Kagura Bell and Nishikujo, dragged out some of the puppet resentful spirits who were hiding in secret and preparing to get through. Smashed.

From their instinctively resentful expressions to the living, Beichuan Temple clearly found a panic.

"How is this going?"

Beichuan Temple frowned slightly.

These puppet resentful spirits seem to have a hint of wisdom, and they will also have this kind of human expression.

If all of this was done by the doll factory owner, then it has to be said that he has indeed researched a doll that hosts a soul.

Although the lodgers are all resentful spirits.

But the other party succeeded.

Beichuan Temple shook his head, threw these distracting thoughts out of his mind, and slowly walked towards the next doll factory workshop.

The same scenery, crowded together, the puppet resentful spirits full of fear.

"Ok?"

These doll resentful spirits are a little strange this time.

Although they saw Beichuan Temple, they did not run away. They were all crowded at the exit, as if there was something scary for them in the next production workshop.

These resentful spirits would rather die than run into the next production workshop, is there something weird in the next workshop?

Beichuan Temple paused, looking over these ‘poor’ dolls, and hitting a workshop under the vertical light of the flashlight in his hand.

The vertical light was swallowed by the darkness, and it couldn't be illuminated at all.

Beichuan Temple took a deep breath, and the death breath and the resident fire broke out, wrapping all the dolls and burning them.

There was a screaming cry, and the dolls fell to the ground in pain, wriggling and twisting.

The standing fire that can burn their original soul is undoubtedly the thing that restrains them most.

If there is no resident fire, I don't know how long it will take for Beichuan Temple to smash it one by one.

Beichuan Temple's eyes were as cold as a butcher. He did not even look at the wailing doll on the ground, and raised his foot to step into the last workshop.

In this, perhaps there is an answer to his trip.

As soon as he walked into the workshop, a strong fishy smell came out.

The smell of rotting corpses and the pungent smell of blood mixed together.

This workshop is different from other workshops.

There are lights in this workshop.

The scarlet dim lights were scattered everywhere, as if they had covered everything with blood.

But Beichuan Temple didn't understand it a bit.

Just now he hit with a flashlight, there should be no light in it.

Beichuan Temple turned off the flashlight and looked around.

Not far from him, there are three male corpses hanging.

Beichuan Temple walked over subconsciously.

The corpse was hung up on all fours bound by chains, and everyone's face was filled with pain and fear.

No wonder this happens.

The abdominal cavity of the first corpse was opened, all the internal organs were taken out, and replaced by exquisite doll organs.

At the foot of the first corpse, a rusty iron bucket was placed. The purple and yellowed organs floated on the disgusting pus lingering around the flies, and a stench came oncoming.

On the side of the corpse there is also an analysis sheet similar to a medical record.

The dense words above made Beichuan Temple frowned.

The above record is very simple, it is about the operation status of the doll's organs.

but

Can the organs of the doll really work?

Beichuan Temple glanced at the corpse in silence.

Then he looked down.

The second corpse was removed from the backbone and replaced with a hand-made, exceptionally beautiful spine.

The head of the third corpse was excavated, and the original brain was replaced with a white doll brain.

Similarly, beside the two corpses, there is also a record that looks like a medical record.

But there is no doubt that people will die if their organs are removed, people will die if their spine is removed, and people will die if their brains are removed. These blood-stained records have not been able to write a few pages.

Moreover, the handwriting above is dense and scribbled, and it can be seen that the author is not far from a mental breakdown.

"But it's no wonder the other party will have a nervous breakdown." Beichuan Temple narrowed his eyes.

The identity of the person who wrote these words is self-evident.

The director of Miki doll factory.

Let's sort it out again.

In 1997, three people at the Miki Doll Factory disappeared all at once, and all of them disappeared inside the factory. The suspects must be investigated from inside the factory.

As the owner of the Miki doll factory, the factory owner must be at the forefront of the suspected investigation.

It now seems that the inmates who can produce such exquisite doll products and possess such superb craftsmanship must be the owner of the Miki doll factory.

It's a pity that the police hadn't organized an investigation

"A fire has put everything to the torch and everything is sealed in the dust of history, and the Miki doll factory is also closed for this reason. It should have been closed long ago." Beichuan Temple looked twisted behind him. Transparent figure, faint voice:

"Don't you think? The owner of the Miki doll factory? No, it should be called the corpse puppet."