This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

In the cold basement, formalin mixed with the smell of corpses, and the mixture of corpses and blood formed a picture scroll no less than hell.

"Master Beichuan, this time you should have never expected it."

Suzuki Fumi took out the glass wine glass again, poured himself a glass of wine, and then said with a smile: "Last month the director had the habit of checking here every day. The reason why I came here was because she heard something moving at the entrance. mine."

In fact, it is quite normal for the other party to have accomplices. After all, things like transporting homeless patients cannot be done by one person.

And from the monitoring room, you can see that there are no surveillance cameras in the office building, plus the strange noises at night.

Beichuan Temple's complexion remained unchanged, and he looked at the two men plainly and said, "Holding a gun?"

"Although the director did not have a gun license last month, as long as he has the capital, it is not uncommon to get such a thing." Suzuki Fumi shrugged and said indifferently.

In fact, even if you have a gun license in Japan, the guns you own are limited to shotguns and air guns, but the gun behind it is obviously not in between.

"Things have become like this, Master Beichuan, I don’t want you to be so stiff with me, how about it? Why don’t we take a step back, you bury this matter in the bottom of my heart, I will treat you like before. After all, I’m very Appreciate a capable person like you."

Suzuki chuckled.

From beginning to end, he never panicked.

He knows the physical quality of Beichuan Temple, but can it be more powerful than modern firearms?

He doesn't think so.

Therefore, things are in his grasp from the beginning to the present.

Regarding Suzuki's statement, Beichuan Temple just raised his eyelids and simply asked:

"The last Narumi Kawakami who was favored by Dean Suzuki, where is he lying now?"

This simple sentence made Suzuki Wen extremely difficult to look at. He took a deep breath, and his voice finally cooled down:

"In other words, can't talk about it?"

"The answer I knew from the beginning, why should I ask again?" Beichuan Temple asked in a cold tone.

"It's 15 meters underground, and the surrounding area has been soundproofed." Suzuki Wen continued to ask.

Beichuan Temple was silent.

"Oh, pity, I still have expectations for Master Beichuan."

Suzuki Fumi shook his head helplessly, gestured to Utsuka Ka, then closed his eyes

Boom! !

The sound of the mouth popping out was particularly harsh.

Amidst the smoke of gunpowder, last month's frightened and frightened voice came out:

"How can it be?"

In Last Yuexiang's sight, Beichuan Temple's straight back was still straight, and there was a biting chill in his eyes, which made her fall into an ice cellar.

Darkness is pervading

"How is it possible? What are you doing? Last month!" Suzuki opened his eyes and saw the scene of Beichuan Temple unscathed.

"I don't know! I don't know!" Last Yuexiang let out a terrified voice: "The bullet has been shot out! It's right!"

But why didn't Beichuan Temple fall?

Why is there no change in Beichuan Temple's complexion?

Under Last Yuexiang's gaze, Beichuan Temple's eyes were dyed black by the black qi, and her black eyes were firmly nailed to her face without the slightest whiteness of the eyes.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Three more shots were fired, and this time not only Shang Yuexiang, but Suzuki Wen who was next to her could see clearly.

The bullet shot out, and then collided on the thin black mist that gathered in an instant, and then

Was it bounced off? !

The bullet that fell on the ground made a sizzling sound, and the shell was completely corroded in a short while.

The black mist is like strong acid, which makes people feel terrifying.

What kind of monster is this?

"You, you are not human" Last Yuexiang took two steps back, two battles.

"You are so embarrassed to say such a thing?"

Beichuan Temple was a little dumb.

This huge underground corpse processing plant is a masterpiece of her and Suzuki Fumi.

These two extinct scum are even embarrassed to say such things?

Seeing that the other party was still shooting, Beichuan Temple stretched out his palm and pulled the pistol directly from her hand.

Yes, pull it over.

Last Yuexiang's fingers were still resting on the trigger, and her index finger was twisted directly with the crisp sound of broken bones.

After grabbing his hand, Beichuan Temple moved his feet and kicked Shang Yuexiang directly on Suzuki Wen who was about to escape.

"what!!"

Last month Xiang screamed and spouted a mouthful of blood.

Beichuansi didn't know how many ribs she broke with that kick.

On the other hand, Suzuki Fumi's head bumped against the shelf, and his brain was so muddled for a moment that he couldn't bring up his strength at all.

The two put their hands on their feet, their feet on top of each other, and their faces were full of horror for the unknown.

Yes it is.

They are not afraid of Beichuan Temple.

But afraid of the unknown in him.

Originally, they thought that they had the overall situation in control from the beginning to the end, but they did not expect that in the eyes of Beichuan Temple, their behavior turned out to be so weak.

This is just the simple lifeless shaping of Beichuan Temple.

Since the basic mastery of death-qi has been promoted to a higher level, his mastery of death-qi has become more and more handy, like this mastery of death-qi is like pediatrics.

Beichuan Temple walked towards the two with cold eyes.

"You, what do you want to do?!" Last month Xiang Huarong exclaimed in horror.

What do you want to do?

Beichuan Temple stopped with a smile on his face:

"I want to punch out the brains of both of you."

Brains out? !

Last month Xiang struggled to get up, but she couldn't stand up after she had broken a few ribs. She could only fumble for bottles and jars to smash Beichuan Temple.

Beichuan Temple stepped directly on her wrist!

With the crisp sound of clicking, her face was distorted with pain.

Beichuan Temple kicked her on the other side of her body, and Shangyuexiang rolled directly under the two shelves.

She only felt that she was going to fall apart, and she could only convulse in pain, groaning unconsciously while lying on the ground.

Beichuan Temple did not speak, and pulled Suzuki Wen from the ground, and punched him in the face without saying a word.

Suzuki Fumi's face immediately swelled up.

He looked at the expressionless Beichuan Temple in pain, and muttered in his mouth: "Let me go, Master Beichuan, I will surrender, please."

For Suzuki Wen's begging for mercy, Beichuan Temple raised his hand and smashed him in the stomach.

Fumio Suzuki twitched under the blow of this intensity, and couldn't stop vomiting.

vomit

Beichuan Temple looked cold and watched him spit:

"It's fifteen meters below, and it has a sound insulation effect. Dean Suzuki."

Beichuan Temple raised his hand to pull him up, punched again, and sneered: "I already called the police when I came here. I hope that during the time when the police came, the three of us can get along with each other'happily'. "

"Beichuan"

Suzuki Wen was put up again weakly.

"Even if you die here silently, who knows?" Beichuan Temple lifted him up, then dropped his body to the ground, kicking him vigorously.

Bang!

The human body hit the wall, shaking the shelf.

Looking at two people about the same, Beichuan Temple let out a sigh of breath.

From the very beginning, he knew that Shangyuexiang was here, and when Beichuan Temple knew all of this, he still said so many useless things to Suzuki Wen, because

Beichuan Temple took out a voice recorder from his pocket.

The recorder was pale pink. It was the one that Kamiya Miku gave to Kitagawa Temple during the last investigation of Nakajima Mihua. Later, because of Suzuki's work, Kitagawa Temple forgot to return it to Kamiya Future.

It records all the words that Suzuki Fumi and Uzuki Ka said just now.

Last month Xiang and Suzuki Wen, who were lying on the ground, also saw the recording pen in Beichuan Temple's hands, and their faces showed desperate expressions.

If there are other things that can be quibble, how can the voice in the recorder be explained?

Even if the sound can be handled, what about gunshots and pistols at the scene?

In any case, Suzuki Fumi's life is estimated to be spent in prison.

Maybe you won't spend it in prison.

Beichuan Temple turned to look to the other side.

Slow and heavy footsteps came from the entrance of the basement.

Because there is no dead gas attached, there is no trace of corrosion.

A black figure carrying a shovel slowly appeared on the basement stairs.

This is a wandering soul, and it is also Narumi Kawakami.

As mentioned earlier, Narumi Kawakami is not a resentful spirit. To be precise, he has not turned into a resentful spirit.

The soul thought he revealed was just the soul thought of a wandering soul.

Neither good nor evil.

Beichuan Temple did not get rid of Narumi Kawakami, and the engineer's shovel is still intact, which also shows this.

There is no dead spirit attached, so the engineer shovel has no signs of being eroded.

Everything before is also just acting in front of Suzuki Fumi.

Still the same sentence, don't think that you can't act with facial paralysis.

Beichuan Temple feels that he can still do a good job.

"Ahhh"

Last Yuexiang squeezed a voice of fear from her throat. She looked at this black, tall figure, her hands and feet convulsed with fright.

The place where Narumi Kawakami was smashed was his head, and the other places were intact, but due to his death, he looked terrifying.

Eyeballs hanging upside down, mouth opened unconsciously, thick brown-yellow fishy liquid that slips from the forehead from time to time, scarred body

Beichuan Temple saw Kawakami Narumi, and Kawakami Narumi also naturally saw Beichuan Temple.

Holding a shovel, he came to the terrified Shang Yuexiang and Suzuki Wen.

The blood-stained icy shovel raised

But Beichuan Temple chose to watch.

He has no position to stop Narumi Kawakami from revenge.

Bang! ! !

The shovel slammed down under the desperate and fearful cries of Last Yuexiang and Suzuki Fumi.

Subsequently

Smashed heavily on the ground.

Narumi Kawakami took his hand away, and a hint of clarity flashed through his spiteful eyeballs.

He struggled back two steps and handed the shovel to Beichuan Temple on the side.

"Ok?"

Beichuan Temple glanced at his movements strangely. ‘

Narumi Kawakami wants to pick up a shovel?

This shovel is something condensed by Narumi Kawakami's longing, and there may be something left in it.

Beichuan Temple thought for a moment, and reached out to hold the shovel.

There is a flow of memory.

It was last Monday, and Narumi Kawakami, who had just observed Nanami's situation, planned to go to the office building and ask Fumio Suzuki for two days off to visit his mother.

When he walked to the door of the office building, a strange sound came from the stairwell on the right.

Narumi Kawakami happened to see Fumio Suzuki dragging the bed over.

With inexplicable curiosity, Narumi Kawakami quietly followed in Suzuki's footsteps, and then found the basement where the corpse was processed.

He questioned Suzuki Fumi with an angry tone, but Suzuki smiled disapprovingly and said the same words as when he saw Kitagawa Temple.

When Narumi Yoshimasa Kawakami refused and was about to call the police, the black sharp shovel slammed into his head from behind. With a whirl of the sky, Narumi Kawakami spurted blood from his mouth, and fell to the ground with convulsions in his hands and feet. .

Narumi Kawakami, who fell on the ground, widened his eyes, and the person carrying a shovel reflected in his pupils

Last month incense.

Memories have all disappeared here.

And this is the cause of Kawakami Narumi's death.

Beichuan Temple opened his eyes again, only to find that Narumi Kawakami had knelt down.

On his jet-black spirit body, entangled with soaring resentment.

The resentment is very subtle, but it has been entangled like a tarsal maggot.

"The doctor's hands are used to save people."

Beichuan Temple said this sentence.

This sentence is the words that Narumi Kawakami uttered the most when faced with repeated temptations by Fumi Suzuki.

This may be the bottom line of the doctor Narumi Kawakami, or maybe he is just a newcomer doctor, but in terms of medical ethics, he has always had his own bottom line.

Even if he became a wandering soul, Narumi Kawakami did not choose to avenge himself.

And when he handed the shovel to Beichuan Temple, Qianbian had already expressed his meaning very clearly.

Kawakami Narumi is still in the state of a wandering soul, but if this continues, the resentment on his body will only continue to increase, and it will only happen quickly to become a resentful spirit.

If you want to become a harming spirit, it is better for Beichuan Temple to kill him now.

Beichuan Temple was silent for a long time.

Narumi Kawakami also kept stretching out his neck for a long time.

Beichuan Temple shook his head gently, his wrist flicked, and the thick Jianding fell into his hands.

Puff! ! !

The black liquid is splashing all over!

Under the gaze of Beichuan Temple, the spirit body of Narumi Kawakami gradually spread out.

The spirit body flew up and down as weird and magnificent light particles, and then quickly flew out of the basement to the main building of the Second Mental Hospital.

It was late at night, and most of the patients were already asleep.

But Nanami Kona could not fall asleep tossing around.

She was restless and didn't know what she should do.

The bored little girl had no choice but to drag the patient's slippers, wearing a blue and white patient gown, to the window.

Nanami Kona saw the light particles.

The magnificent and weird light particles flying all over the sky.

Just like bidding farewell to Nanami Kona, the light particle turned around and flew towards the sky.

"Brother Narumi"

Nanami looked at the light particles, and then took a deep breath

"Thank you! Brother Narumi! Goodbye!! Brother Narumi!!"

The crisp childish voice wears far and far in the night sky

This is a day in the second mental hospital.

It's also a day like usual.