This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

In midsummer, at night, a flashlight with vertical light, a man carrying something on his back.

No matter in that movie, this is definitely the beginning of a horror film or a suspense film, attracting the attention of Beichuan Temple.

This should be the memory of Nishibu Haru or the scene in the memory.

Under his watch, Tsuchiya Yuan walked straight into the warehouse, and Beichuan Temple followed step by step.

Bang.

There was a muffled sound.

Moto Tsuchiya, wearing a security uniform, violently threw what he was carrying to the ground.

Humph

A muffled hum came from the black bag.

"Damn, the police have noticed me."

Moto Tsuchiya muttered to himself and opened the cloth bag.

At this time, Beichuan Temple saw the ‘items’ in it.

That is a girl.

A girl who is a little ugly.

Looking from Beichuan Temple, he could clearly see that the front part of the girl’s short hair had been burned, and a large piece of it was pasted. There were cigarette butts burn marks all over his body. On his face, he could still find a lot of wax. Traces of oil.

The back of the hand, arm, there are black green marks that have been beaten. A tall piece of swelling on his face made Beichuan Temple almost unable to recognize the other's looks.

Nishibei spring.

Beichuan Temple squinted his eyes, glanced at Hibakaharu, then glanced at Tsuchiyamoto whose face turned from meek to hideous, and took a breath.

Hibashibe Haru was dying of his mouth covered by a plastic strap. He could only look at Tsuchiya Moto and Beichuan Temple helplessly with those **** and white eyes.

Seeing this expression, Moto Tsuchiya suddenly pulled out his baton from his waist, tears bursting out of his face for some reason, and he shouted emotionally: "What the **** do you want me to do?!"

"What the **** do you want me to do?!"

"What the **** do you want me to do!?"

"Nagako!"

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!

With a baton, a crisp sound was thrown on the human body, and the girl's complexion became paler, and it was also mixed with painful sobbing.

Moto Tsuchiya kept beating Haruka with a baton, watching the black marks on her body, and watching her curled up in fear, only to feel satisfied and comfortable.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! I forgot! You are not Nagiko! You are just a counterfeit! Counterfeit products should have their own place! Not bad! Not bad!"

Moto Tsuchiya's voice sounded very pleasant, but his expression was extremely painful.

Under the girl's horrified expression, he took out the cement mixing equipment placed in the corner.

As mentioned earlier, these equipment and the cement piled up in the corner are checked only once every two to three weeks. Even if these items are misappropriated now, no one will find out.

Because two or three weeks later, Moto Tsuchiya had already been captured and all pleaded guilty. Who would focus on the trivial matter of losing two bags of cement that only the school knew?

Ooh! Oh oh oh! ! !

As if knowing what kind of treatment she would face next, Haru Hibuki made a sound in horror, and she twitched in fear.

She constantly moved her body backwards, but this didn't change anything.

Moto Tsuchiya dragged a waste oil drum about one person tall from the corner, and lifted Hibashikoharu from the ground, and then stuffed her into the oil drum.

Seeing her tied hands and feet, frantically struggling in the oil drum, Moto Tsuchiya laughed.

The sound of the mixer rumbling.

In this dull and hot night, there are only very small movements, and these warehouses are originally located in remote areas, no one will notice what is happening here.

Plenty of cement slipped and poured into the oil drum, but Nishibuchun could only hit the abandoned oil drum with his already scarred body.

But it didn't work.

She stood on her toes strenuously, looked around in terror with her eyes, and made a sharp sob.

Eventually the cement passed her neck.

After reaching her head, cover it up completely.

During this period, Moto Tsuchiya hugged the waste oil drum with both hands, preventing the action of Nishikuchun from hitting the cement.

Under the gaze of Beichuan Temple, he cried and changed into laughter.

Laughter is louder than crying, and the expression is also the expression of the abuser and abuser.

Moto Tsuchiya is really contradictory.

While beating Haru Hibbebe, he yelled other women's names loudly, as if he was treating Haru Nibbe as other women.

From the tears he shed, Beichuan Temple could also see that Tsuchiya Yuan's expression was painful and distorted, struggling and relieved.

Perhaps he himself is a person with mental problems, or the love of mother and father that he lacked in his childhood has created such a person.

But no matter what, Beichuan Temple absolutely does not sympathize with Tsuchiya Yuan.

A murderer is a murderer, and there is nothing else to say.

"" Beichuan Temple watched the abandoned oil drum that was shaking until the end was slowly struggling, and shook his head gently.

He could only watch Yuan Tsuchiya being tortured, injecting cement, and then dragging out the waste oil drums and burying them behind the warehouse.

Beichuan Temple could not imagine what happened to the lower part of Japan during those forty days.

I also don't want to imagine how the forty days of the lower spring were spent.

The former Nishibetsuharu may be kind, but she turned into a tired girl, but she was just a grieving spirit that mercilessly killed others.

What to do at Beichuan Temple is very simple

The bottom of his hand was turned over, and death abruptly poured into it, and a crystal cold light appeared in the air!

Accompanied by the sound of ‘tear and pull’ like cutting a piece of cloth, everything around was torn apart, and Beichuan Temple had crossed the iron fence at some point and stood in front of the warehouse.

"You finally woke up." Kamizumi Maki stammered.

Kagura Ling's voice was crisp and rapid, and in front of Kamizumi Makie and Kitagawa Temple, a faceless woman with a pale skin was slowly burrowing out of the ground.

Nishibei spring.

"You were drawn into the world of dreams just now. Poor and I have been preventing the other party from coming directly to your body."

"But it may be that because this place is where she died, her ability to pull people into dreams is also very powerful. This is the fourth time."

Because she is right next to her corpse, the tired woman can regenerate almost infinitely. As a middle-level wraith spirit, she has this ability.

"Temple!"

Kamiya Miku's voice rang from behind.

She stood outside the iron fence with Yoko Nakano, who was pale, looking at Beichuan Temple worriedly.

"Thank you this time." Beichuan Temple turned his head to thank God Zhu Makie.

If Haru Hibaka hits his body in reality, he should not be able to read all the process of her death constructed by the other party, and he must use a voodoo doll.

Therefore, it is inevitable to thank God Shimaki.

At this time, Poor Nishikujo also jumped out.

She touched the face of Beichuan Temple with her chubby hand, and signaled that she would also like to praise and thank her.

"Go back and buy you some beautiful clothes for the doll."

Beichuan Temple replied.

"I really want to thank you so hurry up and buy me a mobile phone." God Zhu Maki's voice squatted, and the pale golden air current in his hand blew the tired woman away.

Beichuan Temple did not respond to the request of God in Makie for the time being, he just pulled Kenda out from the bottom of his sleeve neatly.

Then a lifeless cross giant shovel was constructed in the other hand, and the whole person rushed towards the spring of Nishibetsu.

What he wants to do is simple.

Dig out the waste gasoline drums and let everything in the past come to an end.

However, Hibakaharu, who had become a wraith spirit, was overtaken by him.

It's that simple.

Under the gaze of Miku Kamiya and Yoko Nakano, Kitagawa Temple bent his arms to accumulate energy, and then aimed at Haru Hibuki's head, throwing out the cross shovel in his hand.

Click! ! !

Like the sound of a watermelon bursting, Hibuki Haru's head was shot across with a cross shovel, and his pale skin was scattered on the ground, and the smelly yellow contents and the jet black liquid poured viscously on the ground!

Beichuan Temple moved his feet, avoiding the thick blue and white palms that suddenly emerged from the ground.

Then he kicked it like a soccer ball, hitting the smooth head of Hibashikuharu who had just got out of the ground.

Click! !

The sound of bone cracks sounded, and the spirit body of Nishikuchun once again drifted away.

It has to be said that apart from entering dreams and affecting other people's memory to a certain extent, the actual combat effectiveness of tired women is only at a medium-low level.

Although there are spirit bodies that can continuously regenerate, they don't have particularly powerful combat power.

Like Ryo Kitano in the Museum of Rain, the wraith who can use spells, his combat effectiveness is undoubtedly very exaggerated.

It was also at that time that Beichuan Temple exchanged the skill of lifeless shaping, otherwise it would be really difficult to deal with him.

And when a specific ghost like Tired Girl who is more inclined to ‘killing in dreams’ meets Beichuan Temple in reality, it can only be collapsed at the touch of a touch as it is now.

the reason is simple.

First. This is not the home dream of tired women.

Second. Beichuan Temple in reality is not as unresistible as in dreams, he is very strong in reality.

These are two simple reasons.

Beichuan Temple grabbed the cross shovel and swept it back in a circular arc.

Snapped!

The head of the tired woman who came up from behind was violently smashed by Beichuan Temple like a watermelon.

""Yoko Nakano.

Originally, Beichuan Temple suddenly stepped into the vicinity of the warehouse and had already made her nervous for a long time. And after that, when she saw the tired girl appear out of thin air and Beichuan Temple was still half asleep, she was even more anxious.

The result is now

Yoko Nakano didn't even know what to say.

Beichuan Temple's movements are open and close, full of extreme violent beauty.

As long as he raises his hand, the tired woman will inevitably fall down, and her death is extremely tragic, with yellow and black liquid all over the floor.

Regardless of the number of opponents, in front of Beichuan Temple, it seems that they were just killed in the past.

Beichuan Temple was expressionless throughout the whole process, his cold face seemed to have a hostile spirit, and the cross shovel in his hand seemed to be played out of tricks.

Coupled with his continuous movement of smashing corpses

Who is the villain?

Yoko Nakano just felt like she was in the wrong camp.

Her side is the big demon king's camp that invaded the Tired Girl area, and Tired Girl is constantly struggling, even if she knows that she is dead, she will stop the brave of Beichuan Temple.

Thinking of this, Yoko Nakano glanced at Kamiya Miku next to him.

An indescribable sense of excitement appeared on Kamiya Miku's face.

She clenched her fists small, her face glowing, her small mouth was still muttering:

"Yes! Slap her face badly!"

"Cut her hand!"

"Poke her in the eyes!"

"Sijun is invincible in the world!"

""Yoko Nakano.

She scratched her hair in a complicated mood.

To be reasonable, she should cheer for Beichuan Temple now, but

Beichuan Temple doesn’t need it at all.

He woke up to the action, but in just one or two minutes, he had already beaten to death, hacked to death, and cut to death more than ten tired women.

That kind of efficiency is simply out of reach.

Yoko Nakano felt that she had been brought here to gang up. As long as she could protect herself from causing trouble to Beichuan Temple, there would be no problem at all.

In her extremely complicated mood, Beichuan Temple stepped closer to the rear of the warehouse.

That's where the corpse of the tired woman Hibakaharu was hidden.

Beichuan Temple finally came to the place and stopped.

This is a place that looks normal.

The grass underneath is barren, and the land is fairly level.

The warm sun pouring down, set off a fairly good atmosphere.

However, under the lingering perspective of Beichuan Temple, countless thick black resentments lingered around.

And the closer to the corpse, the greater the resentment around him.

You can imagine how unwilling it was when Hibuki Haru died.

But what is strange is that after Beichuan Temple set foot in this area, the tired girl never appeared again.

Beichuan Temple didn't pay any attention to it, but shoveled the lifeless shovel into the ground fiercely.

Click.

Click.

Click.

He dug down one by one.

The efficiency of Beichuan Temple is very fast, and soon the tip of the shovel touches something hard.

His palm shook, and the cross shovel turned into an engineer shovel.

Continue to dig down.

The yellow soil layer was cut open by Beichuan Temple, revealing what was hidden underneath.

It was a tin bucket with yellowing and rust stains on the surface.

Beichuan Temple's complexion moved, and then the death gas turned into a chain, which was directly tied to the surface of the iron barrel.

Immediately, he exerted force with both hands, and violently dragged most of the exposed iron bucket out of the soil.

To be honest, this thing is really heavy.

In order to prevent the death spirit from eroding the iron barrel, he unfastened the death spirit chain and looked back at the same time.

I don't know when, there was a ‘person’ standing behind him.

It is a ‘person’.

Her face was distorted by pain, her limbs were deformed, and her eyes were full of resentment towards the living.

Small holes were exposed all over his body, and those places were all places where he had been burned by cigarette butts.

"This is the body of Nishibu Haru, who is a tired woman"

The god-resident Makie explained to Kitagawa Temple by his side, his eyes full of vigilance.

The subject of the tired woman is definitely not a good thing, because the nature of the other person's spirit has changed, and the tired woman who has infinite resentment towards the living will only be obsessed with bringing death to the living.

This was the final end of the strange and bizarre she had seen back then.

But what God Zhu Maki didn't expect was that Haru Hoshibetsu didn't even do it.

She just stood quietly behind Beichuan Temple, her eyes blank.