This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

The metal bat shimmering with cold light smashed down with wind pressure!

Beichuan Temple could see the expression of Yoshiko Okano who wanted to take out a pistol and shoot the murderer, as well as the look of horror and surprise in the future of Kamiya next to him.

‘I thought this guy could endure until Ryoko leaves before doing anything. ’

Beichuan Temple couldn't stop shaking his head, and didn't expect the bounty.

With the expressions of Ryoko Okano and Miku Kamiya looking like a ghost, Kitagawa Temple backed away two steps with a cold face. After avoiding this deadly bat, his right leg was slammed into the old force at an incredible angle. The shadow on the body who staggered two steps forward.

The opponent was kicked a few meters away by this kick!

Click! !

The sound of the crisp ribs cracking made Okano Yoshiko and Kamiya Miku both open their mouths.

what's going on?

When Beichuan Temple picked up the metal bats that fell on the ground and chased after the prisoner who was reluctant to get up, they came back to their senses.

This process is only a few seconds, but it gives them a sense of illusion that several years have passed.

"Isn't this?" Gangye Ryoko opened his eyes and looked at Beichuan Temple's back, who was not only not afraid, but also chasing after him with a fierce anger, his mouth twitched.

what's going on?

Can you imagine this scene? The murderer squatted with a bat, but he didn't expect that the victim's body was more terrifying than the murderer.

Turning around and chasing the opponent with the opponent's bat?

"Is this the murderer reversed? The real murderer is actually this kid Beichuan?"

Ryoko Okano couldn't help muttering to himself.

But after all, the policewoman was still not vague. After she rushed to the spot, Kamiya Mirai gave a few words, and then followed without worry.

Only Kamiya Mirai, who was stunned in the same place, looked at the back of the three people who ran out in a daze.

"What's this all about?"

In winter, she is alone, a little lonely

Beichuan Temple was carrying a metal bat, his eyes lingering with death.

The opponent's moving speed is very fast, and within a moment, he will run out of sight.

But it is not difficult for him to catch up.

It's just that the night is still long, and Beichuan Temple wants to let him run for a while, so it's best to spare some time when he can ask alone.

If Yoshiko Okano is there, he has a lot of things and he can’t ask

He stood there and waited for a while, then he took the metal bat and followed it calmly.

Ishikawa Kuaito never thought that he would be chased by others.

"Is that high school student a monster?!"

Behind is the back of Beichuan Temple stretched by street lights. The other party is dragging a baseball bat, and there is a clanging sound in the road, making people feel that the other party is more terrifying and cruel than his perverted murderer.

Am I a homicide or are you a homicide? !

He wanted to scold the chasing guy behind him.

But Ishikawa Kuaito doesn't have the guts now.

Because just now, taking advantage of the light, he could see the expression of Beichuan Temple clearly.

Beichuan Temple was full of frost, and even if he kicked off a few of his ribs, it seemed that there was not much fluctuation. The cold light flashing in his pupils and the expressionless expression made him look like a ruthless butcher and anatomist.

"That guy that guy is definitely not normal!" Ishikawa quickly spit out a mouthful of blood foam stars, barely panting against the wall for a while.

It was the first time he saw that kind of thing, and now that he thought of it, his calves tremble.

The urging metal bat sounded again.

The high school student at the back seemed dissatisfied that he stopped and smashed the road with a metal bat.

It felt like the bat was about to smash his head in the next second.

"Asshole!" Hearing the gloomy voice, Ishikawa quickly stood up and ran out in a panic.

He ran a long distance again.

But the sound of metal bats still lingers in the ears, like a stimulant of fear.

Why would he know where he went? Why is he not in a hurry? What did I provoke?

Ishikawa Kuaito was trembling all over, and he gritted his teeth so as not to scream in fear.

Pain came from under his ribs, forcing him to slow down.

But as soon as he slowed down, the sound of the metal bat rang ding ding dong dong, as if rushing in front of him in the next second.

There is absolutely no way to survive for that weird high school student!

Kato Ishikawa's teeth trembled. He killed many people, most of them were girls.

Often on such nights, he enjoyed the expressions of those women who were so scared that their faces were distorted.

But he couldn't think that the feeling of fear that every toe seemed so stiff that he couldn't move it would one day manifest in him.

Fear, hesitation, helplessness, fear, pain.

All of this is depriving Ishikawa of the strength to advance quickly.

But the sound of the **** metal bat never stopped! The other party seemed to have already figured out the direction of his escape, slowly step by step, giving him a sense of fear that he was about to approach, but always hanging a certain distance.

Damn, damn, damn, damn!

Physical strength is no longer enough, we must find a place to rest.

Ishikawa Kuaidou looked left and right, simply found a garbage transportation box, and he plunged into it in an instant.

Regardless of the season, the garbage dump always has a rotten stench, which cannot be changed. But Ishikawa Kuaidou still slumped into the garbage dump without hesitation, and didn't even dare to look outside, as if this was his home.

The sound of the metal bat gradually approached.

Clang Clang.

Under the sound of these metal bats, the opponent's footsteps sounded sick and crazy, and the heavy and rapid footsteps tightened Ishikawa Kuato's neck!

He held his breath, afraid to look outside.

At this moment, the crisp sound of the metal bat suddenly disappeared! The footsteps also stopped instantly.

Ishikawa Kuaidou's scalp numb.

Even across the garbage dump, Ishikawa Kuaito could feel the cold glance outside.

He stopped! ! Stopped in front of this pile of garbage!

Ishikawa Kuaidou asked God and chanting in his heart.

Perhaps it was he who prayed to God to worship the Buddha and it worked.

After the footsteps stopped for a while, he walked in the other direction with a little hesitation.

At the same time, the sound of metal bats was gradually fading away.

gone!

The huge joy hit Ishikawa Kuaito's chest, and he almost didn't jump up.

But the experienced, he did not rush out, but waited quietly.

Even if the other party leaves, there is no guarantee that he will look back at the possibility.

Ishikawa Kuatos endured physical discomfort and crouched quietly in the smelly garbage truck.

He waited a long time.

When Wan Lai was quiet, there was no more noise outside.

Should I leave now?

Ishikawa Katoto muttered to himself in his heart.

He moved gently and carefully to open a gap in the garbage bag.

There is something in that crevice.

Ishikawa Kuato looked suspiciously.

Cruel, deep eyes like obsidian.

Senran, eyes without white eyes.

He understood in an instant.

These are human eyes.

Through this gap.

Look at him.