This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

In this atmosphere, Beichuan Temple glanced at Tobe Tian, ​​and then went on without stopping:

"In fact, it is not so much that Ogizengchun's condition has alleviated, it is more that his condition has worsened. When combined with the blood scratches on the wall when he came here, it is very likely that he is already suffering from schizophrenia."

The devil in the heart.

Does this indicate the process from the appearance of another personality to the complete occupation of Ogisoharu's body?

This point seems worthy of scrutiny now, but such an assumption is completely okay.

Thinking of this, Beichuan Temple pulled his backpack, and said flatly:

"In fact, there are more things I care about than what I just explained."

"Is there something more that makes you care?" Everyone swallowed, and they couldn't stop shrinking their necks.

Then Beichuan Temple could tell the eerie and terrifying things without changing his face, and then he still said that there are things that he cares more about?

This is too

"According to the thoughts of Ogizochun who has turned into a resentful spirit, after we come into contact with this room, something threatening to us should appear. Just like the chainsaw room just now, this room should also Something will appear."

Beichuan Temple analyzed the road.

"What?" Tanaka Takashi's expression was a bit ugly. He reached out and hooked Yamaguchi Hidesuke's neck on his left hand, and without turning his head back, he forcibly smiled and said, "Brother Kitagawa just thinks too much, maybe this room is just for us to decrypt. "

Takashi Tanaka couldn't continue speaking halfway through.

Because he found that the people around him looked at him with weird expressions.

Miyamoto Nokoto, Tobeta, Yamaguchi Hidesuke

Wait a minute? Hidesuke Yamaguchi?

Since Yamaguchi Hidesuke is on the right, whose neck is I hooking?

Takashi Tanaka turned his head subconsciously.

A man.

To be honest, if the other person’s head hadn’t been split in half, he would definitely reminisce with the other person.

"Hahahahaha" Takashi Tanaka stretched out his finger and pointed at him, then pointed at himself with a dry smile. After a while, he couldn't laugh before he called out with despair and grievance, "Brother Beichuan, help me!"

In fact, without Kozhi Tanaka speaking, when he saw the opponent move, Beichuan Temple had already jumped up and exerted force, and hit the opponent's head which had been cut in half with a punch.

Bang! ! ! ! !

Click!

Takashi Tanaka's face was fried with small pieces of meat, and his mouth was still stuck with his stinking and purple tongue.

"Is it all right?" Beichuan Temple retracted his hand and asked a little

Do I look okay?

Tanaka Kozhi softly fell to the ground, his eyes dumbfounded, he wanted to say this several times, but he still held back.

After all, Beichuan Temple asked himself out of good intentions, and without Beichuan Temple’s own fate, he would have been told here for a long time. Being a man cannot avenge revenge.

just

"Brother Beichuan, can't you be gentler?" Tanaka Gaozhi, who was over a hundred kilograms, felt wronged like a young wife.

He just said that when he was halfway down the road, the next moment was a familiar flesh explosion, and then his head was covered with jet black liquid.

It turned out that at some point, another resentful spirit hung on the ceiling, but the opponent was kicked and exploded by Beichuan Temple as soon as he appeared. As a result, Takashi Tanaka was not injured. In general, it was a gratifying ending.

but

The black liquid was smelly and astringent, and Takashi Tanaka, who was covered with this liquid, only felt that he was in hell.

He wanted to cry without tears, and only felt that being looked upon by these resentful spirits was simply a blood mold for eight lifetimes.

"These liquids will soon turn into the purest resentment and dissipate, you don't have to pay special attention." Beichuan Temple kindly explained, and then looked at the remnant of the resentment that was gradually dissipating on the ground.

Judging from the costumes of these two men, the resentful spirit hanging from the ceiling should be the baseball hat of the live broadcast master. The other person was dressed in a doctor's costume and looked like Ogizochun's former psychiatrist.

The baseball hat is dead, and there is no spiritual body left.

Then the younger sister of Nokoto Miyamoto who was with him

Beichuan Temple looked back at Miyamoto Nokoto and shook his head gently.

Seeing Beichuan Temple's movements, Miyamoto Naoko also turned pale, and firmly grasped his cuff with his fingers.

To be honest, things have reached this point, and she is almost ready to accept the facts.

My sister is dead, maybe she has become a resentful spirit like a baseball hat.

Miyamoto Nokoto took a deep breath, stabilized a little, and nodded to Beichuan Temple.

To be honest, if it weren't for the gloomy environment now, I guess she would have been found something wrong by the other three people.

Beichuan Temple lowered his body and pulled out a bronze key from the two wraith spirits.

At the moment when Beichuan Temple found the key, the speaker hung in the corner made an unacceptable sound:

"Wait! You fellow! How did you do it?! It's absolutely impossible for a normal person. What methods did you use!"

The clown hidden in the speaker had a strong tone, and his words couldn't keep calm anymore.

According to the script, the Beichuan Temple and the others should all die here and become the new food for the spiritual realm.

But now, why is everything messed up, not following the script at all? !

Its tone was filled with resentment and resentment, and it continued to spread from the speaker like a knife:

"No matter how you did it! Then all of you are dead! I will kill you by myself! You moths are not qualified to live in this world at all!"

This **** and tyrannical remark made everyone sweat cold. They subconsciously looked at Beichuan Temple, only to find that Beichuan Temple’s eyes glowed, and the expressionless face showed a sense of expectation.

"" Everyone lowered their heads in silence.

All right, Beichuan brother, you just have a good time.

As the other party finished speaking, the bookcase fell, revealing the secret door behind that.

The metal lock reflected its brilliance under the light of the flashlight.

"Use the key in your hand! Come, come and find me! I want to break your neck!"

The other party grinned in the speaker, the next moment

Beichuan Temple suddenly kicked on the iron gate sideways.

Accompanied by the sound of rumbling like a truck running over, the iron gate and the door frame were kicked three or four meters away by Beichuan Temple.

The world is quiet.

The grinning laughter stopped.

The sound behind the speaker disappeared.

Let us pretend that nothing happened.

This seems to be the attitude of the other party.

"Let's go." Beichuan Temple dropped the key aside and greeted him back.

""Everyone.

The four people behind took a look at the iron gate attached to the door frame, and then at Beichuan Temple, their complexion for a long time before they nodded into it.

To be honest, Beichuan Temple's mood is pretty good.

This spiritual realm gave him a good feeling, and it really gave him the feeling of being in a haunted house.

To be honest, if it were not for the four oil bottles on the back, he actually planned to spend a little time around this spiritual realm.

After all, you can find more clues like that, instead of rushing to the next place immediately after a hasty investigation like this.

The topic turned around.

The scene hidden behind the secret door is a scene of a dilapidated apartment.

The long corridor seems to lengthen the soul, and it is impossible to see the bottom.

In any case, this should be the last scene.

He could be heard from the words of the clown, Ogizochun.

In this gloomy environment, Miyamoto, who was already the weakest, couldn't help but shrink his neck.

She subconsciously squeezed the flashlight whose battery had been changed, and shone it all around.

Light scattered

Under the light of the flashlight, Miyamoto Nokoto seemed to hear a familiar sound.

This familiar voice is getting louder and more urgent and clearer

Finally turned into a word:

"sister."

"Naizhu?!"

Miyamoto Nokoto raised his head in horror and looked around.

I don't know when, she is the only one left standing alone in the dark place.

The chill permeated.

The front was gradually covered by fog.

Nokoto Miyamoto squeezed the flashlight anxiously and looked around: "Notake?! Is it you? Give me an answer! Notake!"

Her voice spread far in the white mist, showing a vague and empty feeling.

Miyamoto Nokoto's sister is named Miyamoto Notake, and the blog's name is Higanka's Guaidanya.

A year ago, Notake Miyamoto accepted an invitation to come here, and finally became one with the spiritual realm.

"I really miss you so much."

Miyamoto Nokoto's voice stretched, and her tears were blurred for some time.

She really missed Miyamoto Notake.

But there is still no answer.

In this empty space, no one answered her.

after a long time.

I don't know where Miyamoto Notake made a faint voice.

"sister."

"Naozhu" heard the soft call, Miyamoto Naoko wiped the tears from the corner of his eye, and looked around with a flashlight.

The voice was very far away, fluttered in front of her for a while, then turned to her right hand, and then came to her left, even

Just behind her!

Miyamoto Nokoto turned around.

It was a pair of black eyes.

There are no whites of eyes, only eyes replaced by pure black.

Notake Miyamoto was wearing her favorite hooded windbreaker, with her neck hanging slantingly to one side, and her head tilted abnormally at ninety degrees.

Black liquid was constantly pouring out of her eyes, and her pale face showed her state.

"sister."

Miyamoto Notake looked at Miyamoto Nokota with his head tilted ninety degrees.

Unlike the baseball hats, Miyamoto Notake seemed to maintain his sanity and did not attack Miyamoto Nokoto.

"Nao, Naotake?!" Miyamoto Naoqin looked at his sister, but his face softened.

Seeing her sister’s so infiltrating appearance, she was actually very scared, but

After all, Miyamoto Notake is still her family.

If he were to attack himself, Miyamoto Notake could have killed himself just now.

"Sister, I'm sorry. I'm already dead." Miyamoto Naozhu barely pulled a smile on his pale face.

To be honest, Miyamoto's way of smiling like this is not good-looking, and even a bit oozing.

Her neck was twisted to one side softly, her head dropped weakly on her shoulders, and her face was still covered with black blood.

Hearing Miyamoto Notake's apology, Miyamoto Nokoto shook his head in pain, and said with trembling lips: "It's my fault. I didn't persuade you. I blame myself Notake."

While speaking, Miyamoto Naoko collapsed to the ground and started crying. She cried and said:

"It’s been this way since I was a kid, Notake, you are smarter than me, and I can do everything very well. When I said I want to write, you have always supported me because I can’t live without it. Drive you."

Miyamoto Naoko sobbed bitterly.

Notake Miyamoto is a very smart girl. She has always been among the best in her studies since she was a child, and she has her own opinions in everything.

Unlike Notake Miyamoto, Noko Miyamoto was very slow when he was a child, and was always silly and didn't know what he was thinking. Therefore, Notake Miyamoto has always been accommodating his sister and heard that his sister wants to write a book. At that time, she started to run her own blog account without saying a word, and became a famous blogger with strange talk.

The reason why she became the blogger of Weird Talk is also very simple

Nokoto Miyamoto wants to write materials, and the Internet is a good place to search for these materials.

To this end, Miyamoto Notake silently paid a lot.

Miyamoto Notake tilted his head and looked at Miyamoto Nokoto, and said calmly: "Sister, no one in the world can't live without anyone."

"I've been thinking before, what will become of Naiqin's sister after she leaves me?"

She looked at Miyamoto Nokoto with soft eyes: "In fact, after you left me for a year, your sister, you have become even more powerful. You can publish your own books well, and you are also very assertive. I saw such a sister. , In fact, I feel at ease."

"I" Miyamoto Nokoto looked at Miyamoto Notake blankly.

Notake Miyamoto waved his hand, and said, "I am very happy with my sister. So sister, you should wake up."

Her spirit body gave way.

A faint golden air stream overflowed from the white fog in front.

"Someone has come to pick you up, sister."

Notake Miyamoto smiled: "Thanks to that person, I can talk to your sister in this space."

"Say hello to mom and dad for me."

"Bye now."

"sister."

Miyamoto Notake's figure gradually dissipated and became illusory.

"Notake!!!" Miyamoto Nokoto reached out to Miyamoto Notake.

It's just that her palms are too small to catch the black air currents scattered in the air.

During this year, she was just a walking dead, investigating what happened in the past, and everything in the past troubled Miyamoto Naoko.

Trapped in this cage, she could not break free, perhaps until this moment, Miyamoto Nokoto could not let go.

The horizon is shaking, and the surroundings are surging.

next moment

Miyamoto Nokoto opened his eyes.

What caught the eye was the puppet doll lying in front of his chest, constantly exuding light golden air currents.

She looked at the puppet doll.

The puppet doll also looked at her.

After a while, Miyamoto Nokoto pulled out a smile.

Until tears gush out from the eyes