This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

Ignoring the situation on Kamdai Kasumi's side, Beichuan Temple closed the song card box and sat on the back seat with a plastic bag of wild vegetables.

Watching Beichuan Temple get on the bus, the driver in front subconsciously asked:

"Is that all right? Mr. Beichuan?"

He somewhat didn't understand.

As a trusted driver Sugihara, he also knows that Sugihara has spent a great deal of effort investigating the current address of Kasumi Kashiro.

At first he thought that Beichuan Temple would definitely make some big moves this time, and no matter how bad it was, he would give Kamdai Kasumi some financial assistance.

But I didn't expect Beichuan Temple to have a meal in a restaurant opened by the other party, gave a song card, bought some wild vegetables and came out.

He was still thinking about it, and then he saw Beichuan Temple in the rearview mirror staring at him flatly.

The deep eyes made the driver lower his head hurriedly:

"I'm really sorry, I'm just a little curious, if I offend Mr. Beichuan, I will apologize now."

"..." Beichuan Temple.

Hearing what the other party said, Beichuan Temple retracted her gaze, turned her head to look at the small restaurant that had been thrown behind her, and said: "What she needs is not financial assistance. Compared to that, all she needs is relief in her heart. "

"...Is that so?" The driver in front seemed to understand.

Yes it is.

Kasumi Shindai was already happy enough to have a brand new family and a husband who loves her. This is a happy scene that can't be dreamed of.

But under this kind of happiness, she still had a sense of guilt for Goddai Xiangli hidden in her heart.

This guilt is like the deepest curse, so that Kasumi Kashiro can't get any further happiness.

But Kashiro Kasumi itself has completely passed away, and it is very difficult to untie Kashiro Kasumi's frustration.

Under such circumstances, Beichuan Temple can only give her a key to get out of guilt.

And the song card of Shindai Fragrant Pear is a good choice.

Of course, Beichuan Temple was not so generous. He handed all the song cards to Kasumi Kamdai. He just took out one of them and gave it to Kasumi Kamdai.

The reaction of the other party was exactly what Beichuan Temple expected.

I also hope that she can truly walk out of the shadow of the death of Goddai Xiangli.

Beichuan Temple threw away the messy thoughts, and asked in a low voice: "How long will it take to the next place?"

"Ah... there is about half an hour left." The driver took a look at the distance and reported for Beichuan Temple: "According to the investigation, Shindaigen should be at home at this point in time."

"Really?" Beichuan Temple nodded, and then ordered as if thinking of something: "As soon as possible, as soon as possible, it's troublesome."

He also promised Beichuan Eri to go home early after handling the matter, but there is no time to waste in such a place.

"I understand."

The driver in front should say.

Under the night, a black business car quickly passed by.

About twenty minutes later, the commercial vehicle stopped at a low-cost rental apartment.

Beichuan Temple got out of the car, his eyes flickering.

According to information provided to him by Sugihara, the place where Jindaigen lives is apartment 2204 on the second floor.

As for now...

Beichuan Temple looked at the lights of Apartment No. 2204 on the second floor and walked over without a hurry.

As for the people called by Sugihara, they were all arranged by Beichuan Temple to wait for his signal downstairs.

After all, things that he can solve all by himself don't need to be so exciting.

Beichuan Temple soon came to the 2204 apartment room.

He just stood by the door and could hear the noises between men and men coming from the apartment room.

There are also some ugly swear words and bad words.

This made Beichuan Temple frowned subconsciously.

He groaned. Originally, he was thinking of reaching out and ringing the doorbell, but after looking for it for a while, he discovered that the infrastructure of the apartment was poor, and there was no doorbell.

This made Beichuan Temple had to pat the door of No. 2204 apartment.

He clapped the door so loudly that it immediately attracted the attention of the people inside.

The cursing voice came from far to near, and suddenly came to the door.

Accompanied by the crisp sound of opening the door, a middle-aged man with a puffy face was already standing at the door.

As soon as he saw Beichuan Temple, he showed an impatient look: "I don't accept sales here, you can find a home."

It seems that the other party regards Beichuan Temple as a door-to-door salesperson.

This puffy middle-aged man would close the door after leaving this sentence, but what the middle-aged man did not expect was that the young man in front of him suddenly asked, "Are you God Daigen?"

God Daigen?

The middle-aged man frowned: "Why are you looking for God to replace him?"

His rhetorical question made Beichuan Temple couldn't help but glance at the house number.

No. 2204.

Yes, this is the room where Shindaigen is located, and there is nothing wrong with it.

Thinking of this, Beichuan Temple calmly said: "I have something to do with Jindaigen. Since you are not Jindaigen, please let me go."

Beichuan Temple’s righteous words made the middle-aged man grin uncontrollably. He bared his teeth with a vicious look: "Boy, even if you know that guy from God, I also advise you to show respect. ,because I--"

The middle-aged man with a puffy face stopped halfway through the conversation.

Because he saw... Beichuan Temple took out the hand hidden behind him.

In his palm, he was holding a huge Hessian hammer.

The horror look that can only be seen in horror movies made the vicious expression on the middle-aged man's face fade in an instant.

He pointed to the room and said with a straight face: "It's right inside! That guy Jindai is right inside!"

He couldn't wait to take out his heart and let Beichuan Temple see his loyalty.

Beichuan Temple also calmly kicked his **** for this kind of man who is stunned by the wind.

Bang! ! !

"Why hit me after I said everything!?"

The middle-aged man with a puffy face let out a painful cry.

Beichuan Temple clashed on the ground with a hammer, and asked indifferently:

"do you have any opinion?"

"No!"

The middle-aged man with a puffy face shook his head vigorously.

Beichuan Temple didn't bother to pay attention to this treasure, and walked into the room when he moved.

Seeing this inexplicable young man rushing into the room carrying a sledgehammer, the middle-aged man with a puffy face also moved his mind.

If one person can't be beaten, then add the three people in it...how do you say it should have been beaten?

He was thinking over here, and then he heard ‘Boom! Bang! Bang! ’’S muffled sound, and at the same time, men begging for mercy.

But with a few crisp sounds of cracking bones, the room was quiet again.

This quiet... made the middle-aged puffy man cold sweat flow down his face.

"Kill, kill?!"

He covered his mouth, his face pale for a moment.

After putting on his shoes indiscriminately, he rushed out of Room 2204, took out his mobile phone and called the police in despair.

"Hello? Is it the police? Listen to me—"

......

For about ten minutes, the harsh alarm bell of the police car rang downstairs, and several policemen walked out of it.

This sudden event made the tenants walk out of the room a little strangely, watching the inexplicable scene of this big night.

But the middle-aged puffy man obviously can't control that much anymore.

He rushed over without hesitation, clinging to the police's shoulders with his fat hands, and pointing to room 2204 with a look of panic: "It was the police who called me! There was an accident inside! A young man rushed in with a hammer... Killed! Killed already!"

Seeing this middle-aged puffy man with such an nervous expression, the faces of the police suddenly became more serious.

One of the male policemen spoke without hesitation: "Don't panic, tell us what happened."

Under the male police's words, the puffy man could only explain what happened, and then he added anxiously: "That murderer has been in for ten minutes! What are you waiting for?! Go in now! what!"

What the puffy man said also made sense.

A young murderous madman has been in for ten minutes, and now he has to find a way to protect the safety of the general public.

Considering that the other party had a murder weapon in his hands and might have killed a little victim, the police commander at the scene did not hesitate to allow the use of the gun.

Protecting the middle-aged puffy man in front of him, the police carefully stepped into Room 2204.

This is a narrow room.

The air was filled with the smell of expired food.

The unpleasant smell and the smell of alcohol emanating from the room made the police frown.

But they also kept their own pace, step by step approaching the living room room, and finally—

Then hold the pistol and enter it!

"Give up resistance! We are the police!"

In an instant, they pointed their police pistol at the target in the room, looking nervous.

Who is the Murderer? !

Thoughts flashed through their minds.

then--

The scene in the room freezes before my eyes.

There is no such thing as "brain pulp, broken bones, and human flesh" that middle-aged puffy men said outside.

In the living room of the room there were only a few drunken middle-aged people and a calm young man.

The scene made the police blinked in surprise.

Then they all looked at the same dumbfounded puffy man, and asked indifferently, "Sir, how do you explain the current situation?"

Uh--

The middle-aged puffy man opened his mouth wide.

He left the police in amazement, pulled up the man sitting around the table, and asked in surprise, "Why are you not dead? Why are you not dead? I heard your screaming sound outside just now..."

As soon as the puffy man said this, the man who was pulled up by him became unhappy.

He patted the other person's palm, and instead asked without understanding, "I want to ask you, the younger brother Beichuan, who came to us to give us wine, why did you stop them from the door? Why did you call the police?"

Ok? ? ? ?

The puffy man was dumbfounded.

Home delivery of wine?

Stopped at the door?

Still calling the police?

He couldn't help but touched his ass.

My **** still hurts a bit.

This can't be an illusion, right?

But... all these friends, friends, friends, who were sitting together, looked at themselves with a dazed expression.

This makes the puffy man a little confused.

Could it be that I was drunk? Does acupuncture treat someone else as a murderer?

Is this unscientific?

"Really give me a wine brother?" the puffy man asked.

"Kubo, you really drank too much, right?" A lean man next to him answered helplessly.

He was still dizzy, and the policeman behind him also spoke calmly: "Sir, you are a false alarm, which is a serious waste of police force. According to the current situation, we need you to come to our police station tomorrow to make a transcript. , There should be no problem, right?"

This policeman is fairly professional, and can maintain a calm tone in this situation.

The puffy man opened his mouth and felt something was wrong, but after thinking about it, he couldn't figure out why, so he nodded: "I...I know."

He couldn't help taking another look at Beichuan Temple, which was sitting upright in the living room, and scratched his head.

I should be really confused, right?

"Thank you for your cooperation." The police simply said, then glanced at the scene again and confirmed that there were no gambling activities before closing the team and leaving.

When these police officers left, the puffy middle-aged man sat down with an unhappy expression. He looked at his friends, his friends, and he was not angry: "Since the wine-delivery brother is here, then you should tell in advance. Me?! Otherwise, this kind of thing won't happen!"

"Fortunately, the police didn't ask me to do the transcript today."

He sat down with a curse in his mouth, stretched out his hand and took another sip of wine.

But after a while.

This puffy man realized that something was not quite right.

No one spoke in the room, except for Beichuan Temple with a cold face, everyone was looking at themselves with an extremely desperate expression.

After a while, the thin man asked in a trembling voice, "Why don't you go with the police?!"

He made a hoarse voice, his face pale, no longer the expression he had just given.

"Ah? What do you mean by this? Are you wishing me to die?" The puffy man choked and threw the glass on the table: "Or you guys want to leave me for a drink? I tell you! There is no door. !"

His performance made the faces of the other men even more ugly.

At this moment, Beichuan Temple, who had not spoken, finally spoke.

He asked nonchalantly: "Who told you that I was here to deliver wine?"

"Uh... Then are you...?" The puffy man opened his mouth.

Beichuan Temple did not answer the puffy man this time, but just stretched out his index finger and pointed under the table blankly.

Under the table--

"What's the matter?"

The puffy man couldn't help lowering his head.

There is no doubt that there is low-quality tatami under the tabletop, the tatami has been raised and black, but it is still not cleaned.

And above this tatami, there is something else.

He couldn't help but widen his vision, bewildered by drunkenness.

That is a ‘person’.

Only the upper body was left, a blue-white human body with bones twisted in an incredible arc.

at this time.

The human body is clinging to his lower body.

Baleful eyes.

Staring at him tightly--