This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

Beichuan Temple had just arrived in Bashan City, and didn't want to cause too much trouble. He quickly came to the bed and breakfast that he had booked online in advance, and took a hot spring after having a meal under the enthusiastic leadership of the proprietress.

Of course, during the bath, poor Nishikujo, who had been lying on his shoulders, was thrown into the room to play.

He has not yet thought of persecuting minors.

"Hu" In the smoke of the hot spring, Beichuan Temple exhaled heavily, and he began to organize his thoughts as usual.

Now that I am already in Bashan City, what I have to do next is very simple.

Thoughts of Beichuan Temple fluttered.

First of all, it is necessary to step on the abandoned Xucha High School. If possible, it is naturally best to enter it during the day. After all, the visibility is good, and he does not need to carry a flashlight, and his hands are free.

The second thing is that Beichuan Temple is going to meet the old teacher before Xucha High School.

He asked Ryoko Okano to investigate the dossier that day, of course, not only about the fire in the Sucha High School, but also about the contact information of the teachers who scattered to other schools after the emergency closure.

Ten years have passed, and everything has long since been wrong.

Beichuan Temple communicated through various means, but only one old teacher at the time could be contacted.

The old teacher now lives in Bashan City, saving Beichuan Temple time to go to other places.

The third thing is about the survey of the graduates of Xucha High School.

Since Sucha High School was closed after the fire, some paper information at that time may be left in the library of Sucha High School. Beichuan Temple has been investigating now, and there may be other unexpected gains. Therefore, going to the library to check is an inevitable option.

Just as Beichuan Temple was thinking secretly, suddenly there was the sound of something jumping into the hot spring.

Beichuan Temple looked intently and found that I don't know when, a little girl doll with a little white cloth wrapped around her body was floating on the hot spring water.

Those living creatures' eyes seemed to perceive that Beichuan Temple had found themselves, and the doll's body trembled, and it floated on the surface of the water quickly to the depths of the hot spring.

Her speed has a feeling of riding the wind and waves.

"" Beichuan Temple.

Beichuan Temple expressionlessly drew his bath towel from the small bench behind him and wrapped it around his waist.

After doing this, Beichuan Temple got up and came to Poor Nishikujo, grabbed her puppet ears with one hand, walked out of the hot spring, opened the door, and threw her out without expression.

After completing this set of actions quickly, Beichuan Temple also lost the thought of continuing to soak in the hot springs. He roughly wiped his body, wiped his hair, and put on the yukata in the changing basket.

When he opened the door again, Poor Nishikujo had disappeared in the corridor.

Beichuan Temple doesn't care about this either. After soaking in the hot springs, he now just wants to take a good night's sleep and prepare for the stepping point tomorrow.

He opened the door and found that Nishikujo was pitifully leaning against the wall. The puppet's little head watched the TV show replaying the red and white song that I don't know how many times, and he was soggy.

Although there is heating in the room, it is not good for your health.

Beichuan Temple stroked his chin.

He didn't know whether the spirit body would catch a cold or show other uncomfortable symptoms, so he simply brought a hairdryer to the poor puppet of Nishikujo.

It seems to be aware of the actions of Beichuan Temple. Poor Nishikujo seems to be awkward. The puppet’s small head is humanely biased.

Then it was picked up by Beichuan Temple and blown with a hair dryer.

A few centimeters away, Beichuan Temple seemed to be able to feel the color of astonishment in the pitiful eyes of Nishikujo.

He didn't care, and while holding a hair dryer blowing warm air to her, he said:

"Your mother asked me to take good care of you. Since I promised her, I must do it."

"Perhaps you haven't recognized me in your heart, but this is already a fact, so no matter whether you hate me or not, I won't let you grow crookedly and become a devil. I will use the way I treat my sister. Teach you."

"Of course, besides me, no one can bully you."

"I promise."

Beichuan Temple sat on the tatami, his eyes were clear, and his eyes were serious and without the slightest sophistication.

With his back straight, he loosened his grip on Nishikujo's poor palm, looked at each other shiningly, waiting for her answer.

After a long time, under the gaze of Beichuan Temple, Nishikujo's poor puppet's head slowly turned around, round feet stood up awkwardly, and walked towards him step by step.

She slowly climbed up Kitagawa Temple's thighs, pulled his yukata's long neckline and kicked her legs with difficulty, and climbed to his shoulders. Finally, her small round hands slowly hugged Kitagawa Temple's side face.

The face of Beichuan Temple nestled with the poor little face of Nishikujo.

Beichuan Temple could feel the puppet shivering slightly.

The mother disappeared, and she followed Beichuan Temple by herself. She couldn't feel relieved no matter how she thought about it.

"" Beichuan Temple said nothing.

He knew it would be useless to continue talking at this moment, so he could only reach out and touch Nishikujo's poor little head.

After a while, Poor Nishikujo let go of the chubby doll's hand and squatted on the right shoulder of Beichuan Temple.

"Go to sleep." Beichuan Temple's flat voice sounded.

This made Poor Nishikujo more relaxed, and the whole puppet was lying on his stomach quietly.

After the puppet was completely quiet, Beichuan Temple then put her in the bed on the other side, with some sighs in her heart.

Poor Nishikujo is undoubtedly very pitiful. Her mother Mika Nishikujo disappeared after her revenge, leaving her alone.

The wicked have been punished, but the scars left behind cannot be erased no matter how time is wiped away.

Beichuan Temple rubbed his temples and looked sideways at the time.

It was already ten o'clock in the evening, and there was a strong wind blowing outside the window, and the heating in the room made people sleep soundly.

Whether the world is warm or cold, these Beichuan Temples can't control it.

He stretched

Just want to rest quickly

The next day, Beichuan Temple got up according to the usual practice. After putting the pitiful Nishikujo, who was lying on his body, into the closet, after changing her clothes, she took out the knocking on the door of the closet.

Feeling the small sad expression on the face of the other party's puppet, Beichuan Temple did not change its color.

You must know that he wants to change clothes, this can't be seen by a little girl like the pitiful Nishikujo.

So in this respect, he is confident enough.

"Let's set off." Beichuan Temple said, stuffing the pitiful Nishikujo into her scarf, revealing only a part of her small head.

From a distance, I couldn't see what was stuffed in Beichuan Temple's scarf.

After doing all this, Beichuan Temple took the wallet, opened the Japanese-style sliding door, and left decisively.

Today’s goal is straightforward and simple.

Let’s go to Xucha High School!