This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

Being stared at by Beichuan Temple's gloomy gaze, the middle-aged man couldn't stop backing two steps.

He didn't know why he was afraid of a young man, but Beichuan Temple's gaze was like something dangerous and terrifying, making his legs tremble uncontrollably.

"You, what do you want to do?" The middle-aged man was short of breath, cold sweat slipped off his forehead.

Beichuan Temple watched him for a long time, and after a while, he turned his gaze back and said:

"What's the number of the landlord here?"

"No. 1, 152. It's downstairs." The middle-aged man swallowed hard and pointed his fingers at the ground tremblingly.

"Really?" Beichuan Temple walked past the middle-aged man expressionlessly.

No apology, no thanks.

After all, the other party is just someone who chews behind others at will. Beichuan Temple itself has a bad impression of this kind of person.

Not beating him is already Beichuan Temple's best reward for telling him information.

Beichuan Temple came to the landlord's door according to the words of the middle-aged man, reached out and knocked on the door.

The landlord is an uncle who wears glasses and is a little shameless. After politely explaining his intentions, this kind glasses uncle not only brought the keys, but also followed Beichuan Temple to the door of Room 265.

After Beichuan Temple dialed Sato Ryo's cell phone in front of the landlord, and confirmed that the other party's cell phone was indeed in the room, the uncle glasses reached out and knocked on the door.

Still no response.

The other party seemed to be dead, and the bell in the room reverberated, showing a strange feeling of incomprehension.

"All said, Sato took a woman yesterday and never went out." The middle-aged man looked over his head curiously to check the situation. Seeing that they were still doing useless work, he murmured.

But he soon saw Beichuan Temple turn his gaze as if to eat him, and closed his mouth subconsciously.

"Excuse me, Mr. Landlord." Beichuan Temple turned his head and said.

He frowned tightly, and things seemed a little bit wrong now.

"Okay." The landlord Xie Ding coughed heavily and took out the keychain hanging around his waist. After counting the keys of Room 265, he opened the anti-theft door.

Crunch

There was a sharp sound of the security door opening, which made people feel sore.

The middle-aged man on one side finally couldn't help it, and he complained to the landlord next to Beichuan Temple.

"I told you the landlord of Nakamura a long time ago that the security door here is broken, and I am awakened every day by the sound of him opening and closing the door."

It seemed that the middle-aged man was irritated by the sound of the broken security door, and it was no wonder that he would use such sarcasm to comment on Sato just now.

The middle-aged tall man was still grumbling, but suddenly found that the atmosphere seemed a little bit wrong.

The landlord of Beichuan Temple and Xie Ding fell into weird silence at this time.

Beichuan Temple looked okay, his complexion was as usual, but his eyebrows were tightly frowned.

The landlord Xie Ding on the other side covered his throat and knelt on the ground in horror, his mouth twitching, as if he was about to vomit something.

What's the matter?

The middle-aged tall man couldn't help muttering, and curiously moved his head over.

Only then did he see the scene in the room.

If you look inward from here, you can see a living room that is impervious to light.

The furnishings of the living room are very simple, including heating stove, desk and TV.

But lying on the ground is the most eye-catching thing in the entire room.

It was a corpse with his eyes widened and out of focus, his mouth opened in horror, and a huge gap in his throat.

The blood spilled on the tatami, like a stream

Those eyes were facing the door, staring at this side.

vomit

The middle-aged man and the landlord Xie Ding soon vomited.

"Wh, what's going on? How could this happen?" The middle-aged man vomited and couldn't help but retreat with his kneeling legs, subconsciously wanting to stay away from this **** and terrifying thing.

But Beichuan Temple did not care about him. As he stepped into the room, he said to the landlord behind him:

"Mr. Landlord, please call the police."

"Ah, good! Call the police!" The landlord Xie Ding nodded, just about to call the police, but when he saw the horror in the room, he vomited again. The phone that had been taken out also fell to the other side. .

Seeing the two goods'can't stop at all', Beichuan Temple couldn't help but pinch his eyebrows, took a deep breath, took out his mobile phone, and pressed 110 to call the police.

After briefly explaining the situation and location of the scene, Beichuan Temple hung up the phone in a familiar way.

He doesn't know how many police calls Okano Ryoko has made this month, and he is already familiar with that set of procedures.

After thinking about it for a while, Beichuan Temple called Ryoko Okano again.

"What?! You guy has discovered the murder scene again?!" Okano Ryoko's voice sounded like a woman with early menopause, and her tone was incredible:

"Not only does your kid stir the wind and the rain in Tokyo, you get murdered when you go out?!"

Are you a Grim Reaper elementary school student?

Okano Ryoko felt a headache.

Beichuan Temple didn’t want to talk nonsense with Okano Ryoko at all, and simply said:

"Compared to that, I want to tell you more about the transcript."

"You still have to cooperate with the local police in investigating the necessary transcripts. I can't help it. The area in Iwate County is not in my control. You are really a bastard." Yoshiko Okano just wanted to laugh and finish talking.

But before she could say everything, she found that Beichuan Temple had already hung up the phone.

"This little bastard!" Okano Ryoko couldn't help but swear violently.

Beichuan Temple hung up the phone and then fully stepped into the scene of the murder.

He first attached lifelessness to his eyes, and found that there was no resentment at the scene, raised his eyebrows, and sighed with regret.

Ordinary people have a chance even if they want to form a resentful spirit.

Generally speaking, two or three basic conditions must be met.

The first is to suffer great pain or torture before death, so that resentment or obsession will form in the heart, and then the intensity of resentment and obsession. The stronger the obsession and resentment, the easier it is to form a resentful spirit.

But now it seems that Ryo Sato does not belong to the latter. Perhaps he had resentment before his death, but it was not strong.

"Wait! What do you want to do?!" The middle-aged man behind him looked at the young man in shock, and yelled out in surprise when he noticed the other's actions.

The adult himself was frightened by this scene and could not stand still, but Beichuan Temple actually walked inside without changing his face?

What is this operation?

Beichuan Temple ignored the middle-aged man. He took off his shoes, stepped on the tatami, and frowned, looking for clues left by the prisoner.