This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

The storage cabinet is light blue as a whole. Under the flashlight, the coating on the edge has peeled off, and there is a faint rust. The upper and lower floors are divided into four small compartments, and the lower one is a large compartment.

Beichuan Temple opened the door of the lower compartment blankly.

There, sitting a pale-skinned young man holding his head in panic, he seemed to have noticed Beichuan Temple's movement, and he raised his head in fear. There were only white eyes in the youth's eyes, and black liquid overflowed from the mouth of the blood basin.

The Wraith Youth actually screamed:

"No! Nakajima!!!"

Beichuan Temple seemed to feel it, he turned his head abruptly!

I don't know when, a figure suddenly appeared behind Beichuan Temple!

The fire-fighting axe blade that the figure was holding was shining with a cold light, and hit his head fiercely!

When did this come here? !

Beichuan Temple subconsciously wanted to hide, but soon he thought of something, his eyebrows were raised, his lifelessness disappeared, and his face calmly watched the fire axe fall.

The blood-red fire axe that shone with a cold light passed through the body of Beichuan Temple out of thin air, and slammed into the head of the young man in the cabinet.

A fire axe is a tool used to escape from broken windows and break open obstacles at the scene of a fire, so it is not sharp, and it is also inappropriate to use the word "cut".

The ax face smashed the young man's head fiercely!

Can you imagine that kind of scene?

The young man’s bones and various contents on his head splattered like peanut butter, his body was smashed and deformed, and his fingers and thighs were twitching slightly because of the reflex nerves.

Most of the pale-skinned youth's body was smashed open in an instant, it is conceivable that this man used so much strength.

Beichuan Temple can even clearly hear the sound of the man carrying the fire axe dislocating his wrist.

"It's okay, it's all just afterimages." Beichuan Temple touched Nishikujo, who unknowingly grasped his neckline, said pitifully and calmly.

Poor Nishikujo is still just a child, even if she can sense that the other person is just a remnant of a person's longing as a'spirit', she still feels very scared looking at the brutal and bloodthirsty feeling of the figure behind her, and she was small just now. A trembling, has been grabbing Beichuan Temple's neck.

Under the comfort of Beichuan Temple, Nishikujo's poor body relaxed, she lay back on Beichuan Temple's shoulders, her small head raised, as if she wanted to see what this ‘afterimage’ wanted to do next.

But Beichuan Temple simply covered her eyes, letting her reach out and pat.

Under the gaze of Beichuan Temple, this male afterimage carrying a fire axe first chopped up the pale-skinned youth, and then the whole talent stood up in a trance.

At this time, Beichuan Temple saw the full picture of the man carrying the fire axe.

This is a young man. It should be the "Nakajima" written in the victim's diary.

A large piece of blood on his chest in his white summer shirt was dripping ticking. With a dazed expression, a hoarse and inhuman roar was squeezed out of his throat, his eyes were scarlet, his limbs were hanging down, and a terrible black shadow haunted his head.

After killing the last survivor, Nakajima dragged the corpse out and smashed the window directly. The whole person fell down like a head.

Accompanied by the muffled sound of ‘bang’, Beichuan Temple was in a trance.

He looked back.

When I entered the studio just now, I didn’t see it clearly. The window beside the locker had been smashed, but because the creeper climbed onto it, it overlapped and squeezed in to cover the gap, which made Beichuan Temple not see what it was. Come.

Beichuan Temple wiped away the dust with its feet, and there were clearly visible air-dried bloodstains on the ground.

The lowest storage compartment in front of him has been drenched with splashes of blood, and small pieces of air-dried meat are scattered everywhere.

Among them, half of the small diaries stained red by blood glue are particularly conspicuous.

Beichuan Temple picked it up and opened it.

The cover of this diary has been torn open, revealing its contents.

It says in a twisted font covered with blood:

Nakajima, how did he know that I was in this place? !

I can't make calls from my mobile phone! The signal seems to be blocked! Damn it! Isn’t this close to Yashan City?

Nakajima unexpectedly caught up with him! No way! I can't sit still, I have to close the right side of the hole now, I want to run away.

The diary at the back has been completely blurred by the blood, and he can no longer read the handwriting.

Beichuan Temple flipped through the contents of the diary.

The owner of this diary is called Suzuki, a person in charge of the logistics of the spiritual sights exploration team. He usually has the habit of making records. Nakajima is the leader of their team. In addition to Suzuki and Nakajima, this team also has a hill responsible for procurement. , Nakajima's girlfriend Yoshida.

They explored a lot of spiritual attractions, but in the end they all overturned their cars at Xucha High School.

Looking at the scary **** handprints that Suzuki left on the diary above, Beichuan Temple picked up the phone and took a photo with the flash.

But it's a bit strange.

Beichuan Temple raised its eyebrows suspiciously.

There is no image on the phone, and there is enough light to shoot strange black shadows.

"It shouldn't be broken, right?" Beichuan Temple tried other functions, and then logged on to the web page.

There is a problem here.

Looking at the scene on the phone, Beichuan Temple's eyes condensed, and his brows were tightly furrowed.

It didn't take much time to merge with Hidesuke Yamaguchi and Takashi Tanaka.

Hidesuke Yamaguchi was holding his cell phone on one side, looking at the scrolling barrage of white flowers and asking questions to Takashi Tanaka on the other side.

When they saw Beichuan Temple coming from the side of the aisle, the two of them also brightened their eyes and walked over and greeted him:

"How? Brother Beichuan? Anything to find?"

"Nothing." Beichuan Temple glanced at the two of them, then shook his head, and pointed to the dark stairwell and said: "Now go to the fourth floor."

"Good." The two supernatural forum hosts didn't talk nonsense.

The whole live broadcast of Suka High School has just begun, and they can't stay here forever.

Hidesuke Yamaguchi put away his mobile phone, and several people squeezed the flashlights and walked upstairs without saying a word.

For a time, only the sound of breathing and four scattered footsteps were clearly audible in the stairs.

This extra footstep was actually known by Takashi Tanaka and Hidesuke Yamaguchi.

This is their final arrangement in the event building, with real actors playing.

Listening to the footsteps not far behind them, Takashi Tanaka and Hidesuke Yamaguchi, who were walking in front, moved in their hearts, their mouths twitched, but they didn't make a sound.

Doesn't it scare Beichuan Temple to death?

When they were secretly satisfied with the dedication and dedication of the staff behind them, Yamaguchi Hidesuke's cell phone suddenly heard a beeping sound.

This is a special mobile phone ringtone used for communication between them and the staff.

Hidesuke Yamaguchi was also a little puzzled.

Why did you send a text message to yourself at this time?

He pulled out the phone and stopped.

The content of this text message emerged.

‘Run away! Yingsuke, Gao Zhi! There is really something in that building! The staff has already been evacuated urgently! The live broadcast was also disconnected for some unknown reasons! ’

The time for texting is at ten forty.

That was an hour ago. At that time they had not yet entered the activity building.

The atmosphere is suddenly dead!