This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

"Sorry! Kitagawa-kun!"

Mika Nakajima bowed deeply to Kitagawa Temple.

"Since I know I'm sorry, then I have one thing to ask you." Beichuan Temple, who was packing things for the trip, raised his head and said with an unchanged expression.

"Uh... tell me." Mika Nakajima shrank her head.

Soon she felt that she was obviously a big sister who was four years older than Beichuan Temple, and she was also the only adult in the Beichuan family in name, how could she be cowardly?

How could he be cowardly in front of a minor like Beichuan Temple?

Mika Nakajima was about to clear her throat, straighten her back and talk to the other party——

She felt Beichuan Temple's cold gaze swept over.

Mika Nakajima retracted her neck again, this time even her back was bent down.

"Miss Nakajima, I'm going to Ibaraki Prefecture for a few days."

"Hey?! Isn't this too sudden? You left me...what about Sister Eri?" Mika Nakajima opened his mouth.

That's right, who cares about her and Beichuan Eri's food after Beichuan Temple left?

After getting used to the meals cooked by Beichuan Temple, I can't get used to eating in ordinary family restaurants, let alone ordering takeaway.

Mika Nakajima doesn't want to use hamburger and cola to deal with it every day. She is a leukemia patient anyway, and her body needs to be well maintained.

"Eri can cook, and Ms. Nakajima is also able-bodied. I don't think you will starve to death."

Beichuan Temple turned his gaze back to his travel bag, as if he was checking whether he had brought all the things he should have brought.

After hearing Beichuan Temple's words, Mika Nakajima was not happy, and she murmured softly, "Then what if we starve to death?"

Beichuan Temple's gaze turned again, and this time Mika Nakajima felt that Beichuan Temple's gaze was like two knives, gouging out her body: "If you really starved to death at home because of this kind of thing, you Don’t you think it’s the biggest problem, Ms. Nakajima?”

If he starved to death because he was not at home, then he was no longer a salted egg level person, but a social waste.

but--

What Nakajima Mika said, Kitagawa Temple has also taken into consideration.

He wrote Kamiya Mirai's phone number on a sticky note, tore it off and handed it to Nakajima Mika, and ordered, "If you really can't make it through, just call this number, but don't bother them too much, understand?"

"Huh? This phone number is..." Mika Nakajima tilted her head, and suddenly realized: "Ah, this should be the phone number of your girlfriend, Kitagawa-kun, right?"

Bei Chuanji didn't answer Nakajima Mika's full-mouthed attitude, he just reached out and touched under the sofa like a magic trick, and the rattan soaked in oil appeared in his hand, and then hit Nakajima Mika's face with a 'snap' on the ass.

"Why are there rattans here?" Mika Nakajima's face twitched in pain.

"You have three chances to call the future, if you let me know that you will bother her after the three chances are used up—" Beichuan Temple did not continue.

He just snapped the cane in his hand to the side of the air.

The loud noise that seemed to shatter the air made Mika Nakajima's face change.

"I see, I understand, if you have something to do, go as soon as possible, my sister Eri and I can handle it, I'm sorry, I shouldn't trouble you so much!"

This is not because he forgot to mark the punctuation mark, but because Mika Nakajima read out this series of words as if he was rapping on the spot, without any interruption in the middle.

Should it be said that Mika Nakajima is worthy of being a singer? Mouth skills are still very good, at least it takes a lot of skill to read such a string of words in Japanese.

Beichuan Temple hung the rattan on one side of the wall and glanced at the time.

Today is Friday, and he came back as soon as school was over.

So it's only 3:50 now.

Jingbei High School only has six classes a day, four in the morning and two in the afternoon. It is not compulsory to join clubs. After school, you can go home directly or take extra-curricular tutoring.

Thanks to this humanized system, Beichuan Temple went home early every day.

But Kitagawa Eri is different. According to her, she is being practiced by Chiba Hotaru every day. The other party wants her to participate in the Tokyo High School Painting Awards Competition, so Kitagawa Eri has very little time to go home these days. At night, it seems that they have been actively preparing for the battle.

"I'm leaving, Ms. Nakajima, I will leave the family to you."

"Ah...Okay." Mika Nakajima responded hastily, and at the same time, she didn't forget to run out and say: "Bon voyage, Kitagawa-kun."

Beichuan Temple waved her hand to signal that she, who didn't even wear a mask, should go home quickly, and then walked to the end of the street without saying a word.

Ibaraki Prefecture... Kitagawa Temple is back again.

 …

The last time I came to Ibaraki Prefecture was because of the curse on Hitomi Asamiya. This time I revisited the old place, and the mood of Beichuan Temple was undoubtedly much more vivid.

The first aspect is to be able to collect money, and the second aspect is to encounter a ghost story that hasn't happened for a long time.

This kind of incident that can be collected and handled incidentally, how can this not make Beichuan Temple feel better?

Beichuan Temple checked into the B\u0026B where he stayed last time, and checked the time after paying the deposit for the room.

It took two hours to get to Beichuan Temple in Ibaraki Prefecture by bus, and it is already six o'clock now.

Just in time for a visit.

Kitagawa Temple took out his mobile phone and called Hirasaka Ichiro.

The blind tone of the phone only rang for two seconds before being connected by the person over there.

"Hello? Master Beichuan?"

Upon hearing Master Beichuan's words, Beichuan Temple spoke impatiently:

"I don't know if Mr. Hirasaka has time. I have already arrived in Ibaraki Prefecture. I hope to talk to you about what you said on the phone last time."

"Already in Ibaraki Prefecture? This is too coincidental. It just so happens that the person who wants to discuss things with you is also at my house. If Master Beichuan wants to come, I can also entertain you here."

Hirasaka Ichiro's voice sounded a little surprised, he said immediately.

"Then I'm sorry."

Beichuan Temple hung up the phone, and picked up Xi Kujo, who crept out of the tourist shoulder bag.

"Let's go, poor man."

"..." Xi Kujo was pitiful.

She pointed to the TV on one side, then pointed to herself, and then made a gesture of gesturing her biceps, indicating that the aerobics program she wanted to watch was about to start, and she asked Beichuan Temple to go there alone.

Bei Chuansi thought for a while, but he didn't force Xi Kutiao to do something she didn't want to do. He put Xi Kutiao down: "Alright, take care of our things while I'm away. But don't make too much noise .”

Xi Kujo stood on the ground pitifully and nodded, while waving at him with his chubby arms, telling him to be careful all the way.

"I will."

Beichuan Temple responded and closed the door.

He thought for a while, then took out the key and locked the sliding door to prevent Xi Kutiao from running around.

After finishing all this, Beichuan Temple said hello to the proprietress, and left the homestay for Hirasaka's house.

As I said before, this homestay is only ten minutes away from Hirasaka's house. Under the deliberate acceleration of Beichuan Temple, he arrived at the door of Hirasaka Ichiro's house in only five or six minutes.

Hirasaka Ichiro had been waiting by the door early, and when he saw Beichuan Temple approaching, he went up and said, "Master Beichuan, are you here?"

"...Mmm." Beichuan Temple replied in a neutral tone, with a slightly unsightly expression.

This was simply the opening lightning strike, and it was only natural that he had a bad face.

But Beichuan Temple usually has such a cold face, Hirasaka Ichiro didn't notice the slight difference in his tone, so he led him into the mansion indifferently, and said while leading him: "Master Beichuan, This time it's up to you again."

"En." Beichuan Temple glanced at him, and a faint blackness could not help flashing in his eyes.

The two walked into the reception room on the first floor.

In the reception room, a man in a gray suit sat on a small round cushion early on.

As soon as he saw Hirasaka Ichiro and Beichuan Temple coming in, he stood up and greeted him kindly: "Uncle Hirasaka."

He has a kind face, which makes people feel good when he looks at him. His face is what we call a good face.

Then the man in the gray suit looked at Beichuan Temple. When he saw that he was still too young, he hesitated, but he still asked politely: "Is this Master Beichuan?"

"En." Beichuan Temple nodded, which was a response.

Now he only felt that Master Beichuan was like a hat, which couldn't be taken off when it was put on his head.

The three sat down again, and of course Ichiro Hirasaka, who was the informant, didn't bother to watch.

He took a sip of tea, moistened his throat and introduced, "Master Beichuan, this is the director of Ibaraki No. 2 Psychiatric Hospital, Fumi Suzuki."

"Suzuki-kun, this is the Master Beichuan that I mentioned to you, Beichuan Temple. Although he looks very young, Master Beichuan's ability is reassuring. The resolution of this matter probably depends on him."

"Nice to meet you, Master Beichuan."

Fumi Suzuki reached out and shook Beichuan Temple.

"What kind of event is it?" Beichuan Temple sat down again and asked.

For these two big men who always call themselves 'Master Beichuan', Beichuan Temple would rather face those wraiths who are cuter and cuter than the two of them.

And his calm and crisp appearance made Suzuki Wen also nodded, and he said without hesitation:

"To tell you the truth, Master Beichuan, some strange things did happen in Ibaraki No. 2 Psychiatric Hospital recently."

Suzuki Wen's "good face" wrinkled: "In the beginning, a few patients reported that they saw a black twisted figure dressed as a doctor with a shovel."

He stretched out his hand and gestured: "Because it was the reaction of some mental patients, I didn't pay attention at first, but after that, the nurse on duty discovered that there was indeed someone carrying a shovel walking in a closed outdoor activity place."

"The No. 2 Mental Hospital in Ibaraki Prefecture cannot be said to have complete facilities, but it is basically very difficult to infiltrate, and no one is allowed to infiltrate. Besides, what is the purpose of this man sneaking in? What is his purpose? My second In the next day, the security arrangements were strengthened, and the monitors were observed..."

A look of fear appeared on Suzuki Wen's face: "Master Beichuan, you are well-informed, and you should understand what I mean...that man with a shovel...appeared out of thin air. Disgusting from the ground out of the liquid. Get it? He just appeared out of nowhere."

Wen Suzuki can still barely control his emotions, not letting himself lose his composure too much. But his voice had already begun to tremble.

"Go on."

Beichuan Temple stretched out his hand to calm down the other party's emotions.

"After that, I had people observe his appearance and range of activities. At first, the man could only hang around near the cafeteria, but gradually he was able to walk near the wards on the second floor. Especially recently, there have been Patients began to disappear, and in order to prevent accidents, I have stopped the nurses and doctors on duty near the first and second floors from being on duty at night."

Wen Suzuki exhaled heavily, and could no longer care about his own image. He walked over and grabbed Beichuan Temple's palm, and asked all over his face: "Master Beichuan, do you have a solution to this matter? If this matter is not resolved Not to mention that some functions of the hospital have ceased, and the emotions of the doctors and nurses are not stable, if this continues, the Second Mental Hospital will be abandoned."

"I understand." Beichuan Temple pondered for a while, then nodded and agreed: "This matter is relatively simple in general. I want to go to your hospital in person tomorrow. There should be no problem, right?"

"No problem, as long as Master Beichuan agrees."

Wen Suzuki wiped the sweat from his forehead, and forced a smile on his 'good face': "As for the compensation for this matter, what do Master Kitagawa think of the three million yen?"

Three million yen?

Beichuan Temple's complexion changed.

It's just too easy to get three million yen just by going there.

It's really different for those who run a hospital at home, and they can play with the capital of a hospital.

Taking this into consideration, Beichuan Temple felt at ease when it took the money. After all, the other party is also someone who can afford a hospital, and their family doesn't care about the millions of yen at all.

"Tomorrow, I will go there in person, as well as the patients who responded, as well as the nurses and doctors. I hope Mr. Suzuki can cooperate with me and let me ask them alone."

"There's no problem at all, everything is on me." Suzuki Fumi swore, patting his chest.

"Well. That's all for today. Dean Suzuki still wants Mr. Hirasaka, so I'll take my leave first."

Beichuan Temple stood up without changing his expression, greeted the two of them, and then left without hesitation.

Seeing Beichuan Temple leave completely, Suzuki Wencai couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "You are so old and mature. When I was at the age of Master Beichuan, I didn't know how long I would be excited when I heard that there was an order or reward of 3 million yen, but Beichuan There was no expression on the mage's face, as if the money meant nothing to him."

Hirasaka Ichiro also joked when he saw him like this: "Isn't that right, I have personally seen Master Beichuan eliminate spirits. If I hadn't always had a good relationship with your father, I wouldn't have introduced him to you."

After saying this, he also sighed from the bottom of his heart:

"I really want Yingshu and those bastards to see that they are already a little unmoved by foreign objects at such a young age."

As he spoke, he and Ami Suzuki looked at each other and smiled.

Turned into a copy of ghost stories——

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