This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

People's desires are constantly expanding. Maybe the original intentions are good at the beginning, but as time goes by, their intentions will naturally change.

Even if some people can stick to their true intentions and never forget the past, there is no shortage of bad people in the world.

In the beginning, people's prayers were actually very simple. They were nothing more than simple wishes such as praying for children to have a normal birth, repairing wells, etc. But... I don't know from that day... or from that person... the prayers started. From the beginning, pure desire was mixed with distracting thoughts.

Hope that his love rival will die in some cruel way.

I hope to drag myself down and let myself suffer the consequences of old age and die as soon as possible.

I hope the people with whom I have land disputes die soon...

"It sounds like the gift was corrupted by evil thoughts."

Asamiya Eisei's voice came from the Kagura bell.

She stayed in the Kagura Bell and listened to Kamiya Mirai's narration. She waited until Kamiya Mirai had almost finished speaking before she spoke.

Beichuan Temple reacted quickly:

"The thing sent by hand... Eternal life, do you mean that the Box of Disaster is the same thing as the Mouchi Witch's Certificate on Future's neck?"

"No, essentially speaking, the Mouchi Miko's Certificate in the hands of Miss Future is actually a more complete 'hand-mailed thing', just like I introduced the hand-mailed thing before -"

"Mikos, priests, monks, etc., when they are about to die, they seal their experiences, memories, and good thoughts in their favorite personal items, so as to achieve the effect of passing on the inheritance. This is the handwriting things.”

At this point, Asamiya Nagase's voice stopped, and then continued: "This type of hand-mailed object is biased towards 'objects'. It will not respond to anyone's prayers and extract good thoughts and memories from it. Once it comes out, it will lose its original function.”

"What Miss Eternal Time means is that the Disaster Box is different from the Mouchi Witch's Certificate, and is another type of hand-mailed object?" Mirai Kamiya thought for a while and asked.

"Just as you might imagine."

Asamiya Eisei did not hide her head on this issue, she answered simply: "In addition to the type of hand-mailed things that tend to be 'items', such as Mouchi Miko's Certificate, there is another type of hand-mailed things. .. Before death, people discard all their memories, experiences, and common sense, leaving behind the dying person’s own thoughts.”

"I want my family to be revived, and I want my daughter or son to live a better life after my death... This idea is correct, but because this kind of hand-mailed object itself is a mechanical thing, naturally It can easily be used by people with ulterior motives. That’s why I say it is flawed.”

After hearing Asamiya Eise's vivid statement, Kitagawaji and Kamiya Mirai also understood what the essence of the Box of Disaster was.

The so-called box of disaster is actually something sent by someone infected with evil thoughts.

The things inside have no consciousness, and all they have are pure evil thoughts.

"But even so, after so many years of accumulation, the evil thoughts in the Box of Disaster should be very large, otherwise it would not be so easy to kill people."

Asamiya Yongse sighed.

If that young woman knew that the gifts she left on this land were being used in this way, she would probably regret it greatly, right?

This can be considered a good intention but a bad thing.

"But regardless of whether the Box of Disaster itself is for praying for blessings or for something else, now it has been reduced to a tool to simply curse and kill others...Then the answer is relatively simple."

Kitagawaji didn't have the girlish sentiments to think about unnecessary things like Asamiya Eisei did.

For him, if something is done right, it is done right, and if something is done wrong, it must be solved.

"That's right." Asamiya Yongse threw his thoughts out of his mind.

For them, what they have to do next is actually very clear.

That is to find the Box of Disaster and remove all the evil thoughts inside...

Kitagawa Temple and Kamiya Mirai looked at each other. They actually had a vague idea about the person who took away the Box of Disaster.

...

night.

Inuzuka Yuka was leaning on the balcony, feeling the evening breeze.

It's almost summer, but Yamanashi Prefecture is not as hot and hot as Tokyo.

Under the cool night breeze, Inuzuka Yuka, who had just taken a bath, became somewhat awake.

She looked back.

Behind it is a room with neatly arranged furniture.

The floor of the room was wiped until it was shiny.

The books on the bookshelf were not moved.

It feels as if someone still lives here.

This is the room of Inuzuka Yuka's elder brother, Inuzuka Fukato.

Since her brother's death, she would always walk into this room after taking a bath and stand on the balcony to enjoy the cold air.

"Fukato..." Inuzuka Yuka said stiffly her brother's name.

Look at this neatly tidied room.

Inuzuka Yuka took a deep breath and lay flat on the floor of the room.

The snow-white ceiling also comes into view.

When my brother... died, did he see the same scene?

Inuzuka Yuka clung to the floor, as if trying to absorb the warmth of her dead brother from the wooden floor.

But that was all in vain.

My brother is dead.

He died right in front of himself.

My father...and my mother...were crying very sadly...until now

This is really——

At the thought of this, Inuzuka Yuka's body lying on the floor couldn't help curling up in pain.

She reached out her hand and covered her mouth, her face twisted in discomfort.

Finally, Inuzuka Yuka couldn't hold it in any longer, and a low laughter burst out of her mouth.

Her laughter was very low, and her fair face turned red from holding it in for too long.

Inuzuka Yuka turned over and pulled up her sleeves.

Under the bright light, Inuzuka Yuka's arms were covered with burn marks and bruises.

There are still some places that feel painful to the touch, but Inuzuka Yuka still can't suppress the twisting gray pleasure.

only...

Inuzuka Yuka stood up from the ground again and took out her mobile phone.

On the phone screen is the chat history of Otomo Ai comforting her on LINE——

Otomo Ai: There's no need to be sad, Yuka. With Kitagawa-senpai and Kamiya-senpai here, Fukato's matter should be resolved soon. Now we just need to wait quietly for good news from the two of them.

Seeing this comforting message, Inuzuka Yuka took a deep breath, raised her hand and replied:

‘Thank you, Sister Ai, for your comfort. I just thought about my brother’s matter, and then I couldn’t help crying. Thank you so much for your comfort. ’

After typing, Inuzuka Yuka sent it out, and a sense of uneasiness flashed through the calm mood in her heart.

Beichuan Temple...

There's something wrong with that young man...

Something is really wrong.

To be able to defeat seventy or eighty people alone... This kind of thing is undoubtedly against common sense.

Not good...really not good.

That is to say, this kind of irrational person has now begun to investigate Fukada's affairs...

"If they haven't returned to Tokyo tomorrow... let's go find out more. No matter what, what should be done should be done."

Inuzuka Yuka muttered to herself, and then walked to Inuzuka Fukato's desk.

She reached out and opened the desk drawer, and a slightly roughly polished black box jumped into view.

Just looking at this black box, Inuzuka Yuka felt a chill in his body, and there seemed to be various human voices whispering vaguely in his ears.

This is the Disaster Box that Kitagawa Temple and Kamiya Mirai have been looking for——

Just when Inuzuka Yuka was about to reach out and touch the dark box surface.

The cell phone she had been holding in her hand suddenly rang.

Telephone?

Inuzuka Yuka lowered her head and subconsciously glanced at the names on the screen of her mobile phone.

Then...

Inuzuka Yuka's pupils shrank and her breathing became rapid.

On the screen of her mobile phone were the names of people.

Beichuan Temple.

"Why you?!"

She took two quick steps back, and the palm of her hand holding the phone trembled slightly.

Just now, Inuzuka Yuka was still thinking about Kitagawa Temple, but the other party called him in the blink of an eye.

In a sense, this is bad luck coming true?

No...don't panic.

Inuzuka Yuka shook her head vigorously.

His disguise was perfect.

Whether it's the sad tone when talking about her brother or the image of a positive collaborator...she is flawless.

Maybe Beichuanji just came to get some evidence from her?

How could Beichuanji, who had no clues at all, know what he had done?

Thinking of this, Inuzuka Yuxiang's mood became calm again.

Considering that it might be a little unnatural if she didn't answer the phone, Inuzuka Yuka lowered her voice and her tone was hesitant, creating a timid feeling: "Kita, Kitagawa-senpai, please call me so late. What's the matter with the call?"

Beichuan Temple over there did not hesitate and just said in a calm tone:

"I want to ask you something. I wonder if Miss Inuzuka is free now? Can you come out and meet her?"

Are you going to ask me something?

Inuzuka Yuka narrowed her eyes, but her voice was still a little awkward: "But Kitagawa-senpai, it's already seven o'clock in the evening."

"This may be related to your brother's death. If possible, please ask Miss Inuzuka to come. I also called Otomo, and everyone will be waiting for you at Kamikawa Park."

"..." Inuzuka Yuka.

Kitagawa Temple has already talked about Inuzuka Fukato, and it would seem a bit suspicious if she refuses.

The image of collaborators created in front of Beichuan Temple and the others might also be shaken.

Inuzuka Yuka thought for a moment and then spoke: "Okay. It's in Kamikawa Park, right? I'll be there right away."

After Inuzuka Yuka finished speaking, she hung up the phone and looked at the box of disaster lying quietly in the drawer.

She looked struggling, but finally took it out of the drawer and stuffed it into her pocket along with her phone.

After making these preparations, she put on her long sleeves and walked downstairs with only her keys.

When passing by the living room, Inuzuka Yuka stopped for a moment, and then said hello to his parents who were sitting blankly in the living room: "Father, mother, I'm going out for a moment."

No one answered.

They just stared blankly at the table, like zombies.

Seeing this scene, Inuzuka Yuka didn't say much. She just walked to the entrance in silence, then put on her shoes and opened the door.

The coolness of the night breeze penetrated into the bone marrow and dissipated the body temperature, causing Inuzuka Yuka to shake his shoulders subconsciously.

She looked up.

It was empty and dark outside the door.

Looking at this scene, Inuzuka Yuxiang had an inexplicable illusion.

It seems that once you step out of this door, you will never come back.

Inuzuka Yuka shrank back hesitantly.

But--

Thinking of how his parents didn't care about him just now, a self-deprecating smile appeared on Inuzuka Yuka's face.

She didn't hesitate any longer and stepped out of the house.

Under the night wind and street lights, Inuzuka Yuka's thin murmur also sounded:

"After all...I don't belong to this family at all."

...

Kamikawa Park is actually not far from Inuzuka's house.

It only took Inuzuka Yuka more than ten minutes to walk there.

At this time, the street lights on both sides of the park were emitting a dim glow, and the flat ground was paved with park infrastructure.

Seesaw, single and parallel bars, slide...

This extremely quiet atmosphere is completely different from the bustle during the day, forming an indescribable sense of contrast.

Between the dead landscape trees and bushes, there seemed to be a black figure flickering slightly, which made people feel chills in their hearts.

But--

"Is there no one here?" Inuzuka Yuka couldn't help but muttered.

Yes, the park is empty. At first glance, you can't see Kitagawaji or Otomo Ai at all.

Could it be that Beichuanji was taking advantage of him for fun?

Inuzuka Yuka couldn't help but think so.

But the next moment——

"What are you doing?"

The young man's voice suddenly rang in his ears. Inuzuka Yuka's hair stood on end and he looked back.

There was a young man standing behind him.

Because there was no light behind him, he could not clearly see the expression on his face.

There was an ominous black airflow lingering around his face, and every time he turned, it seemed to suck all the temperature out of the air.

That bloody, cold gaze was like a rasp, penetrating his muscles and scraping his bones inch by inch.

Seeing this situation, Inuzuka Yuka could no longer suppress the panic in her heart and shouted loudly:

"Ahhhh!!!"

Seeing Inuzuka Yuka's expression, the young man took two steps forward silently, his rather cold face exposed to the light.

After seeing the other party's appearance, Inuzuka Yuka gradually stopped screaming, her voice full of disbelief:

"Ki, Kitagawa-senpai?!"

The sudden appearance of Kitagawa Temple scared her a lot. At that moment, Inuzuka Yuka almost thought she had met a perverted murderer.

Now that Inuzuka Yuka saw it clearly, she relaxed a lot. She looked behind Kitagawaji, but she did not find Kamiya Mirai or Otomo Ai.

Seeing this, she opened her mouth and asked without understanding: "Uh... I'm sorry, Senior Kitagawa, where are Senior Kamiya and Sister Ai? Didn't I say they are all here?"

"Not urgent."

Beichuan Temple waved his hand and said calmly: "Before they come, I still have questions to ask you."

"has a problem...?"

Inuzuka Yuka blinked in confusion, and then she laughed dryly: "But I have already told you everything I know, Kitagawa-senpai, even if you say this suddenly..."

"No...you definitely know the answer to the question I'm going to ask next."

Beichuanji shook his head gently.

Seeing Inuzuka Yuka's incomprehensible expression, he asked word by word:

"I want to ask you...how do you feel about indirectly killing your brothers Fukato Inuzuka and Fukada?"

"Inuzuka Yuka...oh, no...it should be...Hayakawa Yuka."

Thanks to me, Wang Billy, for giving me such a long name, Ganzhao, Qinxin Moyan, and I want to change my name! Thank you so much!