This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

Beichuan Temple walked to a place where there was no one, took out the pitiful Nishikujo from the scarf, and said with a serious expression:

"Poor, do you really have a way to let me in?"

Poor Nishikujo did not speak, but stretched out a round hand to grasp the palm of Beichuan Temple.

Under her guidance, messages containing her thoughts were passed on.

"Can you use the special magnetic field on your body to control the machines used by the two supernatural forum hosts to draw lucky guests?"

Beichuan Temple was a little surprised.

He originally thought that the pitiful Nishikujo was similar to Beichuan Eri, just a simple little girl, but he didn't expect that she would have this ability.

Of course, Nishikujo's poor control ability cannot be compared with professional hackers. She can only affect some simple machines.

If the other party brought the large computer over for the on-site lottery, it would be pitiful for Nishikujo, and Beichuan Temple would have to find another suitable time to enter the Xucha High School.

But no matter what, Nishikujo Poor's ability is still very useful.

If it succeeds, he can find an excuse to get rid of the two forum hosts and explore by himself.

Beichuan Temple wrapped it back in a thick scarf, and looked back at the young people of Shisha High School.

These youthful young people who seem to have nowhere to vent are red-faced discussing tonight's live show.

Xucha High School, this is a place where rumors spread on the Internet.

At this moment, lovers of these spiritual attractions may be able to see the secrets.

Why doesn't this make them excited?

Beichuan Temple retracted his gaze.

It seems that the two supernatural forum hosts will not come for a while, and there are so many onlookers here.

Then there is no point in staying here.

Anyway, if Poor Nishikujo cannot succeed tonight, then he will wait for these two supernatural forum masters to finish their work before coming back.

but

"If anything happens," Beichuan Temple looked at the abandoned Shicha High School again.

If these two supernatural forum hosts really had an accident inside and attracted the police, it would not be fun.

At that time, it may be possible that the surrounding area of ​​Shicha High School will be banned.

Beichuan Temple pondered this question for a while, and finally shook his head and gave up.

‘If my poor ability doesn’t work, I’ll just find a corner to enter Shicha High School. Anyway, it’s late at night at ten o’clock, and if I move faster, no one should see it. ’

He made up his mind, added the other party's live broadcast room on the tubing on his mobile phone, set the attention reminder, and left the place.

Now Suka High School can't go, so he has only one other thing to do.

Visit the former teachers of Sucha High School!

As mentioned above, today is the day that Beichuan Temple and the old teacher of Xucha High School agreed.

The teacher's name is Ryo Sato. He is an unmarried male. After retiring, he lives alone in a studio apartment somewhere in Yashan City.

At this time, Beichuan Temple was walking according to the instructions on the electronic map sent by the other party.

The Sato teacher also blamed himself for the fire incident in the Suka High School that year, and believed that the failure to hear the students' calls for help in time was also attributable to the fault of his teacher on duty at the time.

But in fact, the fire broke out very quickly in Class B of Senior Two, with obvious signs of arson. When the old teacher heard the call for help, it was only five or six minutes before he ran over, and the senior class B was already burning up in front of him.

The fire was so strong that even the steel sheet wrapped around the classroom door was burnt and deformed. The classroom door could not be opened. People inside couldn't get out, and people outside couldn't get in. He had to call the firefighter. Listen to the wailing of the students.

That hell-like scene is unacceptable to any teacher.

"It should be here." Beichuan Temple put away the phone and looked at the apartment building in front of him.

This apartment building looks very dilapidated, with a single handrail staircase outside, and it looks like there is only a simple staircase at the entrance and exit.

There are two floors above and below, with a pitched roof.

There are still black marks on the old lime wall, and a row of withered potted plants is planted on the cement handrail on the second floor.

This dilapidated appearance made Beichuan Temple frown.

In this kind of place, as long as the economy is a little bit more economical, people will not choose to live.

It can also be seen from this that Sato Ryo's treatment after retirement is not very good.

This is no wonder, after all, Sato Ryo is a faculty member from the “notorious” Suka High School. He may be forcibly dismissed before the contract expires, and Japanese teachers have “retirees before the contract expires, and pensions” It is inevitable that the other party’s life will become increasingly difficult.

But when Kitagawa Temple communicated with the other party through the phone, he could still feel Sato Ryo's blood that had not yet dissipated.

Ryo Sato lives in apartment No. 265. It is the most inside and the place with the worst lighting.

The outside environment is so bad, how can the treatment of the single room in the innermost apartment be better?

Beichuan Temple shook his head and pulled his scarf. After confirming that his appearance had not been lost, he walked upstairs and went deep into apartment No. 265 and stopped.

Knock knock knock.

He reached out and knocked on the standard security door of the apartment, and stood outside the door for a while.

The door did not open, as if there was no one in the room at all.

"?" Beichuan Temple.

The air was silent, and apartment No. 265, which was originally isolated from light, seemed to plunge into a deeper level of darkness.

This atmosphere is obviously wrong, and the ominous premonition in Beichuan Temple's heart is getting stronger and stronger.

From the depths of the room in front of him, there was a subtle smell of blood!

"Mr. Sato!"

Bang bang bang!

Beichuan Temple couldn't help reaching out and tapping the anti-theft iron door. This huge sound quickly aroused the dissatisfaction of the residents nearby.

Soon, a tall, thin, middle-aged man opened the door and looked over impatiently:

"What's the noise? Sato can hear it even if it's not so loud! I remember he brought a young woman into his house yesterday. Hey, he can't get up now, right?"

The tall middle-aged man said teasingly.

"Young woman?" Beichuan Temple's subordinates stopped, and looked over with cold eyes:

"What young woman? Name? Looks? Appearance? What do you know?"

He approached the tall middle-aged man, his voice was cold.

"I" the tall middle-aged man looked impatient, and planned to send Beichuan Temple away directly, but was stared at by Beichuan Temple Senhan's eyes, the whole person's heart trembled, and the voice stammer instead.

"I, I don't know, that guy Sato had some contact with that woman yesterday, and I have never seen him bring other people here."

"What does that woman look like?"

"It's too dark. I didn't see clearly that my height should not be high. I was carrying a big travel bag."

Beichuan Temple's sorrowful gaze made the tall man's scalp numb, he swallowed and spoke.