This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

Fumi Suzuki is the leader of this series of events, and besides him, it cannot be anyone else.

After all, the other party is the director of this hospital, no matter what, he can't get rid of the suspicion.

"Oh? Not worthy of this dress?" Suzuki Fumi looked confident and calm, he smiled: "I am the dean of this mental hospital, do you understand what I mean?"

Beichuan Temple glanced at him, but did not answer his words.

As the dean of a mental hospital, but the person with the biggest mental problem, this is the scariest thing.

With a smile on his face, Wen Suzuki took off the jar with eyeballs on the shelf beside him, unscrewed the bottle cap, and took out a glass from the bottom of the shelf indifferently.

He lifted the jar, poured the yellowed liquid into the glass, and then shook the glass in his hand:

Under the gaze of Beichuan Temple, Fumi Suzuki took a sip, his eyebrows stretched, and he praised:

"Well... Sure enough, it tastes good after soaking in white wine after processing."

Then he raised his head: "Master Beichuan, you really helped me deal with a big problem. I didn't expect that guy Narumi to be so difficult even after death."

Fumi Suzuki put the glass next to Narumi Kawakami's body, and while tightening the lid of the jar, he said: "As you can see now, this is my father, the actual person in charge of the Suzuki Group who started building this mental hospital. The basement that exists, I also discovered this place by accident after inheriting this hospital."

He turned his eyes to Beichuan Temple, and said in a gentle voice like an old friend: "I still can't figure it out, Master Beichuan, how did you discover this place—but that's not important."

"I think Master Beichuan should be very strange. Why, as one of the next heirs of the Suzuki Group, would I do such a thing?"

Wen Suzuki picked up the glass again and took a sip of the yellowed liquid in it: "I will explain to you, and likewise, I sincerely invite you to join me."

He ignored Beichuan Temple's cold gaze, and said word by word:

"I believe Master Beichuan, who has already found this place, should have investigated me as well. Including the inheritance method of Suzuki Pharmaceutical Group-although it is very childish, most of them are like what the outside media said. My sister and I were assigned to In the two places, the business status is used to determine the priority of the heirs and the inheritance of the family property."

"Really." Beichuan Temple replied flatly.

Suzuki Wen said with a relaxed expression: "The so-called business situation also includes the discharge rate, finances, etc... It's very complicated anyway, so I won't explain too much."

"Actually, I didn't do these things for the frivolous thing of reselling organs. Suzuki Pharmaceuticals is not short of the money..."

He wanted to say more, but Beichuan Temple had already interrupted his performance, and said coldly:

"For the discharge rate of patients and the good reputation of the No. 2 Mental Hospital in Ibaraki Prefecture."

Suzuki Wen showed a look of surprise, apparently he didn't expect Beichuan Temple to guess this step:

"Sure enough, Master Beichuan guessed it. That's right—it's because the time to decide the order of succession is approaching, so I have to do this kind of thing."

Beichuan Temple didn't care about his nonsense, but just said all the guesses in his heart:

"The purpose of taking in mentally disturbed homeless people is to gain a good reputation from all walks of life. At the same time, we specially select some patients who have no family and relatives to start with, declaring to the outside that they have been discharged from the hospital and regained a new life, whitewashing their performance since taking office. .In fact, they are sent here to be dealt with.”

Wen Suzuki nodded with a smile, agreeing with Beichuan Temple.

In fact, there are already many clues, as long as you pay a little attention, you can notice them.

Beichuan Temple has never been a careless person, so he can understand some obvious hints, and he continued without thinking: "And all the homeless mental patients who have no relatives outside and cannot contact the outside world are gathered by you on the first floor and the second floor. area of ​​the building so that it is easy to transport to this place.”

"The psychiatric patient Ino is the homeless man you took in recently. He is a typical homeless man without relatives from the outside world. He is also within your scope of treatment. The reason why he said 'I don't know, you don't see everything clearly, I don’t want to take medicine, I don’t want to get an injection’, not because he saw the undead of Narumi Kawakami, but because he saw the scene where you or someone forcefully took the patient away at night.”

Beichuan Temple showed a sarcastic expression: "But so what? He is just a mental patient. Normal people would not believe what he said. And he will be 'disposed' soon, so Dean Suzuki, you don't care."

Fumi Suzuki clapped his hands and smiled, with admiration in his eyes: "As expected, you are worthy of Master Beichuan, I am more and more optimistic about you."

Beichuan Temple was unmoved, and continued with a clear sentence:

"I also care about what Ms. Shimu said."

"Oh? Is it because of the out-of-key lyrics she chanted crazily all day?" Suzuki Fumi blinked.

Beichuan Temple raised a finger: "The statue of Janus is engraved on the gate of heaven."

"Doctors are called angels in white, this heaven can refer to hospitals, and the statue of Janus..."

Before Beichuan Temple finished speaking, Suzuki Wen said very cooperatively: "The statue of Janus refers to him being the oldest god of heaven in Roman mythology. His head has two sides. The old man facing forward faces the future, and the old man facing backward faces the future. face of youth facing the past."

Beichuan Temple just glanced at him, but ignored him, which made Suzuki Wen, who was very cooperative, feel a little embarrassed.

Beichuan Temple continued on his own: "At dawn, Janus will open the gate of the Heavenly Palace to let the day shine on the earth; in the evening he will close the gate to let the night fall on the world, which also has an allusion."

"The statue of Janus can also refer to the duality of things, and the opposite of heaven is hell."

Beichuan Temple raised his finger and pointed to the ground: "That is underground."

Suzuki Wen was silent.

Inexplicably, he began to feel apprehensive about Beichuan Temple's deduction.

"At the end of the day, it's all just speculation, and it's not much evidence. Next is the third patient, and it was she who made me really fall in love with this psychiatric hospital."

"Qanai?" Suzuki Wen's voice was pulled, and his eyes were lowered: "I don't remember letting that little ancestor see these scenes."

Nanami Qiaona is the bridge between him and Nanami Senator, and it is impossible for him to let Nanami Qiaona see these things.

Beichuan Temple laughed twice: "It's natural that you don't know this, because Mr. Suzuki, you have never been in contact with death, and you don't have eyes to see death."

"The eyes that look at death?" Fumi Suzuki raised his head in thought.

Beichuan Temple took out a small note from his pocket, slowly opened it, and showed it to Suzuki Wen.

There are only children's crooked handwriting on the clean little piece of paper.

'help me. '

"Qihai Qiaona never suffers from hallucinations or auditory hallucinations." Beichuan Temple's tone was flat.

"Some time ago, her mother died in front of her in a kidnapping case. Taking this incident as an opportunity, Qihai gained abilities that ordinary people cannot understand. She often saw ghosts and ghosts, but the adults didn't know what she was talking about, so they judged her Because of auditory and visual hallucinations, she was sent to the second mental hospital for treatment."

"What do you mean?" Wen Suzuki's face changed, obviously thinking of something.

Could it be possible——

"Kawakami Narumi is not a vengeful spirit."

Beichuan Temple folded the note and put it back into his pocket.

From this little note, he saw a little girl's desire for life.

Living in this perverted environment, she was exhausted.

For this reason, she pretended to be crazy and stupid, and threw herself into the arms of Beichuan Temple.

And Beichuan Temple was able to understand her meaning in time, reacted, put the note in the bottom of his sleeve, and performed a performance.

It's just acting, don't think that facial paralysis is enough.

"The reason why Narumi Kawakami appeared in Nanami Qiaona's room was to tell her the truth of the matter, because he is Nanami Qiaona's attending doctor. He also knows the importance of Nanami Qiaona to you-if there is no political circle Councilor Seven Seas supports, your position in the battle for leadership..."

Wen Suzuki snorted coldly, his face a little ugly.

If that happens, his status in the group will be extremely reduced, and his supporters will probably defect one after another.

Beichuan Temple stretched out a finger again.

He originally disdained to hit anyone with words, but Suzuki Fumi's actions had already made him feel deeply disgusted, and Beichuan Temple would never hesitate to stab such a person in the heart.

"If the above are guesses, then it's time for verification."

He pointed to the basement entrance.

Under Fumi Suzuki's disbelieving gaze, a puppet that looked like a living creature came staggeringly from the entrance of the basement.

Muppets?

can walk?

A walking puppet?

Suzuki's eyes widened.

But before he had time to react, the hideous puppet jumped up and kicked him on the bridge of the nose.

With a click, Fumi Suzuki let out a cry of pain, and blood gushed out.

With the power of this kick, the puppet flew in the air for a while, then stood on Beichuan Temple's shoulder, grinning at him.

"That's why you never think of it."

Beichuan Temple's voice became more and more indifferent.

There are still dead in the world.

There are good and bad of these dead, the bad ones will be regarded as wraiths, and the evil ones, Beichuan Temple will naturally get rid of them.

And kind spirits, like Xi Kujo and Asamiya Yongse, will follow Beichuan Temple to help him.

Suzuki Fumi, who played with the corpse of the dead wantonly, would never have imagined these things.

Wen Suzuki stood up holding his nose, his voice did not change much: "Master Beichuan, do you mean that I will expose it all because of the illusory concept of 'undead'?"

As he spoke, he couldn't help laughing: "Hahaha, that's how it is, that's why Master Beichuan was able to discover this place."

Beichuan Temple was expressionless.

After all, he is just an ordinary person. Of course, he didn't believe the theory of mental illness at the first time. If Nanami Konai hadn't handed him this note, Beichuan Temple probably wouldn't have cared too much about Ino and Stonewood tips.

Yes, just because they are mentally ill, that's all.

While he was thinking, Fumi Suzuki shook off the blood in his hands, and even invited him reluctantly:

"Then I want to ask Master Beichuan again, are you willing to join me? In order to prevent this kind of supernatural event from happening again, I need your help."

Um?

Beichuan Temple frowned, wondering if this person's head is rotten, why is he still thinking about such unrealistic things.

"There is nothing in the world that cannot be solved with capital, Master Beichuan."

Seemingly aware of the emotion in Beichuan Temple's eyes, Suzuki Fumi said with a smile: "Master Beichuan doesn't need to be sad. The people here are just mentally abnormal homeless people. They are the scum of society, maggots, no matter where they go. Hungry, at least I let them experience the feeling of being fed and clothed in their limited lives."

"As long as you are willing to help, after this matter is over, I can transfer some lucrative industries under the Suzuki Pharmaceutical Group to you. If Master Beichuan wants to do good things, I can also transfer a lot of money to Master Beichuan now. Think about it Look, with that money, can't you help a lot of people? Displaced children, people who lost everything because of natural disasters and man-made disasters..."

"How about it? Master Beichuan, think about it, this is a good deal."

Suzuki Wen's eyes were gentle and his voice was sonorous and powerful: "All of this happened underground, so it should be buried underground. I can fund you to do any good deeds. As long as you are willing to help me, no matter how much money, I will give you money." can be taken out.”

Under Suzuki Wen's gaze, all the indifferent expressions of Beichuan Temple retreated away.

He looked at Wen Suzuki, and without any consideration, he spoke simply and calmly.

"I'm not a saint, but I have the bottom line of being a human being."

It is true that Beichuan Temple will not be the Holy Mother from now on, because there are so many troubles and misfortunes in this world, it is impossible for him to take care of them all, and it is impossible for him to be sympathetic to others all the time - this is unrealistic.

The great benevolent person mentioned by Wen Suzuki is not Beichuan Temple at all.

Beichuan Temple also has selfish desires, because people are only human if they have selfish desires, and living like Suzuki Fumi said is too tiring.

But since he has selfish desires, why should he meddle in the hospital's affairs?

Wouldn't it be better to simply take the money and leave?

The reason is also very simple, Beichuan Temple has its own bottom line as a human being.

The bottom line restrains selfish desires, so human beings are smart.

Beichuan Temple liked this sentence very much.

And Suzuki Wen's current behavior is undoubtedly challenging his bottom line.

Suzuki Wen could only sigh after hearing this obvious refusal, and said in a regretful tone:

"That would be such a pity."

As soon as this sentence fell, it was like a signal.

Beichuan Temple immediately felt something cold in the back of his head.

"Don't move, Master Beichuan, it will be bad if you accidentally make a hole in your head."

Last Yuexiang's cold voice came from behind.

Her face was cold, and she held a swarthy pistol in her hand——

It was clinging to the back of Beichuan Temple's head.

Thank you Chilian Magic Scorpion for your reward! Thank you so much!