This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

In this atmosphere, Kitagawa Temple glanced at Tobeda, and then continued without stopping:

"In fact, rather than saying that Ogiso Haru's condition has abated, it's better to say that his condition has worsened. Combined with the bloody scratches on the wall when he came here, it is very likely that he has suffered from schizophrenia."

The devil in the heart.

Does this mean the process from the appearance of another personality to the complete occupation of Haru Ogiso's body?

This point seems to be worthy of scrutiny now, but there is no problem with such an assumption.

Thinking of this, Beichuan Temple pulled his backpack and said calmly:

"In fact, there are more things that concern me than what I just explained."

"Is there anything more important to you?" Everyone swallowed their saliva unanimously, even shrinking their necks uncontrollably.

So Beichuan Temple can say such eerie things without changing his face, and now he still says that there are other things that he cares about?

This is too—

"According to the thoughts of Xiao Kisoharu who has turned into a wraith, after we come into contact with this room, there should be something that threatens us. Just like the chainsaw room just now, this room should also Something's going to happen."

Beichuan Temple analyzed.

"What..." Tanaka Takashi's face was a little ugly, he stretched out his hand to hook Hidesuke Yamaguchi's neck on the left, and forced a dry smile without looking back: "Brother Beichuan just thinks too much, maybe this room is just for people We simply decipher..."

Tanaka Takashi couldn't continue speaking halfway through his speech.

Because he found that the people around him looked at him with strange expressions.

Nokoto Miyamoto, Tobeda, Hidesuke Yamaguchi...

Wait a minute? Hidesuke Yamaguchi?

Since Hidesuke Yamaguchi is on the right, whose neck am I hooking?

Tanaka Takashi turned his head subconsciously.

a man.

To be honest, if the other party's head hadn't been split into two halves, he would definitely have a good reminiscence with the other party——

"Haha...haha...ha..." Takashi Tanaka stretched out his finger and pointed at the other party, and then pointed at himself with a dry smile. After a long while without laughing, he cried out full of despair and grievance: "Brother Beichuan, save me!"

In fact, without Takashi Tanaka opening his mouth, Beichuan Temple jumped up and punched the opponent's head that had been cut in half when he saw the opponent's movement.

Boom! ! ! ! !

Slap!

Tanaka Takashi's face was fried to pieces of finely minced meat, and the other party's stinky and purple tongue was still sticking to his mouth...

"Are you okay?" Beichuan Temple withdrew his hand and asked more or less.

...do I look like I'm okay?

Takashi Tanaka fell to the ground softly, his eyes were dazed, and he wanted to say this several times, but he held back.

After all, Beichuan Temple asked himself out of kindness, and without Beichuan Temple, he would have given his life here a long time ago.

only...

"Brother Beichuan, can't you be gentler?" Tanaka Takashi, who weighed more than one hundred pounds, was wronged like a little wife.

He only said this on the way, and the next moment was the familiar sound of flesh exploding, and then his head was covered with black liquid.

It turned out that at some point, another wraith fell from the ceiling, but he was kicked by Beichuan Temple as soon as the other party appeared, so Takashi Tanaka was not injured. Generally speaking, it was a gratifying ending.

But--

The black liquid was smelly and astringent. Takashi Tanaka, who was covered in this liquid all over his head, felt that he was in hell.

He wanted to cry but didn't have any tears, he just felt that it was the bad luck of eight lifetimes for him to be looked at by these resentful spirits.

"These liquids will quickly dissipate into the purest resentment, so you don't need to pay special attention." Beichuan Temple kindly explained, and then looked at the remnants of the resentment gradually dissipating on the ground.

Judging from the costumes of the two, the wraith hanging from the ceiling should be the baseball cap of the broadcaster. The other person was dressed in a doctor's costume and seemed to be Ogiso Haru's former attending psychiatrist.

The baseball cap is so dead that not even the spirit remains.

Then the younger sister of Nokoto Miyamoto who was traveling with him...

Beichuan Temple looked back at Miyamoto Nakoto, and shook his head gently.

Seeing Beichuan Temple's actions, Miyamoto Naikoto also turned pale, and her fingers tightly grabbed her cuffs.

To be honest, things have come to this point, and she is almost ready to accept the fact.

My younger sister is dead... Maybe she has become a ghost like a baseball cap.

Miyamoto Nakoto took a deep breath, calmed down a little, and nodded towards Beichuan Temple.

To be honest, if it weren't for the gloomy environment now, it is estimated that the other three people would have noticed something wrong with her long ago.

Beichuan Temple lowered his body, and took out another bronze key from the bodies of the two wraiths.

And the moment Beichuan Temple found the key, the speaker hanging in the corner made an unacceptable sound:

"Wait! You bastard! How did you do it?! It is absolutely impossible for normal people... What method did you use!"

The clown hiding in the loudspeaker spoke fiercely, and couldn't even keep calm.

According to the script, Beichuan Temple and the others should all die here and become new food for the spiritual realm.

But why is everything messed up now, not following the script at all? !

Its tone was full of resentment and resentment, and it continued to come out of the speaker like a knife:

"No matter how you did it! You're all going to die! I'll kill you with my own hands! You moths are not qualified to live in this world!"

These bloody and brutal words made everyone break out in cold sweat. They subconsciously looked at Beichuan Temple, only to find that Beichuan Temple's eyes were shining, and there was a sense of anticipation on his expressionless face.

"..." Everyone lowered their heads silently.

All right, Brother Beichuan, you just have to have fun.

After the other party finished speaking, the bookcase collapsed, revealing the hidden door behind it.

The metal lock head reflected the brilliance under the light of the flashlight.

"Use the keys in your hands! Come, come to me! I will break your necks!"

The other party grinned grinningly on the loudspeaker, and the next moment——

Beichuan Temple suddenly kicked on the iron gate.

Accompanied by the rumbling sound like a big truck running over, the iron door and its frame were kicked three or four meters away by Beichuan Temple.

The world is quiet.

The grinning stopped.

The sound behind the speaker disappears.

Let's pretend nothing happened.

This seems to be the attitude of the other party.

"Let's go." Beichuan Temple threw the key aside and greeted back.

"..." Everyone.

The four people behind glanced at the iron gate connected to the door frame, and then at Beichuan Temple, with complex expressions for a long time before nodding their heads and entering it.

 …

To be honest, Beichuan Temple is in a pretty good mood.

This spiritual domain gave him a good feeling, it really gave him a feeling that he was breaking through a haunted house.

To be honest, if he hadn't brought the four oil bottles on his back, he actually planned to spend a little time wandering around in this spiritual realm.

After all, more clues can be found that way, instead of rushing to the next place after a hasty investigation like now.

Turn the topic around.

The scene hidden behind the secret door is a dilapidated apartment scene.

The long corridor seems to be able to lengthen the soul, and the bottom cannot be seen at all.

Either way, this should be the last scene.

From the words of the clown... that is, Ogisoharu, I can hear what he meant.

In such a cold environment, Miyamoto Nokoto, who was already the weakest, couldn't help shrinking her neck.

Subconsciously, she held the flashlight that had replaced the batteries and shone it around.

light scattered...

Under the illumination of the flashlight, Miyamoto seemed to hear a familiar voice.

This familiar voice is getting louder... more urgent... more and more clear...

Finally turned into a word:

"elder sister."

"Nazhu?!"

Miyamoto Nakoto raised her head in horror and looked around.

At some point, she was left standing alone in a dark place.

It was chilly.

The front was gradually covered by fog.

Miyamoto Nokoto pinched the flashlight anxiously and looked around: "Natake?! Is it you? Give me an answer! Notake!"

Her voice spread far away in the white mist, revealing an ethereal, empty... empty feeling.

Miyamoto Nokoto's younger sister is named Miyamoto Notake, and the name of her blog is Higanka's Ghost Story House.

A year ago, Miyamoto Notake accepted the invitation to come here, and finally became one with the spiritual realm...

"I really... really... miss you."

Miyamoto Nokoto's voice was drawn out, and her eyes were blurred with tears at some point.

She really misses Notake Miyamoto.

But still no answer.

In this empty space, no one answered her.

after a long time.

I don't know where Miyamoto Notake made a faint voice.

"elder sister."

"Natake..." Hearing this soft call, Miyamoto Nokoto wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and looked around with a flashlight.

The sound was far away, flying to her front for a while, then turned to her right hand side, and then came to her left hand side, and even——

Right behind her!

Miyamoto Nokoto turned around.

It was a pair of black eyes.

There are no whites of any kind, just pure black instead of eyes.

Miyamoto Notake was wearing her favorite hooded windbreaker, her neck was hanging crookedly to one side, and her head was tilted abnormally at ninety degrees.

Black liquid kept pouring out of her eyes, and her bluish-white complexion showed her state.

"elder sister."

Miyamoto Notake looked at Miyamoto Notake with his head tilted ninety degrees.

Unlike the baseball caps, Notake Miyamoto seemed to maintain his sanity and did not attack Nokoto Miyamoto.

"Na, Notake?!" Miyamoto Noqin looked at her younger sister, but her expression softened.

Seeing her sister's infiltrating appearance, she was actually very scared, but——

Miyamoto Notake is still her family after all.

If he wanted to attack himself, Miyamoto Notake could have killed himself just now.

"Sister, I'm sorry. I'm already dead." Miyamoto Notake forced a smile on his pale face.

To be honest, Miyamoto Notake's smile like this is not pretty, it's even a bit creepy.

Her neck was limply twisted to one side, her head was limply hanging on her shoulders, and her face was still stained with black blood.

Hearing Miyamoto Notake's apology, Miyamoto Nakoto shook her head in pain, and said with trembling lips: "It's my fault, I didn't persuade you, I blame myself...Notake."

As she spoke, Miyamoto Naoqin fell limply to the ground and began to cry. While crying, she said:

"It's been like this since I was a child...Nazhu, you are smarter and more capable than me...No matter what you do, you do it very well. When I said I was going to write a novel, you always supported me, because my The reason...is...is...that I cannot live without you."

Miyamoto Nokoto sobbed in agony.

Miyamoto Notake is a very smart girl. She has always been among the best in her studies since she was a child, and she has her own opinions in everything she does.

Unlike Miyamoto Notake, Miyamoto Notake was very dull when she was a child, she was always in a daze and didn't know what she was thinking, so Miyamoto Notake has always accommodated her sister, and heard that her sister was going to write a book At that time, she even started to operate her own blog account without saying a word, and became a well-known ghost talk blogger.

The reason why she became a blogger of ghost talks is also very simple——

Nokoto Miyamoto wants to write material, and the Internet is a good place to search for such material.

For this reason, Notake Miyamoto paid a lot silently.

Miyamoto Notake tilted his head to look at Miyamoto Nokoto, and said calmly, "Sister, there is no one in this world who cannot live without someone."

"I've always wondered before, what will Sister Naiqin look like after she leaves me?"

She looked at Miyamoto Naoqin softly with her eyes: "In fact, after leaving me for a year, sister, you have become even more powerful. You can write your own book and publish it well, and you are very independent. I see such a sister , is actually very reassuring.”

"I..." Miyamoto Nokoto stared blankly at Miyamoto Notake.

Miyamoto Notake waved his hand, and said with great reluctance: "The days with my sister are very happy. So... sister, you should wake up."

Her spirit moved out of the way.

A faint golden air flow overflowed from the white mist ahead.

"Someone is here to pick you up, sister."

Miyamoto Notake smiled: "Thanks to that person, I can have a good talk with my sister in this space."

"Say hello to mom and dad for me."

"Bye now."

"elder sister."

Miyamoto Notake's figure gradually dissipated and became illusory.

"Notake!!!" Miyamoto Nokoto stretched out her hand to Miyamoto Notake.

It's just that her palm is too small to grasp the black air current scattered in the air.

During this year, she was just a walking dead, investigating what happened back then, and everything in the past troubled Miyamoto Nakoto.

Trapped in this cage, she couldn't break free, maybe until this moment, Miyamoto Nokoto couldn't let go.

The field of vision is shaking, and the surroundings are surging.

next moment...

Miyamoto Nokoto opened his eyes.

What catches the eye is the puppet lying on his chest, constantly exuding a pale golden air.

She looked at the doll.

The rag doll looked at her too.

After a while, Miyamoto Nokoto smiled.

Until the tears welled up from the corners of the eyes too——

Thank God~~~~ah~~~~ for the reward! Thank you so much!