This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

Chapter 30 Are you a murderer or am I a murderer?

The gleaming metal bat was smashed down by the wind pressure!

Beichuan Temple could see the expression of Yoshiko Okano wanting to take out his pistol and shoot the murderer, and he could also see Mirai Kamiya's expression of panic and surprise around him.

'I thought this guy could hold back until Ryoko left. '

Beichuan Sixin couldn't help shaking his head, and didn't have any expectations for the reward.

In the face of Okano Yoshiko and Kamiya Mirai who looked like they saw a ghost, Kitagawa Temple took two steps back with a cold face, and after avoiding the deadly bat, his right leg was slammed into Jiuli at an incredible angle. On the black shadow who staggered two steps forward.

The opponent was kicked several meters away by this kick!

Click! ! !

The crisp sound of cracking ribs made Okano Yoshiko and Kamiya Mirai both open their mouths.

What's happening here?

They didn't come back to their senses until Beichuan Temple picked up the metal bat that had fallen from the ground and chased after the prisoner who barely got up and didn't choose his way.

This process took only a few seconds, but it gave them the illusion that several years had passed.

"...Isn't...this...?" Okano Ryoko opened his eyes wide, looking at the back of Beichuan Temple who was not only not afraid, but also resolutely chased after him, his mouth twitched.

What's happening here?

Can you picture this scene? The murderer hunkered down with a bat in his hand, but he didn't expect the victim to be more terrifying than the murderer.

Even in turn, use the opponent's bat to chase and kill the opponent?

"...Is this the murderer's inversion? The real murderer is actually the boy Bei Chuan?"

Okano Yoshiko couldn't help muttering to himself.

But the policewoman who came was still not ambiguous, and after a few words of advice to Shen Guwei, who was still there, she followed up uneasy.

Only Shengu Mirai, who was in a daze, stared blankly at the backs of the three people who ran out.

"What is this all about?"

In winter, she was alone, a little lonely.

…

Beichuan Temple was holding a metal bat, his eyes were full of death.

The opponent moved very fast, and he almost disappeared in less than a moment.

But it is not difficult for him to catch up with the opponent.

It's just that the night is still long, Beichuan Temple wants to let him run for a while, and it's best to spare some time for him to ask questions alone.

If Yoshiko Okano was here, he would have a lot of things to ask—

He stood there and waited for a while, then he followed with a calm expression, holding the metal bat.

…

Ishikawa Kaito never thought that there would be a day when he would be chased by others.

"Is that high school student a monster?!"

Behind him was the back of Beichuan Temple stretched by the street lamps. The other party was dragging a baseball bat, and there was a clanging sound along the way. It made people feel that the other party was more terrifying and cruel than him, a perverted murderer.

Am I a murderer or are you a murderer? ! !

He really wanted to scold the chasing guy behind him.

But Ishikawa Kaito doesn't have that courage now.

Because just now, taking advantage of the light, he could clearly see Beichuan Temple's expression.

Beichuan Temple's face was covered with frost, even if he kicked a few of his ribs, he didn't seem to have much fluctuation. The cold light in his pupils and the expressionless expression on his face made him look like a ruthless butcher and an anatomy doctor.

"That guy... that guy is definitely not normal!" Kaito Ishikawa spit out a mouthful of bloody foam, barely panting against the wall for a while.

It was the first time he saw such a thing, and now thinking about it made his calves tremble.

The sound of the metal bat calling for death sounded again.

The high school student in the back seemed dissatisfied with his break and stopped, and slammed the road with a metal bat.

It felt as if the bat was going to smash his head in the next second.

"Bastard!" Hearing the gloomy voice, Ishikawa Kaito suddenly turned over and ran out in panic.

He ran a long way again.

But the sound of the metal bat still lingers in his ears, like a fear-inducing medicine.

How did he know where he went? Why is he not in a hurry? What did I provoke?

Ishikawa Kaito was trembling all over, and he clenched his teeth so as not to cry out in fear.

Pain in his ribs forced him to slow down.

But as soon as he slowed down, the sound of the metal bat ding ding dong dong sounded hurriedly, as if it was about to rush towards him in the next second.

There is absolutely no way out for that weird high school student to come over!

Ishikawa Kaito's teeth chattered. He killed many people, mostly girls.

It was often on nights like this that he enjoyed the frightened expressions on the faces of those women.

But he never imagined that the feeling of fear that every toe seemed to be too stiff to move would be reflected in him one day.

Fear, hesitation, helplessness, fear, pain.

All this is depriving Ishikawa Kaito of his strength to move forward.

But the sound of the damn metal bat didn't stop at all! The other party seemed to have already figured out the direction of his escape, step by step slowly, giving him a sense of fear that he was about to approach, but always hung a certain distance.

Damn damn damn damn damn!

Physical strength is not enough, I must find a place to rest.

Kaito Ishikawa looked left and right, and found a garbage transport box, and fell into it in an instant.

No matter what season it is, there is always a stench of decay in the garbage dump, which cannot be changed. But Ishikawa Kaito still fell into the garbage dump without hesitation, not even daring to look outside, as if this was his home.

The sound of the metal bat gradually approached.

Clang clang clang.

And under the sound of metal bats, the opponent's footsteps sounded sick and crazy, and the heavy and hurried footsteps tightened Ishikawa Kaito's neck!

He held his breath, not daring to look outside.

At this moment, the crisp sound of the metal bat suddenly disappeared! The footsteps also stopped instantly.

Kaito Ishikawa's scalp tingled.

Even across the garbage pile, Kaito Ishikawa could feel the cold gaze from outside.

He stopped! ! ! ! Stop in front of this pile of garbage!

Ishikawa Kaito prayed to God and Buddha in his heart.

Perhaps it was his praying to God and worshiping Buddha that worked.

After the footsteps stopped for a while, they walked in another direction with a little hesitation.

At the same time, the sound of metal bats urging him to die gradually faded away.

gone!

Great joy hit Ishikawa Kaito's chest, and he almost didn't jump up.

But experienced and seasoned, he didn't rush out, but waited quietly.