This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

Beichuan Temple had just arrived in Bashan City, and he didn't want to cause too much trouble. He quickly came to the B\u0026B hotel he had booked in advance on the Internet, had a meal under the enthusiastic guidance of the proprietress, and then soaked in a hot spring.

Of course, during the bath, Xi Kujo, who had been lying on his shoulders, was left by him in the room to play.

So far he has no idea of ​​persecuting minors.

"Huh..." Beichuan Temple let out a heavy breath amidst the hot spring smoke, and he began to organize his thoughts as usual.

Now that I am in Bashan City, the next thing to do is very simple.

Beichuan Temple's thoughts were flying.

First of all, the deserted Xucha High School must be visited. If possible, it is best to enter it during the day. After all, the visibility is good, and he doesn't need to carry a flashlight, and his hands are free.

The second thing is that Beichuan Temple is going to meet the old teacher from Sucha High School.

He asked Okano Yoshiko to investigate the files that day, of course not only about the fire at Sucha High School, but also the contact information in the hands of teachers who dispersed to other schools after the emergency closure of the school.

Ten years have passed, and everything has changed.

Beichuan Temple contacted through various means, but only one old teacher at that time could be contacted.

The old teacher now lives in Bashan City, which saves Beichuan Temple the time to go to other places.

The third thing is the survey on the graduates of Xucha High School.

Since Xucha High School was closed urgently after the fire, some paper information at that time may be left in the library of Xucha High School. Beichuan Temple is now going to investigate, and there may be other unexpected gains. Therefore, it is an inevitable option to go to the library to check.

Just as Beichuan Temple was thinking secretly, there was the sound of something jumping into the hot spring suddenly.

Beichuan Temple looked intently and found that at some point, a little girl puppet wrapped in a small white cloth was floating on the surface of the hot spring water.

Those eyes that looked like living things seemed to sense that Beichuan Temple had found him. The body of the puppet trembled, and it floated on the surface of the water quickly and drifted towards the depths of the hot spring.

Her speed has a feeling of riding the wind and breaking the waves.

"..." Beichuan Temple.

Beichuan Temple expressionlessly pulled out his bath towel from the small bench behind him, and wrapped it around his waist.

After doing this, Beichuan Temple got up and came to Xi Kujo's pitiful side, grabbed her puppet's little ear with one hand, stepped out of the hot spring, opened the door, and threw her out with a blank expression.

After quickly completing this set of movements, Beichuan Temple had no intention of continuing to soak in the hot spring. He roughly wiped his body and hair, and changed into the bathrobe in the changing basket.

When he opened the door again, Xi Jiutiao had disappeared into the corridor.

Beichuan Temple didn't care about these things. After soaking in the hot springs, he just wanted to sleep well and prepare for tomorrow's rendezvous.

He opened the door, only to find that Xi Kutiao was leaning against the wall, his puppet's little head was watching the Red and White Song Concert rebroadcasted countless times on the TV, and his whole body was wet.

Although there is heating in the room, it is not good for the body to look like this.

Beichuan Temple touched his chin.

He didn't know if the spirit would catch a cold or have other symptoms of discomfort, so he simply came to the poor puppet of Xikujo with a hair dryer.

Seemingly aware of Beichuan Temple's movements, Xi Kujo seemed to be in an awkward situation, and the little head of the puppet turned humanely——

Afterwards, Beichuan Temple picked her up and blows them with a hair dryer.

From a distance of several centimeters, Beichuan Temple seemed to be able to feel the astonishment in Xi Kutiao's pitiful eyes.

He didn't care too much, and while blowing warm air on her with a hair dryer, he said:

"Your mother asked me to take good care of you. Since I promised her, I must do it."

"Maybe you haven't recognized me in your heart yet, but it's already a fact, so whether you hate me or not, I won't let you grow crooked into a useless person...ghost. I will use me to treat my sister that A set to teach you."

"Of course, no one can bully you except me."

"I promise."

Bei Chuan Si sat on the tatami, his eyes were clear, serious without any sophistry.

With his back straight, he loosened his grip on Xi Kutiao's poor hand, staring at her, waiting for her reply.

After a long time, under the watchful eyes of Beichuan Temple, the poor little puppet of Xijiutiao slowly turned its head, stood up awkwardly with its round feet, and walked towards him step by step.

She slowly climbed up to Beichuan Temple's thigh, pulled the long collar of his bathrobe with difficulty and kicked her legs, climbed to his shoulders, and finally hugged Beichuan Temple's side face with her round little hands.

Beichuan Temple's face was nestled against Xi Kujo's pitiful little face.

Beichuan Temple could feel the puppet trembling slightly.

Mother disappeared, and she followed Beichuan Temple alone, no matter how she thought about it, she couldn't feel at ease.

"..." Beichuan Temple remained silent.

He knew that it was useless to continue saying anything at this time, so he could only reach out and touch Xi Kutiao's poor little head.

After a while like this, Xi Kutiao let go of the puppet's chubby little hand, and slapped it on Beichuan Temple's right shoulder.

"Sleep." Beichuan Temple's flat voice sounded.

This made Xi Kutiao even more relaxed, and the whole puppet lay quietly on its stomach.

After the puppet was completely quiet, Beichuan Temple put her into the bed on the other side, and sighed in his heart.

Poor Nishi Kujo is undoubtedly very pitiful. Her mother, Mika Nishi Kujo, committed suicide and disappeared after completing her revenge, leaving her alone.

The wicked have been punished, but the scars left behind cannot be erased by time.

Beichuan Temple rubbed his temples, and glanced sideways at the time.

It was already ten o'clock in the middle of the night, there was a strong wind blowing outside the window, and the heating in the room made it impossible to fall asleep soundly.

Whether the world is warm or cold, these Beichuan temples have no control.

He stretched—

Just want a quick rest.

 …

The next day, Beichuan Temple got up as usual, stuffed Xi Jiutiao, who was lying on her body at some point, into the closet, and took out her who was banging on the closet door after changing her clothes.

Sensing the sad little expression on the puppet's face, Beichuan Temple didn't change his face.

You must know that he is going to change clothes, and this must not be seen by a poor little girl like Xi Kujo.

So in this regard, he is confident enough.

"Let's go." Beichuan Temple said, stuffing Xi Jiutiao into her scarf, only showing a part of her small head.

Looking at it from a distance, it is impossible to see what is stuffed in Beichuan Temple's scarf.

After doing all this, Beichuan Temple took his wallet, opened the Japanese-style sliding door, and left decisively.

Today's goal is straightforward and simple.

Let's go to Xucha High School to check out!

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