This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

Beichuan Temple walked to a place where no one was around, took out Xijiutiao from the scarf, and said with a serious face:

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

Xi Kujo didn't speak poorly, but just stretched out his round hand to grab Beichuan Temple's palm.

Under her guidance, messages containing her thoughts were transmitted one after another.

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

Beichuan Temple was slightly surprised.

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

Of course, Nishi Kujo's poor control ability cannot be compared with professional hackers, she can only simply affect some simple machines.

If the other party brought a large computer over to conduct the on-site lottery, then even if Xikujo was poor, there would be nothing he could do, and Beichuan Temple could only find another suitable time to enter Xucha High School.

But no matter what, Xi Kujo's poor ability is still very useful.

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

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

These young people who seem to have nowhere to vent their youthful energy are discussing tonight's live broadcast with red faces.

Sucha High School, this is the place where rumors spread all over the Internet.

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

How could this not excite them?

Beichuan Temple looked away.

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

It doesn't make sense to stay here by yourself.

Anyway, if poor Xijiutiao can't succeed tonight, then he will wait until the two supernatural forum hosts finish their work before coming here.

but...

"If something really happens..." Beichuan Temple looked at the abandoned Xucha High School again.

If the two hosts of the supernatural forum had an accident inside and attracted the police, it would be no fun.

At that time, maybe the area around Sucha High School will be banned.

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

‘If the poor ability doesn’t work, then I’ll just find a corner and enter Sucha High School. Anyway, it’s already late at ten o’clock, so if I move faster, no one will see me. '

After making up his mind, he added the other party's live broadcast on Youtube on his mobile phone, and after setting a reminder to follow, he left this place.

Now Xucha can't go to high school, so there is only one other thing he has to do.

Visit Sucha High School's former teachers!

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

The teacher's name is Sato Ryo. He is unmarried and lives alone in a one-room apartment somewhere in Yashan City after retirement.

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

The Sato teacher also blamed himself for the Sucha High School fire incident that year, and believed that he, the teacher on duty at the time, was at fault for not hearing the students' cries for help in time.

But in fact, the fire in Class B of the second year of high school started very quickly, and there were obvious signs of arson. It took only five or six minutes for the old teacher to run over when he heard the call for help, and the senior class B was already on fire in front of him.

The fire was so intense that even the steel covering the classroom door was burned and deformed. The classroom door could not be opened, people inside could not come out, and people outside could not enter. He could only call the fire department and Listen to the wailing of the students.

That hell-like scene is unacceptable to any teacher.

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

This apartment building looks very dilapidated, and there is a single handrail staircase outside. It seems that there is only one simple staircase at the entrance and exit.

It has two upper and lower floors with a sloping roof.

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

This dilapidated appearance made Beichuan Temple couldn't help frowning.

This kind of place, as long as the economy is a little better, 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' Sucha High School, who may have been forcibly dismissed before the contract period expired, and Japanese teachers have "retirement before the contract period expires, pensions It is inevitable that the other party's life will become increasingly difficult.

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

Ryo Sato lives in Apartment 265. It is the innermost place with the worst lighting.

The environment outside is so harsh, how can the treatment of a single room in an apartment be better?

Beichuan Temple shook his head, pulled his scarf, and after confirming that his appearance was not lost, he went upstairs and went deep into the apartment room of No. 265 to stand still.

Knock knock knock.

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

The door didn't open, as if there was no one in the room at all.

"...?" Beichuan Temple.

The air was silent, and apartment 265, which was originally isolated from light, seemed to have fallen into a deeper darkness.

The atmosphere was obviously not right, and the ominous premonition in Beichuan Temple's heart became stronger and stronger.

From the depths of the room in front of him, there was an undetectable smell of blood!

"Mr. Sato!"

Bang bang bang!

Beichuan Temple couldn't help but reached out and slapped the anti-theft iron gate. The loud sound quickly aroused the dissatisfaction of the nearby residents.

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

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

The tall middle-aged man said mockingly.

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

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

He approached the tall middle-aged man with a cold voice.

"I..." The tall, middle-aged man looked impatient. He planned to send Beichuan Temple away, but when he was stared at by Beichuan Temple's Senhan, his whole heart trembled, and his voice stammered instead.

"I, I don't know, that guy Sato had a little contact with that woman yesterday...I haven't seen him bring anyone else here on weekdays..."

"What does that woman look like?"

"...it was too dark, I couldn't see clearly...he shouldn't be tall, and he was carrying a big travel bag.."

Beichuan Temple's serious gaze made the tall man's scalp tingle, he swallowed and said.

Thanks to the ghost in red, book friend 20170416205527871, Xiuzhen Bingyan, my wife is Leimu, Yunzhu, Naihe girl Wuyuan, Mozu neighbor, and the death god of the second year, thank you very much.