This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

Stared at by Beichuan Temple's cold eyes, the middle-aged man couldn't help taking two steps back.

He didn't know why he was afraid of a young man, but Beichuan Temple's gaze was like something dangerous and frightening, making his legs tremble uncontrollably.

"You, what do you want to do?" The middle-aged man was short of breath, and cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

Beichuan Temple stared at him for a long time, then looked away after a while and said:

"What number does the landlord live here?"

"...No. 1, No. 152. It's just downstairs." The middle-aged man swallowed hard, and pointed to the ground with trembling fingers.

"Really?" Beichuan Temple walked past the middle-aged man expressionlessly.

There was neither an apology nor a thank you.

After all, the other party was just someone who casually gossips behind other people's backs. Beichuan Temple itself had a bad impression of this kind of person.

Not beating him was already Beichuan Temple's best reward for telling him the information.

Beichuan Temple came to the landlord's door according to the middle-aged man's words, and knocked on the door.

The landlord was a balding old man wearing glasses. After politely explaining his purpose of coming, this kind bespectacled man not only brought the key, but also followed Beichuan Temple to the door of Room 265.

After Beichuan Temple called Sato Ryo's mobile phone number in front of the landlord, after confirming that the other party's mobile phone was indeed in the room, the uncle with glasses reached out and knocked on the door.

Still no response.

The other party seemed to be dead, and the bell echoed in the room, showing an inexplicable strange feeling.

"I've said it all, Sato brought a woman with me yesterday... and he hasn't gone out since then..." The middle-aged man curiously poked his head over to check the situation, seeing that they were still doing futile work, he muttered softly.

But he soon saw Beichuan Temple's eyes that seemed to want to eat him up, and subconsciously closed his mouth.

"Excuse me, Mr. Landlord." Beichuan Temple turned his head and said.

He frowned tightly, and the current situation seemed to be a little bit wrong.

"Okay..." Xie Ding, the landlady coughed heavily, took out the key chain hanging from his waist, counted out the keys of room 265, and opened the anti-theft door.

crunch——

There was a sharp sound of the anti-theft door opening, which made people's teeth ache.

The middle-aged man on the side finally couldn't hold it anymore, and complained to the landlord next to Beichuan Temple.

"I told you, Landlord Nakamura, that the anti-theft door here in Sato is broken, and I am woken up by the sound of him opening and closing the door every day."

It seemed that this middle-aged man was annoyed by the sound of the broken security door, and it was no wonder that he used such sarcasm to comment on Sato just now.

The middle-aged tall man was still complaining, but suddenly found that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

At this moment, both Beichuan Temple and Xieding Landlord fell into an eerie silence.

Beichuan Temple looked okay, his complexion was normal, but his eyebrows were tightly frowned.

On the other side, the bald landlord held his throat and knelt down on the ground in horror, his mouth twitching, as if he was about to spit out something.

What happened?

The middle-aged tall man couldn't help but muttered, and moved his head curiously.

Only then did he see the scene in the room.

Looking inward from here, you can see the living room that is not penetrated by light.

The furnishings in the living room are very simple, including a heating stove, desk, and TV.

But what was lying on the ground was the most eye-catching thing in the entire room.

It was a corpse with eyes wide open and out of focus, mouth wide open in horror, and a huge gap in its throat.

The blood spilled on the tatami like a stream——

Those eyes were facing the door, staring intently at this side.

vomit--

The middle-aged man and the bald landlord quickly vomited.

"What, what's going on? How did this happen?" The middle-aged man was fighting, throwing up, kneeling on his knees and stepping back, subconsciously wanting to stay away from this bloody and terrifying thing.

But Beichuan Temple didn't care about him. As he stepped into the room, he said to the landlord behind him:

"Mr. Landlord, please call the police."

"Ah, good! Call the police!" The Xieding landlord, who had almost vomited, nodded, and was about to call the police, but saw the tragedy in the room again, and vomited again, and the mobile phone he had taken out also fell to the other side .

Seeing these two guys 'can't stop at all', Beichuan Temple couldn't help pinching the center of his eyebrows, took a deep breath, took out his phone, and pressed 110 to call the police.

After briefly explaining the situation and location of the scene, Beichuan Temple hung up the phone with ease.

He didn't know how many calls to the police he had made to Yoshiko Okano this month, and he was already familiar with that set of procedures.

After thinking about it for a while, Beichuan Temple called Okano Ryoko again.

"What?! You guys found the murder scene again?!" Okano Yoshiko's voice sounded like a woman with early menopause, and her tone was full of disbelief:

"You kid is not only stirring up wind and rain in Tokyo, but when you go out, you encounter a murder case?!"

Are you a student of Death God?

Okano Yoshiko felt a big headache.

Beichuan Temple didn't want to talk nonsense with Okano Yoshiko at all, so he simply said:

"Compared to that, I want to tell you more about the record..."

"You still have to cooperate with the local police in the investigation of the necessary transcripts. I can't help it. I don't care about the Iwate County area. You bastard is really..." Yoshiko Okano just wanted to finish the sentence with a smile and cursing— —

In the end, before she could say all the words, she found that Beichuan Temple had hung up the phone.

"You little bastard!" Okano Yoshiko couldn't help but cursed.

 …

Beichuan Temple hung up the phone before fully entering the murder scene.

He first attached the dead air to his eyes, and after finding that there were no resentful spirits at the scene, he raised his eyebrows and sighed somewhat regretfully.

Even if ordinary people want to form a wraith, there is a chance.

Generally speaking, two or three basic conditions must be met.

The first is to suffer great pain or torture before death, so that resentment or obsession will form in the heart, and then the intensity of resentment and obsession, the stronger the obsession and resentment, the easier it is to form resentment.

But now it seems that Ryo Sato does not belong to the latter. Maybe he had resentment before he died, but it was not strong.

"Wait! What do you want to do?!" The middle-aged man behind looked at the young man in front of him in shock, and cried out in surprise when he noticed the other's actions.

As an adult, I was so frightened by this scene that I couldn't stand still, but Beichuan Temple walked inside without changing expression?

What is this operation?

But Beichuan Temple ignored the middle-aged man. He took off his shoes, stepped on the tatami, and frowned, trying to find some clues left by the criminals.

Thanks to the book friends 201705282223329448, and thanks to the Mozu neighbors for their rewards