This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

The room was filled with the stench of blood, which made people frown.

Beichuan Temple did not move the corpse.

If he touched the corpse without authorization and left some marks on him, it would be a lot of troubles by then.

He walked back and forth lightly, scanning the corpse.

There was a gap in the throat, which should have left a fatal wound in one blow, and then covered the dying Sato Ryo's mouth with his hand, restraining his movements and preventing him from making any movement.

The bloody handprints on the tatami were scattered, and there seemed to be grass clippings in the tatami under the nails of the deceased. He must have struggled a little before he died, but it was of little use.

Beichuan Temple pulled at the sideburns that were hanging down on his forehead, thoughts collided in his mind.

The murderer should be the woman Sato Ryo brought home last night.

But why can a woman simply subdue Sato Ryo? Could it even make him unable to make any movement? Even the neighbors next to him didn't respond?

"Did an acquaintance commit the crime?" Beichuan Temple's eyes were deep, and he finally came to a conclusion.

Only when an acquaintance commits a crime can Sato Ryo leave his back unsuspectingly.

And it's a woman...

Beichuan Temple's heart was secretly moved.

Sakura Yuki is also a woman, maybe it has something to do with this case?

If it's Sakura Yuki...

Beichuan Temple put on his shoes and walked out of the house, looked at the trembling middle-aged man who was watching him like a ghost and god and asked:

"Did you hear any noise from room 265 last night?"

"No, no, no! I don't know anything!"

The middle-aged man was obviously stunned by fright, and Beichuan Temple shook his head wildly as soon as he opened his mouth.

"..." Beichuan Temple.

Beichuan Temple raised his hand expressionlessly and gave him a slap, and asked coldly:

"Are you sober?"

Well--

The middle-aged man gasped suddenly after being slapped by Beichuan Temple, and then he came back to his senses.

He looked at Beichuan Temple tremblingly, and then nodded slightly.

"Did you hear any movement from room 265 last night?" Beichuan Temple asked again.

"...I...I really didn't hear anything... There was a sound of the door opening in the middle, halfway." The middle-aged man covered his face, and only after he came back to his senses did he feel the sound of Beichuan Temple just now. His hands are so strong.

But he didn't know why he didn't dare to resist the young man in front of him, so he could only answer with an aggrieved face and lowered his head.

"There was a sound in the middle?"

"Yeah... because the sound of the anti-theft door has always been loud, I went to the balcony and scolded that guy Sato. After that, I fell asleep, and today, I came out... complained twice You are gone." The middle-aged tall man said aggrievedly.

Middle-aged tall men should not be lying.

His bullying character should not dare to kill Sato Ryo.

While Beichuan Temple was thinking, the middle-aged tall man just wanted to raise his head to say something, but he happened to see the little puppet lying on Beichuan Temple's shoulder.

The puppet's mouth was randomly sewn with red cross lines, and there were hideous patches on its body. From his perspective, the uncoordinated feeling made him feel uncomfortable all over.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the middle-aged man seems to feel that the little puppet is watching him...

Under the eyes of the middle-aged man, the little puppet who had been lying quietly all this time unexpectedly moved its eyes, and those eyes, which were like living creatures, turned around and looked directly at him!

"It's moving!!!" The middle-aged man, who was already terrified in his heart, screamed, pointed at Beichuan Temple with his hand trembling violently as if epileptic, and was still spitting, almost peeing in fear.

Moved?

Beichuan Temple thoughtfully glanced at Poor Xikujo who emerged from the scarf, pressed her back expressionlessly, and said calmly:

"You're dazzled."

After saying this, Beichuan Temple didn't care about the middle-aged man who was still muttering "the puppet is moving, the puppet is moving" in his mouth, and looked at the landlord with bald glasses behind him.

"Little...brother, you have already called the police, right?" Xieding the landlord had just vomited at this time, and finally touched the ground and asked.

"It's almost there."

Beichuan Temple nodded.

The police should be here soon, and he probably spent the whole day in the police station for the procedure of record interrogation.

Thinking of this, Beichuan Temple couldn't help shaking his head again.

Hope it doesn't take too long until the end.

He really didn't have much time to waste.

 …

The next work flow is very simple.

Beichuan Temple followed the police who rushed to the scene back to the police station, and naturally all the tenants of the dilapidated apartment were also taken with them.

Perhaps because of Yoshiko Okano's greeting, Beichuan Temple just went through the interrogation transcript, was pulled over to ask a few questions alone, and was then released from the police station.

The questions they asked were not complicated, to the effect that Beichuan Temple had something to do with Sato Ryo today and why.

Beichuan Temple, who had been prepared for a long time, of course answered fluently.

Anyway, he is not the criminal, and he behaves rightly, so what is there to be afraid of?

"But time is really wasted."

Beichuan Temple thought with a blank face.

Now the moon and stars are thin again, and night falls again.

He glanced at his watch just now and found that it was past eight o'clock.

Even with the help of Yoshiko Okano, the case involving human life still took a lot of time.

Sitting on a nearby bench, Beichuan Temple faced the heated instant bento in his hand, and his heart still remained calm.

The delicious meals prepared in the hotel should be too much to eat...

When he thought that he had spent a lot of money for three meals and lodging in that B\u0026B hotel, but he only ate one meal from yesterday to now, Beichuan Temple couldn't help frowning, and took the instant lunch in his hand. Eat up and stand up.

There is no fluctuation in his heart, and now he is only frowning because he is thinking about how to get into Xucha High School next.

There seems to be movement in the Youtube live broadcast room that Beichuan Temple is concerned about. The two supernatural forum hosts seem to be heading to Xucha High School.

Thinking about it this way, Beichuan Temple will naturally start to leave.

"Poor, are you sure?" He looked at Xi Jiutiao who had unknowingly emerged from the scarf over his shoulder and asked.

This little guy is extremely noisy at night, and he can't hold back in the scarf at all.

Under the gaze of Beichuan Temple, Xi Kutiao stretched out his pitiful round hands, making a big '○', indicating that there is no problem.

"Then it's up to you later, even if it doesn't work, remember not to force yourself." Beichuan Temple stretched out a finger and poked Xi Kujo's poor little head.

Xi Kujo hugged Beichuan Temple's fingers pitifully, and the puppet nodded its head up and down.

Seeing her like this, Bei Chuanji didn't stay where she was any longer, tucked her back into the scarf and walked towards Sucha High School.

Thanks to cdh13 for the reward!