This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

"Mr. Beichuan, even if you have the help of the little guy next to you, it will be even more difficult to investigate Shenzhu Village. Although the memory is completely unclear, there is only one impression that I remember very clearly."

There was a deep fear on Magong Dongzi's face: "It's very dangerous for God to reside in the village."

"Danger...?"

"...Sorry, this term... gives me a subconscious feeling of danger. There seems to be an unspeakable threat to the living."

Going deeper would be a blank, Asamiya Toko shook her head.

"I see." Seeing that he could no longer dig out any clues, Beichuan Temple nodded, and entered the key words and words said by the other party into the mobile phone memo.

He is already thinking about whether he should bring a paper note, some key words and information can also be left on it, which is much more reliable than a mobile terminal that is easily damaged like a mobile phone.

In any case, Shenzhu Village must be investigated. There may be more than one secret hidden there, and Beichuan Temple cannot let it go so easily.

After thinking about it this way, Beichuan Temple turned to look at Asamiya Dongzi, and said in a deep voice: "Grandma Dongzi should also know that the curse on Asamiya is no longer something you can suppress, if you continue to drag it on, the curse will explode. "

Hearing these words, Asamiya Hitomi turned pale and her lips trembled: "The curse broke out?"

From what Beichuan Temple said in front of her, it seems that she is just a little unlucky and she is very lucky?

What would it be like if the curse broke out?

Asamiya Hitomi didn't dare to think about it.

Maybe... die—?

Hitomi Asamiya was unsteady on her feet and staggered, and Beichuan Temple on the other side quickly supported her.

"Thank you, classmate Beichuan..." Hitomi Asamiya leaned against Beichuan Temple tremblingly, but the fear in her heart did not fade away.

No one wants to die, and it is understandable that human beings have an instinctive fear of death.

"Oh..." Asamiya Fuyuko sighed deeply.

She also understood what Beichuan Temple meant.

But as a spirit body, she could do nothing about it. Without hesitation, she took the initiative to open the lid of the coffin and took out her urn.

In the sight of Beichuan Temple and Hitomi Asamiya, Toko Asamiya took out an old-fashioned key from her ashes.

"Leave this to Beichuan-kun, but I have forgotten where the key is, but my impression tells me that through this key, I seem to be able to know something."

Toko Asamiya said slowly.

This key... No, it should be a half key. The overall material is neither gold nor wood, and a white chrysanthemum pattern is left on the handle of the key.

After years of polishing, the teeth of the key, which roughly presents the edge of a half-rectangular key, appear to be shining. At its tip, it was also stained with a little black blood.

The inlay of the key can be seen from the side, so Beichuan Temple deduced that it was a half key.

"This...couldn't be the key on the box you left behind, Grandma Dongzi?" Asamiya Hitomi said in a dazed voice as she looked at the half of the key.

She remembered that a three-dimensional small box was left among the belongings of Asamiya Fuyuko. Since the key could not be found, the family did not touch it. The small box has been placed in Asamiya Dongko's room as a souvenir.

"Maybe, maybe not." Asamiya Fuyuko's voice was uncertain.

"Whether it's true or not, it's worth a try, Asamiya-san, can I visit your house later?" Beichuan Temple accepted the key without hesitation, and at the same time he turned his head to look at Asamiya Hitomi .

"That's...not a big problem. Both father and mother are busy running the family business." Hitomi Asamiya nodded.

Family business?

Hearing this, Beichuan Temple's expression changed in a rare way.

This Hitomi Asamiya is indeed a hidden rich woman.

It's no wonder that she was able to return most of the 40,000 yen to herself without changing her face... Now it seems that there may be a reason why she is already well off.

After a few more words with Asamiya Toko, she left Haneda Cemetery.

During the period, Beichuan Temple took another look at the main hall of Haneda Temple, and frowned.

It seems that Master Haneda has already settled his affairs and doesn't need him to intervene any more.

"Let's go, Asamiya-san, let's go to Grandma Dongzi's room." Beichuan Temple held the key firmly in his hand, and said calmly.

"Well... well, this way is our home." Hitomi Asamiya nodded slightly and pointed in a direction at the same time.

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Asamiya's house is huge.

Very big!

Bigger than expected!

You can completely imagine the Asamiya family according to your own impression of the famous masters in the Warring States animations or Japanese dramas about the Warring States period.

The Asamiya House is a complex of buildings, with neat and clean Japanese-style houses laid out in the past, and the long corridors under the eaves make people unable to help but look at it.

The inner courtyard, the outer courtyard, the path paved with small green bricks, the simple and vigorous landscape sketch...

This is a rich woman who is even richer than Yue Dao Lisha.

Kitagawa Temple silently glanced at Hitomi Asamiya beside him.

There was a gleam of light in his eyes.

"Hmm..." Asamiya shrank her neck under this gaze, but still led the way ahead.

After walking at Asamiya's house for about three minutes, Beichuan Temple and Asamiya Hitomi came to Asamiya Fuyuko's room.

Hitomi Asamiya sat down on her knees, put her schoolbag aside, opened the door and stretched out her hand while bowing her head: "Student Beichuan...please."

This is how she entertains her guests as a host.

Beichuan Temple responded indifferently and stepped into the room.

The whole room is very large, and the inner and outer floors are separated by hanging curtains. There is a pair of characters hanging on the back, and only the word "quiet" is written on the clean paper. , there is a pot of small pine, which adds a touch of emerald green to the room.

"The box left by Grandma Dongzi is inside." Asamiya Hitomi walked over and pointed to the inner room.

The two walked into the inner room, Hitomi Asamiya bent down and dragged out a small black box hidden under the small square table.

The pitch-black box looked tight and seamless, and Hitomi Asamiya turned around several times before finding the lock with the imprint of a white chrysanthemum on it.

More than half of the color of the white chrysanthemum imprinted lock has faded, only the delicate lines on it can be seen.

But Beichuan Temple knew at a glance that the key in his hand did not match the lock at all.

Because the size is totally wrong.

The half key in his hand is as thick as two fingers of an adult, and it is many times larger than the keyhole of the white chrysanthemum lock.

Seeing this scene, Asamiya Hitomi also blushed bright red.

It would be okay if it was inserted and found to be wrong, but the size comparison is too exaggerated. Anyone with eyes can see it.

How could Hitomi Asamiya still have the nerve to speak when the memory was crooked like this?

Thanks to the elders of the Celtic passers-by! I made a mistake earlier, thanks again! Thank you for the beautiful night tonight, Xia Ye Jianguo, a knight e's sad wind, Zhiran, addicted to novels, comprehension ice inflammation, Baijiuqiyou, book friend 140119152414495, chishude who eats books for their rewards!