This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

Although it is still very far away from the truth nine years ago, Beichuan Temple now at least has a target for investigation.

Shenzhu Village, Asamiya's family, these are all things that need to be investigated.

But when Beichuan Temple thought that there were so few reports on the "Gods in the Village" on the Internet, there was no need to think about things like Gods in the Shrine.

"But the local library of Daolu City may have a record. If it records the original newspaper in the village of God..."

It is not difficult to deduce from the diary of Asamiya Fuyuko that she was only a junior in Shenju Village at that time, so the history of Shenzhu Village can be pushed back from the Showa era. It is conservatively estimated that it can be traced back to the Taisho period, or even the more distant Meiji Times are not impossible.

If it is a folk tradition handed down from such a distant era, then it is quite normal for it to be mixed with "barbaric" and "bloody" behaviors.

And Toko Asamiya also mentioned it later in the diary.

blood loss...

blood loss? Why do you lose blood? If it is artificial blood, why so anxious? And who took blood even disregarding Asamiya Fuyuko's life?

What is the entanglement between the Asamiya family and the Shenzhu family?

There are still too few clues at present, and Beichuan Temple can only make the above few guesses.

"Student Asamiya, it shouldn't be a problem for me to take the diary?" Beichuan Temple put the diary back into his student bag, and he turned around and asked after putting it away.

In fact, even if Hitomi Asamiya disagreed with Beichuan Temple, he didn't plan to return the diary to her.

After all, it is of great use for him to keep the diary, and Hitomi Asamiya left the diary only as a souvenir.

Well...

Asamiya Hitomi's mouth moved.

‘Why do you still ask after you have already put the diary in your schoolbag? '

She didn't ask this question, but nodded gently:

"Student Beichuan has already helped me so much...and we came here with the permission of Grandma Dongzi, so it's not a big problem to take the diary, but—"

Hitomi Asamiya took a few small breaths, finally summoned up the courage to raise her head and asked:

"Why did classmate Beichuan help me so much?"

That's right... She and Beichuan Temple only spoke a few words after the winter vacation. Beichuan Temple doesn't care about her at all, just let her fend for herself. But why did Beichuan Temple care so much about her?

Take her for walks and help her find owners who adopt cats.

Hitomi Asamiya is a girl who has no confidence at all. She thinks that she is thin and ugly, and her face is as pale as a dead person. Beichuan Temple will not like such an ugly self.

But since she doesn't like it, why does Beichuan Temple help her so wholeheartedly?

Hitomi Asamiya didn't understand, so she asked the question.

Hitomi Asamiya just stood in front of Beichuan Temple, her legs trembling a little, and her voice was a little weak.

She was already prepared, as long as Beichuan Temple had an unhappy expression, she would immediately bow and apologize.

Hitomi Asamiya glanced timidly at Beichuan Temple from time to time, hoping to see something from his face.

But completely useless.

Beichuan Temple was still calm and calm, it seemed that she had expected this question a long time ago.

He stopped packing his schoolbag, turned around and said:

"Because I can get paid for helping Asamiya-san."

"Get... paid?" Hitomi Asamiya hesitated.

"Yes, while removing the curse on you, I can also obtain considerable benefits."

Bei Chuanji straightened his back, and looked at Hitomi Asamiya calmly with his black eyes.

"Yes...is that so?"

Asamiya Hitomi's hesitant and stammering character is reflected again.

She couldn't find out who would pay Beichuan Temple, nor could she ask what reward Beichuan Temple would get.

But Hitomi Asamiya felt that there was one thing she could do.

"Student Beichuan, please wait a moment."

Hitomi Asamiya hurriedly got up, stomping on the tatami to make a muffled sound.

She went out quickly, the sound of footsteps first changed from near to far, and then from far to near.

Asamiya Hitomi who re-entered was holding a delicate small suitcase tightly.

The small suitcase is about ten centimeters long and wide, not too big.

Without saying a word, she stuffed the suitcase into Beichuan Temple's hands.

This is?

Beichuan Temple did not speak, but looked up at Hitomi Asamiya, seeming a little puzzled.

Hitomi Asamiya blushed, but she still explained: "Where did the Beichuan Student Association get paid... I don't know, but, but... I think I have to give Beichuan classmate something."

"Dad and mom always give me money to buy new clothes... But I, I'm not good at dressing up, so it's never been used... It's all in there, it was cleaned before... Probably Maybe five hundred thousand yen."

About 500,000 yen?

We are different.

Hearing this amount, Beichuan Temple's mouth twitched subconsciously.

"I hope Kitagawa-san can accept this money. This is what I give to Kitagawa-san." Hitomi Asamiya was sitting upright, looking calm, but her toes hidden in the white stockings were curling up nervously.

Kitagawa-san...shouldn't accept it, right?

Because Kitagawa-san looks handsome and powerful...

But I have nothing to give Beichuan other than the money.

She desperately hoped that Beichuan Temple would accept the money, because she was really ashamed to bother Beichuan Temple so much.

But on the other hand, she was afraid that Beichuan Temple would not accept it.

While she was thinking anxiously, Beichuan Temple's voice sounded:

"Student Asamiya, I accept the money. Similarly, I will definitely help you get rid of the curse."

Kitagawa Temple took the suitcase and put it beside him, and nodded to Hitomi Asamiya.

After hearing this, Asamiya Hitomi let out an 'ah' in surprise.

"What's wrong?" Beichuan Temple asked.

"I... I thought that people like Bei Chuan would not care about my little money..." Hitomi Asamiya said in a murmur.

She didn't feel sorry for her money, but was surprised that Beichuan Temple would accept the money.

"Don't be surprised." Kitagawa Temple shook his head: "No one hates money. I accept Asamiya-san's 500,000 yen, which is more conducive to completing the investigation."

Of course, the most important thing is that Beichuan Temple is really short of money recently.

It cost more than 30,000 yen to take the Shinkansen to Iwate Prefecture, and more than 20,000 yen to rent a hotel with a decent level.

And the money to buy clothes.

Calculated over and over again, Beichuan Temple's recent expenses are a bit high.

His previous predictions were indeed fulfilled, the 100,000 yen a month that Beichuan's mother called was indeed not enough for him to spend.

With Hitomi Asamiya's injection of funds at this time, he doesn't have to worry about money.

Beichuan Temple is not a saint, and he doesn't like to pretend to be noble, and he can really accept Asamiya Hitomi's money, so of course there is no need to pretend to refuse.

Moreover, when I went to Daolu City to investigate, the food, clothing, housing and transportation along the way cost money.

"That's right..." Asamiya Hitomi made a voice of "I understand it completely".

But in fact, she was still in a daze, and didn't understand what Beichuan Temple wanted to say at all.

I don't know either, but I'm afraid to ask either.

Thank you, Hey My Money, the rudder master! Thanks to the rudder master who has read a hundred times and is self-deprecating! Thanks to Xiaye Jianguo, David H. Smith, former children, and chishude who eat books for their rewards! Thank you so much!