This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

Beichuan Temple flipped through the pages one by one, and finally found the words 'God Resides in the Village' on the center-left page.

‘Shenzhu Village, this is an unknown mountain village located on the outskirts of Daolu City. It's not even marked on the map. Because of this, the villagers living in isolation are very exclusive. '

"Shenzhu Village is located deep in the mountainous area of ​​Shenzhu..."

Beichuan Temple took a closer look and found that most of this report was about the surrounding environment of Shenzhu Village, but not much was mentioned about customs and traditions.

This is of course. After all, the villagers are xenophobic and don't mention the customs of the village. The author of this newspaper must not have much information.

But the latter issue also mentioned 'the mysterious and terrifying customs introduced in the last issue of the village of gods. ’ This sentence, Beichuan Temple did not believe that it was not on the page of this issue.

He looked down word by word, and finally found the mysterious and terrifying custom mentioned by the author.

'The two families, Shenzhu Family and Magong Family, are respected by the villagers as the two major families of Shenzhu Village, and there is a little-known building on Shenzhu Mountain. God resides in the shrine...'

God in the shrine?

Another new noun.

Beichuan Temple continued to look down.

'According to the descendants of a worker who repaired the home of the gods and the Magong family and escaped, they said that the house of the gods and the Magong family would tie the worker's carcasses to the pillars of the foundation and bury them alive. The workers buried in the house are also called "human pillars". '

"Human pillar?" Beichuan Temple raised an eyebrow.

Perhaps this topic sounded a bit barbaric and bloody in the Reiwa era, even unbelievable.

But in Japan at that time, legends of human pillars were actually spread everywhere, and there were even cases of human pillars being excavated.

The main purpose of using living sacrifices as human pillars is to pray for the safety of towns or villages. The latter tradition has also evolved into civil engineering. If the construction period is not smooth, living people will be tied to the four corners of the foundation as sacrifices to pray for the smooth completion of the project.

'The author found the descendants of this survivor, recorded his words, and preserved them as evidence, hoping to eradicate such traditional customs. '

There are still some texts under the newspaper, but none of them are what Beichuan Temple wants to know.

This time, there were some mistakes in his imagination. It turned out that what was recorded in issue 59 was not the custom of the gods in the village, but the human pillar ceremony that had happened all over Japan.

Beichuan Temple put down the newspaper, and now he wants to know even more, where is the tape recorded by the author? What if the descendants of the workers did more than divulge information about human pillars in their conversations?

As soon as Beichuan Temple put down the newspaper, his face was scratched by Xi Kutiao's pitiful chubby hand.

"You said you could sense a faint trace of resentment?" Beichuan Temple looked pitifully at Xi Kujo.

I saw Xi Kutiao pulling Beichuan Temple's clothes and sliding down, and his whole body clumsily squeezed into the gap of the shelf.

Seeing her struggling to get inside, Beichuan Temple couldn't help but want to reach out and push her inside.

But Beichuan Temple finally held back.

He waited patiently for the poor good news.

Not long after, there was a crisp sound of tape tearing, and Xi Jiutiao, who crawled out from the gap of the shelf again and looked a little disheartened, came out holding a square object wrapped in white yellowing paper.

She came to the foot of Beichuan Temple in two steps in three steps, pulled his trouser legs, and there seemed to be a hint of credit on her raised face——

"..."

Beichuan Temple lifted her up expressionlessly, and reached out to pat the dust on her body.

Poor Nishi Kujo looked helpless when he picked him up.

After patting the ashes, Beichuan Temple put her by his shoulder, and at the same time took the rectangular object wrapped in white paper.

This should be the audio tape that the author mentioned.

Indeed, there is a trace of resentment lingering on it.

After praising his pity in a small way, he put the tape in his pocket without changing his expression, and then he left the storage room.

He must take the tape away, after all, it will help him in his subsequent investigation.

But if the staff of the newspaper office knew about taking away the tape, it might be another troublesome matter.

Adhering to the principle that more things are worse than less things, Beichuan Temple took the tape to the front desk to pick up the bag.

"This is Mr. Beichuan's." The hostess couldn't help smiling when she saw that it was Beichuan Temple.

While thinking about how to ask Beichuan Temple for contact information, she handed her backpack to the other side.

"..." Beichuan Temple.

Perhaps because of the tape, Beichuan Temple always felt that the way this woman looked at him seemed a little strange.

"Thank you." Beichuan Temple thanked politely, turned around and was about to leave——

"Wait! Mr. Beichuan."

When Beichuan Temple heard this sound, the whole body paused first, then quickly walked out the door with the bag in hand as if it had never heard of it.

Did this woman discover anything?

It shouldn't be, there is nothing wrong with me, right?

Where exactly is it exposed?

"Wait, Mr. Beichuan!"

Beichuan Temple moved even faster.

While thinking about the problem with his own link, he left with a blank expression on his face, striding out quickly.

That gesture of leaving in a hurry was faster than the speed of the reception lady getting up and running.

Not long after, Beichuan Temple completely walked out of the door and quickly left along the main road.

The reception lady looked at the back of Beichuan Temple who was walking fast, and her mouth was deflated: "I just want a contact information!"

Beichuan Temple definitely heard it just now, but why didn't he stop at all?

The reception lady felt that she was not bad in appearance, so she should have no problem with Beichuan Temple.

With this inexplicable emotion of 'losing her first love', she sighed sadly and returned to her job.

 …

Of course, Beichuan Temple, who had already left, was unaware of this farce. He tore off the outsourced white paper and looked at the well-preserved audio tape inside, feeling a lot of emotion.

I saw that it was written in a small ballpoint pen: "Records of descendants of surviving workers"

For this tape, he has gone to many places. If this tape cannot be played, then all his hard work will be in vain.

Beichuan Temple looked at the tape over and over for a long time, and said to himself:

"It just so happens that there is a tape recorder in the homestay, so it should be usable."

Just use that tape recorder tonight and see what's on the tape.

Beichuan Temple couldn't help but relax, put the tape recorder in his backpack, and set off on his way back to the hotel.

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