This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

After eating, taking a bath, and getting rid of his fatigue, Beichuan Temple went back to his room and took out the tape recorder and the tapes in his backpack.

At this time, poor Xi Kutiao suddenly walked over from the side and stuck to Beichuan Temple.

Beichuan Temple glanced at the weather outside.

It turned out that at some point, it was raining heavily outside.

The heavy rain brought a weird chill, and Poor seemed to be more afraid of this kind of weather, so he tightly pulled the corner of Beichuan Temple's bathrobe and leaned against him.

"Then let's listen to it together." Beichuan Temple crossed his legs, placed Poor next to his thighs, then turned on the tape recorder and stuffed the tape into it.

Accompanied by an uncomfortable screeching sound, the tape began to rotate, and at the same time, it sounded with an obvious electric sound.

'The recording has already started, Mr. Gao Yuan. '

A young and energetic man's voice sounded, this should be the reporter who wrote the news about the village of God.

After a while, another male voice with a rich tone appeared on the other side. This is probably the 'descendant of the surviving workers' mentioned on the tape.

The two began talking softly.

It's just that the voices of these two people talking carefully were mixed with the sound of electric current, and there was an indescribably eerie and mysterious feeling, which made people feel chills all over their bodies.

Before he passed away, my father told me all about the construction and repair work in Shenzhu Village. He was the only worker who escaped from the village. The god stationed in the family to unify the caliber, so nothing he said was believed. '

'Besides, the workers are embedded in the wall as human pillars to appease the wrath of the gods. There are such legends circulating all over the place, and no one will believe it at all. But among them...'

Gao Gao swallowed his saliva, and the voice in the tape seemed to be blurred for a moment.

'Father told me that it was not only the houses of the Asamiya family and the Shinju family that were required to be built, but also some strange things on the top of the Shinto shrine... When my father said this, his expression was already in a trance, and he had already thought about it. It must have been forgotten so long ago. '

At this moment, Takahara in the tape began to tremble as if recalling something terrible.

’ But what I didn’t expect was that my father, who was dying, suddenly jumped up, as if something terrible was attached to him, he strangled my neck tightly, and only said one sentence in his mouth . '

'A word? '

'That's right...I still remember the hideous and terrifying appearance of my father before he passed away. '

’ He repeated this sentence hoarsely: the cry of the mountain, the calamity will come. '

The tape ended here, and with a crisp click, the tape was ejected.

But Beichuan Temple did not put away the tape in a hurry.

When the mountains cry, disasters come.

What does this sentence mean?

Beichuan Temple simply assumed that the crying of the mountains was a phenomenon.

And as long as this phenomenon occurs, some kind of disaster will come.

"Then what kind of phenomenon will it be?"

The entire Shenzhu Mountain was making crying movements... It must have been a very large-scale phenomenon.

Beichuan Temple's brain was spinning crazily. Combining the existing clues, he quickly concluded a point.

The phenomenon of crying should refer to the mudslide incident in Shenzhu Village that Beichuan Temple investigated on the Internet.

Indeed, judging from the results, the mudslide incident in Shenzhu Village did bring disaster to Shenzhu Village. It can be said that in the face of such natural disasters, Shenzhu Village died without any resistance.

But there are also several doubts.

Why do most of the surveys mention that the mudslide is far away from the location of Shenzhu Village, and it cannot affect the villagers of Shenzhu Village at all, but few villagers survive?

Rumble! ! !

Suddenly a thick lightning flashed outside, and Beichuan Temple felt his neck was tightly hugged.

When he looked back, he found that Xi Kutiao had crawled to the place where his neck was at some time, and hugged him tightly.

The thunder sounds as if the mountains are really roaring with each other, and it is matched with the heavy rain, which makes people shudder.

"Don't be afraid." The cold expression on Beichuan Temple's face eased a little, he touched his poor little head, stood up and opened the door of the hotel.

The chill rushed into the room through the gap of the door in just a moment.

It was raining heavily, and the raindrops formed a seemingly impenetrable rain curtain.

They hit the tiles hard, making people's hearts tense.

The landscape sketches planted in this Japanese-style courtyard look like clusters of crossed claws from a distance.

The dark night, the chilling weather.

All these gave Beichuan Temple a particularly uncomfortable feeling.

It seemed that since he started investigating Shenzhu Village, a pair of invisible hands had been fiddled with the whole incident.

Just when Beichuan Temple was about to go back to the room, a surprised voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"Mr. Beichuan?"

Beichuan Temple looked over and found that at some point, Master Haneda, who was drenched and looking a little embarrassed, was standing on the other side of the corridor, looking at him in surprise.

"It's already so late, is Beichuan-kun still asleep?" Master Haneda asked while wiping the water stains on his face with a white towel.

"I was woken up by the sudden heavy rain, and I just wanted to come out to see the night view. Did Master Haneda just come back from visiting an old friend?" Beichuan Temple could smell a faint smell of alcohol from Master Haneda, and the other party must have drunk alcohol, but not much .

"My old friend took me to drink a few cups until now, and that guy asked me to rest directly at his side, but I didn't agree." Master Haneda smiled, and said: "It's too late now. It's getting late, so I won't chat with Beichuan-kun, and Beichuan-kun should go to bed early, after all, we have to get up early tomorrow."

"Okay." Beichuan Temple nodded, watching Master Haneda walk towards the hot spring pool with a change of clothes and towels.

Fortunately, the hot springs in this store are not open-air hot springs, otherwise Master Haneda would probably have to use the indoor baths for one night.

Beichuan Temple shook his head, throwing all these messy thoughts out of his head.

Tomorrow he will go to exorcise evil spirits with Master Haneda.

If Mage Haneda can't handle it, he shouldn't have much problem making a move.

After all, the vengeful spirit possessing the human body is at most elementary and intermediate level, and it shouldn't take much effort for Beichuan Temple to deal with it.

"Go and make a note of today's things and then go to sleep." Beichuan Temple muttered to himself, walked back to the room, and closed the door at the same time.

For a moment, the hallway fell into a strange silence again, and the cold wind blew past——

Like a woman crying strangely.

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