This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

Maybe he couldn't hear clearly in the live broadcast room, but Beichuan Temple, who had strengthened his body many times, clearly heard the sound of the axle turning.

It's just that it was covered by the old sound of the classroom door, making it impossible for ordinary people to distinguish.

"I plan to explore this layer separately, Brother Beichuan, you just follow..."

"I can do it alone." Beichuan Temple said calmly.

Now that he knew that there seemed to be resentful spirits here, Beichuan Temple was not in a hurry to leave. After saying this, he walked towards the left aisle alone.

That's a tough guy.

Tanaka Takashi was a little speechless.

If you want to change to other fans, you probably want to have a soul bond with them.

As a result, what about Beichuan Temple?

Simply acting alone, seeing his expressionless face, also gave Takashi Tanaka and Hidesuke Yamaguchi a subtle feeling of being rejected.

"Okay, let's explore soon." Hidesuke Yamaguchi took out a bottle of mineral water from his backpack and threw it to Takashi Tanaka.

He adjusted the machine before lowering his voice, rubbed his hands and continued:

"I always feel that it's a bit strange here, it's different from when I came here during the day, as if something is really staring at us."

"Haha, did you also get infected by that weirdo in Beichuan? It's just an illusion that something is staring at us. It's not like we haven't been to those famous spiritual attractions, aren't we all fine? Don't scare yourself. It’s up to me.” Takashi Tanaka laughed loudly, and touched the left side with the mineral water.

Seeing this, Hidesuke Yamaguchi couldn't help shaking his head, feeling that he was indeed suspicious and followed.

The Xucha activity building fell into dead silence again, only the sound of footsteps echoed in the aisle, gradually walking away...

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Crash! ! !

Dust shakes off.

Beichuan Temple covered his mouth and nose with one hand, and pulled open the last sliding door expressionlessly.

"It seems that most of the community classrooms at that time were empty." Beichuan Temple glanced at the general classroom, feeling quite regretful.

Except for the serious dust accumulation and the cobwebs on the ceiling, this classroom generally maintains the appearance of ten years ago.

Because no one has cleaned it for a long time, there are black and blue mold spots on the wall.

It looked like a weirdly distorted face when illuminated by his flashlight.

"Huh?" Beichuan Temple frowned, and moved the flashlight down——

He saw a ferocious-looking man in a white shirt squatting in a corner at some point! Those eyes with no whites were still staring at him bitterly!

This scene is enough to make one's heart tremble, but it brings more novelty to Beichuan Temple.

The other party was obviously not human, but Beichuan Temple did not sense the breath of spirit from him.

Beichuan Temple walked over without hesitation, and subconsciously reached out to touch it...

Wow——

Like a breeze blowing past, the pale-skinned man disappeared, leaving only a yellowed and blood-stained note on the ground.

System prompt: You have discovered a new weird 'afterimage' - the afterimage is the shadow formed by the strong thoughts in life, which is not offensive to people. According to the degree of the afterimage, it can be divided into two types, visible and invisible to ordinary people.

The system's prompt this time was not stingy, not only gave the weird name, but also gave a specific explanation about the weirdness.

In other words, this kind of longing left in life is not offensive.

The ghosts found abroad or in China are probably this kind of "collection of thoughts in life", so there are so many people who found ghosts but did not have accidents throughout the ages.

Beichuan Temple stepped forward, picked up the blood-stained yellow paper, and looked intently.

The writing on it is no longer clear, but Beichuan Temple can vaguely see that the person who wrote this line of writing is the person he found the yellow paper on the first floor just now.

I saw a yellow note that read:

Nakajima, he is crazy! It was just a small contradiction, but he actually killed Oda with a fire axe! Blood...so much blood! So much blood! Damn damn damn damn! I can't die! I can't die here!

If I hadn't come to the event building in advance, maybe I would have been...

The next writing was obscured by the blood.

Beichuan Temple frowned.

From this piece of paper, it can be seen that the person named Nakajima should have had conflicts with the people in the group, and then took out the fire ax he found somewhere, and hacked people to death. The author of this diary also subconsciously fled to the activity building.

"There should be resentful spirits in the middle..."

After all, no matter how big the conflict is, most people would not think about using a fire axe.

Nakajima's tyrannical behavior was obviously led by the wraith.

"So the pale-skinned young man just now is the diary writer?" Beichuan Temple picked up the piece of paper, looked at it over and over again, finally shook his head, and put the piece of paper back into his arms.

These can be used to enrich the layout of his 'Urban Strange Tales' homepage at that time, and of course he will not let it go.

"It's a pity that I didn't take a photo just now, otherwise a complete photo of the 'spirit' would have come out." Beichuan Temple was a little regretful.

But it's okay, Xu Cha has a rich background in high school, and he should be able to find a "spirit" that satisfies him, so it's no problem to take a photo with him at that time.

He closed the door again, then took out Xi Jiutiao who had been scratching his face, put it on his shoulder, and ordered:

"Hold on tight."

Xi Kutiao's pitiful little head nodded, and then became limp again, his whole body stuck to Beichuan Temple's shoulder.

It is also necessary to let the children come out more to breathe and move their bodies. It is not good to be wrapped in a scarf all the time.

Beichuan Temple thought to himself, but the whole person had already reached the leftmost staircase on the second floor.

From here you can see the half-collapsed rubble at the landing on the first floor.

Beichuan Temple rubbed his temples, then looked to the top of his head.

The road on the left was not blocked this time, and there was only a beam of flashlight from Beichuan Temple at the entrance of the dark corridor, which looked very strange.

He re-entered each club classroom to explore for a while, and after finding that there was no missing piece of paper, he slowly went to meet Tanaka Takashi and Yamaguchi Hidesuke on the other side.

"Brother Beichuan, did you find anything?" Takashi Tanaka's eyes lit up when he saw Beichuan, and he waved at him.

"No." Compared with Takashi Tanaka's enthusiasm, Beichuan Temple replied with a firm attitude.

But Tanaka was not annoyed by his expression, he triumphantly took out a doll tied up a little weirdly:

"Look! Yingsuke and I found this in the classroom on the other side. No matter how you think about it, this kind of doll should be a curse doll, right? It should be a former student of Sucha High School... Beichuan, what is that on your shoulder?"

Tanaka Takashi said his voice became softer, and finally he was attracted by a small thing on Beichuan Temple's shoulder.

It was a little puppet.

His whole body was covered in hideous patches like scars, and his face had a strange expression, like he was laughing, but also like he was crying.

Under Takashi Tanaka's gaze, the puppet's strange eyeballs suddenly turned——

Suddenly looking straight at him strangely!

Thanks to the supreme person, Xiaoyao_yuanqiyunsan, 1159 Maoli, cat, Paz, and Yizhiqingyun for their rewards