This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

Most of the reports on the Internet about Shenzhu Village are scattered, and the specific information is not complete at all.

It's just that from the few words of the author on the Internet, Beichuan Temple can also roughly build an impression of the God's Village.

Hidden by the gods...meaning that the location on the map has been hidden, which means that the village of gods is located in a hidden place.

He was attacked by a mudslide on a rainy night in 2012. Although there were not many survivors, there were no specific reports on the Internet. This shows that the government should limit the reports on Shenzhu Village.

The ghost village still retains the original community site and village site... This indicates that the scale of the mudslide may not be large at that time, or the village of Shenzhu is far away from the place where the mudslide occurred.

But this is inconsistent with the fact that there are not many survivors.

Since the scale of the mudslide is small, why are there not many survivors?

And why did the government suppress the reports about God's residence at that time? Are there some unspeakable secrets in this?

"This shows that there are flaws in the information on the Internet." Beichuan Temple looked at the entries on the Internet and shook his head secretly.

Believe it, but not all of it.

"Is it over there in Shimaji City, Ibaraki Prefecture?" Beichuan Temple pondered.

Ibaraki Prefecture is very close to Tokyo, only 40 kilometers away, much closer than Iwate Prefecture.

So for Beichuan Temple, he can investigate Ibaraki Prefecture by himself.

But before going, he still hopes to learn something from Hitomi Asamiya's grandma Toko Asamiya when he goes to the temple tomorrow.

Because only by understanding the truth behind the darkness, can the curse on Hitomi Asamiya be completely removed.

Beichuan Temple turned off the laptop, looked back at Nishikujo pitifully:

"Poor, I may need your help with something tomorrow."

"...?" Xi Kutiao turned his head pitifully, and there seemed to be some doubts on the puppet's face.

Beichuan Temple told Xi Kujo poorly all the details of the incident.

Fuyuko Asamiya may be in a state of exhaustion now, otherwise she wouldn't just supplement Hitomi Asamiya with such a small amount of golden air.

So here it is necessary for the pity who has become a lot stronger to contribute.

But asking Poor to extradite part of the golden air flow to Grandma Asamiya will not hurt Poor?

Beichuan Temple didn't know, so he had to ask.

If it hurts Poor, Beichuan Temple also plans to find another way.

For example, take a day off to find some low-level wraiths-but low-level wraiths are not particularly easy to find.

Under the gaze of Beichuan Temple, she nodded pitifully, and then stretched out her chubby little hand. There is also a group of golden air currents on it.

Holding the golden airflow, she made a biceps gesture, indicating that there was no problem at all.

"It's so pitiful." Beichuan Temple's expression eased, and he rubbed his poor little head.

He knew that Poor was not a little girl who liked to push herself hard. Since she said it was okay, there should be no big problem.

Of course, it is also possible that Poor is holding on, but after this matter is over, Beichuan Temple will take her to sweep the surroundings and help her make up for all the losses.

Beichuan Temple breathed a sigh of relief.

The only insurance for going to the monastery tomorrow has already been prepared, and the next thing is to see what good news tomorrow's Toko Asamiya can bring to me.

Beichuan Temple put on his apron and cooked a relatively uncomplicated dinner.

Since Beichuan Eri called and said that she had dinner while visiting the art exhibition outside, Beichuan Temple did not prepare an extra one.

After the meal, Beichuan Temple quickly took a shower and went to bed.

He still needs to recharge his batteries for tomorrow's affairs, so he should go to bed early.

 …

The next day, Beichuan Temple first ran at his usual pace, then cooked, and after breakfast, he lifted Beichuan Eri, who was physically and mentally exhausted, out of bed.

As far as Eri Kitagawa said, it seemed that she spent a lot of time and energy on visiting the art exhibition yesterday, and when she came back in the evening, her instructor drove her home.

When Beichuan Temple heard it, she didn't talk about Beichuan Eri, but just reminded her to get up and not be late.

After all, visiting an art exhibition is a good thing to expand one's knowledge, and it's not a big problem to sleep a little longer for this kind of thing.

After settling down in Beichuan Eri, Beichuan Temple directly put the pity in his pocket and set off to Jingbei High School.

"..." Beichuan Temple.

Beichuan Temple could feel the eyes of the students around him peeping at him just as he was walking on the road.

It seems that the unscrupulous students at Jinji High School have spread rumors.

Say something like, "Beichuan Temple of Jingbei High School is our Jinji's eldest brother", "Whoever looks down on Beichuan's brother is against all Jinji's students. '

This kind of rumor spreads very quickly among Japanese students. In the information age, it is not a problem to forward it to LINE groups or SNS circles of friends—especially when there are only two to three hundred students in a grade in Japanese high schools.

With a small number of people and a small scope, it is of course very easy to spread.

Sensing the fear in the eyes of these students, Beichuan Temple didn't care, and walked into Jingbei High School with a blank expression.

"Temple Lord!" Kamiya Mirai's voice chased after him from behind.

Beichuan Temple heard her voice, subconsciously paused, and looked back.

Carrying the student's purse in the future, Kamiya came to Beichuan Temple in a short while, with steam on his face, and greeted him:

"Good morning, Sir."

"En." Beichuan Temple nodded in response.

The two walked side by side to the teaching building.

"Sijun, did you go to Jinji High School yesterday?"

Mirai Kamiya, who was walking quietly, suddenly asked.

"Hmm. There's something to take care of."

There is no need to hide this kind of thing, Beichuan Temple admitted it frankly.

"I heard that Si Jun became the eldest brother of Jinji High School?" Shen Gu Mirai turned her beautiful eyes, and her tone was full of curiosity: "Si Jun is not the kind of person who likes to show off, so there must be something that needs the help of those bad students?"

"En." Beichuan Temple nodded again.

But Kamiya Mirai puffed up his cheeks when he heard this, and said angrily: "In that case, you can ask me, Temple-kun! I'm no worse than someone from Jinji High School! No matter what I do, I can do it beautifully." show you!"

"Really?" Beichuan Temple was dumbfounded, he didn't expect Shengu to catch up early in the morning just to tell himself about this matter.

Shengu Mirai's gaze was bright, and she boldly speculated: "Usually, Monarch Si doesn't pay much attention to anything, but since he went to Jinji High School yesterday, the things to investigate must be very important."

"Based on my impression of the Temple Lord, what the Temple Lord wants to investigate must be about ghost stories, right?"

"That's right." Beichuan Temple took another look at Gu Future.

This little girl is really sensitive, and she has a clear mind and a strong ability to accept——

If you ask Shengu to help in the future, maybe you will be more reliable than those students from Jinji High School.

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