This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold - Chapter 116
Chapter 115 .Fujiko, forgive me
The moment Beichuan Temple stepped into the courtyard of the mansion, the warmth was peeled away from him, and a strange chill penetrated into the bone marrow, causing Beichuan Temple to instinctively tremble.
The house is paved with gravel and has a small pond. From the perspective of Beichuan Temple, you can also see the cherry blossom trees planted under the small courtyard.
‘Spring is about to come, can you see cherry blossoms anymore? ’
Beichuan Temple couldn’t help but think so.
But if you don’t enter this Japanese mansion, nothing can be said about it.
Beichuan Temple clenched the backpack tightly, the cold light in his hand flickered, and the whole person stepped up the stairs step by step and came to the door of the mansion.
There was a sign in the center of the somewhat decayed wooden door.
A chrysanthemum pattern that has fallen off most of the stone white paint.
Seeing this chrysanthemum pattern, Beichuan Temple subconsciously took out the key given to him by Asamiya Yuko.
The white chrysanthemum pattern outlined on the flat key handle is the same as the pattern on the gate.
“Is this pattern a family pattern?”
The so-called family pattern is a symbol of a family.
“The Japanese legend that chrysanthemum can drive away evil and is solemn and grand. So the question is, is this the family crest of the Asamiya family or the family crest of the gods?”
From the bottom of Beichuan Temple’s heart, it is more likely that this is the Ma Gong family pattern, after all, the key handle that Ma Gong Dongzi gave him has a white chrysanthemum pattern.
But no specific investigation has been conducted yet, and he cannot jump to conclusions.
Beichuan Temple took a breath, stretched out his hand and simply opened the door.
Squeak
The ugly deadwood lengthened the sound.
A puff of dust rose, blowing on his face.
Beichuan Temple slapped in front of him with his hand, then turned on the flashlight and looked inside.
The entrance of the mansion is very spacious, roughly the width of the arms of four adults.
Beichuan Temple turned on the flashlight and stepped on the wooden board.
Crunch
The wooden floor made an unpleasant groan. If you look carefully, you can see that the wooden floor has been quite old and its color has become soot.
Ignoring the uncomfortable sound, Beichuan Temple continued to walk inward.
Behind the entrance is a double-leaf wooden door. Beichuan Temple opened it easily, and then I saw the spacious Japanese-style stove.
It is enclosed by a wooden floor, with an earthen pot hanging in the middle, and an earthen pit surrounded by square stones underneath.
This form is called “” in Japanese architecture. It is translated as in Chinese, which is similar to the earthen stove for bacon in China.
Beichuan Temple stepped on it, and the columnar light of the flashlight blazed around with his gaze.
There are doors on the right and left, and there is a staircase directly on the second floor without handrails in front of him.
Since it is necessary to investigate, of course all must be investigated clearly.
Beichuan Temple walked two steps around the furnace.
In a corner of the furnace, he found an ebony comb with disgusting black hair wrapped around it, as if he had just used it today.
Under the lifeless sight, Beichuan Temple clearly saw the traces of resentment entwined on it.
Beichuan Temple’s heart moved, and then he tore off his hair blankly and put the comb into the pocket he carried with him.
After exploring the surrounding furnace, Beichuan Temple opened the door on the right.
It should be the kitchen inside, but it’s dark and you can’t see anything.
Before Beichuan Temple raised the flashlight, the bitter sound of the wind came right at his head!
He is short subconsciously
Bang.
Accompanied by a crisp sound, Beichuan Temple raised the flashlight and turned around. It just happened to see the half of the rusty kitchen knife inserted into the black door panel.
this is?
Beichuan Temple’s heart moved, a cold light flashed in his hands, his eyes were engulfed with death, his feet stomped on the ground, and the whole person rushed away.
In the lifeless sight, Beichuan Temple saw the shadow of the spirit body lingering in resentment.
In response, Beichuan Temple just said nothing, with his arm wiping across the opponent’s neck with Kending.
Puff
It wasn’t until the moment when the head of the resentful spirit flew that Beichuan Temple could see the appearance of the resentful spirit.
It was a short and squat woman with an apron wrapped around her body. She was still holding another blood-stained laparotomy in her hand, but the headless woman seemed a little at a loss. It took a while to complete it. Dissipated into resentment.
In the place where the nameless cook disappeared, something was oozing resentment.
That is two paper notes connected together.
Beichuan Temple picked up the notes and stayed there for about five minutes.
But he never heard the prompt sound of the system to strengthen himself or gain skill points.
“How is this going?”
What’s wrong with the system?
Could it be a system error?
The cook lady just now resented the spirit, he should have resolved it simply and neatly.
Beichuan Temple groaned, then shook his head, not caring about this kind of thing anymore.
Anyway, the intensity of the resentful spirit just now was not high, and even if it could bring himself benefits, it would not be very impressive.
With a move of his finger, he flipped through the notes in his hand.
‘Things to purchase today: natto, brown sugar, fungus, black beans, chicken’
The notes on the first page are all ingredients or spices to be purchased.
Beichuan Temple glanced and raised his eyebrows.
“These ingredients are needed for blood enrichment”
These are basic common sense, and you should know it without any medical knowledge.
Beichuan Temple turns to the next page.
I saw that the yellowed notes read:
‘Hey, Master Zongfang took Miss Yongshi out again today. It seems that there is a very important meeting in the house of God to discuss, right? Miss Yongshi has always been very good to me, at least I can’t let Miss Yongshi suffer in terms of food.’
The handwriting is blurred in the back.
“Miss Eternal? God resides in the house? So this is indeed the mansion of the Asamiya family?”
Combining with the white chrysanthemum family pattern, Beichuan Temple also vaguely guessed something.
The Ma Gong family and the Shen Zhu family did not share this Japanese-style three-story building.
This is just the territory of the two Zhongma Palace homes.
Putting the two notes cherished into his notebook, Beichuan Temple stood up with a flashlight.
This side of the kitchen is considered to have been explored, and it is time to take a look at the door on the left.
Beichuan Temple went through the furnace to the left door.
But I don’t know why, the door here seems to be glued to the ground wall, and it can’t be pushed open at all.
Beichuan Temple flipped his wrist and decided to start with it. He simply attached a lifeless crosscut, and then kicked open the wooden door that was cut in half but still firmly bonded by resentment.
call
Beichuan Temple entered it without saying a word.
A gloomy tunnel came into view, and Zhulian ropes were connected on both sides of the ceiling above his head, and the pale white coins were spilled like ghost hands shaking.
There is a Japanese-style sliding door on the right side of the corridor, and Beichuan Temple opens the door by hand
This is more like a concealed guest room than inside the furnace.
The small dusty square table has a frowning musty smell.
Beichuan Temple went around it and planned to come out without notice.
But the moment he stepped out of the reception room, a voice rang behind him.
“Fujiko forgive me”