This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

After all the talk, Yoshiko Okano finally agreed to put most of the staff on Kitagawa Eri's side.

But no matter what Beichuan Temple said, she still wanted to send someone to stay by his side.

After all, Beichuan Temple can also receive protection with her sister when she returns home. At that time, the four guarding police officers will organize rotations and stay seamlessly.

It's just that the protection of the police has time after all. Beichuan Temple rubbed his temples.

In a week at most, the police will withdraw with nothing to show for it.

At that time, it was still up to him to turn around and protect Beichuan Eri.

But this was in the hands of the prisoner, and Beichuan Temple couldn't make a move, so of course he had no chance to deal with him.

The time is one week. Beichuan Temple clicked on the computer desk, and he vaguely had a direction in his mind.

It's just that it's so late now, and it's not a good time to implement that idea.

Send those photos to the community homepage first. Beichuan Temple casually opened the simple homepage he made.

It was a message board-like homepage with a black theme and a font size of twelve.

The content of the title in the center of the homepage is very simple - Urban Ghost Story Office.

At a glance, there is a detailed classification under the main title, which shows the specific experience of Beichuan Temple every time it eliminates spirits.

In order to increase the credibility, Beichuan Temple also put some short videos and realistic photos of him and the wraiths below.

The 21st century is the Internet age!

Beichuan Temple is of course well aware of this under the environment of WIFI and mobile social APP network.

LINE, SNS social network, Twitter——

Although the act of soliciting opinions from sand sculpture netizens on the Internet is not reliable, it also has unexpected gains.

For example, the last time Beichuan Temple went to Ando's haunted house with a ghost in the mirror was the result of someone sending him a private message under the homepage.

The number of people browsing the homepage is increasing. Beichuan Temple muttered to himself.

Relying on the photos of his own real experience and various horrifying videos, the homepage of Beichuan Temple has been widely circulated among young people recently. The last time Beichuan Temple saw him when he was playing with his mobile phone in Beichuan Eri Browsing videos on his profile.

Of course, every photo of Beichuan Temple did not put his face on it, plus the relationship between the dark environment and the pixels of the phone, even if he could see his side face, it was probably just a blur, not at all. Someone will think of him.

The younger generation always likes to pursue unique excitement, and many people have left comments on Beichuan Temple's homepage.

High energy ahead!

Fuck! What is that thing that appeared in one minute and thirty seconds?! Who will tell me what is that thing that made my old lady jump up in fright?

Amitabha, there is nothing to blame.

This... this blogger's video is very subversive, don't watch it if you are upset!

This is what the blogger produced using the ordinary PS synthesis technique, right? It's quite novel to make it look like this.

It's not scary at all!

There are many messages, but most of them are messages about being taken aback or being deceived by Beichuan Temple.

But Beichuan Temple also discovered that those IDs who said they were deceiving and not scary at all appeared in the message area afterward.

Standard really fragrant ending.

Therefore, Beichuan Temple's private mailbox always has seventy or eighty messages every day.

These days, Beichuan Temple has been entangled in various things, and has no time to clear out the private mailbox, so it has accumulated a lot of 'inventory'.

Some people asked about Beichuan Temple's identity and name.

Some people want to know where these horror and spooky spots are located.

Some righteous people also scolded Beichuan Temple’s P-pictures to synthesize some pictures for profit and attract attention.

There are also quite a few people who come to eat melons and watch the show, to see if Beichuan Temple will find time to come back to them.

Some professional teams or investment companies approach Beichuan Temple, hoping that Beichuan Temple can join them.

Beichuan Temple quickly scanned through the large amount of various messages.

One of the messages caught his attention.

I have one thing I hope the blogger can help. If the blogger can see it, please use this email to contact me.

Attached below is a long list of email addresses of the other party, and the private message time was the night before yesterday.

Beichuan Temple continued to look down.

Blogger, this matter is really important! I hope you can reply to me quickly! My email is—

The private message time was last night.

Just as Beichuan Temple released the mouse button and was about to go to the bathroom, a new message popped up in the private mailbox.

Is the blogger worried about my identity? Don't worry, I'm not a suspicious person. It's just that some unbelievable things have happened to my friends recently-we can reimburse you for travel expenses, board and lodging expenses, and after-the-fact compensation. You will never be disappointed, my email...

... Beichuan Temple.

Beichuan Temple closed the message box and let out a sigh of relief.

If there is time to help, he will naturally not refuse.

It's just that Beichuan Temple is really not in the mood recently, and has no time to deal with other people's trivial matters.

But you can indeed send an email to the other party and give them some pointers.

Beichuan Temple drafted an email casually, to the effect that he was busy with another matter recently and couldn't get away for the time being. He can write down the details of what happened to his friend in the form of an email, and he may be able to give some advice.

After writing this email, Beichuan Temple clicked send and turned off the computer.

Sleep, school starts tomorrow.

Muttering a word, Beichuan Temple took out the winter uniform of Jingbei High School and hung it behind the door frame, and rolled himself onto the bed.

 …

It was 7:30 in the morning, Beichuan Temple had a simple breakfast, and then set foot on the road to Jingbei High School.

While walking on the road, Beichuan Temple was sensitively aware that someone was following behind him.

Presumably, it should be the staff arranged by Okano Yoshiko around her.

Beichuan Temple shook his head, carried the student's bag, and walked forward without paying attention to the other party.

It is rare to see the sun today, but due to the melting snow, it feels like it is getting warmer and colder.

Beichuan Temple exhaled white air, and walked forward step by step.

It's still early now, except for some club members who have to arrive early, most of the students are still indulging in the warm ovens and air-conditioning heating in winter vacation, fighting desperately against the monster who got up.

Beichuan Temple had a reason to arrive early.

He doesn't have any memories of the students at the same level in his mind.

In order to avoid unnecessary misunderstanding, Beichuan Temple decided to go to the classroom early to see where he was.

It's a pity that I didn't come to school after the spring break, otherwise I would just change to a new class, which would be much better than the current situation.

Beichuan Temple opened the notebook and squinted at the information on it.

Class one, first grade, hoo...it won't be long before the spring break will be promoted to sophomore.

According to the guidance map in the school, Beichuan Temple walked into the class generously.

It's really obvious at a glance.

Looking at the black desk in front of him that looked as if it had been burned by someone, Beichuan Temple's expression didn't change much. As soon as he put down his bag, someone grabbed his shoulders.

Hey, Beichuan, long time no see, how about we go out and chat?

Seeing the playfulness in the other party's eyes, Beichuan Temple was silent for a while, then nodded.