This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

Student Beichuan?! Qianxia Qianxue exclaimed.

She never expected that the person who appeared in front of her was Beichuan Temple.

Guests, please keep quiet and don't disturb other guests' meals. The shop owner sent a kind reminder.

...Ah, I'm sorry. Qianxia Qianxue apologized honestly, and when she turned her head to look at Beichuan Temple, she still had a look of disbelief on her face.

It's just that Lan Xinhui reacted in an instant, suppressed the surprise in her heart, and said in a low voice:

Is Bei Chuan the blogger on the homepage of the Urban Ghost Tales Agency?

As you can see. Sitting across from Qianxia Qianxue, Beichuan Temple said after a pause, When I first met you, I already noticed that something was wrong with you. I was going to find someone It's time to talk to you, but what you said during the lunch break today let me know that Miss Sen is you.

The word thousand in Qianxia Qianxue is mostly used in the pronunciation of chi in the Roman pronunciation rules of Japanese surnames. Naturally, Qianxia Qianxue did not use her real name as an Internet nickname, so she took the number thousand in Japanese. The Roman pronunciation is 'sen'.

Generally speaking, it is not easy for people to associate with her, but Beichuan Temple combined her real name with what she said today, I have an agreement with my friends this afternoon, so he naturally has a bottom line in his heart.

Miss 'sen' on the Internet is Qianxia Qianxue.

So Beichuan student offered to make an appointment at that time to test me? Qianxia Qianxue touched her forehead.

Only then did she understand why Beichuan Temple offered to chat in private.

Qianxia Qianxue didn't expect that Beichuan Temple, who had a cold expression, was unexpectedly shrewd.

Let's not gossip, let's talk about your friend and your situation in detail.

Beichuan Temple called for a cup of mixed coffee, and said without blushing, You pay the bill.

Huh? Oh, okay. Because what Beichuan Temple said was too natural, Qianxia Qianxue thought it should be like that, so she subconsciously nodded in agreement.

But when she realized it, she couldn't help but take another look at Beichuan Temple.

It wasn't that she was reluctant to pay for a cup of coffee, but Beichuan Temple's attitude of speaking was too natural, which made her want to complain, but she couldn't complain.

Qianxia Qianxue could only suffocate until her face turned red, and finally said reluctantly: Student Beichuan thinks there is something wrong with me?

Beichuan Temple took a sip of coffee, raised his eyes, looked at Qianxia Qianxue for a long time and said:

Apart from your flushed face, shortness of breath, and expression like you want to complain about me, the others don't seem to have a particularly big impact on you.

Well--

Qianxia Qianxue froze.

Beichuan Temple gently rubbed the wall of the warm coffee cup with his fingers, and then officially entered the topic:

Does President Qianxia have frequent nightmares recently, or often see things that ordinary people cannot see?

That's right. Qianxia Qianxue suppressed the surprise in her heart, and continued: Student Beichuan should have seen the specific situation in the email. I often have nightmares about dolls, and the situations in the dreams are mostly the same.

Nightmare about dolls? Beichuan Temple became interested, and he asked:

What kind of dream is it?

I dreamed that I was on the run in an abandoned abandoned doll-making factory.

Escape? Beichuan Temple paused with its fingers rubbing against the cup wall.

That's right. Qianxia Qianxue recalled the dream, her petite body seemed to tremble slightly with fear.

Beichuan Temple called for another cup of coffee, and put the warm coffee cup into the opponent's hand.

Qianxia Qianxue glanced at Beichuan Temple gratefully.

But Beichuan Temple felt nothing, anyway, it was Qianxia Qianxue who paid the bill in the end.

Qianxia Qianxue took a small sip of coffee, but the syllables seemed to be stuffed with ice in her throat:

I dreamed that I was running and fleeing in an abandoned doll factory, with countless dolls behind me...

Puppet? Is it possible to chase your puppet like a living person?

Not bad. Qianxia Qianxue nodded, holding the coffee cup with both hands, as if she wanted to absorb the heat from the small cup wall to warm herself.

I don't know why I had such a dream. At first I was able to find the exit easily in the nightmare. The road to the factory was flat and there were no obstacles.

But recently—

Qianxia Qianxue's voice became painful.

I can feel the reality of the dream more and more. My physical strength, breathing, psychological changes, and the burnt smell of the doll wafting in the air...everything has become extraordinarily real.

But I didn't dare to stop running away, as if as soon as I stopped, I would be swallowed by the puppet rushing up.

Qianxia Qianxue's body was trembling.

What scares me the most is the change of the dream...From the flat road at the beginning, there are all kinds of ruins of machines and human dolls lying on the road...The dream seems to be gradually evolving...It is like It's like a living thing.

In such a dream, my physical strength is weakening day by day, but the speed of the dolls is increasing... They are gradually able to catch up with me, and recently I can even see the expressions on the faces of those dolls at the exit.

That face is obviously fake, but it makes people shudder. They don't have any expressions, but you can fully feel their greed, cruelty, cruelty, and evil...

Qianxia Qianxue let go of the wall of the coffee cup, and let out a heavy breath.

Even though she was in a warm coffee shop, her whole body was like falling into a cellar of ice.

This is undoubtedly a desperate situation, and this kind of desperate fear is no less than watching a butcher with a knife approaching him step by step.

It's also thanks to Qianxia Qianxue's persistence until now, a girl of the same age would have collapsed long ago.

And now, I can gradually hear their hoarse voices clearly.

Sound? Beichuan Temple asked suspiciously, What are they talking about?

...They seem to be saying one word...a very simple word. Qianxia Qianxue scratched her hair.

Such an action may not be very ladylike, but she can only use it to ease her inner fear.

Skin...

Skin? Beichuan Temple raised his eyebrows.

This inexplicable remark made him a little incomprehensible.

But when he saw that Qianxia Qianxue couldn't remember anymore, he didn't continue to force her, but just stretched out his hands to hold the girl's shoulders.

Don't worry. I probably have a clue. It's not difficult to get rid of the things on your body. After all, you are just simply involved by your friend. The most important thing is her side.

Qianxia Qianxue's current state is actually similar to that of Kamiya Mirai, but the nian in Kamiya Mirai is much shallower than that of Qianxia Qianxue.

If Beichuan Temple doesn't help, it is estimated that within a week or two, the student council president will be on the verge of collapse.

only...

A thought flashed in Beichuan Temple's mind.

'Skin'?

What does this mean?

Thank you Sanjiu for licking the first, what do you want to do for the reward!