This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

Some paper knives with blood stains, a small bag of blades, a handle of a small hammer used to crush bones, tooth extraction forceps, and the knife surface is still covered with plasma, with light brown cat skin attached.

With a cold look on his face, Beichuan Temple dropped the opponent's shoulder bag, and let the tools inside fall to the ground.

This... Asamiya Hitomi's lips trembled.

The cruel tools all over the floor made her tremble uncontrollably.

It turned out that the harmless young man turned out to be such a person who took pleasure in torturing small animals.

The white cat was still the same, huddled in Hitomi Asamiya's arms, with a pair of blue cat eyes like a child who is innocent and ignorant of the world.

It probed its brain, looking at this warm and cruel world strangely, not quite understanding why Hitomi Asamiya showed such an expression.

The setting sun in the afternoon dispels the chill of winter and makes people feel a rare sense of warmth.

But Beichuan Temple's cold voice that was completely incompatible with this situation and the scene came over.

Ma Palace.

...Yes! Hitomi Asamiya trembled all over.

You close your eyes for now.

Ah...? Oh. Asamiya Hitomi was taken aback for a moment, then closed her eyes tightly.

There was a sound of punching and kicking, Hitomi Asamiya followed Beichuan Temple's instructions, and closed her eyes tightly, not even daring to breathe.

With her eyes closed, she could clearly hear Saito's begging voice.

No, it's not what you saw!.

The sound of fists hitting people didn't stop.

If this continues, I will die.

Saito seemed to be kicked by Kitagawa Temple, and moaned in pain, begging for mercy and crying bitterly.

The sound of Beichuan Temple still did not come out, and at the same time, the muffled sound of hitting the human body was heard.

After a while, Hitomi Asamiya heard Beichuan Temple speak:

Go away.

There was a movement of crawling and rolling, accompanied by the sound of panicked footsteps, everything around fell into silence.

After a while, Beichuan Temple's voice came out again:

Okay, open your eyes.

Hitomi Asamiya withdrew from the tense state of holding her breath and opened her eyes.

The world is still the color it should be.

The setting sun sprinkled on the body, and there was a warm feeling.

In Sakurai Park, there is a breeze, without the chill, and the cherry blossom trees sway.

That person just now can't do it, let's find another person. Unlike the increasingly warmer weather, Beichuan Temple's tone was still as cold as ever. He looked back and couldn't help frowning:

Didn't scare you?

No, no!

Hitomi Asamiya stuffed the white cat back into the corrugated box, shaking her hands hastily: It wasn't Beichuan's fault just now.

She saw it clearly just now, and she really didn't expect that a person with such a kind face would carry so many tools for cruelty to small animals.

And compared to that young man who is full of kindness and treats others like a spring breeze...

Hitomi Asamiya quietly glanced at Beichuan Temple.

She prefers to have a good relationship with Beichuan Temple.

Hitomi Asamiya didn't know if it was her own illusion. While thinking this way, she clearly felt that the cold feeling wrapped around her body dissipated a bit, making her feel warm all over her body——

This winter, it may not be particularly cold unexpectedly.

Really? Beichuan Temple's expression softened slightly, and he nodded and asked, Where is the next meeting place for netizens?

Wait... Hitomi Asamiya hurriedly took out the phone, glanced at the location on it and said:

It's not far from here, at the cure cafe.

cure cafe?

This is really a coincidence, isn't the Cure Cafe the place he just went to?

Most of the people inside are students, and students' minds are relatively simple, so they probably won't meet someone like the young man just now.

Understood. Beichuan Temple nodded and said: Let's go there now.

He just wants to deal with this matter quickly, find a place to foster white cats and go home.

It's getting late now, and he is a little uneasy about leaving Beichuan Eri... and Kamiya Mirai at home.

Okay, Kitagawa-san. Hitomi Asamiya nodded obediently, and silently walked ahead to lead the way.

The two walked all the way like this, until they saw the Cure Cafe, Hitomi Asamiya couldn't help asking: That... Beichuan-san, can I ask you a question?

Hitomi Asamiya was really curious.

Why did Beichuan Temple see at a glance that something was wrong with that young man? That Saito had a kind face, harmless to humans and animals, at least Hitomi Asamiya couldn't see anything strange about him.

... Beichuan Temple was silent for a while, as if he had already guessed what Hitomi Asamiya would say next: I have a very special ability, I can see things that ordinary people cannot see.

Beichuan Temple turned his head, and a lifeless look flashed in the depths of his eyes.

Can... see things that cannot be seen? Feeling the dazzling light in Beichuan Temple's eyes, Hitomi Asamiya's voice also became stammered. Obviously, Beichuan Temple's eyes were the same as usual, but it brought heavy pressure to her.

Hitomi Asamiya suddenly realized something.

Why did Mirai Kamiya and Qianxia Qianxue come to Beichuan Temple suddenly.

You must know that Beichuan Temple had no communication with these people before, but now they are looking for them one by one. Among them, Beichuan Temple must have something special.

Whether you believe it or not, Asamiya-san, I have already told you the matter. There was too much resentment wrapped around that person just now...

Recalling the scene just now, Beichuan Temple also shook his head a little.

Although Saito looked smiling and had a warm face, but in the sight of Beichuan Temple, there were ten... no, it should be more than a dozen vengeful spirits of cats that turned into cats. The dark resentment rose up, and Beichuan Temple could not pay attention to it.

The twisted tail, the black pus-flowing wound on the fur of the wraith cat, the white eyes of the dead cat...

Beichuan Temple felt that his attack was relatively light, at least the other party could still stand up.

Thinking of this, Beichuan Temple couldn't help reaching out and touching the white cat's head.

The little guy still looked like he didn't know what happened. Seeing Beichuan Temple touching it, he stretched out his fleshy little paw to pat Beichuan Temple's fingers.

Beichuan Temple was neither angry nor annoyed, his voice was still flat: Let's go.

The two walked into the cure cafe together.

 …

The next thing was unexpectedly simple. Through Beichuan Temple's ability to detect things with dead energy, he clearly saw several cat spirits with golden air entwined around the girl in front of him who was dressed in an unhealthy appearance.

These cats were all euthanized and died of old age naturally, and each cat was blessing this unreliable looking girl with dyed hair.

It turns out that all good spirits have a faint golden light?

Beichuan Temple looked at Hitomi Asamiya, and saw the circle of flexible golden air in a cloud of cursed black air.

Could that also be...?

Beichuan Temple raised his eyebrows, his mind was racing quickly.

But he quickly gave up his idea and tried to convince Hitomi Asamiya.

After all, it is considered lucky for the white cat to meet such an owner.

Under Kitagawa Temple's persuasion, Asamiya Hitomi hesitated for a while, and finally gave the white cat to the girl named Takigen Nanako.

I hope the other party can really treat that white cat kindly.

Hitomi Asamiya made such a wish.

Thank you for the one hundred methods of egg, and the reward of Qingdeng Song.