This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

Before Yuki Sakura could scream out, he was pinched onto the steering wheel by someone behind him.

Who is this guy? What does he want to do?

Sakura Yuki did not panic like an average woman, and her unique calmness as an anatomist allowed her to quickly analyze the situation in front of her.

Bang!

But the other party obviously didn't intend to leave time for Sakura Yuki. Her hair was pinched by the other party, and her head was smashed against the steering wheel, blood oozing from her forehead.

"Hehe, I guess there will be scars on the forehead in the future, right." Sakura laughed twice from the trunk, and there was no fear in his voice.

Yes, this scene is extremely horrifying for ordinary women, but in front of Sakura Yuki, it is like a child playing house.

"Drive, go to Xucha High School." The calm male voice sounded.

"Shucha High School?" Sakura Yuki with his hands tied reluctantly raised his head: "Where is that? I have never heard of it."

She wanted to see what the other party looked like from the rearview mirror, but found nothing. Most of the other party's face was covered with a mask and wearing a hooded windbreaker.

It's just that there seems to be a bulging place on the neck, I don't know what's stuffed inside.

""The person behind did not speak.

After a while, Sakura Yuki only felt that the horizon in front of him was spinning around, and then his vision went black and he was unconscious.

Before closing her eyes, she saw the hard-faced young man who took off the mask and came to the driver's seat.

Beibeichuan

Sakura Yuki opened his mouth, and his whole body finally fell into a coma

Sakura Yuki only felt that he had had a long dream.

As if the previous life was all false.

Instruct Ishikawa to kill the first person when he kills the first person by himself, when he sets fire to all the people in Class B of the second year

She knew what she was doing from the beginning,

I also know that doing so does not conform to the moral and ethical views in my mind.

But in the end, she had nothing except the tyrannical mood surging in her heart and the desire that couldn't be filled no matter how.

Everyone can only see Sakura Yuki, who performed well during the school year, but Sakura Yuki is invisible.

Obviously she and Sakura Yuxi are both "youxi"

The family is also the father of alcoholism all day long, the domestic violence mother and himself.

So the world is neither black nor white, it's just pure gray

The gray age of high school, the gray age of children

Resentment turned into hatred, hatred turned into killing intent

Sakura Yuki opened his eyes, only feeling severe pain in the back of his head.

It seems that Beichuan Temple has just laid a heavy hand, making her still a little dizzy now.

Sakura Yuki wanted to move, but she soon discovered that she was tied to a student chair.

"But why?" Sakura Yuki wondered.

The student chair under her body is obviously just a student chair that can be moved, but why does it seem to be stuck to the ground, letting her struggle no matter how hard she does?

‘And where is this place? ’

Sakura Yuki couldn't help but raise his head.

The white-gray walls were dry and cracked, and the ceiling was completely blackened.

The wall peeling off, mold stains falling around, like distorted smiling faces.

The cold moonlight just shone on Sakura Yuki's body, and the dark shadows stretched into several

The burnt smell rushed straight into the nose, making Sakura Yuki feel a little difficult to breathe.

Until now, she finally understood her situation.

The face of the original ease faded in half, and memories that he never wanted to mention again appeared in Sakura Yuki's mind.

Her legs jerked and bounced, like a patient suffering from epilepsy.

The hoarse and trembling syllables also squeezed out:

"Here, this is the second year class b of Sucha?!"

The scars in the past were uncovered.

"I don't like going to school. The school is just a big, closed space."

"Since my father doesn't like me, why did he give birth to me in the first place?"

"Sakura Yuki, spelled さくらゆき, the Roman sound is sakurayuki."

"I have my own name."

Itchy

Sakura Yuki felt a faint burning sensation from the birthmark on his arm.

This is the same as ten years ago.

"But Suka High School is very different from ten years ago." Kitagawa Temple's cold voice sounded behind Sakura Yuki.

Sakura Yuki wanted to look back at Kitagawa Temple, but she didn't have the ability to turn her head like an owl, so she could only let it go.

"You have nothing to ask?" Kitagawa Temple looked at Sakura Yuki in front with a flat voice.

"Haha... does it make sense to ask these words? Ask how you guessed it was mine? Ask how you knew? From the beginning, I was mentally prepared. Asking that kind of words makes no sense at all... Besides, Beichuan, you Is he also a person who can't talk nonsense?" Sakura Yuki couldn't help but struggled.

The burning sensation and itching sensation in the arm continued to come, and she continued:

"But there is one thing that I just don't understand. Why is there always you on the scene every time an incident occurs?"

Sakura Yuki didn't understand, and didn't understand how he had hit Beichuan Temple, and he couldn't get rid of him.

"" Beichuan Temple was silent for a while and said concisely: "I can see the spirit body."

"Really? That is the case. Is this why you have been able to appear at the murder scene?" Sakura Yuki was taken aback for a moment, and then quickly accepted.

Although this statement is not very scientific at first, and ordinary people will not accept it so easily, but Sakura Yuki has never been a normal person. She has been free of life and death for many years, and she seems to have already touched the hidden world...

Sakura laughed from the trunk.

This woman seems to like to laugh very much.

"Did you kill Sato Ryo?" Beichuan Temple asked.

"Almost, I got you from Ryoko about how to contact Ryo Sato, and then I came to Yayama City earlier than you. Sato-sensei is really a good person to deal with Ryo Sato." Sakura Yushu's eyes were far away, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile:

"After that person knew it was me, he even invited me to eat at his house. He said that he wanted to make good food. It was so embarrassing for my life, and he still had the blood sample of the year.

"But you still killed him." Beichuan Temple's words are still straightforward, like a knife and mercilessly.

"Pushing up from behind, inserting the scalpel into the throat, Sato-sensei struggled on the ground for a long time before he died." Sakura Yuki wanted to reach out, but because her hands were tied, she shrugged and said.

"You asked Ishikawa to go to Kamiya's house? You sent me the arm?" Beichuan Temple asked again without expression.

Sakura Yuki happily replied: "I asked Ishikawa to go for both things, but that guy is still too stupid, thinking of someone to lie in wait for you, but you got caught instead."

Sakura Yuki's mentality quickly adjusted, and her sensible and clear-talking appearance made others think she was a normal person when they saw it.

She paused and said: "I wanted to attack you a long time ago, but Beichuan-kun is too difficult for you. There will be no flaws in the whole process and I may not be able to beat you, so it will be delayed until today. Alas, it would be nice to know how to burn that hotel."

Sakura Yuki smiled brutally, speaking in the same tone as an old friend's conversation, which was incomprehensible to ordinary people.

In her eyes, it seemed that people were no longer humans, but merely meat animals that were hung in the slaughterhouse at will.

Whether it's a former teacher or an innocent high school student walking on the road, she can do without changing her face.

Maybe Sakura Yuki was already crazy, maybe Kitagawa Temple was just the first person to see her sick and crazy side.

Maybe there shouldn't be so many possibilities in this world.