Эта японская история не так уж и холодна - Глава 205
Chapter 204 .Master Beichuan is not happy (9000 word
"Извините! Мистер Бэйчуань! »
Mika Nakajima bowed deeply to Kitagawa Temple.
“Since I know I’m sorry, then I have one thing to ask you.” Beichuan Temple, which was packing east and west in the travel bag, raised his head and said unchanged.
"Э-э, ты сказал". Накадзима Хана сжал голову.
Soon she felt that she was obviously a big sister who was four years older than Beichuan Temple, and she was the only adult in the Beichuan family. How could she be persuaded?
How could he be counseled in front of a minor in Beichuan Temple?
When Mika Nakajima was about to clear her throat and straighten her back to talk to the other party
She felt the cold eyes of Beichuan Temple swept over.
Mika Nakajima shrank her neck again, and even her back was bent down.
“Ms. Nakajima, I’m going to Ibaraki Prefecture these days.”
“Hey?! This is too sudden, isn’t it? What do I do with Sister Eri when you leave?” Mika Nakajima opened her mouth.
Yes, who cares about her and Beichuan Eri’s food when Beichuan Temple has left?
After eating meals cooked at Beichuan Temple, I can’t get used to eating at ordinary family restaurants, let alone ordering takeaways.
Mika Nakajima doesn’t want to cope with hamburger cola every day, she is a leukemia patient anyway, and she is in good health.
“Eri knows how to cook, and Miss Nakajima is also healthy. I don’t think you will starve to death.”
Beichuan Temple turned his gaze back to the travel bag, as if he was checking whether all the things that should be brought were brought.
After hearing Beichuan Temple’s words, Nakajima Rika became unhappy, her mouth slumped and whispered quietly: “What if we starve to death?”
Взгляд храма Бэйчуань снова повернулся. На этот раз Накадзима Михуа почувствовала, что взгляд храма Бэйчуань был подобен двум ножам, режущим ее тело: «Если ты действительно умрешь дома от голода из-за такого рода вещей, ты не думаешь, что это самая большая проблема? Мисс Накадзима? »
If he starved to death because he was not at home, he would no longer be a salted egg character, he would be a social waste.
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Kitagawa Temple has also considered this point that Mika Nakajima said.
He tore off Kamiya Miku’s phone number on a sticky note and handed it to Nakajima Mihua, and said: “If you really can’t make it, please call this phone, but don’t bother people too much, understand?”
“Hey? This phone number is” Nakajima Mihua tilted her head and suddenly said: “Ah, this should be Kitagawa-kun’s phone number for your girlfriend?”
Храм Китагава не ответил на то, как Накадзима вел поезд с набитым ртом. Он просто протянул руку, чтобы дотронуться до дивана, словно в фокусе, маслянистый ротанг появился в его руке, а затем с хлопком ударил Накадзиму в рот. По заднице.
“Why are there rattans here too?” Mikawa Nakajima’s face was twitching with pain.
“You have three chances to call the future. If you let me know that you will have to trouble her after all three chances are used up,” Beichuan Temple did not continue.
He just snapped the cane in his hand to one side of the air.
The loud noise that even the air seemed to be shattered made Mihana Nakajima’s face changed.
“I see. I understand. You should leave as soon as possible. I can handle it with sister Eri. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have bothered you so much!”
This is not because I forgot to mark the punctuation marks, but because Mika Nakajima reads this string of words as if he was **** at the scene without interruption.
Shouldn’t it be said that Mika Nakajima deserves to be a singer? There is still a good way to speak and speak, at least it takes a lot of skills to pronounce such a string of words in Japanese.
Beichuan Temple hung the rattan on one side of the wall and glanced at the time.
Today is Friday, and he will be back right after school.
So now it’s only three to fifty.
Jingbei High School has only six classes a day, four in the morning and two in the afternoon. It is not mandatory to join a club. You can go home directly after school or participate in extracurricular tuition.
Thanks to this humanized system, Beichuan Temple goes home early every day.
Но Эри Китагава другой. По ее словам, теперь ее ежедневно тренирует Чиба Хотару. Другая сторона хочет, чтобы она участвовала в церемонии вручения премии Tokyo High School Painting Awards. Поэтому в наши дни Эри Китагава много времени проводит дома. Ночью кажется, что он активно готовился к бою.
“I’m leaving, Miss Nakajima, I’ll ask you at home.”
“Ah, good.” Mihana Nakajima eagerly responded, and at the same time she didn’t forget to ran out and said: “All the way, Kitagawa-kun.”
Beichuan Temple waved her hand to indicate that she hadn’t even worn a mask to go home quickly, and then walked towards the end of the street without a word.
Kitagawa Temple in Ibaraki Prefecture is back again
The last time I came to Ibaraki Prefecture was because of the curse on Hitomi Asamiya. This time I revisited the old place, Kitagawa Temple’s mood is undoubtedly a lot more vivid.
The first aspect is the ability to collect money, and the second aspect is the strange story that hasn’t happened for a long time.
This kind of incident that can be collected and handled incidentally, how can this not make Beichuan Temple feel better?
Beichuan Temple stayed in the hotel where I stayed last time. After paying the room deposit, I took a look at the time.
It took two hours to get to Ibaraki Prefecture by bus, and it is now six o’clock.
It just happened to be the time of the visit.
Kitagawa Temple took out the cell phone and dialed Ichiro Hirasaka.
The blind tone of the phone rang for only two seconds before being connected by someone over there.
“Hello? Master Beichuan?”
Upon hearing the words of Master Beichuan, Beichuan Temple hurriedly said:
“I don’t know if Mr. Hirasaka has time. I have already arrived in Ibaraki Prefecture. I hope I can talk to you about what you said on the phone last time.”
“I have arrived in Ibaraki Prefecture? This is a coincidence. It just so happens that the person who wants to discuss things with you is also at my house. If Master Kitagawa wants to come over, I can also entertain you here.”
Hirasaka Ichiro’s voice sounded a little surprised, he said immediately.
“Then it would be rude.”
Beichuan Temple hung up the phone and lifted up the pitiful Nishikujo who had crawled out of his travel shoulder bag.
«Пойдем, бедняжка».
«» Нисикудзё жалок.
She pointed at the TV on one side, pointed at herself, and made a gesture of biceps, indicating that the aerobics program she wanted to watch was about to begin, and let Beichuan Temple go by herself.
Храм Бэйчуань немного подумал и не заставил бедную Нисикудзё делать то, что она не хотела. Он сказал бедному Нисикудзё: «Кроме того, ты с оптимизмом относишься к нашим вещам, пока меня нет. Но не создавай слишком много шума. . »
Poor Nishikujo stood on the ground and nodded, and at the same time waved at him with a chubby arm, making him be careful all the way.
"Я буду."
Храм Бэйчуань закрыл дверь в ответ.
He thought for a while, and then took out the key to lock the sliding door backwards, to avoid the pitiful running of Nishikujo.
After all this was done, Beichuan Temple greeted the proprietress and left the hotel to go to the Hirasaka home.
Как упоминалось ранее, это проживание в семье находится всего в десятке минут от дома Хирасаки. После преднамеренного ускорения в храме Бэйчуань ему потребовалось всего пять или шесть минут, чтобы добраться до двери дома Хирасаки.
Hirasaka Ichiro was waiting at the door early, and when he saw Beichuan Temple approaching, he went up and said: “Master Beichuan, are you here?”
“Yeah.” Beichuan Temple responded indifferently, and his complexion was a bit unsightly.
This is simply an opening lightning strike, and of course his face is not good.
But Kitagawa Temple usually has such a cold face, and Hirasaka Ichiro didn’t notice the slight difference in his tone, so he inadvertently led him into the mansion, while still not forgetting to say: “Master Beichuan, It’s up to you again this time.”
“Yeah.” Beichuan Temple glanced at him, and a faint black air could not help flashing in his eyes.
Они вошли в приемную на первом этаже.
In the reception room, a man in a gray suit sat on a small round cushion on one side early.
As soon as he saw Ichiro Hirasaka and Kitagawa Temple coming in, he stood up and greeted him kindly: “Uncle Hirasaka.”
His face is kind, and it makes people feel good in the past. His face is what we say is a good face.
Then the man in the gray suit looked at Beichuan Temple. When he saw that he was still too young, he hesitated, but he asked politely, “Is this Master Beichuan?”
"Ага." Храм Бэйчуань кивнул в ответ.
He now only thinks that Master Beichuan is like a hat, which can’t be taken off at all when it is buttoned on his head.
The three were seated again, and of course Hirasaka Ichiro, who was the informant, did not watch.
He drank a sip of tea, moistened his throat, and introduced: “Master Kitagawa, this is the director of the No. 2 Mental Hospital in Ibaraki, Fumi Suzuki.”
«Судзуки-кун, это Мастер Бэйчуань, о котором я тебе говорил, Храм Бэйчуань. Хотя он выглядит очень молодым, способности мастера Бэйчуаня обнадеживают. Предполагается, что решение вопроса на этот раз придется полагаться на него ».
«Приятно познакомиться, мастер Бэйчуань».
Suzuki Fumi reached out his hand and shook Kitagawa Temple.
“Probably what kind of incident?” Beichuan Temple sat down again and asked.
For these two big men who call themselves “Mage Beichuan” at every turn, Beichuan Temple would rather face those resentful spirits who are more lovely than the two of them.
And his calm and crisp appearance made Suzuki Wen nod his head, and he didn’t dare to speak:
“Let’s not hide the truth from Master Kitagawa, some strange things did happen to the Second Mental Hospital in Ibaraki recently.
Suzuki’s “good face” wrinkled: “In the beginning, a few patients responded, saying that they saw a black twisted figure dressed as a doctor carrying a shovel.”
Он протянул руку и сказал: «Поскольку изначально это была реакция некоторых душевнобольных, сначала мне было все равно, но после этого дежурная медсестра обнаружила, что кто-то ходит с лопатой в закрытом помещении на открытом воздухе. ”
«Нельзя сказать, что вторая психиатрическая больница префектуры Ибараки имеет все необходимое, но в основном очень трудно проникнуть внутрь, и никому нельзя позволить проникнуть внутрь. Кроме того, что этот человек хочет сделать, пробираясь в нее? В чем его цель? Мой второй. Тиан усилил меры безопасности и наблюдал за мониторами »
На лице Судзуки появилось выражение страха: «Маг Бэйчуань, ты настолько осведомлен, что ты должен понять, что я имею в виду. Человек с лопатой появился из воздуха. Он выбрался из омерзительной жидкости в земле. .Понял? Он просто появился из воздуха ».
Suzuki Fumi can barely control his emotions and not let himself be too gaffe. But his voice was already trembling.
«Ты продолжаешь говорить».
Beichuan Temple stretched out his hand to calm down the other party’s emotions.
«После этого я позволил людям наблюдать за его внешним видом и за размахом его деятельности. Сначала мужчина мог только бродить по столовой, но постепенно он смог дойти до палаты на втором этаже. Особенно в последнее время. Пациенты начали исчезать. Во избежание несчастных случаев я запретил дежурным медсестрам и врачам около первого и второго этажей работать в ночное время ».
Судзуки тяжело вздохнул, больше не заботясь о собственном имидже. Он подошел и схватил ладонь храма Бэйчуань, умоляя его в лицо: «Мастер Бэйчуань, у вас есть решение этого вопроса? Если этот вопрос не решить, не говоря уже о том, что часть функций больницы прекращается, а эмоции врачей и медсестер тоже не стабильны. Если так будет продолжаться, вторая психиатрическая больница будет упразднена ».
“I understand.” Beichuan Temple pondered for a while and nodded in agreement: “This matter is fairly simple on the whole. I want to visit your hospital in person tomorrow. There should be no problem, right?”
“No problem, Master Beichuan just agreed.”
Suzuki wiped the sweat from his forehead, and barely squeezed a smile on that ‘good face’: “As for the payment for this matter, how does Master Kitagawa feel about 3 million yen?”
Три миллиона иен?
Выражение лица Храма Бэйчуань изменилось.
It’s too easy to just go and get 3 million yen with the exception of a spirit.
It is really different to open a hospital at home, and you can play the capital of transferring to a hospital.
With this in mind, Beichuan Temple can get the money at ease. After all, the other party is also someone who can afford to open a hospital, and their family wouldn’t care about these millions of yen at all.
“Tomorrow I will go there in person, as well as the patients who responded and the nurses and doctors. I hope Mr. Suzuki can cooperate with me and let me ask them individually.”
“There is no problem at all, everything is on my body.” Suzuki slapped his chest vowedly.
“Yeah. That’s it for today. Dean Suzuki wants Mr. Hirasaka. I’ll leave first.”
Beichuan Temple stood up unchanged and greeted the two of them before leaving altogether.
Увидев, что храм Китагава полностью ушел, Фумио Судзуки не мог не вздохнуть с волнением: «Это действительно молодой человек. Когда я был подобен мастеру Китагаве, я слышал счет или платеж в три миллиона иен. Не знаю, как долго это будет меня волновать, но Китагава. Но на лице мага нет выражения, кажется, деньги для него ничего не значат.
Hirasaka Ichiro also joked when he saw him like this: “Isn’t it, I’ve seen Master Kitagawa’s spirit removal with my own eyes. If I hadn’t been in a good relationship with your father, I wouldn’t introduce him to you.”
Сказав это, он также вздохнул от всей души:
“I really want to let Yingshu’s **** take a look at them. They seem a little unmoved by foreign objects at such a young age.”
As he spoke, he and Suzuki Fumi smiled at each other.