This Japanese Monogatari Isn't Lame
Chapter 267 - 209. You’re Not Worthy of This Outfit (4000 words)_2

Chapter 267: Chapter 209. You’re Not Worthy of This Outfit (4000 words)_2

He weakly pushed himself up from the ground, his voice faintly asking, "Is it, is it all right now, Beichuan Mage?"

Beichuan Si thrust the shovel into the muddy ground and calmly replied, "As you can see."

Hearing this, Suzuki Fumi finally breathed a sigh of relief as if comforted. He tenderly patted his unsettled chest and struggled to stand up from the ground, "This, this time I’ve troubled Beichuan Mage."

"About the payment, I’ll have someone transfer it to you in a while."

His legs were so weak from the immense shock that he barely had any strength to stand.

"Forget the payment for now; I’ll take you to the hospital building," Beichuan Si said, picking up the entrenching tool.

"Then I must trouble Beichuan Mage."

Suzuki Fumi didn’t try to act tough. He nodded weakly, his face pale, and followed the path to the main hospital building.

Along the way, he thanked Beichuan Si numerous times, and his color gradually returned to normal.

It must be said, truly befitting of one controlling a hospital as the dean, his psychological resilience is not something ordinary people can compare with.

The two arrived at his office in the main hospital building. In front of Beichuan Si, Suzuki Fumi transferred all the money into his account, and then repeatedly thanked him, sending Beichuan Si back to rest in the hospital ward.

It seemed like the matter was also coming to a close.

Beichuan Si lay down on the bed and fell asleep, and everything seemed to return to peace.

What followed was just waiting for dawn, for Beichuan Si to return to Tokyo.

...

At three in the morning, unseen by anyone,

beneath the monitor screen in Beichuan Si’s hospital ward, a shadow slowly swept out of the window—

The night was still long.

Here was the height of the fourth floor.

Beichuan Si placed his palm on the outer platform, his wrist flicked, and his entire body, clinging to the windowsill, reached the external unit of the air conditioner. Then he moved his feet, his legs hooked backwards on the iron bar extending from the air conditioner, his palms resting on the third-floor windowsill, and immediately, with a flip, he silently descended to the third floor.

Even Ibaraki Prefecture Second Mental Hospital, no matter how wealthy, would not specifically arrange surveillance cameras to monitor the external walls of the hospital.

With Beichuan Si’s observations over the past few days, he knew all the blind spots of the various surveillance cameras by heart.

"Hopefully Kelian can keep up the act a bit longer."

Nishijou Kurenai used kind thoughts to maintain his body shape, covering himself with a blanket, usually invisible to the surveillance cameras.

Beichuan Si jumped directly from the second floor, his landing movements silently dissipating the force of the fall, then he clenched the entrenching tool in his hand.

The night wind chilled to the bone, the early spring breeze carrying a bit of warmth was stolen away by the cold fir trees planted around the hospital, turning into a cold wind that swept over one’s body.

Beichuan Si surveyed his surroundings, his feet moving, he sprinted towards the direction of the office building.

Due to the need to stay quiet, Beichuan Si didn’t use his full strength.

But compared to an average person, his speed was still very fast.

From here to the office building it usually takes three minutes, but avoiding security and surveillance cameras, Beichuan Si took about seven minutes to reach his destination.

Under the dim moonlight, the silhouette of the office building was fierce, towering upward.

A deathly light leapt in Beichuan Si’s eyes as he slipped inside.

The first floor was the reception hall, with a staircase on each of the left and right sides, and an elevator facing the entrance of the hall.

Following the fleeting soul memories in the air, Beichuan Si went under the staircase on the right.

This staircase, unlike the one on the left, stored various miscellaneous items.

Beichuan Si felt the piled-up corrugated boxes—

No dust.

Beichuan Si’s spirits lifted, and he moved the boxes aside, a vertical beam of light from his flashlight reflecting off.

Under the vertical light, Beichuan Si finally saw the hidden door.

The door was a marble slab, identical to the floor, and not visible unless closely examined.

Definitely here.

A glint crossed Beichuan Si’s eyes.

He reached out to touch a handle hidden in the furthest corner.

Click...

Click...

It wouldn’t open.

Beichuan Si’s wrist twisted, and under the illumination of the vertical light, he saw a recessed lock next to the handle.

He folded the entrenching tool, a light flick of his wrist, and Jian Ding slid into his palm.

Several streaks of cold light flashed through the air, the panel shattered, revealing a spacious entrance.

No wonder the right staircase was four steps higher than the left.

It was all to clear the space for this hidden passageway.

Under Beichuan Si’s watch, the stairs spiraled downwards, seemingly bottomless.

Beichuan Si put away Jian Ding and walked in with his flashlight.

After about two minutes, Beichuan Si smelled the scent of chemicals.

As a medical student, he knew exactly what this chemical was.

"Formalin."

The further down he went, the stronger the smell of formalin became, accompanied by a stench of decay that no amount of covering could hide.

Finally, Beichuan Si reached the bottom. He steadied himself and found the switch for the incandescent light in the basement.

With a click, the hidden underground chamber was revealed before him.

Directly in front of Beichuan Si was a bloodstained dissection table with simple restraints. On the other side, there was a sink that looked like it hadn’t been cleaned for a long time, covered with hair and black blood stains.

Right next to the sink stood two shelves, on which jars and bottles were placed.

Inside these jars and bottles were yellowed organs and other human body parts.

Such as severed hands, skulls, viscera, eyeballs, intestines... (Please, reviewer, let me pass.)

They were quietly placed on the shelves, motionless.

Beichuan Si’s gaze calmly swept over the room, and he walked forward.

On the dissection table, there lay the body of a man.

The man’s head was smashed open, and he was dressed in a doctor’s coat, wearing black glasses, his tongue sticking out, and his eyes lifelessly staring at the incandescent light.

"Kawakami Nami."

Beichuan Si looked at the gruesomely deceased body and shook his head.

Everything was as he had expected.

Thinking about it, not eating the meat from this place was certainly the right choice.

Beichuan Si moved again, walking to a pool of formalin on the left side.

Above the pool of formalin, several bodies hung from grim iron hooks, emitting a pale bluish tint, all mutilated in some way.

Either the head was hollow, the abdomen was hollow, or limbs were missing.

This place was like the most horrific slaughterhouse in the world, making one shudder with just a glance.

But Beichuan Si’s mood scarcely fluctuated; he pondered for a moment and moved closer to the pool of formalin.

Beside the pool of formalin, there were several blood-stained blue and white striped patient garments.

Beichuan Si’s expression remained unchanged; he took an iron hook from the side, casually hooked up a body from the pool of formalin.

"As expected... missing patient A..."

Looking at the face that wasn’t much different from the photo, Beichuan Si put it back down.

Everything was exactly as he had anticipated.

This was the secret hidden within the mental hospital.

Bloody, brutal, evil, terrifying—

Although society is dirty and unclean, for places like this, as a human being, Beichuan Si hoped there would be fewer of them.

But then the problem arose again.

Beichuan Si turned his cold gaze towards the entrance of the basement.

"You’ve watched long enough, it’s about time you came out, right? Dean Suzuki."

He stared at the direction of the basement entrance for a long time, before someone finally let out a soft chuckle.

"You really are as excellent as I had imagined, Beichuan Master."

Suzuki Fumi slowly strolled down from the entrance, clad in a white coat symbolizing a medical professional, his eyes calm and gentle, his face still wearing a smile.

As mentioned at the beginning.

Suzuki Fumi had a kind face.

He looked benevolent and had a sunny appearance, just like a nice guy.

Combined with his wealth at a young age, whether in terms of education or qualifications, he should be the dream lover of many young women.

Yet it was such a person—

That caused a ripple of emotion on Beichuan Si’s usually impassive face.

Beichuan Si slowly shook his head, his eyes darkly flashing.

But the more it was like this, the calmer Beichuan Si’s voice became:

"You do not deserve to wear that coat, Mr. Suzuki."