This Japanese Monogatari Isn't Lame
Chapter 269 - 210. Beichuan Si Has Never Been a Holy Mother (8000-Word Goal Achieved!)_2

Chapter 269: Chapter 210. Beichuan Si Has Never Been a Holy Mother (8000-Word Goal Achieved!)_2

Beichuan Si merely glanced at him but did not bother to engage with him, which made the exceedingly cooperative Suzuki Fumi feel somewhat embarrassed.

Beichuan Si continued speaking on his own, "At dawn, Janus opens the gates of heaven, allowing daylight to shine upon the earth; in the evening, he closes the gates, bringing nightfall to mankind. This too has a hidden implication."

"The Janus statue can also symbolize the duality of things, and the opposite of heaven is Hell."

Beichuan Si raised his finger and pointed to the ground, "That is, underground."

Suzuki Fumi fell silent.

Somehow, he began to feel uneasy about Beichuan Si’s deductions.

"After all, these are just speculations, hardly any evidence. The third patient is up next, and it was she who really drew my interest to this psychiatric hospital."

"Nanami Qiao Nai?" Suzuki Fumi’s voice strained as he looked down, "I certainly don’t remember letting that little brat see these scenes."

Nanami Qiao Nai was his link to Nanami Member. There was no way he could let Nanami Qiao Nai witness these things.

Beichuan Si chuckled coldly twice, "Of course you don’t know about these, because Mr. Suzuki, you have never come into contact with death, nor have you witnessed it with the eyes that have seen death."

"The eyes that have seen death?" Suzuki Fumi, deep in thought, lifted his head.

Beichuan Si pulled out a small piece of paper from his pocket, slowly unfolded it, and showed it to Suzuki Fumi.

On the clean slip of paper was only the scrawled handwriting of a child.

Save me.

"Nanami Qiao Nai never suffered from hallucinations or delusions," Beichuan Si said evenly.

"Recently, a kidnapping case resulted in her mother’s death before her very eyes. Triggered by this event, Nanami gained abilities beyond the comprehension of ordinary people; she would often see ghosts, spirits, but the adults didn’t understand what she was talking about and diagnosed her with auditory and visual hallucinations, and then sent her to the Second Psychiatric Hospital for treatment."

"You mean to say?" Suzuki Fumi’s expression changed, clearly thinking of something.

Could it be—

"Kawakami Minghai is not a vengeful spirit."

Beichuan Si folded the piece of paper neatly and put it back in his pocket.

From this little note, he discerned a little girl’s desperate longing for life.

Living in such a twisted environment, she was utterly exhausted.

Hence, she feigned madness, leaped into Beichuan Si’s arms.

And Beichuan Si was able to grasp her intentions promptly; as he tucked the note into his sleeve, he put on a performance.

Just acting, don’t think that being stoic means incapable.

"The reason Kawakami Minghai appeared in Nanami Qiao Nai’s room was to tell her the truth, because he was Nanami Qiao Nai’s attending physician. He also knew the importance of Nanami Qiao Nai to you—without the support of Nanami Member in the political world, your position in the succession battle would be..."

Suzuki Fumi snorted coldly, his expression turning unsightly.

If things turned out like that, his position in the group would plummet, and his supporters would probably defect en masse.

Beichuan Si extended a finger again.

He had always disdained using words to attack anyone, but Suzuki Fumi’s actions had incited deep revulsion in him, and Beichuan Si never hesitated to stab such a person in the heart with words.

"If the above is all conjecture, then it’s time to verify."

He pointed towards the basement entrance.

Under the disbelieving gaze of Suzuki Fumi, a puppet-like creature, seemingly alive, wobbled toward them from the entrance of the basement.

A puppet?

A walking puppet?

That can walk?

Suzuki Fumi’s eyes widened.

But before he could react, the grotesquely shaped puppet leapt up and kicked him right on the bridge of his nose.

Accompanied by a snapping sound, Suzuki Fumi cried out in pain as blood gushed forth.

Using the momentum of the kick, the puppet somersaulted in the air for a moment before landing on Beichuan Si’s shoulder, baring its teeth and sneering at him.

"This is the reason that you could never have imagined."

Beichuan Si’s voice grew even colder.

There were still the dead in the world.

Among these, some were good and some were bad; the evil ones became vengeful spirits, evildoers, and Beichuan Si would naturally take care of them.

As for the kind spiritual bodies, like Nishijou Kurenai and Magong Yongshi, they would follow Beichuan Si and help him.

These things were unimaginable for Suzuki Fumi, who played with the dead bodies to his heart’s content.

Suzuki Fumi, covering his nose, stood up; his voice underwent little change, "Beichuan Master, are you suggesting that my exposure is entirely due to the elusive concept of ’ghosts’?"

As he spoke, he couldn’t help but burst into laughter, "Hahaha, I see, I see, so that is how Beichuan Master discovered this place."

Beichuan Si remained expressionless.

After all, he was just an ordinary person. When first hearing talk of mental illness, he certainly did not believe it; had it not been for the note handed to him by Nanami Qiao Nai, Beichuan Si probably would not have paid much attention to the hints from Ino and Ishikawa.

Yes, that was simply because they were mentally ill patients, that’s all.

In the pause while he was thinking, Suzuki Fumi, shaking off the blood from his hand, still unrelentingly invited,

"Then I would like to ask Beichuan Mage one more question, would you like to join me? To prevent the recurrence of such supernatural incidents, I need your help."

Hmm?

Beichuan Si frowned, wondering if this man’s brain had gone bad, still thinking about such unrealistic matters.

"There is nothing in this world that cannot be solved with capital, Beichuan Master."

Noticing the emotion in Beichuan Si’s eyes, Suzuki Fumi spoke with a smile, "Beichuan Master actually doesn’t have to be sad. Those here are just mentally unstable vagrants, they are the scum of society, maggots; wherever they go they are starving. At least I have allowed them to experience the feeling of being fed and clothed within their limited lifespans."

"If you are willing to help, after this matter is over, I can allocate some of the lucrative industries under Suzuki Pharmaceutical Group to you. If Beichuan Master wishes to do good deeds, I can also give you a lot of money now. Think about it, with that money, can’t you also help many people? Homeless children, people who have lost everything due to natural disasters and calamities..."

"How about it? Beichuan Master, think about it, this is a profitable deal."

Suzuki Fumi’s gaze was gentle, his voice strong and resonant, "All of this happened underground, so it should naturally be buried underground. I can fund any act of kindness you wish to pursue, as long as you are willing to help me. No matter how much money it is, I can come up with it."

Under Suzuki Fumi’s gaze, all the coolness in Beichuan Si evaporated.

He looked at Suzuki Fumi, and without any thought, he spoke calmly.

"I am not a saint, but I have my moral bottom line."

Indeed, Beichuan Si was not a saint now nor would he ever be because the world was full of vexing, unfortunate events; he could not address each one, nor be sorrowful and compassionate all the time—it was not realistic.

The kind of great benevolence that Suzuki Fumi spoke of was not Beichuan Si at all.

Beichuan Si had desires because desires make us human. Living as Suzuki Fumi described would be too exhausting.

But since he had desires, why should he meddle in the affairs of this hospital?

Wouldn’t it be better to simply take the money and leave lightly?

The reason was simple, Beichuan Si had his own baseline for being human.

Desires were bounded by the bottom line, hence humanity’s wisdom.

Beichuan Si quite liked this saying.

And now, Suzuki Fumi’s actions were undoubtedly challenging his bottom line.

Upon hearing these words clearly meant as a refusal, Suzuki Fumi could only sigh, speaking with a tone of regret,

"That’s really too bad."

As soon as these words fell, it was as if they were a signal.

Beichuan Si immediately felt something cold behind his head.

"Don’t move, Beichuan Master, it would be unfortunate if a hole were accidentally made in your head."

Ugetsu Ka’s icy voice came from behind him.

Her expression was frosty, her hand gripping a dark gun—

Pointing directly at the back of Beichuan Si’s head.