This Japanese Monogatari Isn't Lame
Chapter 272 - 212: My Brother Temple, Unrivaled in the World! (8000-word goal achieved!)

Chapter 272: Chapter 212: My Brother Temple, Unrivaled in the World! (8000-word goal achieved!)

Beichuan Si’s gaze couldn’t follow that far.

But when it came to ending Kawakami Nami’s life, he could feel the other party’s plea.

The person he was most concerned about...

Just as Beichuan Si was contemplating this, a surprised cry came from behind him.

"Beichuan? Where is this...?"

Gangye Yoshiko stood still, looking at the chaotic scene before her, with her stern face only flashing a hint of discomfort.

"Police..." Lying on the ground with lifeless eyes, Suzuki Fumi’s eyes flickered with a plea, as he kowtowed vigorously towards Gangye Yoshiko, whispering desperately, "Arrest me, please! Hurry and arrest me, I did it, I did everything! Take me away."

He desperately wanted to escape from Beichuan Si’s side.

This youth was not human!

A devil, a demon!

Suzuki Fumi painfully crawled towards Gangye Yoshiko, but Beichuan Si, who saw this, had his eyes filled with a chilling air, and once again kicked out.

"Beichuan..."

Gangye Yoshiko opened her mouth, wanting to stop him, but she didn’t know how to stop Beichuan Si.

She could see that Beichuan Si’s mood was far from as relaxed as he now appeared.

And...

This basement...

Pools of corpses, various human organs, hung on sinister iron hooks, displayed like cuts of meat...

If the two people lying on the ground in such a terrible state were the criminals, then what right did she have to stop Beichuan Si?

As a human, she should not, at least she could not—

Beichuan Si stopped his assault.

His fists stained with Ugetsu Ka and Suzuki Fumi’s blood, he turned his head to look at Gangye Yoshiko, then silently took a recording pen from his chest and handed it to Gangye Yoshiko.

"I’ll be waiting for you above."

Beichuan Si wanted to leave this place.

"...Ah... Okay," Gangye Yoshiko was momentarily dazed, then nodded her head after hearing Beichuan Si’s words.

She watched Beichuan Si’s back as he steadily climbed the stairs, and felt an inexplicable pang of heartache.

After much hesitation, Gangye Yoshiko finally spoke:

"Hey, Beichuan, after this is all over, maybe you should see a psychologist to check on your mental state?"

Hearing this, Beichuan Si merely gave her a sideways glance and replied with an unusually calm voice, "My mental state is very healthy."

He took another step, and his final words fell slowly—

"I’m just very angry right now."

That’s right, Beichuan Si was just angry, nothing more.

Angry at whom?

At Suzuki Fumi, at Ugetsu Ka, at Japan’s unjust society... perhaps at that too.

For that, he made a decision.

Beichuan Si walked step by step upwards, a sliver of light shining through at the entrance.

Nishijou Kurenai seemed to sense Beichuan Si’s mood too, emerging from the collar of Beichuan Si’s shirt, its tiny body clinging tightly to Beichuan Si’s face, as if supporting his actions.

"I’m fine, Kurenai."

Beichuan Si stroked Nishijou Kurenai’s head.

His gaze became even more serene.

Everything before had been an act.

It seemed like he had handed over the criminals to Gangye Yoshiko, but in reality, Beichuan Si had done something to both Suzuki Fumi and Ugetsu Ka’s bodies as well.

As mentioned before, his mastery over the basic skill of injecting death qi had reached an exquisitely refined level.

With precise control, Beichuan Si could inject death qi into the fragile bodies through physical contact.

The reason for beating Ugetsu Ka and Suzuki Fumi so viciously wasn’t just to vent anger but also to infuse them with threads of death qi.

One day, the death qi would burst forth silently.

But Ugetsu Ka and Suzuki Fumi were alive, strictly speaking, not the targets Beichuan Si would usually deal with.

"So what?" thought Beichuan Si expressionlessly.

He knew nothing, nor did he understand anything, and Gangye Yoshiko couldn’t see it either.

From the beginning to the end, it was all an act.

Don’t think that because he has a poker face, he can’t act.

Beichuan Si left the basement, and outside a raucous din was arising.

Police were everywhere on a manhunt.

The police lights were flashing as well.

And like that, the story of the Ibaraki Prefecture Second Mental Hospital came to an end.

...

Five o’clock in the morning.

"Ah... This is really tough, I finally managed to forcefully call in police support from Ibaraki, and getting a search warrant was immensely difficult, you always cause me trouble, kid."

Gangye Yoshiko looked at Beichuan Si coming from the bank near the Ibaraki Prefecture Second Mental Hospital, and complained.

No matter where she went, as long as Beichuan Si was present, major cases happened, which had become her motto.

Hearing the words ’forcefully call in,’ Beichuan Si couldn’t help but glance at Gangye Yoshiko again.

This unreliable woman was not simple either.

However, for her to sit in such a position at a young age, it was impossible to say she didn’t have a background.

"What did you just do?"

Gangye Yoshiko reached into the police car, took out a canned coffee, and threw it to Beichuan Si, then took another for herself and drank a gulp.

Beichuan Si opened the coffee can and replied indifferently, "I just transferred three million to your account."

Spurt—

"Cough cough cough cough..."

Gangye Yoshiko sprayed out the coffee, coughing violently, then said, "You asked me for my bank card number just to do this?"

"The money is the exorcism fee Suzuki Fumi asked me to collect, I find it dirty, so I want you to transfer this money to someone."

"Exorcism, huh... Beichuan, you always manage to say something startling," Gangye Yoshiko scratched her head and then glanced at Beichuan Si, "Should I transfer it to Kawakami Nami’s mother?"