This Japanese Monogatari Isn't Lame
Chapter 337 - 244. Rain Hall (Target of 8000 Words Achieved!)_2

Chapter 337: Chapter 244. Rain Hall (Target of 8000 Words Achieved!)_2

The kind and approachable director of the orphanage and the teachers, what kind of people were they, really?

"I stumbled upon a room resembling a bathroom during one of the big clean-ups... Inside the room..."

Shengong Mu took a deep breath.

Seeing him like this, Beichuan Si hurriedly asked him not to get too agitated.

Only after he had completely calmed down did the old man squeeze together the wrinkles on his face and continue to speak with difficulty.

There was a checkerboard floor.

In the center, there was a large bathtub.

Directly facing the bathtub stood a crucifixion of Jesus.

"The bathtub was filled with dark blood, and from the ceiling hung a dozen corpses..."

"Be it girl or boy, all were hung like livestock, hooked through their bloodstained mouths or eye sockets, as if they were cuts of meat in a slaughterhouse."

Beichuan Si’s expression shifted slightly.

Originally thinking it was just a normal spiritual realm, he hadn’t imagined such things happening.

Shengong Mu continued.

Having been subjected to the cold treatment of relatives for years, his mentality was much more mature than that of the average child.

He clenched his teeth and didn’t make a sound, but at that moment, he had already decided to leave Rain Hall.

Staying at Rain Hall, who knew when one might be killed.

From that day on, he had deliberately started to test some of his peers to see if anyone knew about that bathroom.

Through this investigation, he actually found some other companions.

Two boys, one girl.

"...Jiuyuan, Xue Zhu, Changchuan... They were the companions I found, and we had agreed to escape from Rain Hall together and then report it to the local Police Headquarters. After all, with such a large number of corpses, no matter how well hidden, it would be impossible to conceal them completely."

"And after our long observation, we noticed that the disappearances of the children always happened after rain."

"Following that, new kids would be put into the vacant rooms... The director would then tell us that they had found new families for those kids and that we need not worry..."

Indeed, every now and then, Rain Hall concocted excuses for the missing children.

Some children had been transferred to other orphanages, while others supposedly had found families willing to adopt them.

But who really knew? All those children had turned into corpses, lying in some room.

However, rainy weather also presented Shengong Mu and his friends an opportunity.

Firstly, as soon as it rained, the director would surely target some child, giving them a chance due to the likely shortage of human resources. They could find that gap and escape.

Similarly, the sound of rain could cover the noise of them leaving Rain Hall, hindering the staff’s search and ensuring a safer situation for them.

However—

"What we never expected was that Changchuan had already been chosen to be taken on the day of our planned escape..." Shengong Mu’s breathing hastened again.

He murmured to himself: "After noticing Changchuan, I, Xue Zhu, and Jiuyuan had disappeared, the director sent staff to look for us..."

"Then what?" Watching Shengong Mu, Beichuan Si had a rough guess of what happened next, "Did only you manage to escape?"

"Yes, Changchuan, Xue Zhu, Jiuyuan, they all stayed forever at Rain Hall... After that, Rain Hall mysteriously went up in flames." Shengong Mu shook his head and lamented, "Such a pity... Rain Hall... Such a pity..."

After lamenting, Shengong Mu continued.

Thinking that it was all over, he chose to live as a campground area administrator here.

Firstly, to mourn those dead children; secondly, to stay here, vanishing along with Rain Hall.

"But the accidents still occurred, the legend of Rain Hall didn’t disappear with it." Beichuan Si looked at Shengong Mu.

He should know about this.

Shengong Mu nodded: "Whenever it rains heavily in this region, Rain Hall would appear where it once stood. And there, the Western-style mansion waits quietly for anyone who dares to enter. Afterward, there were also several disappearances among the campers."

"There are a few things I’m still unclear about, and I hope Mr. Shengong can enlighten me," Beichuan Si was not interested in these kinds of eerie tales, but after a polite greeting, he continued, "I want to know why the director of Rain Hall would torture and kill children, and Mr. Shengong just mentioned that the director had accomplices... Doing such a thing carries significant risks."

"Why would they take the risk?" Beichuan Si asked in a gentle voice.

Indeed.

Beichuan Si still hadn’t figured out the director’s motive for the crime; the only thing he knew was their cruel treatment of the children.

Everything boils down to a matter of interest.

Beichuan Si didn’t believe that the director and their group were just a bunch of psychopaths who took pleasure in killing children... that would be too absurd.

This time Shengong Mu shook his head; he hadn’t delved that deeply: "I don’t know... I really don’t know; in fact, all I was thinking about at that time was escaping, I wasn’t concerned with their motives."

After all, Shengong Mu was just a child at that time; the fact that he could escape was already remarkable, let alone having the capacity to speculate about the director’s thoughts.

That was the answer Beichuan Si had to accept.

After all, Shengong Mu was just a child at that time.

By the time Beichuan Si left Shengong Mu, it was already eleven o’clock at night.

The fierce mountain wind was cutting against his face, taking away Beichuan Si’s body heat.

In this bustling camping area with people coming and going, who could imagine that child abuse at an orphanage had once taken place here?

"Rain Hall..." Beichuan Si muttered this name, feeling the surrounding chill intensify.

The murderer’s motive remained unclear, and it was also not clear if Rain Hall could only be entered when it rained.

There was still so much to investigate.

But perhaps the simplest method of investigation was indeed to enter the spiritual realm of Rain Hall and seek the clues from the past?

Beichuan Si walked to the edge of his tent, and just before he could crawl into his small tent, the tent next to him rustled, and a small head popped out.

Shen Gu Mirai.

"Did I disturb you?" Beichuan Si asked, looking at Shen Gu Mirai like this.

"No, it’s just that I’ve encountered too many things today and can’t fall asleep yet," Shen Gu Mirai struggled out of her sleeping bag, put on her shoes, and stood next to Beichuan Si; "I’m not like Hui Li, she... she went to sleep early."

She wasn’t carefree, but she wasn’t so unfazed as to have experienced a life-and-death crisis at noon and still manage to sleep soundly at night.

Beichuan Hui Li could fall asleep because she herself hadn’t faced any danger, all the danger had been drawn towards Shen Gu Mirai.

"About that foreign mansion, Mr. Temple, did you ask that old man?" Shen Gu Mirai asked, tilting her head curiously.

Beichuan Si nodded slightly, "I asked a bit."

Then, both of them sat by the tents without prior arrangement, and Beichuan Si began to recount the story as told by Shengong Mu.

Beichuan Si was far less capable of telling stories than Shengong Mu; he could only use simple words, excessively abbreviated, to condense and relate the events to Shen Gu Mirai.

But Shen Gu Mirai liked this style very much.

She listened with keen interest, asking some questions from time to time, which also served to complement what Beichuan Si narrated.

"When I saw the vengeful spirits of so many children in Rain Hall, I already felt something was wrong... but I never imagined that something like this could happen..."

After hearing everything, Shen Gu Mirai let out a small sigh.

Brutal, evil, cold...

No derogatory term would feel out of place to describe those perpetrators and their accomplices.

A bathtub filled with children’s blood, the hollowed-out eye sockets... a crucifixion statue of Jesus...

"It’s almost like... a ritual for some kind of sinister cult."

Shen Gu Mirai flicked her head as she spoke.

"Maybe so," Beichuan Si neither denied nor confirmed.

If they wanted to know exactly what had happened back then, the best way was to enter and explore it directly.