This Japanese Monogatari Isn't Lame
Chapter 349 - 250: The Hidden Place (8000 Word Goal Achieved!)_2

Chapter 349: Chapter 250: The Hidden Place (8000 Word Goal Achieved!)_2

This children’s dormitory was somewhat different from the previous ones.

It wasn’t that it looked different from the other dormitories, so much as one could feel an eerie and chilling sense of grudge emanating from this one.

But Beichuan Si didn’t care about that.

After discovering that the door wouldn’t open normally, a grim energy surged within him, and he simply kicked the door open.

BANG!!!!!

The door fell down, and Beichuan Si entered the room with a flashlight in hand.

The room wasn’t very large, but it was big enough to comfortably accommodate four children.

Directly opposite the door was a window with a cross frame.

Under the window, there was a large low desk, apparently for use by Changchuan and the others who lived here.

On each side of the desk stood a wooden bunk bed, two layers each.

By the bed on the right, some of their drawings and small art projects were still attached, mostly rounded heads of little people.

Beichuan Si approached the desk.

On the drawer of the desk hung metallic nameplates with names carved into them, each fitted with a small lock.

From left to right they were—

"Jiuyuan’s drawer." "Changchuan’s drawer." "Xue Zhu’s drawer." "Shengong’s drawer."

There was no need for grim energy; Beichuan Si immediately noticed that dense grudges lingered around these lockets.

The dreadful grudge was so intense that it seemed to slightly distort the air around it.

Indeed, aside from Shengong Mu’s drawer, the drawers of the other three children were all entwined with grudges.

If a normal person was to make contact directly, the consequences would surely be more severe than a mere drop in luck.

It was evident that these three children had transformed into vengeful spirits.

Beichuan Si’s hand moved, and Jian Ding, charged with grim energy, shone with a cold light.

He raised his hand, then brought it down.

In the air, there was a series of harsh scraping sounds, a piercing noise that made one cover their ears involuntarily.

After that—

All four locks were sliced open by Beichuan Si in one stroke, falling to the ground.

Beichuan Si sheathed Jian Ding and, holding the flashlight, opened the first drawer belonging to Matsubara Kudayu.

The drawer slowly slid out with Beichuan Si’s pull.

Beichuan Si looked inside.

Laid in the empty drawer was an object.

It was the head of a child.

The head stared at Beichuan Si with hollow, resentful eyes.

Beichuan Si wasn’t concerned.

Under the gaze of the grim energy, the child’s head was nothing more than a ’residual image’ formed by pure grudges.

Beichuan Si reached towards the head—

Boom...

The scenery shifted.

Beichuan Si saw Matsubara Kudayu crying and screaming in a basement.

His wrists and ankles had been twisted around, contorted like twisted dough.

Matsubara Kudayu’s face was pale as he cried out in terror.

From the moment he had tried to escape and became exposed, he had already anticipated his end.

Beside him stood a middle-aged man with a kind face and benevolent eyes.

As the man sharpened his knife, he muttered to himself, "Hands and feet are useless now..."

Then.

Under Beichuan Si’s watchful eye, the middle-aged man raised the cleaver in his hand and brought it down on Matsubara Kudayu’s neck, as if slaughtering livestock!

With a ’thud’, the sound was muffled.

The cries of the child vanished in an instant.

Matsubara Kudayu’s lifeless gaze emanated infinite resentment, projecting onto the kind-faced middle-aged man.

The scenery once again stretched—

Beichuan Si snapped back to reality.

"What was that..." Beichuan Si frowned.

He guessed that was what Matsubara Kudayu had seen before he died, using the head’s residual image as a conduit for his thoughts, allowing Beichuan Si to witness the events of that time.

Beichuan Si shook off the extraneous thoughts in his head and opened Fujiwara Nagachika’s drawer.

In this drawer, Beichuan Si saw a pair of clean-cut severed hands.

Following his previous experience, Beichuan Si didn’t worry and made contact with the severed hands.

The next moment, the familiar sensation of the scenery stretching returned.

It was still the same basement, but this time a different person lay on the blood-stained long table.

A spirited little boy with a buzz cut was unleashing a barrage of curses at the person who seemed to be the warden, while trying to free himself from the restraints.

But the strength of a child was too feeble; he couldn’t break free, and could only watch as the person approached him, cleaver in hand.

Thud!!!!

A muffled sound echoed, and the little boy cried out frantically in an instant; convulsions racked his body and froth came from his mouth.

Blood loss happened so rapidly that he started to experience shock and convulsions.

Then came another thud!

With a pull, the boy’s arms were torn off, and an unpleasant stench of blood wafted in the air.

"So much blood... it would be a waste not to make good use of it."

The middle-aged man, who appeared kind and benevolent, hoisted the boy up and then proceeded to the innermost room.

A dozen tiny bodies hung there, and at the very bottom was a bathtub filled with foul-smelling, dark blood.

He tossed Fujiwara Nagachika, who hadn’t died completely yet and had lost his arms, into the bathtub.

Fujiwara Nagachika gradually stopped struggling, resting against the bathtub, his eyes reflecting the cluster of corpses above his head.

The spirit of Beichuan Si returned once more.

This time, he did not hesitate and crisply pulled open the third drawer.

Inside lay a pair of legs, cleaned and dried.

Just like the first two drawers, Beichuan Si once again entered the world of the deceased’s memories.

This time, he saw a gloomy little girl in a long dress.

The same muffled sound, the same basement.

But it was her legs that were removed.

Watching the girl’s life slowly fade, Beichuan Si gently pressed his temples.

He came back again.

But he faintly found some sensation.

The orphanage director seemed to be piecing something together.

Yes.

He seemed to be using the children’s bodies to piece together something.

"Using corpses to piece together... what comes out must also be a corpse, right?"

Beichuan Si flicked his fingers, his eyes rapidly combining what he had just seen and heard.

Unlike Sakurazaka Yuuki, who had a fetish for hands, this orphanage director clearly had a more pure aim.

Piecing together different corpses...

Although this information was also important, it was not what Beichuan Si came to find in this place.

"I came here to look for something like an escape plan, not these memories before death. But it seems there is nothing else in their drawers, apart from their respective removed parts."

Beichuan Si muttered to himself.

Since the first three drawers did not contain what Beichuan Si was looking for, could the answer be in Shengong Mu’s drawer?

After all, there was no resentment lingering over his drawer; perhaps it contained the specifics of how they left the orphanage and their discussions?

With this thought, Beichuan Si subconsciously pulled open Shengong Mu’s drawer.

Shengong Mu’s drawer was empty.

Yes. Just as it literally meant, there was nothing inside, utterly empty.

"..."Beichuan Si.

He hadn’t expected to hit a wall at Shengong Mu’s drawer.

But Beichuan Si had anticipated such a situation.

He glanced around, raising and lowering the flashlight in his hand as if looking for something.

As mentioned earlier, the child dormitory should contain the plans that Shengong Mu and the others used to leave the orphanage, but they were nowhere to be found...

The only possibility was that they had hidden all those discussions in a concealed place.

Which was only natural.

After all, being young doesn’t equate to being foolish.

Shengong Mu and the others certainly knew the consequences should those things be discovered; to place them outright in a drawer would be truly unwise.

Who knows if the director had keys to their drawers?

If that were found during an inspection, the problem would be severe.

Beichuan Si began searching every nook and cranny.

Under the bed boards.

Within the pillows.

Inside the blankets...

Beichuan Si checked one by one.

While he was busy at it, Nishijou Kelian was peeping around and then struggled out from Beichuan Si’s collar.

However, the place where she jumped out was not ideal.

She crashed straight into the wall adorned with the children’s drawings.

With a ripping sound, the wall where the drawings hung was hit by her, creating a black hole.

"What’s this?"

Beichuan Si’s eyes flashed, his mind racing.

Could this be the spot where Shengong Mu and the others had hidden their escape plan...?