A foreigner's journey

"I left my hometown with my luggage...I often dream of my beloved girl...I am far away, but my heart is in my hometown..."

The heavy rain came and went quickly, the humid air was filled with a slight earthy smell, and the bluestone-paved streets reflected the pattering of sunlight.

At the door of a two-story grocery store on the street, a young man holding a broom was humming a song that no one understood, and lazily looking at the people coming and going on the street.

This is a young man who is about 1.83 meters tall. His slender figure is more standard than that of a model. The coarse cloth handyman clothes on his body look like a tailor-made exquisite handmade suit. His matte, ear-to-ear black hair is slightly curly, with an old-fashioned thick bangs hairstyle that firmly blocks the upper half of his face from behind. Coupled with large black-rimmed glasses that are not aesthetically pleasing, it is almost impossible to see his face clearly. What does it look like?

After finishing the sweeping work with almost zero progress, the young man turned his head and looked at the grocery store behind him. It had an old facade, a pitiful variety of products, a single-digit daily passenger flow, and the crumbling wooden sign. The cartoon octopus drawn on it has faded so much that its shape can hardly be distinguished.

This makes the young man wonder how long this grocery store can last.

"Heather! Stop lazing around at the door and come over to move the goods!"

A dull tobacco and alcoholic voice came out from the door: "You're lazy, don't you want your salary?"

The young man named Heather's face dropped. He put the broom against the wall helplessly, patted the dust on his hands and walked towards the house. The lyrics he hummed also changed:

"I'm holding a steamed bun in my hand... there's not a drop of oil in the dish..."

Jingle Bell!

A clear bell sounded as the store door opened.

As soon as you enter the door, there are six rows of shelves, two of which are relatively new. Nearly 1/3 of the shelves are empty. They are filled with low-quality daily necessities, cheap ready-to-eat snacks, and some wilted fruits and vegetables. Really valuable goods such as cigarettes and famous wines are locked in light blue thick boxes. The counter is made of glass.

The fan above her head was spinning feebly, making a creaking noise. Heather, who pushed open the store door, cast her eyes on the figure behind the counter.

Daddy Jack, the owner of the ‘Octopus Jack Department Store’.

"What are you looking at? Why, Master Hai just swept the floor and lost his memory?"

His fat belly stretched the stained plaid shirt tightly, and his gray beard was like a tangled mess of wires. The hair that was so sparse that you could count it by ten was not enough to cover his shiny face. With his skull and a textbook nose, the first impression of this short, fat old man is not always that good.

Father Jack was half-slumped on the shabby sofa behind the counter. He pointed his stubby fingers like carrots at the back to the warehouse. He spoke mercilessly in his alcoholic and cigarette-smoking voice: "Your strength is the only advantage you have. Go ahead and bring out ten boxes of Silu sparkling water."

"Ten boxes? With the amount of customers in our store, do you want to sell it until 2009, old man? This is Dadamir who was born in 1982, and you are the Silu born in 1999. You are awesome!"

The language switched from Chinese to the lingua franca of this world, and Heather complained as she walked towards the warehouse at the back: "I've thought of the advertising words for you - 1999 Silu sparkling water, ten years of accumulation, noble experience, 酅The fragrance is so refreshing that you can experience various hospitals.”

"It rhymes...where do you get all this nonsense?"

After coming back to his senses, Jack's father yelled angrily. He saw Heather sneaking into the warehouse and shook his head: "It's a great guy, but it's a pity that he has a mouth."

One late night two months ago, when I was driving to buy goods, I found this kid lying on the roadside in pajamas and fell into a coma. I didn't know what to think, but I rescued him when my head got hot.

Yes, if we just let him stay where he is, I'm afraid his remains will only be found on the operating table of an illegal black doctor in the morning.

Although he was stunned for a long time after waking up, I have to say that this kid does have a lot of brute strength. Relying on his status as a savior, coupled with the provision of food, shelter and low wages, he hired this guy who claimed to have amnesia without signing any contract, and outsourced all the chores in the store to him.

Then he found that he had made money.

He is incredibly strong and never seems to get tired. He is not very particular about food and accommodation. Although he is not very respectful to himself, he can basically complete the tasks assigned to him seriously. If he has any shortcomings, it is his big appetite and mouth. Too broken.

What? Salary is too low?

A suspiciously illiterate person of unknown origin who claims to have amnesia, takes care of his own food and shelter, and is given 10,000 ordination nuns a month. He is already a saint on earth, right?

For a moment, Father Jack was touched by his kindness. He wiped his eyes and took out half a bottle of whiskey from the bottom of the cabinet, and took a big sip.

Jingle Bell!

The store door was pushed open, and a tall man wearing a black hooded sportswear walked into the grocery store. He smiled and said hello to Father Jack: "Hey, Old Jack."

"Izanabi, I haven't seen you for more than two months, right? Are the supplies not enough?"

Father Jack wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth: "I really don't understand you. Is practicing in the deep mountains and forests so exciting? If you leave me alone for a day, I will suffocate to death."

The tall man known as Izanabi smiled gently, walked to the grocery shelves related to daily necessities, and said while selecting:

"This is the mainstream practice method of our sect, and it's pretty good once you get used to it. By the way, when I came here last time, your handyman was clamoring to go back to his hometown. Have you hired any new people recently?"

Old Jack curled his lips and said: "...Just give it a try."

"Did you really get it?"

Izanabi looked back at Old Jack with some surprise: "You can actually recruit new people with your bad reputation? Wait a minute, you will be fooling the ignorant young man from the country again."

"Apologise! Apologize to the me you imagined!"

Father Jack was furious: "This time, I took him in because he begged me! He...oh, he's here. Heather, this is Mr. Izenabi, our regular customer."

Izanabi turned around and saw a young man whose face he couldn't see clearly, holding a pile of five boxes of sparkling water in his left and right hands, walking steadily towards this side.

"Hi."

Heather nodded towards Izenabi: "Are you a regular customer of this store? That will be really hard on you."

Izenabi watched as the young man named Heather casually placed ten boxes of sparkling water in front of the container, as easily as if he was holding ten boxes of foam cotton in his hands. The stacked boxes did not vibrate when they were placed on the ground, which made people wonder if the boxes were stuck together with glue.

His physical fitness is great, and his coordination is also very good. Only masters who have practiced for a long time can have this kind of skill.

Izanabi subconsciously rubbed his stubble-covered chin. Such a powerful young man could stand out wherever he went, so why would he sink to the old Jack's shop and let him exploit him?

Jingle Bell!

Three leather-clad men who reeked of alcohol broke into the grocery store. The leader, the green-haired mohawk, scanned the store and spit out the toothpick in the corner of his mouth.

Father Jack yawned and waved his stubby fingers in the direction of the shelves:

"Welcome. If you want anything, just go to the shelves and look at it. Our store adheres to the policy of being honest, high quality and low price and strives to serve our customers..."

I could no longer say the greeting routine that I knew by heart.

The dark muzzle of the gun was pointed directly at Father Jack's red nose, and the old man immediately raised his hands.

The other two red-haired broom heads and blue-haired plane heads also took out pistols from their back waists and pointed them at Heather and Izenabi respectively.

"It's such a shabby store. It looks extremely poor. Forget it, it's just a run-down town in the mountains after all."

The green-haired mohawk pointed the gun at Father Jack steadily with his right hand, and hooked his left hand: "Don't make any noise, slow down, old man, and slowly get out from behind the counter, let me see your hands... Very Okay, don't think about any small tricks. You two, go tie up these two unlucky guys and give them a scratch."

Izanabi frowned slightly and adjusted his body at a slight angle into a posture that was easy to attack.

These three guys were very steady with their guns. They seemed to have done more than one job. Moreover, they were not masked and obviously did not intend to survive.

For both emotional and rational reasons, he would not sit back and watch old Jack and the handyman named Heather die in front of him.

Suddenly, Izanabi discovered a very strange key point - although the gun was pointed at his head, the look of fear on Old Jack's face was very perfunctory.

Is this still the timid old Jack? Something's wrong!

The next moment, a blurry black shadow flashed before his eyes.

Accompanied by three muffled sounds of broken bones, the three robbers seemed to have been hit head-on by a locomotive at almost the same time, flying directly off the ground and falling rapidly towards the back!

The store door and the nearest shelf were smashed to pieces! Blood, wood chips and broken goods were flying in the small store, and the dull roar lingered for a long time.

Old Jack subconsciously held his head, and after seeing everything happening around him, he yelled: "Heather! You broke my dad's container again! And this old store door!"

Izanabi, who was standing aside, had a stiff expression. Even with his powerful dynamic vision, he could only barely capture the afterimage.

The young man named Heather punched the three robbers continuously in less than half a second at a super-high speed that was almost instantaneous. The force of each punch was definitely more than two tons!

After taking a look at the three non-human-shaped corpses, gurgling blood slowly accumulated from under the corpses. There were two scratches with smoke floating on the ground. These were the marks produced when Heather's shoes rubbed against the ground at high speed.

This is definitely not a state that ordinary humans can achieve!

Izanabi subconsciously focused his Qi on his eyes and looked at Heather, who was squatting next to the shelf, talking back to Old Jack and packing up the scattered goods.

Although rare, Heather's body is indeed covered with a thin stream of thought energy like a silent river at this moment.

Cold sweat finally dripped from Izanabi's forehead.

A natural telepathic person!

The protagonist's image refers to Ren Amamiya from "Persona 5"