I loaded the ghost talk game

Mr. Tsukada Satake began to adapt to the life in Tomonu Soba.

In fact, life here is good.

Every day, just like everyone else, do your own things step by step, just practice how to make a soba with "original taste".

After letting go of those things in the studio, he felt relaxed and relieved. He no longer had to think about business, no longer had to dig out the details of comics, and no longer had to worry about sales.

Eat regularly and get enough sleep.

The bloodshot eyes that had not faded for a long time were no longer visible, and gradually, the migraine and tinnitus were no longer there.

In light buckwheat, it is very easy to achieve satisfaction.

Every time a new guest comes, an old member leaves.

His ranking in the store will be no surprise, and his rise will be logical. There will be no intrigue among the "colleagues", and everyone will be kind.

Half a year passed in a flash.

Tsukada Satake, who washed his body and mind in the light buckwheat, felt that he had really found his "self".

Then someday.

Another customer came to Dengmu Buckwheat Shop.

The door of the shop opened and the bell rang.

You can see that the customers walking into the store are the same as Tsukada Satake back then, with the same suits and leather shoes, the same tired face, and dull eyes, forming a distinct contrast with the rest of the store's energetic and always contented companions. Compared.

Mr. Tsukada really saw his former self in that person.

"Guest, how long has it been since you calmed down and tasted the original taste of the food?"

"Guest, you'll find yourself here too, just like me."

Mr. Izawa, who made the soba noodles this time, can leave after he has finished making the noodles seriously.

After sending Ize away, the new man in the suit finally got angry: "Hey! Why is the door suddenly unable to open? What are you freaks doing!?"

Hush.

Together with the others, Tsukada Satake took a step forward.

The movements are uniform.

"If it is overheated or cooked for a long time, it will become soft and rotten, thus losing its original flavor."

"Relax. You also need to soak in cold water for a while to find your own resilience."

Tsukada Satake: "Cleanse yourself well, wash away those useless impurities, and then you will become clear and clean, and return to your original nature."

From slandering the clerk at the beginning, to understanding the clerk later, and now becoming a clerk.

Mr. Tsukada finally became exactly like everyone else.

But what's wrong with that?

What's wrong with being able to throw away distracting thoughts and find the simplest satisfaction and happiness here?

...

Afterwards, life in Dengwu Buckwheat was peaceful as usual, without any disturbance for several months.

the night after.

Three tired-looking customers came to the store at once, led by a young man in casual clothes.

Because the number of new customers was more than before, Tsukada Satake, who ranked third, also needed to cook noodles for the guests this time.

But that didn't bother him.

Tsukada has practiced too many times on how to make a soba with "hontaste".

Wearing the overall chef's attire, he started the production piously and seriously.

"The water temperature should be appropriate, and the time to cook the noodles should be appropriate. If it is overheated or cooked for a long time, the soba noodles will also suffer. The more distress accumulates, the noodles will become loose and rotten, and thus lose their original flavor..."

Tsukada, like the predecessors who have left, tells the principles of food and life to the younger generation and diners.

After a meal of soba noodles was cooked, he turned around and went behind the open door of the store, and silently changed into his original clothes.

Time to leave...

When I first arrived, I was always eager to get out.

And when he was really able to leave now, he was not so happy in his heart.

Can the life in the complicated world outside really be happier than in the soba noodle shop?

Tsukada couldn't tell.

Squeak——

The wooden door was pushed open.

This time, there was no resistance.

The scene outside is blurry, and it is an unknown vast world that is surging.

In the store, however, the lights are bright and warm, everything is business as usual, extremely clear, there are traces to follow in all things and behaviors, and there are simple rules to follow.

Tsukada turned his head to the juniors and nodded to the three diners who didn't know why, and then walked out together with the other two companions.

The moment he stepped out the door, the scenery outside became clear.

Tsukada Satake appeared in a small alley in Sumida District.

"Things in the studio..."

Mr. Tsukada breathed the fresh and free air, and began to think about the past again.

It has been more than half a year since he entered Dengwu Buckwheat.

Maybe the studio has already closed down?

It may still be in business for some reason, but it must have changed owners.

In short, don't you need to worry about it yourself?

Tsukada Satake thought so.

At this moment, the phone in his pocket began to vibrate violently.

hum.

hum.

Tsukada took out his phone, only to see countless notifications popping up one after another like dense snowflakes.

[7 days ago: Mr. Tsukada, the manga painting has been completed, do you want to have a look? ]

[7 days ago: Mr. Tsukada, I can't contact you, what happened? ]

[6 days ago: Mr. Tsukada, the animation production team needs you, please come back quickly. ]

[6 days ago: Mr. Tsukada...]

[Missed call][Missed call][Missed call][Missed call][Missed call][Missed call][Missed call]……

[…]

Those red communication messages seemed to be squeezed out of the screen, engulfing the bewildered Tsukada.

"Why? I clearly..."

It's only right that I've been away for more than half a year.

Why was he still chasing after him the complicated affairs that he had to deal with before he entered Dengwu Buckwheat Shop?

Tsukada Satake suddenly felt suffocated and dizzy.

"No, you can't leave like this."

I don't know why.

Totally unable to adapt.

Obviously, he has made up his mind to return to the original crowded society, live a simple life, and find his true self.

Why do these messages keep popping up?

Tsukada didn't know what to do. After staying in Dengwu Buckwheat for more than half a year, he instinctively relied on that comfortable and simple environment, and he turned around suddenly: "Go back! I want to go back!"

"Everyone, calm down! You are saved!"

Tsukada heard someone shouting towards him, and was pulled away by his wrist.

Boom.

Tsukada fell to the ground.

The mobile phone in his hand was still vibrating annoyingly. He looked blankly at the strange environment around him. He felt uneasy and frightened for no reason, so his expression twisted and his voice trembled:

"No, it shouldn't be like this! The outside world... sucks! Let me go back, I want to go back!"

...

"Mary!"

Kamiyagawa stepped forward quickly, pulled out a word, and summoned Mary.

In the Dengwu buckwheat that was about to disappear, he felt the breath of Buddhist mantras vibrating.

It should be Kanazawa and the others who entered it, trying to attack this monster building from the inside.

Before Kanazawa Xingluo and others entered Dengwu Buckwheat, everyone had discussed it.

If they feel that insiders are trying to attack, it means that Jinze and the others who have penetrated into it have already made a judgment, and this building can be demolished by relying on it!

At this time, Kamiyagawa will quickly support.

If it's too late, Kanazawa and the others are likely to be packed away by Deng Wubai!

blah blah.

The sound of hard high-heeled shoes stomping on the ground sounded.

"In front of you."

Mary's red and black foreign dress swayed out of a thick red mist, and the red lantern at the entrance of the Dengwu Buckwheat Shop was just above her head, and the light emitted faintly shrouded Mary's light veil and dignified coiled hair.

Red has always matched her very well.

Bang!

The heavy machete was swung out, and it slammed heavily on Deng Wubai's door panel.

With this knife, sawdust flew everywhere, and most of the facade of the soba noodle shop was chopped down.

The attack works.

Shengu felt more confident, he could already feel the aura of Kanazawa and others reappearing in reality, so he pulled out the light of the saber and slashed forward.

As the Dengmusoba building began to crumble, one could hear the constant murmur of Sanskrit coming from inside.

and screaming in panic—

"Damn, what are you doing!?"

"You will ruin this place!"

"Stop it, stop it!"

"..."

Rumble——

Wooden longhouses continued to collapse, sending debris and dust flying.

The big red signboard lantern "slapped" and fell to the somewhat damp alley road. The scattered candles ignited the lampshade, and the writing on it became blurred and blurred in the firelight.

"Twenty-eight, hand-cut noodles, udon noodles"

Deng Wubuckwheat, a strange building with no "signs of life", still doesn't look good enough when it meets the ghostly brute force of the wild god Mary.

Three times, five times and two times were demolished.

Mary seemed very excited to be able to dismantle and destroy the original intact building in such a way.

When Dengwu Buckwheat completely collapsed, the three of Kanazawa Xingluo got out of it in disgrace.

They also brought out six strangers in white uniforms with bewildered, sad expressions and heartbroken faces.

"What have you all done, what have you done? How can you destroy it?"

only.

The white uniforms who were rescued didn't seem to appreciate the spirit masters.

...

Tonight's action seemed to be quite smooth because of Kamiyagawa's joining.

Afterwards, of course, the personnel from the countermeasure room arrived, preparing to take away the nine people who escaped from Dengwu Buckwheat, and temporarily blocked this alley area in Sumida District.

Street in the early morning.

Kamiyagawa, who was fine now, crossed his arms in front of his chest, leaned against the entrance of the street, watched the police car siren lights on the street flashing red and blue lights, and watched the countermeasure personnel come and go, thinking about tonight's event in his heart. Pros and cons:

"There are no soul crystals or materials after the dismantling of the strange talk building... But the countermeasure room should give me a certain reward based on my support performance, right?"

It's still the same, no profit and no loss.

What was the resource at hand before I came out, and what is the same now, so I didn’t go out for nothing?

After that, you have to think carefully about how to polish the submitted action report in order to recover blood.

"God Valley."

After a while, Master Jinze, who had finished explaining the situation to other colleagues, came over. He was still a little embarrassed at the moment: "Thank you for your timely action outside. If I didn't have your support tonight, I might have to stay in Dengwubaba Li has become a buckwheat fairy."

"Is it that exaggerated?" Kamiya, who was leaning against the wall, straightened up, "By the way, what is it like in Dengmu Buckwheat?"

"It's very ordinary, but how should I put it, it has a warm feeling." Kanazawa Xingluo scratched his head, "And it is filled with a strange atmosphere and power, which may subtly influence people's hearts. In addition, the perception of time passing in it is also It's different from the outside."

From Kamiya's point of view, Kanazawa and the others only spent about ten minutes in Tomonu Soba tonight.

But from Kanazawa's point of view, they had actually been inside for hours.

"So, if you really stay in Deng Wu Buckwheat for a week or even a month in real time, you might be like the other parties when you come out?"

"Probably. After a long time, I'm not sure if I can resist the influence of that power."

"What about now? You ate the soba noodles from Dengmu Buckwheat, maybe you have been affected by that power a little bit."

"Well……"

"However, as a disciple of the Buddhist School, you should have done some practice to get rid of material desires. Then you are the leading disciple of Hongan Temple. You have never had such an opportunity before. Maybe it is a good thing to be affected a little?"

Because he is familiar with Kanazawa, Kamiya can already tease him without taking the liberty.

"Don't say that. Don't look at me like this. I usually practice."

"Ah, sorry, sorry."

Kamiya was talking to Kanazawa, and at a certain moment, his black pupils suddenly narrowed slightly, and his eyes passed over the Jin monk Shangze in front of him, and he saw Mr. Tsukada Satake who was wearing a blanket and was being led by the police from a distance. Get into the police car.

"The person in charge of the animation studio... I have to find a way to get in touch with him again. Although Dengmu Soba has been demolished, I don't know how much influence it will have on him. Moreover, he probably doesn't know now. Treating me as the benefactor who saved him...is difficult."

Kamiya felt that he would see this gentleman again later.

At least through his formal contact with the cultural industry circle in Tokyo, he can successfully get on the line, even if this action is not in vain.

Because Kanazawa has entered Dengmu Buckwheat, eaten the soba noodles in it, and listened to the chicken soup instilled in the soul by the parties, so he roughly knows the process inside, and can guess about the follow-up things.

Through his dictation, Kamiya also learned more about this special strange talk in Sumida District.

Generally speaking, the situation of Dengwu Buckwheat is that it will attract those who are tired from work until late at night and trap them in the store.

And subtly instill the idea of ​​"abandoning distracting thoughts and finding the self" in the store into the minds of the parties concerned.

Perhaps it is really easy for people to go to two extremes.

Once these workaholics with strong ambitions accept this concept, they are as convinced as the fanatics of converts and cannot extricate themselves.

Maybe these people who are trapped in Dengwu buckwheat will really start to enjoy the kind of life with extremely low material desires and simple, fulfilling and satisfying life.

It has become the shape of light buckwheat.

"...It's really a strange story that is difficult to evaluate."

"I agree."

Kamiya and Kanazawa sighed at each other.

Then, Kamiyagawa raised his head and looked at the midnight sky above the city. The dark clouds squeezed on the top of the tall buildings, gloomy and oppressive, so gray that no light could be seen.

In Japan during the Reiwa era, those who were lying flat were really lying down, but those who were still curled up were also really curled up.

Take Kamiya’s own school experience as an example.

Japan itself is a developed country and has been out of poverty for many years, so compulsory education is definitely not included. You can be romantic, get out of class ends at 2:30 in the afternoon, and elementary school education is all about coaxing children to play. If you want to lie down like this, you can do it, but Japan’s elites don’t like this.

Elite children have to take various extracurricular tutoring since they were young.

Japan's extracurricular tutoring has formed a very complete industrial chain, and the goal is to accurately export it to various high-quality junior high schools, high schools and universities. It is very difficult for students outside this rule to come in.

Not to mention others, Onitsuka Little Miko is a living example of elite education.

The social environment has been like this since childhood, and the situation in the workplace after adulthood is naturally the same.

"Sorry, sir. There is an accident ahead, and the passage is no longer allowed. Please make a detour."

Outside the cordon set up by the countermeasure room.

A pedestrian wearing a suit and carrying a briefcase was stopped by the police.

It was obviously a social animal who had just got off work, with deep exhaustion and numbness on his face, he just glanced into the cordon, nodded and turned away without saying anything.

Only under the reflection of the street lights at night, there is a longer and longer, rickety blurred shadow.

And now, it was three o'clock in the morning.

In this world, ghost stories will never die, but may reappear in a different form.

As long as the "Seven Mysteries of Our Firm" is still circulating, as long as Japanese society is still in a state of high pressure, there are still people who have nothing to love about life and work overtime until late at night.

Then one day—

Perhaps in Tokyo, Osaka, or some street corner in Nagoya, the signboard lantern with the words "Twenty-Hachi, Hand-cut Noodles, Udon Noodles" will appear again from the blurred night.

Walking into the store, you will see warm yellow lights.

You will meet a chef who is a little weird, who is inexplicably chicken soup, and puts out a buckwheat cold noodle with a friendly smile on his face:

"The troubles of complicated mundane affairs make people distressed. Guest, how about some simple soba noodles?"