I just want a normal life without powers

[May I ask what it's like to be stuck in a strange place with a boss you don't know very well? 】Thank you for the invitation, I am at the station, and I haven’t got off the bus yet.I've been trapped in this compartment with my boss for almost a day now, and I don't know him very well, and the two of us don't know what to talk about.In short, it was very embarrassing, so embarrassing that I wanted to hit the wall.

In all fairness, my boss, Mr. Ango Sakaguchi, is a very good person. He doesn't talk much, is not demanding, and the most important thing is that he pays quite generously.After giving me the list of books to sort out every day, I can't see others. He also allows me to browse the books in the library at will without taking the books out.

There is nothing wrong with Ango-san other than being too polite at times.

Every time I moved bricks, ah no, before moving books, he would politely shake my gloved hand.It was probably a social animal quirk developed by his boss's oppression, such as the need to shake hands to say hello when meeting... Thinking about it this way, Mr. Ango is really miserable.I think his boss is just jealous of his hair.

When I was working part-time in the library, Mr. Taneda, Mr. Ango's boss, visited the library.When he saw me moving the book, he greeted me with a smile.The man looked very kind, but it was a pity that he was a bald man with no hair on his shiny head, and the flies would probably slip when they landed on it.

Sigh... I'm really worried about Mr. Ango's precarious hairline.

I haven't seen Dazai Osamu since I had dinner at Mr. Odasaku's house that day, and I only occasionally see Mr. Odasaku coming out of the basement entrance of the library.When I went to Mr. Odasaku's house for dinner, I once asked Mr. Odasaku where Dazai went.Mr. Odasaku said that Dazai had made serious mistakes before, and he had to work in the library for free for six years before he could be released.But Dazai felt that the time was too long, and he harassed Mr. Ango for a long time before letting Mr. Ango throw him to another place for labor reform... ahem, part-time job.In that place, you only need to work part-time for two years before you can come out.

I think Osamu Dazai may have burnt down a library before and needed to work here for free for Mr. Ango for six years.

After all, he is a cadre of Mafia at the port. I don't see anything that the bandage guy dare not do.

Wait... Dazai won't be thrown by Mr. Ango into some black factory to work and pay back his money, right? The kind that works 18 hours a day all year round.

If so, all I can say is,

Ango-san, well done!

After all, I have now decided that I will work part-time in the library to earn tuition fees in the future. I am very happy not to see this bandage spirit.When moving books, my waist is not sore and my legs don't hurt anymore, and I don't have to work hard to move five or six times in one go.

As for the convenience store where I used to work, that convenience store has been rented out now, and the next operator has converted it into a cake shop.The owner of the convenience store called me not long ago and said that he planned to close the convenience store and return to his hometown in Yayuan to retire.He also told me that if I want to go to Yayuan in the future, I can go to his house to play.

Yahara is in Kyushu. It is said that it is a small rural county far from Yokohama.I have no money to pay the travel expenses, and there is a high probability that I will not see the convenience store owner in the future.

The current situation is like this, Mr. Ango and I are trapped in a very strange car.

Today, I went to the library to move books as usual, and I was exhausted after three hours of moving, so I was going to have lunch after get off work.When I was leaving, I happened to meet Mr. Ango who was about to go out with his briefcase in his arms. He looked serious and anxious.We stopped by and went to the subway station to wait for the subway together.

After the subway arrived at the station, Mr. Ango and I got into a car.The car was full of passengers, and the whole car was filled with the sound of passengers talking and the sound of the subway speeding and colliding with the track.

After driving through two stops, something suddenly felt wrong to me.

Obviously no one got off the bus, why are the passengers in the compartment slowly decreasing?

How did the passengers disappear without even opening the doors?

I was sitting near the window, and Ango-san was sitting across from me.

It was obvious that something was wrong with him too, and he quickly got up and came over to me and grabbed my arm.

"Zi—Yokohama—Zi Zi—the station is here, please get off—Zi."

The subway was still moving, but the radio in the car suddenly sounded, and the radio was mixed with a very harsh electric sound.

The sound of electricity made it difficult for me to hear exactly what station it was.

After the broadcast sounded, some white mist began to rise outside the car window, and the mist invaded the compartment like life.

The fog surrounded me and Mr. Ango, and after they dispersed, Mr. Ango and I appeared in a strange compartment.

The interior of the carriage was dilapidated as if decades had passed, the seats were stained with rust, and the iron sheets on the armrests were warped.The glass of the car window is still intact, and there is nothing else to be seen outside the window except the white mist.

In a trance, I seemed to hear the monotonous drumming of "Boom, Boom, Boom".

I took out my phone and the screen turned blue and I couldn't use it.

The hands of the watch on Mr. Ango's wrist also remained motionless.

Some personal items such as briefcases, ladies' handbags and coats are scattered on the ground in the carriage. It seems that many people have been here.

After observing the briefcase on the ground for a while, Mr. Ango got up and prepared to open the door of the compartment.

However, the door of the car couldn't be opened at all.

I thought it was because he was not strong enough, but when I was going to help him, I was stopped by Mr. Ango, "Miss Sato, stay away from this car door, no one knows what will happen when you open the car door."

So reliable, Mr. Ango.

Mr. Ango has the ability of mental arithmetic. After the timing equipment is out of function, he can still count the time in his mind.

We discussed it and decided to try to open the car door every half hour.

I gave half of the chocolate I brought with me to Ango-san to replenish his strength.Then Mr. Ango and I just sat there staring at each other, trying hard for time.

The atmosphere was awkward for a while.

Although I can use the ability to go back to before I got into the car, I can't leave Mr. Ango alone, and there is no reason to stop him from getting into the car.And he still needs to pay me a salary, ahem, it’s not a matter of salary or not, I can’t just watch Mr. Anwu stay in this inexplicable compartment until he dies after getting on the car.And if this matter is not resolved, many more people may disappear.

Just after Mr. Anwu came and opened the car door more than 30 times, the car door was finally pulled open by him.

Nothing happened, there was a vast expanse of white mist outside, and a dilapidated station could be vaguely seen in the mist.

"Boom, boom, boom,"

I heard that drumbeat again.

"Mr. Ango, did you hear anything?" I walked to the door and followed Mr. Ango out of the car.

"I didn't hear anything. This station is too quiet, and there is no one there. Where did those disappearing people go?" Mr. Anwu looked solemnly at the wall not far away.

I followed his gaze and saw the name of the station written in red paint on the wall not far from us.

【--station】

The first few words were blurred as if they had been painted over.

The more I look at the words pasted together, the more it looks like a painting. It looks like a portrait of a little old man with a stooped body.

"Miss Sato, I don't know what's going on at this station. In order to prevent getting separated, let's hold hands and walk together." Mr. Ango stretched out his hand to me.

I nodded knowingly, and took his hand.

Yes need to be careful.

At first glance, Mr. Ango is the kind of civil servant who is used to sitting in an office. His appearance of being unable to carry his shoulders and hands is quite worrying. I have to protect him.

"By the way, Miss Sato, you just asked me if I heard anything. Did you hear something?"

"I heard the sound of drums... I heard it when I was in the car, but it was not very clear. I thought I had heard it wrong. I didn't expect the drums to be louder after getting off the car."

"Then let's follow the drumbeat." Mr. Ango said. "It's easy to get lost in this fog without reference. Then it's all up to Ms. Sato, maybe you will find something when you get to the source of the drum sound."

"Okay." I pulled Mr. Ango to the direction where the drum sound came from.

After walking for a while, Mr. Ango seemed to be able to hear the drumbeat as well.

A big drum suddenly appeared in the fog ahead.

The drum body is black, and the drum surface is dark red.

A shriveled one-eyed old man with only one leg was beating on the big drum with a drumstick.

Every time the drum beat, he jumped happily.There seems to be a dark red jelly-like substance attached to the drumstick on the drum surface, which stretches and undulates as the old man beats.

"What's going on? Why is there a drumstick floating in the air here?" Mr. Anwu seemed to be attracted by the sound of the drum, and walked over to get the drumstick.

Mr. Anwu couldn't see the old man and the drum?

Damn that old man is...

I am reminded of my childhood shadow.

Unlike those supernatural lovers who pursue thrills, I know that there are really ghosts in this world.That group of weird and disgusting things that only I can see and no one else can see.

The reason why I am afraid of ghosts is that I was frightened by those disgusting things when I was a child.

I don't know what's wrong with them, so they just catch me and scare me, and they are all in the bed and toilet.The more I cry, the happier they are.

I couldn't see them completely until I awakened my powers at the age of 12.

So this strange station and this old man are like those things?

"Wait, don't go over there!..." I grabbed Mr. Ango, but he shook off my hand as if he was fascinated and grabbed the drumstick from the old man's hand.

Mr. Ango began to beat the big drum instead of the old man.

With each knock, Mr. Ango's body became weaker.

When he was beating the drum, I couldn't grab the drumstick in his hand no matter what method I used.

After Mr. Ango's body completely disappeared, the drumstick fell into my hand.

I hold the drumstick in a daze,

Mr. Ango's distorted face with wide-eyed and terrified faces appeared on the dark red surface of the big drum.

lie down.groove.

I shuddered in fright.

The old man next to me seemed to be in a hurry when he saw that I was holding the drumstick but refused to beat the drum for a long time.

I dodged to avoid him, and threw the drumstick I was holding at him.

The old man staggered from being hit by the drumstick, and he let out a scream, and the place where he was hit seemed to turn into mist and dispersed.

My eyes lit up, this drumstick can hurt this thing!

It's easier to know what can hurt you.

Without hesitation, I took out the dagger to activate the ability.

Thanks to Mr. Anwu for allowing me to exercise my physical strength by moving bricks every day, so that I still have the strength to commit suicide and go back in time after a day of hunger.

Time went back to before Ango-san was about to touch the drumstick.

I didn't allow me to think too much at the critical moment. I kicked Mr. Ango down and grabbed the drumstick by stepping on his back, then reached out and knocked on the bald forehead of the one-eyed old man next to him.

The old man seemed to be stunned by me, his one-eyed eyes were full of confusion, and he seemed surprised that my sanity was not controlled by the sound of the drum.

At this time, he should take advantage of his illness to kill him.

I grabbed the drumsticks and crackled like a taiko master, and greeted the old man's skull, calling for a critical blow.

You just like to play the drums, don't you?It's still hilarious, isn't it?Damn let you scare me!Today I will let you know that I, Chika Sato, dominate the Yokohama game hall Taiko's little prince, and the title is not for nothing!

The one-eyed old man became smaller and smaller under my violent beating, and finally his whole body turned into white mist and exploded, completely disappearing.

As the old man disappeared with a scream, the fog surrounding us also disappeared, and the surrounding scenery gradually began to emerge.

When I came back to my senses, I realized that Mr. Ango and I were standing next to the subway station.

And the subway hasn't arrived yet.

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[C680522 Yokohama Subway Disappearance Incident.

Since a week ago, people have disappeared inexplicably from various subways in Yokohama.

The time is random, the location is random, and no pattern can be found.

……

Incident resolved.

No one is missing anymore.

Those who disappeared appeared in various places in Yokohama without casualties.No more abnormalities other than the loss of memory at the station. ] Ango Sakaguchi closed the report and sealed it into the file bag.

Sato Chinatsu's ability is really easy to use, but it's a bit too easy to soften her heart, and she can't help but want to save someone when she sees someone in danger.Give her a little more salary increase, anyway, I don't have anything to spend money on.

The author has something to say:

Anwu deliberately went to the station with Qianxia, ​​and he wanted to use Qianxia's ability to solve this matter.If you don't encounter this once, then every day after Chika finishes work, she will run into Ango who 'just happens' to go out.

Because it was Ango and Chinatsu who solved this problem, only they have the memory of the station. The inspiration for this chapter is the Japanese urban ghost story Kisaragi station. If you are interested, you can search it. It is quite scary.

In the future, the update will probably be every other day, at nine o'clock in the morning.This article has not been saved and I am slow to type, please forgive me.