Cthulhu Grocery Store

"Me?" Shendai Wugu pointed to himself in confusion.

"Yes."

"No." Chuanping stopped immediately, raised his voice excitedly, and calmly pushed his glasses when the two of them looked over, "Wugu, don't you usually visit the shop? It takes a long time to paint a self-portrait. The one who just opened the shop It’s not good to be closed for too long during the period.”

"That's right." Shendai Wugu thought about it too.

"Okay..." Love showed obvious disappointment, "Then wait until you have time."

"Okay, let's take our leave first, thank you for your hospitality."

Shendai Wugu felt that it was not good to bother Love for too long, and he also needed inspiration for creation, so maybe he would prefer to be alone.

"You're welcome, welcome to come again next time." Love looked at Shendai Wugu alone, without giving Chuanping any eyes.

Chuan Ping smiled not at all: "Then let's bother next time."

The two bid farewell to Love. On the way back, the two were silent all the way. Chuanping had the self-portrait rolled up in his hand, and suddenly asked, "Wu Gu, what do you think of this painting?"

"Huh? It's a good painting."

"I mean content."

Shendai Wugu said hesitantly: "It's Mr. Love himself. The man with gray-blue curly hair is sitting on the stone steps with a melancholy expression. It seems that Mr. Love is hiding something in his heart, or is it that the artist really Everyone has their own complicated inner world..."

Chuanping did not listen carefully to what Kamidai Kiriko said later, but glanced at the scroll in his hand from the corner of his eye, and quickly moved it away as if it was on fire.

Did Wu Gu see an ordinary man?

However, what he saw was clearly

With just one glance, he almost went crazy.

If this painting is leaked to the outside world, it will cause a big commotion.

Chuanping sighed deeply, feeling physically and mentally exhausted again.

In ancient times, there was a saying that a companion is like a tiger. In Chuanping's view, it is a child's play. What is a tiger? The person next to him is really terrifying.

Even if they didn't intend to hurt humans at all, but just appeared and passed by, the fragile humans couldn't withstand the impact of their forms at all, and died spontaneously.

Fortunately, most of the outer gods and old days are now in a deep sleep and will not wake up easily.Human beings are able to reproduce.

That's why more guardians like him are needed to reduce the possibility of bad things spreading to the human world. Today, I have also learned a lesson. Everything about the Outer Gods, no matter how small things are, must be cautious.

If he did it again, he would definitely not look at that painting again, almost showing abnormalities in front of Wugu, and Wugu also looked at him with something wrong after that, could it be that he discovered something?

Chuanping took another look at Daiwuko, and saw that he was still praising the painting of 'Mr. Love' enthusiastically, but nothing unusual could be seen.

Well, it shouldn't be a problem. According to his experience, Wugu would ask if he found something wrong on the spot, and if he didn't ask, he would quickly forget about it.

In comparison, Wugu is really reassuring. He has lived in peace for hundreds of thousands of years, and has no hobbies such as painting. He insists on thinking that he is an ordinary person, which is so easy to fool.

……

art... drawing... music...

Something you like and can stick to.

As he lay in bed at night, Kamidai Kiriko couldn't help but recall what he saw in Lovecraft's studio.

I even sleep in the studio. No, it should be said that the bedroom is the studio. Mr. Love really likes painting.

People who stick to their interests and are able to turn them into careers.

It's really amazing.

Shendai Wugu sat up on the bed, got out of bed, opened the closet, and took out the flute that had been dusty for a long time.

Familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar.

Shendai Wugu looked carefully at the flute in his hand, and sighed deeply: "It has to be cleaned again."

Putting the flute aside, Shendai Wugu sat at the table and took out a piece of paper. As if thinking of something, the corner of his mouth slightly curled up, and he drew notes on it with a pen...

With this outline, the time has passed in the blink of an eye.

Shendai Wugu put down his pen and stretched in satisfaction.

There is already a complete piece of music on paper.

"What's the name of this piece of music?" Shendai Wugu fell into deep thought, raised his head inadvertently, and noticed that the sun had risen outside the window.

"Huh!? It's already this time!?"

Shindai Wuko got up abruptly to brush his teeth and wash his face, and toasted the bread in the toaster by the way, and the small apartment was instantly filled with the breath of life.

This morning was as ordinary as ever.

"sleepy……"

Shendai Wugu lay on the cash register and spit out his soul, feeling that he could close his eyes and open them at any time to reach another world.

Is this what it feels like all night, my head hurts...

Sure enough, it's better to close the shop and sleep.

jingle--

Another guest came.

Shen Daiwu Gu Qiang stood up with his body propped up, his arms swept across the table, and the music score completed all night last night was blown up by a gust of wind, and it fell on the only way for the comers.

……

Schindel is a well-known musician who has held no less than 20 continent-wide tours since he emerged in the spotlight at the age of 30, and the venues are sold out.

But also because of the crowd's pursuit and the tight creation and performance, he seems to have lost his way forward at some point, and can't find the inspiration to continue to maintain his brilliance.

How can you settle for mediocrity when you have already tasted the pinnacle?

He couldn't lower his head to learn from the old-fashioned musicians he looked down upon, and gradually began to take a slant for inspiration.

For this reason, he has tried many extreme methods: smoking du, drinking alcohol, and even composing music with pure virgin blood, but no matter how he tries, he will never be able to win the favor of the goddess of inspiration.

Early in the morning, he had just come out of a certain mistress's house, and somehow he stopped in front of this shop.

It was as if some faint impulse told him that he could find what he wanted in it.

Sindel opened the door and walked in.

Stepped into the magic cave with one foot.

His spirit has been exhausted in the absurdity. Just seeing the visions around him, vague babbles came to his ears. His rationality gradually faded away, and he stepped into the abyss with half a step. The obsessive spider silk pulled him tightly.

He must definitely play the best music in the world, so that people who hear it can never forget it. Except for his music, other music is just rubbish, scum, and can no longer be heard!

When Sindel stepped into the store door, his temples throbbed unnaturally, and his eyeballs turned around in the opposite direction. He even ignored the horror and abnormality in the store.

"Welcome, guests, please be careful where you step."

Sindel subconsciously looked at his feet, lowered his head and picked up a piece of paper, his eyes were glued to it when he saw the first line of musical notes.

This is it!

The notes on the paper seemed to be twisted, separated from the paper and floated in the air, drilled into his ears and spontaneously formed a heavenly tune. Sindel's thin and mean face instantly slowed down, as if he had heard some fairy music, He has seen little angels descending to earth to guide him to heaven.

Even the twisted and terrifying scene around him seemed to become cute.

It must be God's guidance that made him encounter this score.

"Guest? Do you need anything?" After the guest came in, he picked up his music score and kept staring at it. It was rare for God Dai Wugu to feel a little embarrassed.

"May I ask what it takes for me to get this sheet music?"

The first few customers were terrified and had to buy things to pay the bill. Even Damon Spedo couldn't help but feel hairy when he saw the environment in the store. Fortunately, Sindel has completely ignored the surrounding people who are staring at him now. The eyeballs and the protruding tentacles proactively stepped forward to look at Shendai Wugu earnestly.

"Is this sheet music? Sorry, it's not for sale."

"Whatever you want, as long as I have everything, I can take it, oh no, even let me play it once, please!" Sindel almost knelt on the ground.

All he wanted was this sheet music, and nothing else.

Even if it takes everything, he is willing.