Cthulhu Grocery Store

After working all night, I finally brought the whole block back to normal.

Those who were unfortunately involved in the contamination were all treated by Miss Yuko and sent home. When they wake up, they will probably regard everything as a dream.

"How do you feel?" Uncle Chuanping leaned against the wall and looked at Bai Lan who was so tired that he was almost lying on the ground. "You can feel the hard work of the guardian. It is easy to destroy something, but it is very difficult to maintain and rebuild it."

Bai Lan's outlook on the world and life has been impacted, and now she has fallen into the sage mode.

"I said... are we an organization?"

Chuanping noticed that he said 'we' and raised his eyebrows: "Yo, are you determined to do it with me?"

"If Azathoth wakes up, the whole universe will be ruined, so where can I go?" Bai Lan figured it out, since life can't resist, then accept it, the guardian or the title doesn't seem to be bad, "and I hate when people answer questions with questions."

"Well, I used to be alone, so of course it wasn't an organization. Now that you are added, I think it should be an organization. Well, the main task is to lull the evil god to sleep." Chuanping said jokingly, "Well, you are What look?"

Bai Lan frantically gave Chuan Ping winks, but unfortunately the two had no tacit understanding at all.

"Sleep for what?" Kamidai Kiriko asked curiously standing behind Kawahira.

Chuanping almost jumped up, his goosebumps rose in an instant, he turned his head and looked at Kamidai Wuko in horror: "You, why are you here!?"

"I'm out to take out the garbage." Shendai Wugu explained while holding a black garbage bag, looking at the clothes of the two at the same time, a little hesitant, "Who are you?"

After a busy night, both of them were more or less embarrassed.

Chuanping Jizhongshengzhi: "Hey, it's like this, we went to organize a volunteer activity to condolence to the orphanage last night, many of those children were accidents when they were young, and it was difficult to fall asleep at night, so we thought about how to coax them to sleep... "

"Really? But what organization did I hear just now?" Shendai Wugu hesitated.

"Of course it's true. The organization, uh, is a volunteer organization. We're thinking of a name."

"Oh, so that's how it is~" Kamitori Kiriko thought for a while, and pushed his glasses, "Can it be called 'baby in pajamas'? It sounds more friendly, and children should like it."

Chuanping: "...Then call it this."

Bai Lan's original gloating expression could no longer be smiled.

Chuanping skipped this topic tiredly: "Going to the store again?"

"Well, but before that, I have to find someone to repair the door, and I don't know why it suddenly broke."

"That's it." Chuanping felt a little guilty.

……

"April [-]st, are you tired today too?" Komojiri Koko came to Ichihara Yuko's store and found April [-]st, which was almost collapsed in the corridor.

"Fog, Wugu?" April [-] noticed Shendai Wugu's face, as if he had been frightened by something, he jumped up all of a sudden, his limbs swaying strangely.

"Why do you look like you saw a ghost?" Shendai Wugu was at a loss.

"No, nothing..." April [-] had complicated eyes.

Ms. Yuko's voice came from inside the room: "April [-]~I want to have breakfast~"

"Understood, wait for me to heat it up!" April [-] roared inside, and then said to Shendai Wugu, "Sorry, I'm leaving first."

"Did I come at the wrong time?" Shendai Wugu blinked.

"Of course not," Ichihara Yuko's swaying figure appeared in the entrance, today she changed into a kimono with a lotus pattern, gentle and noble, holding a pipe in one hand, looking at him with lazy red eyes, "still If you haven't eaten breakfast, let's come together."

Shendai Wugu hesitated for a while, smelled the seductive aroma faintly coming from the kitchen, and changed his words: "Then I'd rather be respectful than obey my orders."

On April [-]st, I went to the kitchen to prepare. Yuko Ichihara invited Komiko Komiko to their usual Japanese-style living room, and took the high-end snacks that Komyo Komiko brought out with a little surprise: "This isn't something that has been particularly popular on the Internet recently." fruit~"

"I don't know if Ms. Yuko likes to eat dim sum. I saw that many girls would go to this store on the Internet." Kamito Wugu said embarrassedly, "It can be regarded as thanks to Ms. Yuko for taking care of me during this time. After that, I I may come to disturb you often, please give me more advice."

"It's easy to talk~" Yuzi took the snack box with satisfaction.

Shendai Wugu thought for a while and asked: "Miss Yuko, did something happen to April [-]st? He looked very bad when he saw me."

"It's okay, it's just that the child still has one thing he hasn't figured out, but it's coming soon." Yuko lightly puffed out the smoke ring.

Nothing figured out?

Shendai Wugu was a little dazed, but soon a smell of food swept over his sense of smell, and the doubts just now were instantly forgotten.

"smell good!"

"My family's April [-]st is good at cooking~" Yuko Ichihara proudly boasted, holding her face in both hands.

"What is my family's April [-]st? I don't belong to anyone!" April [-]st was dissatisfied verbally, but obediently served everyone a meal.

"Yo, it's April [-]st."

"Shut up and eat, Miss Yuko..."

"Pfft~" Shendai Wugu frowned, "You guys are really interesting, and you have a good relationship."

"Where there is, you haven't seen him and Domeki." Yuko Ichihara waved his hand, picked up a piece of potato with chopsticks and put it in his mouth, "It tastes good, April [-]st is very good at cooking."

Shendai Wugu lowered his head, took a bite of the fish and tasted it carefully, then raised his head and showed a happy smile: "Well, it's really delicious! I haven't eaten such a delicious dish for a long time, thank you."

April [-] was stunned for a moment, with a gentle smile in his eyes: "Thank you for the compliment."

After breakfast, Kamashiro Kiriko left first because he had to find someone to fix the door lock, Ichihara Yuko sipped sake: "Thought it out?"

"Miss Yuko, did you already know the impact He will have on human beings?" April [-]st thought of the men and women who were polluted last night.

"It's not his fault, it's just that human beings are too fragile." Yuko fiddled with the wine glass on the table, "Just existing here, human beings will even collapse when they see their appearance, and human beings will be on the verge of madness when they make a sound, but this It is definitely not the fault of any party, if you insist on it, it is the so-called natural disaster."

"April [-]st, remember what I once said?"

"Don't be afraid, but you need to be in awe." April [-]st seemed to realize something, the burden was lifted from his shoulders, and the sorrow in his eyes dissipated a lot: "Miss Yuko, I want to send Wugu a bento tomorrow. "

"Whatever you want, of course, what I just said will cost you."

"Eh? This is too dark!"

"Let's think about it, let's use tomorrow's big meal as the price. On April [-]st, I want to eat puffer fish hot pot~"

Shendai Wugu knew nothing about the impact of last night's incident, so he booked a master to come to repair the door lock. During this period, he thought about it and felt that he was idle, so he went to open the store for business.

When he came to the store, Kamdai Wugu recalled how yesterday's guest regarded the music score he wrote as a treasure, and patted his head with some annoyance: "Oops, I forgot to leave a contact information."

I don't know what's going on, if, he means if it can really be published...

Kamitori Kirito fantasized beautifully for a while, then lay down on the table and sighed: "What are you thinking, this is even lower than the chance of winning the lottery."

……

In Hunter World, Sindel went to that shop several times after that day, but they all ran away, as if that weird shop was just a phantom in a dream and did not exist in reality at all.

But he knew it was true, and the evidence was the sheet music in his hand!

If someone who knew Sindel before was here, he would no longer be able to recognize him. The former Sindel was as famous for his cleanliness and arrogance as he was for his talent as a musician. Unkempt times are impossible.

And now he is like a different person, with skinny and yellow cheeks, almost no hair loss, and bloodshot eyes, like an addict holding the sheet music day and night, murmuring something unknown So babbling, shutting myself in the room and not seeing anyone.

His mistress came looking for him, with a look of sorrow in her eyes, for Sindel had to come and look for him, since she had not been to her for so long.

"Mr. Sindel, Mr. Sindel! Are you in there?"

There was no response, and just when she was about to give up, the door suddenly opened a small gap, and the person inside stared at her with a pair of horrible bloodshot eyes.

"Sindel... sir?"

The mistress covered her mouth in horror, but she hadn't seen her for a while. Sindel seemed to be ten years older, with drooping eyelids, a yellow and thin face, bloodshot eyes, and a terrifying expression.

"I need an audience." Sindel said quietly, staring at the woman with his round glasses, "Would you like to listen to my performance?

"Mr. Schindel, what you need most now is to see a doctor."

"Are you willing?" Sindel turned a deaf ear, but asked persistently, "I will give you half of my property, as long as you are willing, listen to my performance."

The way he spoke was very strange, as if something was blocked in his throat, his tone was low and his voice was indistinct.

The mistress hesitated for a moment, but when she thought of the money she could get, her greed swelled in an instant.

She nodded slightly.

Sindel's smile was even brighter, even grinning to the ears, and he stretched out his hand to pull her into the room...

For several days in a row, no one came in or out of the apartment. It wasn't until the landlord followed the stinking smell and opened the door that he discovered that the dead people here looked like two strange corpses.

The woman's corpse actually had four arms and four legs, and the man's body didn't change much, but his corpse didn't show any signs of decay after being dead for many days, and there was a strange satisfied smile on his face.

This became a strange story. The police station couldn't stop the opinions of the onlookers, and it was quickly spread from ten to ten, and gradually developed into a story like an urban legend.

After the death of the famous musician, Sindel, his property was divided by relatives who came to him, and the music scores flowed into the market.

Among them, the weirdest thing is the four music scores played by different instruments. It is said that once played, extremely weird things will happen.

Some hunters came to investigate, but there was nothing to gain. It is just a general judgment that Sindel unconsciously awakened his ability of thinking, but after his death, his thinking ability changed and attached to the four music scores, cursing all those who played the music scores people.

Over time, these four scores became known as the Dark Sonata, and were listed as taboo repertoire by the Hunter Association, and they were forbidden to be played on any occasion.

As time passed, everything returned to normal, and the landlord isolated the room where Schindel was alive, charging a tour fee and entrance fee.

Nothing unusual happened, and people lost their curiosity.

The world is as peaceful as ever.