Cthulhu Grocery Store

Just a few minutes before the government's alarm was raised, a strangely dressed man with clown makeup quietly left the building.

"Really~ The sudden change of plan surprised me, and I was almost discovered."

The clown walked into an abandoned warehouse and complained: "If this plan is not interesting, we will be at a disadvantage, Fei Jia~"

"Sorry, I can't guarantee whether it's interesting or not." Fyodor looked away from the page in his hand, and looked at it with eyes like frozen blood, with a trace of hesitation in his eyes, "This is [Book] ]?"

"Yeah, it's broken than expected."

Fyodor took it, and glanced at it: "It seems that the information is true."

Just like the government materials, the first few pages are indecipherable text that no one can decipher.

There is no record of this type of font in the current world database, it may be a special password, but there are countless types of passwords in the world, not to mention self-created passwords, almost no one except me can read.

But Fyodor came prepared this time, certainly not unprepared.

An ordinary-looking superhuman stepped forward expressionlessly, and took the book under Fyodor's gesture. The pages of the book turned automatically without wind, and the pages began to turn automatically.

The clown leaned against the wall: "A person with supernatural powers who can read text? No wonder you came up with this idea."

"His ability is only to interpret the above information based on the text. The only thing that makes me wonder is why he didn't do so in the special agent department, who obviously has Ango Sakaguchi, a person with the ability to investigate all aspects of item information..."

As soon as Fyodor's voice fell, the person with the supernatural power who touched the page suddenly let out a scream. This cry seemed to have witnessed the most desperate and weirdest scene in the world, with protruding eyeballs covered with bloodshot eyes.

Looking at this scene, Gogol raised his eyebrows in surprise: "You didn't operate on him?"

"I've done it. It should have removed his nerves of fear and pain." Fyodor was also a little surprised, but he still looked at the man's reaction calmly.

Under the cold gaze of the two, the skin of the person with supernatural powers began to turn red, and the capillaries on the surface of the skin gradually burst and fell off. During this period, they were accompanied by howls that seemed to be in the depths of hell. In the end, the howls were not even human-like. Yes, the hair and skin fell off like clothes, and what was left in the pool of blood was what looked like a blood corpse.

In the eternal silence, Gogol's voice became a little hoarse: "So... that's the reason?"

"The person who interprets will die."

And the death was extremely miserable, as if he had experienced all the tortures imaginable in this world.

What a frail life, what a frightening end.

Gogol looked at the corpse on the ground, his mind was a little sluggish, and suddenly a figure walked in front of him, and Fyodor slowly knelt down in front of the corpse and stretched out his hand.

"Hey." A hand stretched out from mid-air to stop him.

Gogol's arm remained stretched out, his elbow disappeared from midair, and half of it appeared in midair beside Fyodor, grabbing his wrist with a rare serious look.

"It's better not to touch this."

Fyodor remained silent, but still maintained this posture, insisting silently.

Gogol finally withdrew his ability.

Well, just know that his partner is an out-and-out lunatic.

Going crazy with this lunatic, he is really crazy.

Fyodor picked up the [book] from the pool of blood. Unexpectedly, there was no trace of blood on the book, and the pages were blank.

"It seems that the secrets of this [book] are far beyond our imagination." Fyodor smiled slightly, not afraid, but eager to try. "I am more and more interested. There may be a huge secret hidden in it."

Gogol: "But our clues have been cut off, what should we do now?"

Fyodor touched his chin when he heard this, showing a thoughtful expression.

Seeing Fyodor like this, Gogol knew that he could not disturb him now, shrugged, turned and left, leaving him space.

After he left, Fyodor suddenly turned over a page with two fingers, only to see ink-black writing gradually appear on the originally blank page.

【Are you the one who woke me up? 】

Fyodor slowly raised the corners of his mouth: "Interesting, it seems that the rumor that [book] has self-awareness is true."

[Human, what is your wish? 】

"Can you achieve what I say?"

[Let’s talk about it first. 】

"I want... all the people with supernatural powers in the whole world to disappear."

【Hey~ Interesting wish, in that case you will disappear too, so it doesn't matter. 】

"It's okay." Fyodor's eyes flashed deep, "Can you help me realize it?"

[If it was a week ago, it would have been fine, but not now. I have consumed too much energy, and even the power to wake up has just been absorbed, but as long as I can replenish energy, I will definitely be able to fulfill your wish. 】

"How many people do you need?" Fyodor asked directly.

【It depends on you. Do you simply want all the people with supernatural powers in the present time and space to die, or do you want all the people with supernatural powers in the past, present and future to disappear? 】

"Is it possible to change the past?" Fyodor murmured, his eyes with dry blood gradually lit up, "Of course, the latter."

[What a crazy boy, I like you, how about this, as long as you dedicate 100 million human souls to me, I will fulfill your wish! 】

If you kill 100 million people, your wish will come true.

Fyodor stared deeply at the word 'kill' that appeared on the [book]. There seemed to be a double image in front of his eyes, and his eyes were blinded by endless blood, as if a mountain of corpses appeared in front of him.

"How can I trust you?"

Fyodor lowered his eyes and spoke excitedly, as if he couldn't wait, but kept the last sliver of reason to seek protection.

【Book】Looks like he hesitated for a while

[You can use me to fulfill a few small wishes, of course, there will be a price. 】

"it is good."

Fyodor closed the book, and blood-like brilliance appeared in those indifferent eyes that were almost numb.

"It's... very interesting."

In the next few days, Fyodor used the [Book] to complete a few small things, as if it was really just testing the function of the [Book], and communicated with the [Book] every day, and the attitude was visible to the naked eye. changed.

"100 million people..."

Fyodor closed his eyes: "There are so many people, it will take me a long time to get them together."

[However, there is another way besides this. 】

Seeing this, 【Book】proposed another tempting suggestion.

[As long as you reach that place, maybe you can achieve your wish without spending the lives of 100 million people. 】

come yet.

Fyodor didn't answer right away, and lowered his head slightly, covering the raised corners of his lips, only to hear him quivering in a trembling, long-awaited tone: "Where is it?"

……

It is a diary.

But it is not an ordinary diary, but the exclusive diary of the great master, the supreme god Azathoth.

Since its spiritual awakening, it has automatically understood its mission, and the period of time lying on the table every day, waiting to be written by its master is its happiest time.

Ah~ the great Lord Azathoth, I am also gently writing a diary on it with a pencil today, recording the daily itinerary. Although it has no feet, it is a pity that it cannot accompany Azathoth 24 hours a day, but with this There is something uniquely romantic about this way of knowing its Creator.

however……

This kind of life came to an end suddenly because of a little thief.

It was forced to come to the human world and endure those humble insects writing and drawing on it. Although it endured it because it also needed energy, the only thing it couldn't stand was that it was forced to separate from its beloved Creator .

But it's not hopeless.

It raised energy, made a big change, and as expected, attracted the eyes of those greedy humans, hehe, please wait, great Lord Azathoth, your humble diary will be available soon! Driving the tool man to your side...

I saw it!

[Book] I forgot to keep it mysterious, and the ink on the blank pages was about to spill out with excitement.

[Hurry up, hurry up, it's that grocery store!As long as you go there, any wish will come true~! 】

Lord Azathoth, your lost diary has finally found its home~~

Fyodor stood not far away, looked at the black-haired boy stretching in front of the grocery store, lowered his head and asked, "Is he the one you are looking for? He looks very ordinary."

[Stupid, what do you know, that adult is...]

[Book] The rationality that was about to run away suddenly came back, and the ink blot appeared halfway and then disappeared.

[In short, as long as you send me to that shop, I can fulfill your wish. 】

"I see, thank you for the information you told me." Fyodor smiled slightly, but did not follow the [book]'s words and approached.

"I thought the possibility of this guess was extremely small, but I didn't expect to win the big prize."

The ability to grant wishes.

[Hey, come closer, what do you want to do?etc! 】

The young man standing at the door of the shop seemed to feel something, and looked up at him with confusion in his eyes.

Fyodor nodded politely, the boy hesitated for a moment, then nodded in this direction too.

Fyodor just stared at this seemingly ordinary shop from a distance. The ordinary young store manager did not approach. After standing there for a few seconds, he turned around without hesitation. The coat made an arc in the air and disappeared around the corner of the street.

Shendai Wugu watched the foreigner with Siberian air-conditioning disappear from view from a distance, took another look at the sunny sky, and murmured: "Is it cold today?"

Are foreigners so hard-core, wearing big cotton jackets in hot weather?