Cthulhu Grocery Store

Damon Spedo had just walked out of a reception banquet, tired of seeing the hypocrisy of nobles, compared to that, he would rather go back to the battlefield to face those French soldiers, at least not in the defense of firearms. At the same time, we have to deal with the soft knives in those people's words.

His dear Elena seems to have joined some strange organization recently, and she doesn't often show up at such banquets, so that's good, he is also planning to see what kind of leader of the organization that Elena can commit herself to join If they are unqualified, bring Elena out as soon as possible.

Dimon was thinking about things, walking around aimlessly on his feet, and when he came back to his senses, he had stopped in front of a store he had never seen before.

"Oh, there is actually a shop in this kind of place."

The decoration of the shop is very strange, at least he has never seen a similar style, it is a bit like the buildings on the islands in the Far East, but it suddenly appeared on the Sicilian peninsula.

hallucination?Someone is provoking him?

Damon Spedo's mouth curled into a smile that made the enemy shudder, and he stretched out his hand and pushed open the shop door.

Let him see what that unknown enemy is up to.

Stepping into the store is like facing an abyss.

Gloomy, eerie, creepy tentacles danced around, and the darkness around the store flowed like a solidified liquid.

The pendulum on the wall swayed randomly, and the disturbing ticking sound was endless.

The figure of gray mist stood quietly in front of the cash register, smiling at him: "Welcome."

This is really...

Damon took a deep breath, and what rushed into his nose was a pungent, fetid smell, like the smell of a rotting corpse.

Not a hallucination.

He made a judgment based on his excellent illusionist level, but at this moment, he would rather meet an illusionist who is far superior to himself.

Rather than, indescribable... what kind of monster.

"If you need anything, you can see for yourself." Shendai Wugu looked at the tall and handsome military uniform on the guest, without changing his face.

As a person who chooses to open a store in Akihabara, Kamidai Wugu has already investigated on the Internet. This area often holds manga exhibitions. Even if there is no exhibition, many people will come here to let themselves go, and the costumes are strange. I heard that some time ago There was also a convenience store that reported a zombie invasion, but when the police arrived, they found that it was just a cosplayer performing a stage play.

All in all, one thing to keep in mind in this neighborhood is not to judge guests by their attire and odd behavior.

Kindai Wugu controlled his eyes and stared at the customer without being rude, trying his best to pretend to be a calm old store manager.

Damon tried his best to calm himself down. The most taboo thing for illusionists is to panic. Once the mood fluctuates, it means that the illusion has a flaw, which often means death in battle or on the battlefield.

The bubble-shaped aperture in the shop shone down on the light source, and Damon's mind was in a trance for a moment, and he seemed to hear thin whispers in his ears. If he listened carefully, he could hear some unknown knowledge and taboos.But he doesn't have the time to listen now.

Strong willpower played a role at this moment. Daemon was a person who had just retired from the battlefield not long ago. He was a soldier, a warrior who had gone through the test of blood and fire.

Therefore, no matter how crazy things he saw, Dimon tried his best to suppress the fear in his heart and did not lose his mind.

At present, the gray mist monster has no signs of killing him, so it's best not to provoke him.

He remembered the 'welcome' and 'what do you need' that the fog people said at the beginning

This is indeed a shop.

Damon pretended to be nonchalant and boldly wandered around the store, just like an ordinary customer.

Suppressing his nausea, he walked through large and small areas and stopped in front of a container.

Inside the red velvet box were six strangely shaped rings, some in the shape of horns, some with numbers representing demons written on them, some with eyeballs protruding, some waving wildly like Medusa's snake hair, and some Wronged souls howling.

But Damon felt a deep attraction, and these six rings seemed to match his illusion attribute very well.

He carefully picked up the red velvet box from the shelf, and walked towards the gray mist man: "How do you sell this?"

Sure enough, it's a secondary illness.

Seeing the weirdly shaped rings, Kamitai Wugu was not surprised by his choice at all. Fortunately, he considered that this place is close to Akihabara, and manga exhibitions are often held here, so he wisely entered a batch of rings that looked bluffing but were actually not. There are no decorations.

Finally, finally, after the stolen diary, a decent sale has been made!

Hiding the touch in his heart, Komisero Kiriko replied with a smile: "3500 yen, thank you for your patronage."

Damon Spedo froze.

Oops, why did I forget just now, he doesn't necessarily have the currency here.

Yen?It seemed to be in yen, but he only had lire.

"This guest?" Shendai Wugu tilted his head in doubt, why did he suddenly froze?Is his price too expensive, but this is only a little higher than the purchase price.

Under the oppressive gaze of the gray mist man, cold sweat dripped from Damon's forehead. After thinking for a moment, he took out all the money on his body from his pocket: "Is this okay? I don't have Japanese yen with me."

Eh?Is it a foreigner?

Looking at the lira in his hand, Shendai Wugu felt a little annoyed. It would be very troublesome to exchange it for money, and how should the exchange rate be calculated?

But it was hard for the guests to come, and there was no reason to drive them away.

"I see, then pay the bill in lire."

Damon immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and didn't care how much the value of the lira in his hands exceeded, and put them all in the hands of the gray mist: "These should be enough."

"Thank you for your patronage." The gray mist man nodded and watched Damon leave the store.

Leaving the suspicious shop, Damon turned his gaze to the red velvet box in his hand. The six strangely shaped rings on it seemed to come alive the moment they touched the outside world, exuding evil wantonly.

He almost immediately understood how to use the ring. As long as he wears it, he can greatly increase his illusion and improve his combat effectiveness. But at the same time, he will sign a contract with some indescribable existence. The more he squeezes the power of the ring, the crazier he will become , until the soul becomes the nourishment of the ring.

It is worthy of the goods sold in that kind of place, with the same distortion and madness.

Damon smiled lowly, put on one of the rings, and disappeared into the night of Sicilian streets.

……

Shindai Wugu got up early in the morning and went out to buy high-grade yokan, planning to visit Mr. Love later.

I have been busy with the grocery store for the past two days, and I almost forgot to promise to make an official visit. I must not delay today, otherwise it would be too rude.

When passing by the corridor, Kamidai Wuko saw Uncle Kabira standing in front of the new neighbor's door with a solemn face: "Uncle Kabira?"

"Oh, Wugu." Chuanping took a step back, with a forced smile on his face, "Are you also here to visit this new neighbor?"

"Yes." Kindai Kiriko gestured to the high-grade yokan in his hand, "Uncle Kawahira too?"

"Well, but it looks like our new neighbor isn't home."

"Eh?"

"Actually, I knocked on the door a few times before and there was no one, maybe I was out."

"Really?" Shendai Wugu knocked on the door unbelievingly, and there was silence inside.

"It really doesn't look like..."

The door opened suddenly.

Lovecraft didn't even look at Chuanping who was standing aside, and said to Shendai Wugu, "Good morning, Wugu."

"Oh, good morning, Love." Kamidai Wugu was also surprised that he was really at home, subconsciously glanced at Chuanping, "Is Love always at home?"

"Yes." Second answer.

"Huh? Then Uncle Chuanping knocked on the door just now..."

Lovecraft's gaze swept across Chuanping slowly, and said casually, "I didn't hear that."

Uh, so straightforward.

Chuanping twitched the corner of his mouth.

Shindai Wugu smiled dryly, and raised the gift box in his hand: "Well, I agreed to come and visit last time. I don't know your taste. Can I get used to Japanese yokan?"

Lovecraft accepted the gift: "Thank you, please come in."

Shendai Wugu is also curious about what the artist's home will look like: "Excuse me."

There is no shoe cabinet in the entrance, and there are no shoes.

"Don't you need to change your shoes?"

"Well, come in directly."

Sure enough, the living habits of foreigners are different from those of Japanese.

Shendai Wugu took two steps, felt that something was missing, turned around and found that Uncle Chuanping was still at the door: "What's wrong? Aren't you coming in?"

"Ah, it's okay." Chuanping raised his head slightly, his lenses reflected slightly, and he couldn't see his eyes clearly, "I just remembered that I didn't bring a souvenir. Would it be rude to visit like this?"

"Huh? I don't think Mr. Love will care."

Lovecraft nodded. "You can go back."

"Just look at me and say... Huh?" Shendai Wugu turned to look at Lovecraft in confusion.

"It's good that the fog is here." Lovecraft said lightly, "Remember to close the door."

Chuanping pushed his glasses, and put on a flawless smile: "Excuse me, I'll deliver the souvenir later."

I'm in trouble.

Shendai Wugu didn't seem to notice it at all, no, it would be better this way.

Whether it was the lack of footsteps when he came to open the door, or the similar distortion and creepy weirdness that emanated from his whole body.

— This guy is, without a doubt, a 'monster'.