It was getting late, so I said goodbye to the director, and she escorted me to the entrance of the nursing home.
"There are still many things I haven't discussed with you."
"Save it for next time."
"Okay! Then I have to prepare carefully."
"I'm looking forward to it."
"Well, look forward to it!"
The dean's response was filled with the characteristic cheerfulness of a middle-aged man, and then he added as if he was remembering something:
"By the way, you can also accompany me to reminisce with the old people... Ah, forget it, I remember you don't like to recall the past."
"Oh~~you actually know."
"You once told me that I will never forget it."
"Your memory is also very good..."
I can't help but be surprised.
"Haha, because I have less things to remember."
"Awesome...but it's not that I don't want to remember it at all, it's just...well..."
I paused and said:
"If you compare memory to a book, I probably belong to the type of person who doesn't often read books, so my memory is inevitably covered with dust...and whenever a group of people gather together to reminisce, the dust will be collected
It's everywhere, so full of smoke and dust that even the reality right in front of you is blurred... I hate this feeling."
"After all, you have mysophobia."
"Isn't it?"
We looked at each other and smiled like old friends.
......
"It's so lively."
I stepped into a street and immediately felt a familiar lively atmosphere that was different from that of a sanatorium.
At dusk, people are doing their last business of the day.
Okay~~What should we do next?
I am leisurely thinking about the next arrangements.
First, have a pleasant dinner with Raya~~
Then...
"Hey, Keelung, have you started working?"
I noticed the acquaintance beside me and said hello to him.
"...It's Mr. Gu, good afternoon."
Keelung, who was concentrating on injecting magic into the lighting equipment on the roadside, stopped what he was doing and bowed to me, his pointed goatee tucked into his collar.
"When you finish, it will be 'good evening'."
"Haha..."
"Then I'll go back first, thank you for your hard work."
"Yes..."
I felt bored and waved my hand and left.
Strange... Keelung is always cheerful, but for some reason he is in such a low mood today.
He is the "Lamplighter" in the town, and is responsible for replenishing the magic lighting equipment with enough magic power to operate for a whole night before nightfall.
This profession sounds easy, but only people with a high basic magic value can take it.
The basic magic value is determined from birth and will never increase or decrease - this is the so-called talent.
As far as I know, Keelung's basic magic value is one of the best in the town. Unfortunately, the combat talent is too weak and is not suitable for joining the army.
...By the way, my basic magic value is zero, and all other magic talents are also zero.
No, I think of the ninety-nine nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine plug-ins I wasted again, well...
I scratched my hair in frustration.
"Ah, you are the guest that day!"
The sudden voice came from a girl.
"...me?"
I looked over subconsciously and my eyes met hers.
"Yes! Aren't you a guest that day?"
"...What day are the guests?"
Why don’t I remember seeing her?
"Guests in the restaurant."
The girl smiled slightly:
"You came here on the opening day of my father's restaurant, didn't you?"
"Well..."
Restaurant...opening...oh!
That free dinner, that bad-tempered store manager...
Speaking of which, the grumpy store manager said that he has a daughter...
"You are the daughter of a violent store manager, right?"
"Yes."
What a risk, I almost let it slip.
"It's a shame that you still remember me. It was obviously a long time ago."
I only went to the restaurant on the day when the order was free, and it has been more than a month now.
"Because since then, few people have come."
The girl confessed with a wry smile:
"Besides, I stayed in the corner of the restaurant that day and took note of every customer."
Corner... No wonder I have no impression of her appearance.
"What's the motive?"
"To be able to express my gratitude when we meet by chance one day in the future."
"Huh?"
I asked puzzledly:
"What is there to be thanked for? I didn't even pay."
"But not only did you and the other guests not care about my father's character, you also sent blessings to the restaurant."
Blessings...
"...You can see this."
She was talking about the bet.
"It's obvious!"
The girl changed her subject and showed a troubled expression:
"Besides, my father's personality is indeed a bit strange, but he is definitely a very good person, I promise!"
"I believe it."
I waved my hand.
"Besides... I believe you know that my father is running around for me."
"Hmm. It looks like you have to leave again?"
I glanced at the carriage next to the girl. The carriage was filled with packed luggage.
"Yes."
"What about restaurants?"
"It was no longer open last week."
"Oh..."
Sure enough, the divine eye is not wrong.
"...Why bother?"
"It's all my responsibility."
These words seemed to hit the girl's pain point. She shook her shoulders and lowered her head:
"Please forgive me for being so self-righteous...I think it's probably some kind of curse."
"Curse?"
"Yes, a curse... I have been having nightmares since I was fifteen years old. What's even more incredible is that... the bad images in the dreams will always be reflected in real life in some way.
Reappear in..."
Oh oh oh oh, isn’t that a prophetic dream?
"As time went by, I couldn't bear it anymore, so I told my father... At that time, we lived in an area on the western edge, and there were often wars nearby. At first, he thought it was because of the war, so he moved to the mainland.
...However, it was only stable for a while, and the nightmare came again..."
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...Hey, hey, what a coincidence.
"You also had nightmares in our town?
"Did it once..."
It’s only once, but it’s like changing your place of residence in the face of a huge enemy?
I can't understand.
"What did you dream about?"
"I can't remember clearly...but...it was a very terrible dream, with fire spreading everywhere, blood and corpses all over the ground, and everything around was stained with a ferocious red...
..I’m running in a panic, but I can’t escape... Hell! It’s simply hell!”
"..."
What...sounds just like a normal nightmare.
Will the town of Vig turn into hell?
Alas...for a moment, I really thought that there were precognitive dreams.
I stared at the girl who was gradually becoming incoherent, and most of my inner interest had disappeared:
"Are you sure it's not subconscious?"
"No! Definitely not!"
The girl said excitedly:
"It's a curse... Wherever I go, misfortunes happen..."
"Well..."
This man is not in his right mind - I have come to the conclusion.
"According to what you say, something will happen to our town?"
"This..."
The girl lowered her eyes:
"I dare not conclude... the scene in the dream is extremely unreal, it shouldn't, it shouldn't..."
She kept mumbling.
I looked at her - she had serious dark circles under her eyes, her hair was slightly yellow, and she looked like she was suffering from insomnia.
I don't believe her at all.
My more than 100 years of stable experience in a small town are enough to make all illusionary concerns disappear.
I wait for her to calm down.
"I have to admit that your father is a very patient man."
In other words, constantly changing addresses...your father has saved a lot of money.
"Well..."
At this time, the girl's eyes were in a trance, as if her consciousness had left her body.
After a few seconds, she raised her head and tried her best to show a nonchalant, natural smile:
"Um... I'm sorry, please pretend you didn't hear what I just said... It's just a nightmare, completely unbelievable. Just like you said, it's just a subconscious influence."
...Eh?
"Oh, why did your attitude change all of a sudden?"
"Haha... From time to time, I will make crazy remarks and make some irrelevant remarks, which will cause trouble to you? I'm really sorry."
Huh? What is this? Suddenly becoming reasonable?
Seeing that I was speechless, the girl quickly asked:
"Did I say something outrageous? Are you okay?"
Have you even forgotten what you just said?
Hey hey...could this guy...
"Schizophrenia?"
"...Yeah!"
The girl covered her mouth:
"Have I even told you my medical history? How could this happen..."
"It's true..."
"...Yes, I suffer from mild schizophrenia...Did I offend you? Sorry!"
"It's okay... By the way, how long have you been like this?"
"Well...probably...about three years. During this period, I always had weird nightmares, lacked sleep, and suffered from mental problems."
"...It's not easy."
I didn’t know whether to comfort me or not, so I just sighed.
Hey, wait...
Why did she still talk about the nightmare after she returned to normal?
So is the nightmare real or fake?
Although I can see that this guy has poor sleep quality, is her nightmare related to the prophecy? Or is the part of the precognitive dream made up at will by her "personality"?
I was very conflicted in my heart, but I didn't say it out loud - if my questions made her nervous again, it would be even harder to cope with it.
"Then...do you remember the reason why you stopped me?"
"Eh? Of course I remember, you are a guest at my father's restaurant."
Well, that's good. If I need to explain it from the beginning, it will be troublesome.
"Well, what did I... tell you?"
"I didn't say anything."
"But you don't look happy..."
The girl looked at me worriedly.
Not only am I not happy... I listened to your description of the nightmare inexplicably, only to then tell me that it was just nonsense? It was a waste of precious time and made me uneasy...
..
"Well... I just feel guilty because I have wasted time unintentionally."
"Pfft..."
The girl didn't know what was going on and started laughing.
"What you say is so interesting!"
"Really..."
"Why don't you just say that I wasted your time!"
"Oh, you understand."
"I'm pretty smart in some ways!"
Without any embarrassment, the girl proudly declared.
Eh...
The current conversation was much more relaxed than before, and I gave up the idea of finding an excuse to leave.
I have to say, this guy is quite interesting.
"Yes, my baby girl is the smartest!"
......?
......!
Without any warning, the girl’s father, the restaurant manager, and the irritable uncle appeared behind me.
"Ah, you're here!"
"Wow...I was scared to death. When did you come?"
"I have been observing you from the moment you approached my baby girl."
"...Oh, you were there the whole time."
I looked up at the store manager who was half a head taller than me. His clothes were bulging with strong muscles.
"So..."
The store manager stretched out a thick hand, opened his palm, pressed his thumb against his index finger, and made a crisp sound when the joints collided.
"What is your attempt to seduce my precious daughter?"
Hey, wait, this action...
I raised my hands in surrender and read quickly:
"993,986,979,972,965,958,951,944,937,930..."
"Hey...boy, let me ask you something, why are you reporting these numbers?"
"Ah, don't worry, this is a ritual..."
I ignored the store manager’s stupid look:
"Also, since you are watching us from the side, you should understand that it was your daughter who took the initiative to find me, and I did not hook up with her."
"That's right! Dad, don't make trouble!"
The girl blushed and punched the store manager.
I am sure that the store manager showed an expression of enjoyment for a moment.
"Sorry to make you laugh!"
"It's okay, it's okay~~"
"Ah! You kid! How dare you stare at my baby girl with dirty eyes! Close your eyes!"