A little old man dressed in empty monk robes was climbing on the seat back of the cab, pointing towards the front of the car.
He did feel that the aura of ghost stories was getting closer and closer.
Kamiyagawa kept passing on the navigation instructions of his scouts to the exorcists in the car.
As the commercial vehicle drove forward, the lights on the street gradually became dim and silent, and the entire block became empty and lonely.
All I could hear was the low barking of dogs, and the whimpering of someone's house next to the street, echoing in the darkness of the night.
"Stop here." Kamiya said.
The commercial car stopped slowly, and the little old man jumped out of the car first.
The night wind blew by, shaking the leaves of the street trees and rustling, and the sound became clearer and brighter, highlighting the loneliness and desolation.
Everything is so quiet that people dare not breathe. It is like a forbidden area in the city. The lonely atmosphere seems to occupy every corner and every detail, slowing down the rhythm of this neighborhood and even making people feel a little trance-like, as if they are in a trance.
another world.
The five people followed the little old man in front and continued walking forward.
In such an environment, the streets that were originally quite lively during the day seemed to have lost their soul. Except for the sound of the night wind, no other sound could be heard.
keep going.
Slowly, even the sound of the wind stopped, and the street lights on both sides dimmed one by one.
The entire neighborhood seemed to have become a huge dark void, with no sound and dim light. Any sound or light seemed particularly precious.
"Abba!"
The little old man turned the corner and led everyone into an alley.
In the crowded longhouse renovated building, on both sides of the passage that only allows one person to pass, there are unlit signboards and closed doors. The restaurants in the alleys are all closed at this time.
Walking quickly in this alley, Kamiyakawa could already feel something was wrong, and his pupils had already condensed slightly.
Everyone walked for a while, only to feel that the surrounding environment was getting darker and darker. For a while, they were a little confused about where they were. Suddenly, a big red lantern appeared in front of them, with the words "Twenty-eight, hand-cut noodles, udon noodles" written on it.
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Just like the Edo period four hundred years ago, the red lantern in front of the door represents what the store owner did not say: "Passers-by, why don't you come in and have a drink?"
At this time, even Kanazawa and the others could feel something was wrong.
That's right, the big lantern burning in the dark area ahead is emitting the aura of ghost stories!
Light without buckwheat.
This kind of weird story really exists in Sumida Ward!
After taking a few steps forward, you can see what's behind the lantern under the red light.
It was a wooden longhouse shop with Edo architectural style, but it didn't look out of place in this alley.
The low-rise houses surrounding the soba shop give people a shaky and unstable feeling. This makes the small soba shop that is still in business, although it is crowded among the buildings, feel isolated in the wilderness.
feel.
"Thanks for your hard work."
Kamiya River calls back the little old man.
Our scouts did a good job tonight as always.
I found the place of Dengwu Buckwheat very smoothly, which made me happy.
Kamiya kept his pupils slightly condensed and looked forward. He noticed that the mobile phone in his pocket did not vibrate after Tomo Soba appeared.
This situation has been encountered before.
Like when I saw Kisaragi Station in Aokigahara before, "Kaidan Monogatari" did not give any Kaidan rating information.
It is speculated that Denmo Soba, like Kisaragi Station, is not a "living" ghost story with "life", but a simple supernatural building.
"What now?"
Outside the soba shop, Kamiyagawa asked Kanazawa in a low voice.
The big red lantern swaying in front of the door has an indescribable allure, making people feel hungry out of thin air, attracting everyone to walk in involuntarily.
However, a few exorcists can barely resist this temptation.
From Kamiya's point of view, now that Tomo Soba has been found, there are only two things that can be done next.
Either go in and take a look, or just try to dismantle this supernatural building from outside.
"Mr. Tsukada and the other victims are probably still in this soba shop. Maybe we should go in first and have a look." Master Kanazawa thought for a while and said.
He is considered a more responsible spirit remover and will always consider the situation of the person who collides with the spirit.
"Okay." Kamiya nodded.
"Xiaodama, Hirota, follow me in. Kawasaki, you and Kamiya stay outside. If the missing person comes out of the store, or feels that we have launched an attack on Tono Soba from inside, please take care of it outside.
The inside should be in harmony with the outside.”
As the person in charge of this operation, Master Kanazawa quickly arranged the next action plan.
Kamiya, who came to participate in this extermination of spirits as a foreign aid and was very powerful, was left outside by him.
Kamiyagawa himself has no objections to this.
The five people discussed in the alley for a while, plotting quietly outside the lampless buckwheat. Afterwards, Kanazawa led two spiritual exorcists and walked towards the door of the small shop with a red lantern swaying and bright lights inside.
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"Be careful. If something goes wrong, I will try to demolish this weird building from the outside."
Kamiyagawa said this to Kanazawa and the others.
…
Kamiyagawa and the young countermeasures room operator named Kawasaki waited in the alley for a while.
The small noodle shop with a strong Edo style still looks quiet and warm from the outside.
"Kamiya-kun, Master Kanazawa and the others, will everything be okay?"
Kawasaki was the only female among the five participants tonight, and it seemed like she was worried about the safety of her companions.
"Probably not." Kamiya shook his head.
He had just quietly asked Zashiki to predict the "good or bad fortune" of tonight's operation.
Fu Bao's answer was that there was no sign of danger.
Moreover, judging from the existing information about Tono Soba Shop in Sumida Ward, although people who enter this shop will disappear for a short period of time, they should not enter the other world of Kamiyaku.
The current social relationships between the three parties who have been found still exist, and they have not been forgotten by anyone.
As long as you don't hide yourself, other things are easy to talk about.
Moreover, according to other information that Kamiya currently knows, Denmo Soba should be the same as Kisaragi Station. There are no "life characteristics" in it. There is a high probability that the store has its own set of supernatural rules.
The worst outcome is that Kanazawa and the three of them disappear for a week or a month, and then reappear on the streets of Sumida District late at night.
However, Master Kanazawa and the others are spiritual exterminators after all, and they are different from ordinary people.
In addition, there is Kamiyagawa outside to support.
Anyway, according to Kamiya and Kanazawa's experience in expelling ghosts, something is slightly wrong. Calling Mary to forcefully demolish this illegal building from the outside should be able to completely break the rules inside Tono Soba, thus preventing Kanazawa and others from getting lost.
In the lamp without buckwheat.
Waited for a few more minutes.
The small wooden door without buckwheat was pushed open, and three people walked out.
Not Kanazawa and the others, they are all strangers.
One of them is a middle-aged man wearing a suit and tie, with a slightly cold and serious appearance.
Kamiyagawa had seen this person’s photo in Tomu Soba’s archives before——
The person in charge of Tokuma Studio, Mr. Tsukada Satake.
"You were rescued so quickly and smoothly?"
Both Kamiya and Kawasaki were slightly surprised.
When Mr. Tsukada Satake walked out of Tono Soba, he had a calm and contented expression on his face. He could not see any fear or even feel any pressure. He looked extremely relaxed and even a little detached.
But the three of them took a few steps outside, as if they had realized something.
Some people took out their mobile phones, while others looked around at a loss. Their relaxed and cheerful expressions disappeared, and they all became hesitant.
"No...no, no!" Mr. Tsukada's voice was low and painful, and he turned his head sharply.
The actions of the three parties involved were surprisingly consistent, and they all wanted to rush back to the Tomo Soba shop.
However, from their perspective, the warm and peaceful shop behind them had disappeared without a trace.
"Everyone, calm down! You have been saved!"
The three parties involved were quickly controlled by Kamiya and Miss Kawasaki who rushed up.
"No, it shouldn't be like this! The outside world...is terrible! Let me go back, I want to go back!"
They seemed to be experiencing a withdrawal reaction, with painful voices, ferocious expressions, and desperate struggles.
Kamiyagawa couldn't understand why these three people became like this.
In addition, as the person with the strongest perception and psychic vision among all people, he can still feel the presence of Dengwu Buckwheat. However, the swaying red lantern at the door of the store has begun to become illusory, and the entire store has become unreal.
It also slowly became illusory.
The lampless buckwheat is disappearing!
It's going to escape from here!
Kamiyagawa quickly threw the two victims behind him and stepped forward.
"Mary!"
Mr. Tsukada Satake, who was thrown behind him, was curled up in pain. His cold, serious and leader-like demeanor was completely gone. Instead, he was like a pet dog that suddenly realized that he was homeless, wailing continuously.
.
"No, go back, I want to go back... Please, let me go back, just go back there..."
…
Tsukada Satake’s experience will start from a week ago——
It was an ordinary night, as usual.
In Tokuma's studio, Tsukada was lecturing several subordinates.
"Asshole! Why did the coloring here go wrong! The day after tomorrow is the deadline, you idiots!"
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Mr. Tsukada! Change it now, change it now!"
Tsukada Satake is the person in charge of the entire studio and is also a cartoonist. He also personally served as the director of two animated films produced by the studio.
He is a hands-on leader type, and he is also a strict type.
He is very strict with his subordinates and himself.
And the manga he was getting angry about, the coloring situation made him extremely dissatisfied with the manga manuscript, was a shounen manga that their studio had recently launched.
The deadline for submission and publication is very close.
After Tsukada reprimanded his subordinates, he did not leave the studio. Instead, he stayed with them and stayed up late revising the manuscript.
The clock on the wall of the studio is ticking.
Several cups of coffee were refilled, and more and more ashtrays and cigarette butts were piling up in the ashtray.
I kept revising the draft until 2 o'clock in the morning, and the work was finally completed.
The two subordinates who had made mistakes put the drawings together again and presented them to Mr. Tsukada. After receiving a satisfactory reply from him, they finally felt like they had been granted amnesty.
At 2:30, Tokuma Studio finally turned off the lights and closed its doors.
Mr. Tsukada was driving on his way home.
Because he often stays up late recently, his mental state is very bad, his eyes are filled with bloodshot eyes that cannot be dissipated, and he often suffers from migraines.
But even so, Tsukada still couldn't let go of work on his way to get off work.
Thinking about the recent company business and the manuscript for the next issue. Moreover, the studio's other animated film project was also approved two months ago. There are still many troublesome things waiting for him to do. Go
deal with.
The studio is currently on the rise and has good momentum.
You must operate carefully and carefully, and you must not make any mistakes.
There is a red light ahead.
Tsukada stopped the car, his mind was confused and his ears were ringing.
He lit himself another cigarette.
It was obviously late at night, but the red light at this intersection was a bit long for some reason.
In the blur of cigarette smoke, Tsukada looked to the side of the street. There was a small shop there with lights on, with retro decoration and warm lighting.
The red lantern at the entrance of the store swayed in the calm night wind.
It says, "Twenty-eight, hand-cut noodles, udon noodles."
"When did the noodle shop open? It's still open so late."
Tsukada thought so.
Looking at the lanterns in the noodle shop, he suddenly felt hungry.
It seems that I have been busy all day today and have not had a good meal.
"Eat something and then go home and sleep. There are still many things to do tomorrow."
When the light turned green, Tsukada Satake did not rush to drive away, but stopped directly on the side of the road.
He put out his half-burned cigarette and walked into the soba shop.
jingle--
The wooden door was pushed open.
The old-fashioned doorbell jingles on the door.
The store is not too big, with wooden decorations and wooden tables and chairs. The light is soft and dim, and the layout is clean and tidy. There are some Ukiyo-e paintings hanging on the walls, which is quite charming.
The noodle shop's kitchen is open and surrounded by a wooden bar, so you can directly see the chef making food.
"welcome."
At the door, four waiters lined up in a row, bowing respectfully towards Tsukada who walked in with a happy expression.
"Obviously it's a small shop, but the crowd is surprisingly big. And it's so late, these people are really energetic."
Tsukada thought this way and directly chose to sit down at the bar.
The chef in this shop is a very friendly middle-aged man, neatly dressed in an apron and chef's hat.
He stood in the open kitchen and smiled at Tsukada Satake: "What can the guests eat?"
"Uh, let me take a look at the menu."
The middle-aged chef was still smiling, and the warm yellow light from the ceiling fell on his white uniform. He spoke, word by word:
"The complicated worldly affairs make people distressed. Guest, how about a simple soba noodles?"