Many people have seen them, but everyone's description is different.
I have interviewed many people who claim to have had contact with the old gods. They are collectively called "old day imagineers", which generally means that these people will always create an image in their minds through imagination in real life.
A false reality that does not exist and believe it to be true.
I don’t think that’s just paranoia?
Until I met her.
Takahashi Ginko, female, 29 years old, a freelancer in New Tokyo. She has done many jobs and has outstanding abilities, but poor patience. Many times she may quit a job without receiving any salary.
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When I received her reply and decided to go to Japan, which had been mostly sunk, to interview her, she had just quit her job as a stripper/girl in a traditional custom shop. As for how I knew this information...
I clicked on the email, and the first thing that popped up was a photo. Yes, it was a promotional poster that the boss paid someone to make for Ginko Takahashi when she started working at the custom shop.
I have to say...her figure is quite impressive, but after just one glance, I felt that this girl didn't look like the kind of person who would choose to take off her clothes for a living.
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First meeting.
We met at a maid café.
It is rare to see a place like this in New Tokyo. It is said that the owner who runs this place is a pure-blooded Japanese. She, her two daughters, and three female classmates of the owner’s daughter work hard to run this place.
It was a small shop that could barely seat ten people. When she saw me coming in, the proprietress took me for granted that I was Chinese, or Korean, or even North Korean. In short, she did not think that such a radiant young man could be Japanese.
, unless I am a warrior of my country who is full of fanaticism at heart.
I handed over my business card.
Xian Luxuan.
"Wash... wash? Wash... Lu... fresh?" The boss lady's Chinese is not very good, but she has worked hard to identify these Chinese characters.
I smiled and nodded, not worrying too much about this with a person I might only meet once in my life.
While waiting, I didn't order coffee, but a Coke.
In fact, I personally don't like coffee, or other things related to cocoa, but I can't quit carbonated drinks like Coke. Even last week, the doctor warned me many times that my uric acid was too high.
We'll meet at three o'clock in the afternoon.
It was already 3:15 when Takahashi Ginko arrived.
She found me easily because I was the only one in the store sitting there with my eyes closed and meditating.
Looking at the girl in front of me with sloppy hair and a bruise on her right eye, who took away my Coke and drank it very rudely, I smiled and took out my diary, pen and voice recorder.
"Um, do you have anything to eat?" Takahashi Ginko seemed to be starving.
The landlady's daughter immediately handed over the menu.
Next…
Can you imagine that as a reporter with a modest income, you have traveled thousands of miles to Tokyo, Japan, but feel like you are being cheated out of food and drink?
She is really good at eating. There are not many kinds of food in the store, but she can choose a few portions of each.
I thought maybe I should replenish some energy, so that if she chooses to run away after eating, I still have the energy to chase her. So I also ordered a beef/grain salad and a set meal chicken cutlet rice.
Eating is a process of enjoyment.
I have also written some niche articles about eating.
I gathered the thoughts of many great writers with unique perspectives and began to try to analyze the inherent beauty of human food culture from the differences in eating between different people.
This sounds abstract, so naturally, this article, which took a month to write, only received one recommendation and 300 clicks.
People nowadays seem to pay more attention to the natural ecology. They are concerned about how these countries that rely on the mainland for support will transform their coastal cities after Japan completely sinks, and how to sell off their properties as soon as possible and realize the enrichment of their self-worth.
I'm not good at writing this.
In other words... if it is a hot spot, or... the more lively the place is, the more I like to be a bystander rather than the protagonist.
"Phew!!" Takahashi Ginko finally had enough.
By rough calculation, she ordered a total of ten medium-rare fillets, five beef pastas, and three large bowls of salad. Now there were only bowls and plates on the table, without any food residue.
I'm surprised.
What was even more surprising was that after she finished eating, she licked her fingers and smiled at me. Then she took out her wallet and slapped 100,000 yen on the table and said, "Don't worry, I'll pay for this meal."
When I saw the money, to be honest, a second ago I was worried that I would be arrested and detained for a few days because I didn't have enough money. Now my pride as a man actually made me a little embarrassed.
"Can we start?" I weighed it up and finally didn't push the money back.
"Yes! Of course." After finishing speaking, Takahashi Ginko waved to the shop owner's maid and said, "Excuse me, could you please buy some medicine for me?"
"Okay." It was also the first time he saw someone so good at eating. The clerk hurriedly put away his phone and came over with a smile.
Takahashi Ginko took out a 10,000 yen note and handed it to the clerk, then pointed to the corner of his eye, rolled up his sleeves, revealing his bruised arms and the scratches on his fair thighs and said, "I don't know what I need, but you can
Ask for me, okay?"
"Okay." The clerk was very surprised, but he still dutifully took the money and went to buy medicine for Ginko Takahashi.
I really want to know what she went through,
But my intuition warned me not to be so gossipy.
So I cleared my throat, turned on the recorder, picked up the notebook, unscrewed the pen and asked, "Excuse me, when was the first time you saw the Old God? At what place? In what state?"
Takahashi Ginko also quickly entered the state. She thought for a while and replied, "It was probably when I was seven years old, oh no...it was eight years old to be exact, right eight years old..."
I quickly wrote the words "Children's imagination" in the notebook.
"As for the location, I don't remember it. It seems to be a very dilapidated yard, just behind my hometown house. There used to be bamboo forests, one after another."
bamboo forest?
I subconsciously flipped through the previous interview records in my mind, and then I was asked to search for several groups of very similar keywords.
"As for the state you mentioned...what do you mean?"
I put down the notebook and explained, "For example, whether you are sober or drunk."
Takahashi Ginko understood, and she laughed, "I should have seen that when I was drunk."
I stopped writing and looked at her silently.
She glanced out the window and asked, "Are you full?"
I also looked out the window. This cafe was half-sunk in a basement, so the scenery outside the window in front of me happened to be the ground view of the street outside the cafe. At the intersection of the sewers, a mouse was dragging a rotten piece.
Moldy bread.
I looked away and said, "My appetite is very small."
"Well...but I can never have enough." Takahashi Ginko said this inexplicably.
My pen stopped again, but briefly, and I continued writing while asking, "Can you tell me what it looks like?"
Takahashi Ginko withdrew her gaze and leaned on the sofa. Her slender fingers were placed on the wound on the inner thigh. The wound was very shallow, but it was still bleeding. The gently twisted blood was pinched by Takahashi Ginko on her fingertips. She answered the question.
Asked instead, "If you find it, will you kill it?"
This is the first time I heard someone ask this.
You know, before I decided to conduct this interview, I had interviewed fifteen people, and most of them were full of smiles when they saw me. These people don't ask weird questions. When they answer questions,
They were also very positive, and the stories they told were logical and complete in detail. They even answered some trivial or impromptu questions that I asked fluently. It felt... like they had already done it in advance to take away the small amount of money from me.
They were fully prepared, and I was just stupid enough to test their scores.
This is my first time talking to the girl in front of me who is twenty-nine years old and looks like a high school student.
"Kill it?"
"right."
"I...I haven't thought about this problem." I answered truthfully, and then asked incomprehensibly, "And why should I kill it?"
Takahashi Ginko threw the question back, "Then why are you tracking them?"
My rhythm is messed up.
But I answered calmly, "To make money, to be famous, and to satisfy my personal interests."
"Well... you are quite honest, but... this is too boring." Takahashi Ginko lowered her head and concentrated on wiping the outer edge of the transparent glass bowl originally filled with salad with her fingers, her skin and glass
There is friction between them and a slight sharp sound is emitted.
I lowered my head and thought about it, then changed my words.
"'Old Gods' is the name given to them by Mr. Sumer. It seems to involve the field of occultism. I am very interested in these niche subjects. In addition, I found through data collection that they seem to already exist.
For many, many years, and almost every century there will be an active period for a few years. During the active period, they will affect the entire human society in their own way. Although most of the time their every move is very slight, but like a butterfly
The effect is the same. Even if an insect in the Amazon jungle flaps its wings, it may cause Japan to sink faster. This is the variable effect, and I think that the 'old gods' seem to have escaped the category of variables. They are...society...
…No…outsiders to the rules are smarter guys, so…I really want to know more about them, get to know them, and even…try to contact and understand them.”
I talked a lot and was very careful.
But I didn't expect that as soon as I finished speaking, Takahashi Ginko couldn't help laughing.
I put down my notebook and pen, and took a deep breath through my nose, looking slightly unhappy.
Takahashi Ginko didn't care at all. She smiled and said, "I'm sorry, I really can't help it..."
Seeing her smiling so happily, I suddenly laughed too, and then I curiously asked, "Are my words funny?"
She nodded, and then gave me a thumbs up, "Your ideological realm is really powerful, but... I don't know why I feel like laughing... I'm just... I'm sorry..."
I fell silent.
A feeling of lost loneliness arises spontaneously.
After a while, Takahashi Ginko finally stopped laughing. She waved to the boss and asked for two more Cokes.
Two large glasses of Coke, and none of them were mine.
After watching her take two big sips, I patiently asked, "Can you continue?"
She nodded.
"Can you describe what it looks like?" I repeated my previous question, trying to get the rhythm back.
Takahashi Ginko was very cooperative this time, but very perfunctory.
"It's ugly."
"Ugly?"
"Yeah! Very ugly! And not cute at all! I think I may never forget how ugly it looks! Like..."
"Um?"
"Like
...Just like you." She said with a smile.
But my eyes turned cold and I stopped writing.
"Sorry, sorry, slip of the tongue, I meant... that thing should be a man..."
"Um...you mean, it's humanoid?"
"Yes, yes, it's human-shaped! But it doesn't have an Oppai shape, and it doesn't have hair. It should be a man."
I didn’t know how to complain about this sentence, so I recorded it patiently.
Takahashi Ginko continued, "He is very tall, at least as high as two stories high."
I stopped writing again, not because I suspected that Takahashi Ginko’s description was exaggerated, but because I didn’t want to distract myself from recording at this time.
The story Takahashi Ginwa tells next sounds like a scary nursery rhyme.
In the depths of the ancient house, the owner raised a monster from an unknown world named Eating. Its habits are just as its name expresses, it lives for eating and dies for eating.
Takahashi Ginko also took out a photo album, and when she opened it, it was full of photos of murder scenes. To be honest, I am naturally disgusted with these bloody things, so I only took one look at it and begged her not to do it on such an occasion.
She took out such photos. Although she did as she was told, she smiled and said, "These are his masterpieces. We call them hunting for food."
us?
I keenly captured a very important piece of information.
"You mean...'Old Gods' once used the city as a hunting ground for hunting? And the hunting target, or rather...the prey is us?"
Takahashi Ginko shook his head, "No, it never directly participates."
My eyes widened instantly, as if I heard some incredible truth.
I asked her again, "Apart from that time when you were a child, when have you seen it before?"
Takahashi Ginko thought for a while and replied, "In my father's diary."
"In the diary? May I ask your father's name?"
"Takahashi Yinji Temple."
Takahashi Yinji... seemed to be a familiar name. I took out my phone and searched quickly, and then confirmed it. At the same time, I looked at the girl in front of me with great shock, with a beautiful face but a bit sloppy hair and attire.
"Are you Takahashi Yinji's daughter?" I asked in shock.
Takahashi Ginko smiled slightly, "I thought you already knew it."
I was instantly stunned... Indeed, the surname Takahashi is not common in New Tokyo, and Takahashi Inji is also considered a celebrity. He is even called the king of soft rice, and the idol in the hearts of countless men who want to make a fortune through women.
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These are the media's evaluations of him, a gimmick to increase the number of readers.
I don’t think the relationship between Takahashi Indera and Gen Kiyomizu is purely because they want to rise to the top through the power of the Kiyomizu family... In fact, the Kiyomizu family, whose heads have been women for generations, should not let an outsider get involved.
Too much. It is certainly not a problem to have enough food and clothing, but it is too difficult to get rich.
But then again.
At the beginning, Takahashi Inji was married into the Kiyomizu family, so according to the family's custom, Takahashi Inji would be given a new surname, and his name would follow his wife's name and become Kiyomizu Yinji. As Genkazu Kiyomizu
The daughter of Qingshui Yinji, the girl in front of me should also be named Qingshui.
Sure enough, Takahashi Ginko saw what I was thinking, and she added, "I do have a last name, Shimizu Ginko, but I don't like that ghost place, and I don't want to inherit the things my mother left behind, and I don't want to be
People were presented to those monsters as tributes, so I escaped."
After hearing these words, I was even more shocked.
"You mean, you ran away from the family?"
Takahashi Ginko nodded, and then said with relief, "But don't worry, they won't find me."
I don't think so.
Just at this time, the shop owner's daughter came back. She bought some medicine, both internal and external. But I had no intention of staying any longer. I said softly, "Thank you for accepting the interview. This was agreed upon before."
Please keep the reward."
After saying that, I was about to leave, but the gun in the maid's hand was already pressed against my temple.
I knew I was in big trouble.
Takahashi Ginko was stunned for a moment, then looked coldly at the girl in maid uniform in front of him and said, "If you kill him, you will never let me return to the family."
The maid put down her gun.
I fell back on the sofa in a cold sweat. I didn't expect things to develop so quickly, although I had already foreseen some problems.
Next door to the coffee shop is a pharmacy. I took a closer look when I came here, but it took too long for this girl to get the money and come back. This is very abnormal.
The maid said, "Miss, master, please go back."
"Master? What master? Do you call my mother master?" Takahashi Ginko asked with a smile while applying medicine to his wounds.
The maid stopped talking, the door of the coffee shop slowly closed, and the figure of the proprietress was slowly swallowed by the darkness.
I felt like I was suffocating as I leaned on the sofa.
The maid glanced at me and turned away. I glanced behind me quietly and found that there were a few more people in the store at some point, and they were all gathered around the proprietress.
"Don't worry, you won't die." Takahashi Ginko raised his leg and put it on the table, then handed over the medicine, "Help me apply it."
I was stunned, "Me?"
"Yes, hurry up."
I did so.
It stands to reason that at my age, it would not be too dreamy to be able to apply medicine on the legs of young women, but now I am not happy at all.