I loaded the ghost talk game

"Abba!"

A little old man dressed in a monk's robe, climbed on the back of the seat in the driver's cab, pointing at the front of the car.

He did feel the breath of strange talk getting closer.

Kamiyagawa kept passing on the navigation instructions of his own scouts to the spiritual masters in the car.

As the commercial vehicle drove forward, the lights on the street gradually became dim and silent, and the entire block was empty and lonely.

Only the muffled barking of dogs could be heard, and the sobbing sounded from someone's house beside the street, echoing in the thick night.

"Stop here." Kamiya said.

The business car stopped slowly, and the little old man jumped out of the car first.

As the night wind blows, the leaves of the trees shaking the streets rustle, and the sound becomes clearer and brighter, highlighting the loneliness and desolation.

Everything is so quiet that people dare not breathe, it seems like a restricted area in the city. The lonely atmosphere seems to occupy every corner and every detail, slowing down the rhythm of this block, and even making people feel a little trance, as if they are in another world.

The five followed the little old man ahead and continued to move forward.

In such an environment, the streets that were quite lively during the day seem to have lost their souls. No other sound could be heard except the sound of the night wind blowing.

keep going.

Slowly, even the wind stopped, and the street lamps on both sides dimmed.

The entire block seems to have become a huge pitch-black void, with no sound and dim light, and any sound and light are particularly precious.

"Abba!"

The little old man turned a corner ahead and led the crowd into an alley.

In the crowded longhouse renovation building, on both sides of the passage that only allows one person to pass through, there are dim signs and closed doors. The restaurants in the alleys are closed at this point in time.

Walking quickly in this alley, Kamiyagawa could already feel something was wrong, and his pupils had already constricted slightly.

Everyone walked for a while, only to feel that the surrounding environment was getting darker, and it was a little unclear where they were for a while. Suddenly, a big red lantern appeared in front of them, with the words "Twenty-eight, hand-cut noodles, udon noodles" written on it .

Just like the Edo period 400 years ago, the red lantern in front of the door represents the unspoken words of the store: "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 that was lit in the dim area ahead was exuding the aura of strange talk!

Lamp without buckwheat.

Such ghost stories really exist in Sumida Ward!

After walking a few steps forward, you can see the situation behind the lantern under the red light.

It was a small wooden longhouse shop with Edo architectural style, but it didn't look obtrusive standing in this alley.

The low houses around the soba shop felt shaky. This makes the small soba noodle shop that is still in business, although crowded in the building complex, have a sense of independence isolated from the wilderness.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Kamiyagawa called back the little old man.

My scouts did a good job tonight as usual.

Very smoothly, I found the place of Dengwu Buckwheat, which gave me a long face.

Kamiya kept his pupils slightly focused and looked forward. He noticed that the mobile phone in his pocket did not vibrate after Deng Wubai appeared.

This situation has been encountered before.

Like when I saw Kisaragi Station in Aokigahara, "Kaitan Monogatari" did not give the rating information of the ghost story.

It is guessed that Dengwu Buckwheat may be the same as Kisaragi Station, not a "living" ghost story with "life", but a simple supernatural building.

"What to do now?"

Outside the soba shop, Kamiyagawa asked Kanazawa in a low voice.

The big red lantern shaking in front of the door has an indescribable allure, which makes people feel hungry out of thin air, attracting everyone to walk in involuntarily.

It's just that a few spiritual masters can barely resist this temptation.

From Kamiya's point of view, since he has found Dengmu buckwheat, there are only two things that can be done next.

Either go in and have a look, or try to demolish this supernatural building directly outside.

"Mr. Tsukada and the other victims are probably still in this soba noodle shop, maybe you should go in and have a look first." Master Kanazawa said after thinking for a while.

He can be regarded as a more responsible spirit remover, and he will always consider the situation of the spirit bumper.

"Okay." Kamiya nodded.

"Xiaodama, Hirota, you go in with me. Kawasaki, you and Kamiya stay outside. If the missing person comes out of the store, or if you feel that we have launched an attack on Dengmu buckwheat inside, please take care of us outside and do it. The inside should cooperate with the outside."

As the person in charge of this operation, Master Jinze quickly arranged the next action plan.

As a foreign aid to participate in this exorcism, the powerful Shengu was left outside by him.

In this regard, Kamiyagawa himself has no objection.

The five discussed for a while in the alley, and quietly plotted outside Dengwubai. Afterwards, Jin Ze took two spiritual masters and walked towards the door of the small shop with swaying red lanterns and bright interior lights.

"Be careful, if something goes wrong, I will try to demolish this strange building from the outside."

Kamiyagawa said this to Kanazawa and the others.

...

Kamiyagawa and the young countermeasure room operator surnamed Kawasaki waited in the alley for a while.

The small noodle shop with strong Edo style still looks quiet and warm from the outside.

"Mr. Kamiya, Master Kanazawa and the others will be alright?"

Kawasaki was the only woman among the five performers tonight, and she seemed concerned for the safety of her companions.

"Probably not." Kamiya shook his head.

He just quietly asked Zashiki to predict the "good or bad luck" of tonight's operation.

The answer given by Fu Bao was that there was no sign of danger.

And judging from the existing information about the Tomo Soba shop in Sumida District, although people who enter this small shop will disappear for a short time, they should not enter the hidden world.

The three parties who have been found so far, their current social relations 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 has so far, Dengmu Buckwheat should be the same as Kisaragi Station, and there is no "life feature" in it. The high probability is that the store has its own set of supernatural rules.

The worst and worst result is that the three of Kanazawa also disappeared for a week or a month, and then reappeared in the late night streets of Sumida District.

However, Master Jinze and the others are spiritual masters, which are different from ordinary people.

In addition, there is Kamiyagawa outside to support.

Anyway, according to the experience of Kamiya and Kanazawa, there is something wrong with the situation. Calling out Mary to demolish this illegal building from the outside should be able to completely break the rules inside Dengmu Buckwheat, so as to prevent Kanazawa and others from getting lost In light buckwheat.

Waited for a few more minutes.

The small wooden door of Deng Wubai was pushed open, and three people came out from inside.

Not Kanazawa and the others, all strangers.

One of them was a middle-aged man wearing a suit and tie, with a slightly serious appearance.

Kamiyagawa had seen a photo of this person in the Dengmu Buckwheat file before——

The person in charge of Tokuma Studio, Mr. Satake Tsukada.

"It was rescued so quickly and smoothly?"

Both Kamiya and Kawasaki were slightly surprised.

When Mr. Satake Tsukada walked out of Dengmu Soba, he had a calm and contented expression on his face. He didn't see any fear or even feel any pressure. He looked extraordinarily relaxed and even a little detached.

But the three of them took a few steps outside, as if they realized something.

Some people took out their mobile phones, and some looked around in bewilderment. Their relaxed and happy expressions disappeared, and they all became hesitant.

"No...no, no!" Mr. Tsukada's voice was low and painful, and he turned around abruptly.

The actions of the three parties were surprisingly consistent, and they all wanted to rush back to the Dengwu Buckwheat Shop.

However, from their point of view, the warm and peaceful shop behind them has disappeared without a trace.

"Everyone, calm down! You have been saved!"

The three parties were quickly controlled by Kamiya and Miss Kawasaki who rushed up.

"No, it shouldn't be like this! The outside world... sucks! Let me go back, I want to go back!"

They seemed to have a withdrawal reaction, each with painful voices, grim expressions, and struggling desperately.

Kamiyagawa couldn't understand why these three people became like this.

In addition, as the person with the strongest perception and spiritual vision among all the people, he can still feel the existence of Dengwu Buckwheat. It's just that the swaying red lanterns at the entrance of the store have begun to become illusory, and the whole small store has gradually become illusory.

Light without buckwheat, is disappearing!

It is going to escape from here!

Kamiyagawa quickly threw the two victims he held behind him, and strode forward.

"Mary!"

Mr. Satake Tsukada, who was thrown to the back by him, curled up in pain. The stern, serious, and leader-like demeanor was completely gone. Instead, he looked like a pet dog suddenly realizing that he was homeless, howling constantly.

"No, go back, I want to go back... Please, let me go back, just go back there..."

...

Tsukada Satake's experience starts from a week ago——

It was an unremarkable night, as usual.

In Tokuma's studio, Tsukada was speaking to several subordinates.

"Asshole! Why did the coloring here go wrong! The day after tomorrow is due date, you idiots!"

"Sorry, I'm so sorry, Mr. Tsukada! Change it now, change it now!"

Satake Tsukada is the person in charge of the entire studio, and he is also a manga artist himself. He also personally directed the two animated films produced by the studio.

Is a hands-on leader type, itself is also a strict type.

He is very strict with his subordinates and himself.

And he was getting angry, the coloring situation made him extremely dissatisfied with the manga manuscript, which is a young man manga that their studio has recently focused on.

The deadline for submission and publication is approaching.

Tsukada reprimanded his subordinates and did not leave the studio. Instead, stay with them and stay up all night to revise the manuscript.

The clock on the studio wall was ticking.

The coffee went on for several cups, and more and more ash and cigarette butts piled up in the ashtray.

The draft was revised until 2 o'clock in the morning, and the work was finally finished.

The two subordinates who made mistakes gathered up the drawings again and submitted them to Mr. Tsukada for viewing. After getting a satisfactory answer from him, he finally received amnesty.

At 2:30, Tokuma studio finally turned off the lights and closed the door.

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 dissipate, and he often suffers from migraines.

But even so, on the way home from get off work, Tsukada still couldn't let go of his work.

Thinking about the recent company business, thinking about the next issue of the manuscript. Moreover, another animation film project of the studio has been approved two months ago, and there are still many troublesome things waiting for him to do and deal with.

The studio is currently on the rise, and the momentum is good.

We must operate carefully and carefully, and we must not make mistakes.

Ahead is a red light.

Tsukada stopped the car, his thoughts were in a mess, 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 little long for some reason.

Inside the blurred cigarette smoke, Tsukada looked to the side of the street. There is a small shop there that is still lit, with retro decoration and warm lighting.

The red lanterns at the entrance of the store swayed in the calm night wind.

It said, "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 lantern in the noodle shop, he suddenly felt hungry.

It seems that I have been busy all day today and haven't eaten well.

"Eat something and then go home and sleep. Tomorrow, there are still many things to do."

When the green light turned on, Satake Tsukada did not drive away in a hurry, but stopped directly on the side of the road.

He extinguished the half-burned cigarette and walked into the soba noodle shop.

jingle--

The wooden door was pushed open.

The old-fashioned bell on the door rattled.

The store is not too big, with wooden decorations and original wooden tables and chairs, the light is soft and dim, and the layout is clean and tidy. There are some ukiyo-e paintings on the walls, which are quite charming.

The kitchen of the noodle shop is open, surrounded by wooden bar counters, and you can directly see the process of the chef making food.

"welcome."

At the door, four waiters lined up, bowing respectfully to Tsukada who walked in, with a contented expression.

"It's a small shop, but the crowd is unexpectedly large. And it's so late, these people are really energetic."

Thinking this way, Tsukada chose to sit at the bar counter.

The chef in this shop is a very friendly middle-aged man, neatly dressed in an apron and chef's hat.

Standing in the open kitchen, he smiled at Tsukada Satake: "What would you like to eat?"

"Uh, let me check the menu."

The middle-aged chef was still smiling, and the warm yellow light from the ceiling fell on his white uniform. He opened his mouth, one word at a time:

"The troubles of complicated mundane affairs make people distressed. Guest, how about some simple soba noodles?"