When it is near noon on Xincheng Street in Jiangdu City, it is said that ghosts and ghosts never dare to show up. But the sky is not very good, and it even looks gloomy because of the impending rain in Jiangdu.
That is to say, under this kind of sky, a whole row of Specter stood outside the glass wall of "being in a corner"!
If ordinary people see such a picture, they may be frightened enough, even Su Zimo... At first glance, there is an urge to give up the business and go back to the main house of the Su family to take a good nap.
However, the customers of the shop were already sitting on the side, and Su Zimo, who had not forgotten the way of hospitality, couldn't help but wonder if the ghosts outside the door were following this new customer.
In addition, the "Lonely Mountain Notes and Postscript" hanging on the wall of the store and the ability called "Never Approach" also added a layer of mystery to the new guest in front of him.
"Guest, I'm glad you like the atmosphere of our store." Su Zimo walked to the new customer's vicinity, "The sound insulation of this store is also very good, but I really can't hear how noisy it is outside. Said that Jiangdu has recently banned vehicles from honking, so the noise on the road should be better than before, right?"
Su Zimo tried his best to make his clichés sound more natural.
But the guests, who had been quiet for a while, became agitated again after hearing what Su Zimo said, and shook their heads again and again, and said with some confused words: "No, no, yes, no! It's not that kind of noise, Not like that noise!"
In Su Zimo's eyes, this already valuable guest doesn't seem to have a disease, but the guest's behavior at the moment is really confusing.
Su Zimo could only ask softly again, "What is that sound?"
"It's the voice... it's the voice of a man..."
Su Zimo heard the lady muttering in a tone that was almost in her sleep: "There has been someone talking, someone has been talking..."
"Even if I'm talking to other people, I can still hear those humming noises, and even if I'm at home alone, I can still hear those humming voices, can't they speak softly? It's noisy! It's really noisy!"
Su Zimo felt that the lady's mental state was obviously not good, but after looking at the situation outside the store, he continued to ask, "Do you know what they are talking about?"
"They... they're scolding me." The guest put down the hand that he had been kneading, but his eyes were still blank when he looked forward. "They've been scolding me, and kept scolding, and kept scolding..."
After muttering for a long time, in the shop where any sound was cut off, the customer finally relaxed slowly, and even began to close his eyes to rest.
"It's really quiet here." A particularly comfortable expression appeared on the guest's face.
"Is there anything I can help?" Su Zimo asked patiently and softly again.
But the guest seemed to be immersed in his own world all the time, and he refused to speak, and seemed unable to communicate at all.
Just when Su Zimo and Ghost Umbrella's specially prepared milk tea couldn't do anything, Su Zimo, who was more sensitive to his voice, found that Peng Peng, who had been playing, seemed to have modified a piece of music.
That piece of tune is like a person who was still walking in the rain, suddenly spinning in a circle, and there is a note beating in the middle, causing a very brief noise.
Su Zimo didn't know what was hidden in this piece of music, but he found out that after this piece of music ended, the guest who had been staring at the front suddenly turned his head and looked over, and there was a subtle look in his eyes, and even He also asked him, "Do you want to hear a story?"
"Please speak." Su Zimo sat down opposite the guest, and then took another cup of milk tea from Ghost Umbrella's hand, looking like he was ready to listen to the story.
"I was actually just a very ordinary person, with a very ordinary birth, a very ordinary appearance, and a very ordinary or even bad grades." The guest also came back to his senses and tasted the special milk tea to the sound of the piano.
"But then, I got a thing." The guest said vaguely, as if he didn't want to explain what the thing was. "The person who gave me the thing said that it has a very magical ability to respond to requests. ."
"?" Su Zimo felt that if such a magical existence really existed in this world, no matter how high-level ghost weapons were, they would be completely crushed.
Of course, the premise is that this kind of baby has no side effects.
"Of course I don't believe it." The guest lowered his head and touched the glass with his hands again and again, "but at the time, I felt that it was okay to try this kind of thing casually, as if many people would ask for God's blessing. Before the exam, I prayed that I could take the first place in the class. With my grades at the time, this kind of wish was a luxury for me.”
"But when I took the test the next day, I felt a little groggy, as if there was a voice whispering in my ear, causing me to finish the whole test paper in a daze." The guest paused, " Now that I think about it, that was the first time I heard that voice, and it disappeared afterwards."
"I got a 100 on that test paper." The guest looked up in confusion, "but when I looked at that test paper again, it felt very strange, as if I had never done it before. If it weren't for the fact that I was the only one in the class One hundred and one hundred, there may be teachers who think I am cheating in exams."
"Since then, I have felt that the thing is likely to be responsive, but it can satisfy some wishes that are not beyond the normal range. Wishes such as wanting to have superpowers will not be answered."
"The first big wish I made was to hope that the ordinary family could become rich. Then my father was suddenly promoted by the small company he worked for, and the small company was suddenly acquired by a big company. Quickly into management."
The guest paused and continued: "And during this period, I also relied on the power to respond to my needs and successfully entered the first-class university in Jiangdu, and even my ordinary appearance began to change."
"All of this happened within a year." The guest said, with a confused expression in his eyes, "I should be very happy this year, but I don't know why, I'm really tired, I I can always hear all kinds of voices in my ears, and even hear them want me to die as soon as possible."
"Even when I'm dreaming, I can hear those voices ringing in my ears, and when I wake up from a nightmare, I often see my father in my room late at night, just motionless. Standing there, looking down at me lying on the bed."
"I pushed him and he left."
"But it's not the strangest thing." The guest paused again. "The strangest thing is my face."
The guest raised his head, revealing his delicately made-up face.
Perhaps because of the high value of makeup, Su Zimo didn't see anything special at first glance, but after a closer look, he realized that the makeup powder on the guest's face was a little too thick.
"My face has become different from before." The guest took off his light brown glasses, "It's not that it looks better, it's completely different, even the shape of the face, the color of the pupils, and other things should not change. The place is all different. Whenever I look in the mirror, I feel like I'm becoming another stranger!"
"The voices in my ears are getting louder and louder. I can't stand it anymore. If you can calm me down, you can throw away all the things I have now!"
The guest bowed his head again, covering his face in pain.
"So, that voice appeared after you made your first wish?" Su Zimo secretly reviewed what the guest said.
"Yes." She just nodded slightly, with a whimper in her voice.
"Could it be... Every time you make a wish, there will be more strange things around you and more voices in your ears?" Su Zimo guessed carefully, and got up and walked aside.
"How do you know?" The guest's face finally showed a surprised expression beyond confusion.
"What did you find?" Ghost Umbrella walked from behind the counter to Su Zimo's back at some point. He leaned slightly behind him, and because he was taller than Su Zimo, he lowered his head and attached to Su Zimo's ear. While whispering softly, the owner of the store tickled slightly.
"It's just a guess." Su Zimo took a step to the side without looking back, "Every time she makes a wish, there will be another ghost by her side."
The voice the guests heard was actually the ghost talk surrounding her.
Her wishes also involve the family around her, so even her father's behavior has become weird under the influence of ghosts.
Conservation of cause and effect, equivalent exchange, Su Zimo does not believe that there is any "required" that is created out of nothing.
Su Zimo didn't know how many wishes this customer had made, but the huge row of ghosts standing in front of the store made people chill.
"But there is something strange about me." Su Zimo was naturally talking to the ghost umbrella standing behind him, "Since those ghosts said they wanted her to die, and so many ghosts don't seem to be very friendly, why? Haven't they started yet?"
"I think they did it." Ghost Umbrella said softly.
"..." Su Zimo's body stiffened for a moment, and then looked at the female guest sitting there in disbelief.
Is she not alive
"It's not surprising, this store has the ability to temporarily give Specter a body shape, so it's not easy for humans to distinguish." Ghost umbrella explained, "Like the boss you said, she has provoked so many ghosts. , it is impossible to live well until now.”
Su Zimo subconsciously glanced at the "Lonely Mountain Notes · Postscript" on the wall, and felt that he underestimated the ability of "No strangers to enter".
The customers who had been sitting there seemed to be completely unaware that the two "people" in the store were talking about themselves, but just sat there quietly, not participating in Su Zimo's conversation.
"Does the thing she said refer to a ghost weapon?" Su Zimo was also at a loss.
"No, it should be something that already exists in this world." Ghost Umbrella returned behind the counter and communicated with Su Zimo in a voice that was not worried that others would hear, "Every world originally has some mysterious ghosts. stories, otherwise there would not be so many legends and stories that have been passed down to this day.”
"However, there are not too many anecdotes about ghosts and ghosts. Before the nightmare world appeared in this world, most of the ghosts, whether there was any grudge or no grudge, would immediately disappear. Even the legendary death and underworld were nonsense. "The depth of what Ghost Umbrella said this time exceeded the nonsense he said in the past.
"Then what does the existence of the nightmare world mean?" Su Zimo finally looked back at the ghost umbrella and asked, hoping to learn more about the nightmare world from the rare and normal ghost umbrella.
"?" As a result, Ghost Umbrella, who had been performing exceptionally just now, tilted his head innocently, with an expression of "How could I know such a profound question".
"Anyway, even if these specious ghosts really want her, they will definitely ask for a replacement price?" Su Zimo glanced outside the store again, "If this customer leaves 'An Yu Yi Ying', what will happen?"
"Probably the same thing that happened to me with that ghost eye?" Ghost Umbrella stretched out her finger and stroked her lips.
"… "