005 One Thousand Silver Needles
After leaving the drowning ghosts, Kamiyagawa continued to explore carefully along the vicinity of the artificial lake.
Not to mention, there was indeed a windfall in the end.
On a prominent bench by the lake, Kamiyagawa caught a glimpse of a small object that was slightly reflective.
Reflection is also light.
And Kamiyagawa can resurrect the dead in "Strange Tales of Strange Things" with the help of the dead paper man, and he is more or less an immortal.
As we all know, the undead are phototaxis.
Looking around vigilantly, there were no headless high school students near the bench.
Looks pretty safe.
So, Kamiyagawa approached with courage.
When I got closer, I saw that there was a small stick with a silver sheen on the bench.
Let's call it the little silver stick.
It is about the length of a middle finger, needle-like, thick at one end and thin at the other.
Kamiyagawa picked up the small silver stick.
Buzzing.
The phone vibrates.
[Item Name: 1,000 Silver Needles]
[Quality: Rare]
[Effect: Reduces the probability of lies being detected to a certain extent.] The effect is affected by many subjective and objective factors, such as the charm of the holder, the wariness of the interlocutor, and the context. ]
[Explanation: A liar is to swallow a thousand silver needles.] Hee-hee, lie to you. ]
"Can you count a needle with such a thick small silver stick......" Kamiyagawa was a little speechless.
Moreover, this artificial lake is in reality a holy place for confessions and couples' dating.
Picking up a prop that has a blessing effect on lying in this kind of place feels quite dark humorous.
It may be because there have been too many lies and deceptions that are young or not, true or insincere.
Isn't there such a saying, the most mentioned lie in this world is "I love you".
And this is followed by "I love you too".
Kamiyagawa had just put away the [Thousand Silver Needles], and suddenly felt a pain in his lower back!
He looked back in shock, only to see a headless JK unknowingly appear behind him.
And, unlike the other JKs I met, this one actually brought a guy.
It was a bloody hatchet.
At this time, he had already stabbed into the back of Kamiyagawa's waist and pierced a pair......
The eyes are black.
Kamiyagawa, pawn.
β¦β¦
In reality.
Kamiyagawa climbed up from the ground in a panic while subconsciously touching his lower back.
It's okay, it's okay.
The waist is still there.
"The feeling of death in this game is too real."
Kamiyagawa wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and took several deep breaths before calming down a little.
This spicy chicken game is too despicable!
Put a prop in a conspicuous position in front of you to seduce, and when I put my ass upside down, I will find a strange waist from a hidden corner, right?
Moreover, I didn't be a scumbag, why should I be firewooded!
After scolding "Strange Tales of Strange Things" several times in his heart, Kamiyagawa picked up his phone.
The pitch-black screen is showing a red death prompt - [Evil Fruit of Greed]
Kamiyagawa: ......
Selectively ignoring the taunting death prompt, Kamiyagawa felt in his trouser pocket and pulled out a stick from it.
γ1,000 Silver Needlesγ
The silver material, one thick and the other thin, feels smooth and delicate, exactly the same as in the game.
As expected, the props obtained in "Strange Tales of Things" can really be brought to reality.
"Thanks to this, this thing can be brought to life. If it can only be used in the game, I'm afraid I don't really want to take the silver needle and fall in love with the female ghost. β
Smirking self-deprecatingly, Kamiyagawa put the silver needle back in place, and at the same time picked up the paper figure on the ground that was damaged in many places and separated from his head.
If you have to say, exchanging a game death for an item is actually not a loss.
I'll try this item in real life later.
Seven o'clock in the evening.
Kamiyagawa came to the convenience store where he worked.
Stepping on the point to go to work is the basic quality that every migrant worker should have. In addition, today is Kim Yao Day (Friday), which is the day of paycheck.
When I arrived at the store, Mr. Okamura, a full-time employee, had already started work as usual, and the store manager could be seen standing in front of the counter.
The convenience store where Kamiyagawa works is not a chain, but is completely owned by the store manager.
The manager of the store is named Ikumi Kawai, who is in her 30s, looks quite good, and is shrewd and capable, and is a widow.
Oh, in the language of this place, it should be called the surviving.
"You're here, Kamiya-kun."
At this time, Ikumi Kawai was wearing a work uniform in the store on her upper body, tight black pantyhose on her lower body, and the smooth black silk fabric outlined her well-proportioned and fleshy legs just right.
"Well, good evening, Mr. Kawai."
Kamiyagawa glanced at the manager's thigh, then withdrew his gaze.
Although he is now the appearance of a young and handsome male high school student, under this skin, there is the soul of an adult man.
Sure enough, adults should watch something that adults should see.
I really don't poke it.
Ikumi Kawai seemed to notice Kamiyagawa's gaze just now, but she didn't pay much attention to it, and maybe even a little complacent about her charm.
This may be the calmness of a mature woman.
She turned around and took out a wad of money from her bag, counted out 15,000 yen, and handed it out: "Come, Kamiya-kun, this is your salary for the week." β
"Thank you, Mr. Kawai."
"You deserve it. It's been a good week, keep up the good work. I'm very optimistic about you, Kamiya-kun. Ikumi Kawai smiled softly.
I feel that this beautiful smile of this mature woman can steadily wipe a little male high school student clean.
Kamiyagawa silently collected his week's labor income, went straight to the staff locker room, and after changing into work clothes, he deliberately took the [1,000 silver needle].
He had an idea.
When I returned to the store, Ikumi Kawai was on the edge of the crisper closet, bending down to check the expiration date of bento boxes, sandwiches, and other foods.
Seeing Kamiyagawa coming over, she stroked the broken hair around her ear:
"What's the matter, Kamiya-kun. looks like he has something to say, if there are any troubles about puberty as a little boy, he can tell his sister. β
"Manager Kawai, I mean to say." Kamiyagawa held a small silver stick in one hand and looked into Ikumi Kawai's eyes, "You haven't given me this week's salary yet." β
[1,000 Silver Needles], the effect is activated.
"Huh? Hmmm......"
Ikumi Kawai stared at Kamiyagawa's face, her expression was slightly confused, as if there was something important that she selectively ignored.
After a few seconds, the surviving store manager suddenly realized, "Oh, I was just going to give it to you." β
She stepped over to the counter and picked up her bag, and naturally counted another 15,000 yen from it: "Come, Kamiya-kun, this is your week's salary." Good job this week, keep up the good work. β
Kamiyagawa watched the change in Ikumi Kawai's expression seriously, and did not reach out to take the money, but waved his hand lightly: "I'm sorry, Manager Kawai, I'm kidding." You've just paid me a salary. β
"Huh?" The manager of Kawai was stunned, as if he had just woken up from a big dream, "Huh? Like, like oh. β
"Then I'll go to work." Kamiyagawa gave a clean smile and turned to the cash register.
For the rest of the night, the manager of Kawai was depressed, and from time to time he went to sneak a peek at Kamiyagawa at work.
"What the hell is going on, I shouldn't be fooled by a little male high school student, right? I'll admit that Kamiya-kun is really good-looking, but it doesn't make me swoon, right? Why the hell did I believe his unfunny jokes so easily! β
The surviving store manager is frantically self-reflecting.