"Aba!"

The little old man, dressed in a nihilistic monk's robe, climbed on the back of the seat in the cab and pointed to the front of the car.

He did feel the strange talk getting closer.

Kamiyagawa constantly relayed the navigation instructions of his scouts to the soul slayers in the car.

The further the van drove forward, the lights on the street gradually became dim and silent, and the whole neighborhood was empty and lonely.

Only the low barking of dogs could be heard, and the whimpering of the houses of unknown people beside the street echoed in the thick of the night.

"Stop here." Kamiya said.

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

The night breeze blows, and the leaves rustle the trees that shake the street, and the sound becomes clearer and brighter, highlighting the loneliness and loneliness.

Everything is so quiet that you can't breathe, it's like a no-go zone in the middle of the city. The lonely atmosphere seems to occupy every corner, every detail, slowing down the pace of this block, and even making people feel a little trance, as if they are in another world.

The five of them followed the little old man in front of them and continued to walk forward.

In such an environment, the streets that used to be quite lively during the day seem to have lost their soul. Except for the sound of the night breeze blowing, no other sound could be heard.

Keep moving.

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

The whole neighborhood seemed to be a huge dark hollow, with no sound and dim light, and any sound and light seemed to be particularly precious.

"Aba!"

The little old man turned the corner and led the group 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 unlit signs and closed doors, and the restaurants in the alleys are closed at this point in time.

Walking briskly in this alley, Kamiyagawa could already sense that 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, and for a while they couldn't tell where they were, and suddenly saw a big red lantern in front of them, with the words "Erba, hand-cut noodles, udon noodles" written on it.

Just like in the Edo period 400 years ago, the red lantern in front of the door represents the unspoken words of the shopkeeper: "Passers-by, why don't you come in and have a drink?" ”

At this time, even Kanazawa and they could sense that something was wrong.

That's right, the big lantern lit up in a dim area in front of you is emitting a strange atmosphere!

Lamp without buckwheat.

This kind of strange talk really exists in Sumida Ward!

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

It's a small wooden longhouse with Edo architecture, but it doesn't stand out in the alley.

The low-rise houses surrounding the soba noodle shop give the impression of shaky and shaky. This makes the small soba noodle shop that is still in business feel independent from the wilderness, although it is crowded into the complex.

"Good work."

Kamiyagawa recalls the little old man.

The scouts did their job as good tonight as ever.

It was very smooth to find the location of the lamp-free buckwheat, and it was very long for himself.

Kamiya kept his pupils slightly condensed, and when he looked forward, he noticed that the mobile phone in his pocket did not vibrate after the appearance of the light no buckwheat.

This situation has been encountered before.

Like when I saw Rutsuki Station in Aokihara before, "Strange Tales of Strange Stories" also did not give Strange Tales rating information.

It is speculated that the lantern buckwheat may be the same as the moon station, not "alive", there is a strange talk of "life", but a simple supernatural building.

"What now?"

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

The red lantern in front of the door swayed, and there was an indescribable allure, which made people feel hungry out of thin air, attracting everyone to walk in involuntarily.

It's just that a few soul slayers can barely resist this temptation.

In Kamiya's opinion, since he has found the Lamp No Buckwheat, the next thing he can do is nothing more than two.

Either go inside and have a look, or go straight outside and try to demolish this supernatural structure.

"Mr. Tsukada and the other victims are probably still in this soba shop, so maybe they should go and see it first." Master Kanazawa thought for a moment and then said.

He is a more responsible soul slayer, and he will always consider the situation of the soul striker.

"Okay." Kamiya nodded.

"Xiaoyu, Guangtian, you come in with me. Kawasaki, you and Kamiya stay outside. If the missing person comes out of the store, or feels that we have launched an attack on the Lamp No Buckwheat from the inside, please take care of it from the outside, and make sure that the inside is the same. ”

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

As a foreign aid to participate in this eradication of spirits, and the powerful Kamiya was left outside by him.

In this regard, Kamiyagawa himself has no objection.

The five of them deliberated in the alley for a while, conspiring in a whisper outside the lampless buckwheat. After that, Kanazawa led two soul slayers towards the door of the small shop with red lanterns swaying and the interior brightly lit.

"Be careful, if something goes wrong, I'll try to demolish this weird building from the outside."

Kamiyagawa said this to Kanazawa.

……

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

The small noodle restaurant with a strong Edo style is still quiet and warm from the outside.

"Kamiya-kun, Mage Kanazawa, they'll be fine, right?"

Kawasaki was the only woman in the five actors tonight, and she looked worried about the safety of her companions.

"Probably not." Kamiya shook his head.

He had just quietly asked Zashiki to predict the "good fortune" of tonight's action.

The reply given by Shikipo was that there was no warning of danger.

And judging from the existing information on the Tonno Soba shop in Sumida Ward, although the people who enter this small shop will disappear for a short time, they should not enter the inner world of Shinto.

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 it, it's easy to talk about other things.

Moreover, according to the other information that Kamiya currently knows, Tonno Soba should be the same as Ruyue Station, and there is no "life characteristic" in it, and there is a high probability that the store has its own set of supernatural rules.

The worst outcome is that the three of them will disappear for a week or a month, and then reappear on the streets of Sumida Ward late at night.

However, Master Kanazawa is a soul slayer after all, and they are different from ordinary people.

In addition, there is Kamiyagawa outside to support.

Anyway, according to the experience of Kamiya and Kanazawa, the situation is slightly wrong, and calling out Mary to forcibly demolish this illegal building from the outside should be able to completely break the rules inside the Lamp No Buckwheat, so as to prevent Kanazawa and the others from getting lost in the Lamp No Buckwheat.

Waited a few more minutes.

The small wooden door without buckwheat was pushed open, and three people came out of it.

It's not Kanazawa, they're all strangers.

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

Kamiyagawa had seen a photo of this person in the Lampno Soba file before-

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

"Rescued so quickly, so smoothly?"

Both Kamiya and Kawasaki were slightly surprised.

When Mr. Tsukada Satake walked out of the Lamp No Sowheat, he had a calm and complacent look on his face, and he couldn't see the slightest fear, or even feel any pressure, and he seemed extremely relaxed, even a little detached.

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

Some took out their phones, while others looked around at a loss. Their relaxed expressions disappeared, and they all hesitated.

"No...... No, no! Mr. Tsukada's voice was low and painful, and he turned his head sharply.

The three parties acted in unison, and they all wanted to rush back to the Lampless Soba shop.

It's just that in their perspective, the warm and calm little shop behind them has disappeared without a trace.

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

The three parties were quickly controlled by Kamiya and Kawasaki-sama, who rushed up.

"No, it shouldn't be like this! The Outside World...... It sucks! Let me go back, I want to go back! ”

They seemed to have a withdrawal reaction, their voices in pain, their expressions hideous, and they struggled desperately.

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

In addition, as the person with the strongest perception and spiritual vision among all the people at present, he can still feel the existence of the lamp without buckwheat. It's just that the big red lantern flickering in front of the store has begun to become illusory, and the whole small shop has slowly become ethereal.

The lamp has no buckwheat and is disappearing!

It's going to run away from here!

Kamiyagawa quickly threw the two victims he was holding behind him and stepped forward.

"Mary!"

And Mr. Tsukada Satake, who was thrown behind by him, curled up in pain. The cold and serious, rather leader-like demeanor is completely gone, but like a pet dog that suddenly realizes that he is homeless, wailing constantly.

"No, go back, I'm going back...... Please, let me go back, just go back there......"

……

Tsukada Satake's experience, I have to talk about it from a week ago-

It was an uneventful night, as usual.

In Tokuma's studio, Tsukada is lecturing to several subordinates.

"Bastard! Here's the coloring, why it went wrong! The day after tomorrow is the delivery day, you rice buckets! ”

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, Mr. Tsukada! Change now, change now! ”

Satake Tsukada is the head of the entire studio, and he is also a manga artist himself, and he also served as the director of the two animated films produced by the studio.

It's a hands-on type of leader, and he's also a stern type.

Treat subordinates and themselves very strictly.

And what he is angry about, the color situation makes him extremely dissatisfied with the comic manuscript, which is a recent shonen manga in their studio.

The deadline for delivery and publication is very close.

Tsukada finished reprimanding his subordinates and did not leave the studio. Instead, I stayed with them and stayed up all night to revise the manuscript together.

The clock on the studio wall ticks.

The coffee was refilled, and more and more ash and cigarette butts were piling up in the ashtray.

It was not until 2 a.m. that the work was finally finished.

The two subordinates who had made a mistake put the drawings back together and submitted them to Mr. Tsukada for him to see. After receiving a satisfactory answer, he was finally granted amnesty.

At half past two, the Tokuma studio finally turned off the lights and closed the door.

Mr. Tsukada was driving on his way home.

Because he has been staying up late late, his mental state is very bad, his eyes are full of bloodshot that can't be dissipated, and he often has some migraines.

But even so, on the way off work, Tsukada still can't let go of work.

Thinking about the company's business in the near future, thinking about the next issue. Moreover, another animated film in the studio has also been approved two months ago, and there are still a lot of troublesome things waiting for him to do and deal with.

The studio is currently on the rise and is gaining momentum.

We must be cautious and cautious, and we must not make mistakes.

There is a red light ahead.

Tsukada stopped the car, his mind was confused, and he had some tinnitus.

He lit himself another cigarette.

It's obviously late at night, and the red light at this intersection is a little long for some reason.

In the blurred smoke of cigarette smoke, Tsukada looked to the side of the street. There is a small shop there with lights on, and the décor is retro and warmly lit.

The red lantern in front of the store swayed in the calm night breeze.

It reads, "Twenty-eight, hand-cut noodles, udon noodles."

"When did the small noodle restaurant open? It's still open at this late hour. ”

Tsukada thought so.

Looking at the lanterns in the noodle shop, he suddenly felt hungry.

It seems that today has been busy all day, and I haven't eaten properly.

"Eat something and go home and sleep. Tomorrow, there is still a lot to do. ”

When the green light came on, Tsukada Satake did not rush to drive away, but stopped directly on the side of the road.

He extinguished his half-lit cigarette and walked into the soba shop.

Jingle Bell –

The wooden door was pushed open.

The old-fashioned doorbell on the door is shaking.

The interior of the restaurant is not too large, with wooden decorations, wooden tables and chairs, soft and dim lighting, and a clean and tidy layout. There are some ukiyo-e inscriptions hanging on the walls, which are quite charming.

The kitchen of the noodle restaurant is open, surrounded by a wooden bar counter, and you can directly watch the chef preparing the food.

"Welcome."

At the door, four waiters lined up and bowed respectfully to Tsukada who walked in, with a comfortable expression.

"It's obviously a small shop, but the formation is unexpectedly big. And it's so late, these people are really energetic. ”

Thinking so, Tsukada chose to sit down at the bar.

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

He stood in the open kitchen and smiled at Tsukada Satake, "What do guests eat?" ”

"Uh, I'll take a look at the menu."

The middle-aged chef was still smiling, the warm yellow light from the ceiling falling on his white uniform. He spoke, word by word:

"It's a lot of trouble. Guest, would you like a simple soba meal? ”

(End of chapter)