I really can't control myself

As soon as the black seed came into contact with the useless car, it quickly integrated into the car like a drop of water.

Soon, Linton saw something black and smoke-like starting to emit from the car, and the whole car gradually began to tremble.

These changes were relatively normal, but soon they began to become abnormal.

Some meat-like things poured out of the car's interior from nowhere. Soon, these pieces of meat gradually skewered the iron sheets on the car body, and then guided the iron sheets to begin to slowly deform.

"Damn it, why did this promised cyberpunk suddenly develop in the direction of Cthulhu?" Linton said as he looked at the gushing flesh and blood.

It didn't take much time, and the car here gradually took shape. After the transformation, the train looks a bit like... the shape of Iron Man Trainman. The front of the train is mainly on the body, and the other parts are supported by flesh and blood and turned into limbs. The iron pieces are attached to the flesh and blood. , looks like wearing a layer of armor.

"Uh... this shape..." Linton didn't know what to say. He thought it was the Transformers kind of transformation, but it turned out to be more weird? It seems that it was indeed a strange spiritual energy recovery situation.

"This is the first time I've seen such a change." Aizen next to him observed it with interest.

"Can this thing follow orders?" Linton asked.

"The monster created is similar to a puppet. It can execute some commands, but it is not so precise." Aizen said.

"Does it also come with a junior AI?" Linton nodded.

As I was watching, I didn't expect that the weird little truck here suddenly let out a few whispers. Linton didn't pay attention to what was said, but he was a little surprised and asked: "This thing can still talk?"

"Yes, the previous slit girl can do it too." Aizen said.

Linton nodded, yes, the cracked girl would also ask me if I was pretty.

"Yes...yes..." The voice of the weird little truck was deeper, and it sounded quite scary.

"What are you going to say?" Linton asked.

"It's...it's time to send you to another world for reincarnation!" The weird little truck here raised his hands and shouted.

"What? No, wait, what did this guy shout?" Linton asked Aizen next to him with a confused look on his face.

"It says it's time to be reincarnated into another world," Aizen repeated.

"Uh... Huh? Wait, is this really a dump truck? The kind that specializes in sending people to other worlds?" Linton couldn't help but say.

"I think it should express the meaning of sending people to death." Aizen said, "I said before that these monsters contain resentment, which is why I call this variable the hatred value. These things attack humans. The willingness to attack seems to be quite high, as if he was born with such a mission.”

"No, it talks about being sent to another world. This Japanese-style dump truck...forget it, it may be a traditional performing arts here in Japan." Linton said, "Such a dedicated dump truck, From now on you will be called a dump truck."

"Ouch..." The dump truck here let out a roar like a beast. I don't know why Linton seemed to be able to understand some of the meaning it wanted to express, because he always felt that the attitude shown by the other party seemed to like the name. of.

"Uh... it seems that you do have some intelligence." Linton thought for a while and said to the dump truck, "Can you change back to an ordinary truck?"

Apparently the dump truck here really understood it, because the next second, its body began to change. The flesh and blood on the body gradually shrank back, and it gradually turned into a small broken car that looked ordinary. However, there are some changes, because the previous little broken car was almost completely damaged, and the wheels were all missing.

But now the car seems to have been renovated. At least the wheels have been repaired, and it doesn't look so worn anymore, but the surface is still rusty.

"Can it be opened?" Linton asked.

As soon as the question was asked, the little old car made a starting sound. It was obvious that not only could it be driven, but it was also fully automatic and voice controlled.

"Uh... If I had known better, I would have found a GTR... It wouldn't have been right. It had to be an old car, right?" Linton looked at the dump truck here and was about to say something when a voice suddenly came from beside him.

"That...that..." The voice was a female voice. Linton and Aizen turned around and saw a short-haired girl wearing a sailor suit.

Judging from her age, she must be a female high school student. She was looking at Linton and Aizen nervously.

"Who are you?" Linton was not worried about the other party seeing what just happened, because there was a high probability that he would not. After all, normal people would have been scared away if they saw the situation before. Can they still take the initiative to say hello?

"Hello, my name is Mayumi Kurase, may I ask... are you... the clerk at Sanshoya?" Mayumi Kurase asked in a low voice.

"No, I am now the shopkeeper of Sansho House." Aizen said proactively.

Sanshouya is the name of the antique grocery store that Aizen just occupied.

"Huh? What about Uncle Sada and Aunt Reiko?" Mayumi Kurase asked in surprise.

"They have sold the store to me, and I should have returned to the countryside." Aizen said with a smile.

"Huh? Huh?" Kurase Mayumi looked surprised, "Is this... so sudden? I met them the day before yesterday and had never heard of such a thing."

But soon the girl sighed again: "Yes, the current situation in the commercial street..."

"Excuse me, what can I do for you?" Aizen continued to ask with a smile.

"Oh... Oh, sorry, I'm Mayumi Kurase, working at the bento shop next door." Mayumi Kurase said, "Then do you know that there will be a meeting in the commercial street later?"

"Meeting?" Linton asked.

"It's about the commercial street... The current economic downturn, President Tomita wants to discuss with everyone what to do." Mayumi Kurase said, "I have notified Uncle Sada before, but I didn't expect... So this... Ah, sorry, manager, I forgot to ask your name."

"Aizen."

"Manager Aizen, will you attend the meeting?" Mayumi Kurase asked.

"Okay, I know, I will go to the president's house to attend the meeting later." Aizen still nodded kindly, looking like an ordinary shop owner who is easy to talk to.

"Okay, Manager Aizen." For some reason, Mayumi Kurase seemed to relax a lot, probably because of Aizen's kind appearance. "Manager, don't worry. In fact, we have already thought of a way to restore the popularity of the commercial street. It will definitely not lose to the station commercial street over there."

"Oh? What is the method?" Aizen asked with a smile.

"This... this, I don't know yet, but Yukihira-kun said that he will think of a way." Mayumi Kurase's eyes seemed to be shining when she said this.

"Yukihira-kun? Yukihira Soma?" Linton suddenly asked from the side.