My Sister is Fuji

I don't know if it was Su Mu's illusion or what, Ah Ning counted the money for each customer, and after putting stickers on them one by one, his mental state became better and his smile became brighter, as if the old man who was forgetful and pale as if he was dying, Totally shaken off.

……

In a little while, it will be twelve o'clock.During this time period, there are basically no customers.

Su Mu stood in front of the cashier, and Ah Ning sat on the side to rest.

"Huh—" A strong wind blew outside the door, rolling up fine sand, stones, leaves, and slowly floating a thin mist, similar to the green smoke of burning incense.

Aning shivered unconsciously, curled up, it was so cold.

Su Mu didn't notice the cold, but just looked at the door.

The door was opened, it was an acquaintance, it was Zhu Juan who ran away in the morning.

It's just that her temperament is completely different, she no longer has the gloomy atmosphere of the past, she is more like an ordinary young girl.

Zhu Juan looked at Su Mu, her body felt unreal and transparent.

Su Mu asked calmly, "What do you want to buy?"

Zhu Juan shook her head, walked to the cash register, took out the half notebook from her arms, kept silent for a while, and finally reached out and handed the notebook to Su Mu: "Give this to Xiaohui for me."

"..." Su Mu paused, but still took the notebook.Looking at Zhu Juan's transparent body, he didn't ask why Zhu Juan didn't give her half of the notebook herself.

Zhu Juan murmured dreamily: "I can't continue to help her anymore." Her expression was erratic, worrying about gain and loss, "Please help me give her this half of the Amitabha Sutra, I hope it will be useful to her."

Amitabha Sutra?

Su Mu glanced at it strangely, and saw a completely ordinary notebook in his hand.

"Can you...can you help me?" Zhu Juan seemed to be begging.

Su Mu nodded.

Zhu Juan laughed, revealing her snow-white broken teeth and cute dimples. She no longer had those terrifying fangs like steel nails.

Su Mu looked at the notebook, on which was written crookedly in small red letters: "We are all slaves."

For some reason, Su Mu was touched.He raised his head and looked at the clock hanging on the wall behind him. The hour hand was at eleven, the minute hand passed ten, and he was heading towards eleven.

With Su Mu's affirmation, Zhu Juan turned and left.

Aning glanced at Zhu Juan in disgust, Zhu Juan walked slightly on tiptoe, and walked out the door until she disappeared completely.

"I'm really tired of such weird people with eccentricities." Aning said with disgust.

"She may not be a weirdo." Su Mu said calmly.

Aning touched his arm, and after four or five seconds, he thought of something belatedly, his face turned pale, and he was completely frightened: "Are you kidding me?"

Su Mu glanced at Aning, really not understanding, so many strange things happened in the store, but still in awe of ghosts.

"It's just another kind of 'person'; she may have gone to the world of another 'person'." Su Mu whispered, tightening the half of the notebook in his hand.

Ah Ning seemed to be infected by Su Mu's emotions, and gradually calmed down.

……

Get off work soon.

Su Mu was walking under the moonlight, walking home with half a notebook in his hand.

At this time, a man with his hands in his pockets and his head bowed very low walked towards him.

When passing by Su Mu, the two of them had just rubbed shoulders when the man suddenly turned around and reached out to snatch the notebook in Su Mu's left hand.

Unprepared!

If it were an ordinary person, the notebook might be snatched away, but Su Mu grabbed his right hand and looked at the man.

The man was a middle-aged man with an unshaven beard and a livid face. He pulled it out vigorously and shouted: "Let go! Let go quickly!" But Su Mu's hands were like iron clamps, no matter how hard he pulled or smashed them , kicking Su Mu's leg feebly like a child, but Su Mu's hand just didn't move at all.

Suddenly, Su Mu let go of his hand.

The man staggered, took a few steps back, failed to stand firmly, and fell to the solid ground, grinning in pain.

Su Mu looked at the man who fell to the ground.

The man was still in pain and embarrassed just now, his eyes suddenly lit up slyly, he stood up and rushed towards the notebook in Su Mu's hand.

Su Mu was prepared and easily staggered away. He grabbed the man's right little finger and bent it. The man's expression changed, his knees bent in pain, and cold sweat flowed out from the pain.

"What do you want to do?"

"Notebook, show me a look!" the man said weakly, but his eyes were full of madness and obsession, he tried his best to turn around and look at the notebook in Su Mu's hand.

Intrigued by notebooks?

Su Mu made such a judgment all of a sudden, the notebook has a certain fatal attraction.

The man roared: "Let go, is it necessary to do this! I didn't do anything, I just wanted to see the contents of your notebook—ah!" The "click" sound of being broken.

With a little force, Su Mu broke the man's little finger.

The muscles on the man's face were contorted, and he was sweating profusely from the pain. He knelt down on the ground, covering his stomach with his hands, unable to even speak.

Su Mu tucked the notebook under his arm, and ignored the man kneeling on the ground and howling.