Canary of the gods

In the early morning of early spring, it was located on the second floor of a residential house in Yokohama.

In the dark bedroom blocked by thick curtains, the only sound of the second hand "clicking" can be heard.

At the moment when the second hand and the minute hand coincided, the set alarm clock sounded beeping, and the silence in the room was ruthlessly broken along with the sweet sleep.

The person lying on the bed turned over with difficulty, struggling to get out of the bed like an insect that had just shed its shell, stretched out his hand, and pressed the alarm clock that disturbed the dream with a "snap".

After the piercing alarm stopped, the man lay down like a deflated rubber ball, and lay on the bed for a while.

The inspiration came last night and he drew until late at night. From lying down to now, he only slept for three hours.

Normally, he can sleep until he wakes up naturally, but not today.

He sent catalogs to several galleries last week, and received his first email response yesterday.The gallery made an appointment with him at the gallery at ten o'clock sharp this morning to talk about the details of the upcoming cooperation, so it is impossible for him to let himself continue to sleep.

The gallery he replied to was not too close to his home, and today was a working day, so when he calculated the time he should go out, it happened to hit the morning rush hour.It was too much time spent on the road, so he set an alarm clock to remind himself to get up and go out early.

It's not okay to stay in bed, absolutely not...

He prepared himself psychologically, finally made up his mind, threw off the quilt and got up.

It was cold in the spring, and as soon as he opened the window, he was shivered by the cold air blowing in, and his drowsy brain was completely awake and started to function.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen on the first floor.

Take out two slices of toast from the refrigerator and toast them in the bread machine. The lettuce and tomato are ready for later use.Set up the frying pan on the stove on the other side, pour oil into the hot pan, and crack the eggs into the pan.All kinds of fruits should be peeled and cut into pieces. After processing, put them into the juicer together, and a cup of mixed juice will be ready in a short while.

If this scene were placed in an ordinary family, it would be nothing more than preparing a simple breakfast.

However, everything is different now because...

In the tinkling and bustling kitchen, there was no one in sight!In other words, whether it is baking toast, frying poached eggs, squeezing juice, etc., they are all unmanned and operate on their own, as if there is an invisible ghost controlling the kitchen.

Fortunately, the owner of this house lived alone, so no one saw this weird scene, otherwise he would have to be scared out of his wits.

After about a few minutes, a monk who finished washing sat at the dining table, and a simple and nutritious breakfast was already set in front of him.

"I'm gonna start now--"

A temple repair, male, 22 years old, living alone.

After graduating from university, he did not choose a professional-related job, but became a freelance painter.

In order to broaden his horizons and find inspiration, he traveled around the world for a period of one year.Until half a month ago, he stopped traveling and moved to live in Yokohama.

He hasn't moved to Yokohama for a long time. He doesn't like to socialize. He doesn't go out very much except to go to the supermarket to buy vegetables on weekdays. The furthest time he was away from home was to deliver a picture album to a gallery last week, so he has no plans to buy a car yet.

After breakfast, a monk put on a mask and a messenger bag and went out.

Spring is the season when hay fever frequently occurs. Walking on the street and taking a quick glance, more than half of the people are wearing masks, and a temple cultivator is inconspicuous among them.

Speaking of which, he has a bad habit. Except for drawing, he almost never leaves his mobile phone. Even when he is walking on the road, he can't help taking out his mobile phone to browse the news and check Twitter, and he never raises his head.

Walking without looking at the road is a great safety hazard.

There are many people who have said this to him, but none of them can make him get rid of this bad habit.

As he was walking, he suddenly heard an exclamation: "Be careful!"

The football drew a parabola in mid-air, and it was about to hit a monk who was buried in his mobile phone, but he suddenly bent down as if the back of his head had eyes, and the ball just brushed his back and flew over, "Boom" He slammed into a utility pole a few steps away.

The soccer ball that hit the obstacle was bounced back, and "Dong Dong Dong" bounced a few times before rolling to a temple's feet.

The elementary school student who accidentally kicked the football away hurried over, his face flushed, and he hurriedly apologized to a monk: "I'm sorry! Brother, are you not injured?"

However, as if he didn't hear a piece of the temple, he never took his attention away from his mobile phone, bypassing the football at his feet and the elementary school students who bowed and apologized to him, and continued to walk forward as if nothing had happened.

The primary school student who didn't get a response froze for a moment, picked up the football, and watched a temple go away in a daze.

"I told you not to play football on the road!"

His partner quickly came up to him, grumbling and complaining.

"I know, Ryota..." He scratched his hair, his face was very embarrassed, "But, is that big brother angry?"

Ryota glanced at a temple cultivator who was leaving, patted his little friend on the shoulder and comforted him: "Hey, that's the way he is. My mother said that she met him when she was shopping for vegetables, and she also said hello to him once or twice. , but I never got a response, and I don’t know if it’s because I have an ear problem that I didn’t hear it, or because I just don’t like to talk to people.”

"Huh? Ryota, do you know him?"

"It's just an impression. I remember that he moved here half a month ago. I saw him on the day of the move. His bangs can cover his long eyes. He looks gloomy and difficult to get along with." .”

"That's it..."

"That's right, this kind of person must have a bad temper, so leave him alone... Oops! Go, if you miss the bus, you'll be late for school!"

"oh oh!"

Arriving at the bus station, a priest finally put away his phone.

Seeing the crowds crowded on the platform, he immediately gave up the idea of ​​checking the bus route at the stop sign, and turned on the navigation in the phone very skillfully.

Ah, as expected, I'd better pick up the car, anyway, there's nothing to do in the afternoon.

he thought blankly.

Um?Wait, speaking of cars, he didn't seem to have a driver's license with him when he went out?

A priest rummaged through his cross-body bag, but did not find his driver's license.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that after he came to Yokohama, he put the driver's license and passport in the desk drawer, and didn't pay much attention to it because he didn't use it before.

It's not a problem without a driver's license...

He reached into the bag, probed deep into it, and silently said a sentence in his heart: driver's license.

At this moment, the driver's license that was put together with the passport in the desk drawer of Sixiu's house disappeared with a whoosh.In the next second, the driver's license appeared in the hand covered by the satchel.

Yitiao Sixiu took out the driver's license without changing his face, inserted it into the card holder, and put it back calmly.

At this time, the bus he was waiting for just approached, his attention was immediately diverted, and he even forgot to zip up the satchel.

It was the morning rush hour, and there were a lot of people squeezing the bus.

A temple cultivator was pushed and shoved by office workers who were eager to get on the train behind him, and he was pushed and shoved to the back of the carriage without even having to move his legs.

When there are too many people, the air in the car becomes cloudy.The faint peculiar smell mixed with all kinds of perfumes and skin care products smelled so exciting that a monk almost couldn't catch his breath.

He grabbed the ring to stabilize his body, sighed and regretted, why didn't he just take a taxi?

……Eh?

Oh yes.

Why doesn't he take a taxi?

A priest frowned and thought about this question carefully, and then he found out with embarrassment——he simply forgot the option "you can take a taxi to the gallery".

He hadn't taken transportation for so long that he forgot there was such a thing as a taxi.

As for why he said that, it was because he could directly...

"?"

Suddenly, a temple cultivator felt someone pushing him behind him.

Looking back, it turned out that a certain passenger was going to get off at the next stop. Seeing that there were so many people on the car, and he was sitting relatively far behind, he was worried that he would miss the stop if he couldn't squeeze in later, so he planned to move to the door in advance .

Coincidentally, the passenger was originally sitting in the seat next to a temple, and when he got up, the seat happened to be vacant.

A temple cultivator didn't hesitate, sat down and put the satchel on his lap.

"Please, please stop pushing!"

"That's it!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" The passenger sweated profusely and apologized to the people around him, but he didn't intend to stop, and he still pushed forward bravely.

After finally squeezing to the door, he let out a long sigh of relief.

This is not a big deal, what is surprising is that every passenger who was pushed and shoved by him has a flame-like mark inexplicably.The flame mark was about the size of a five-yen coin, and disappeared after flashing twice like a signal light.

This mark is really small, and the time it appears is very short. In addition, the compartment is so crowded that it is almost human-friendly, so almost no passengers noticed the abnormality.

As for why it is said to be "almost none", it is because a priest noticed it.

When he put the satchel on his lap, he unexpectedly found that a small flame imprint suddenly flashed on the shoulder strap of his satchel.

Ok?

what is this?

He has been carrying this bag for almost five years, so he knows very well that there should be no such thing on the shoulder strap.

A monk didn't think much about it, he curled up his fingers, and dusted it off like he was treating something dirty.

Miraculously, the flame imprint was really brushed away by him, and it stuck to the wall of the car with a "snap", flickered twice, and then disappeared.

He stared at the place where the flame imprint disappeared for a while, but he didn't see why, so he simply ignored it.

Probably because I slept too late yesterday and woke up early today, the brain of a temple cultivator was overwhelmed by the overwhelming drowsiness in a short time.

Anyway, there was still some distance to the bus stop where he was going to get off, so it was better to take a nap.

Thinking of this, he closed his eyes and allowed himself to fall asleep.

A temple cultivator felt that he hadn't closed his eyes for two seconds before he was suddenly awakened by a loud cry.

"My wallet! My wallet was stolen!"