Cthulhu Grocery Store

Absolutely, no guests yet.

Shendai Wugu was lying on the cash register, watching the flow of people coming and going outside the store in boredom.

The storefront is small and the decoration is very retro. Standing outside, you can still see the revolving wooden stairs. It is the passage leading to the second floor. I thought it would be very conspicuous in the commercial area, but no one walked in at all...

Is it because of insufficient publicity? It is not that simple to open a store.

Shendai Wugu sat blankly from the daytime to the evening, growled hungry, sighed, and decided to close the shop temporarily and go back to rest for a while, and come back to see it in the evening.

Back at the apartment, Kamdai Wugu was surprised to find that the opposite room that no one lived in seemed to be occupied.

Eh?When did you move in?

The door suddenly opened from the inside, revealing the long-haired man inside.

Shendai Wugu was taken aback, thinking he had encountered a ghost, and almost shouted out.

Upon closer inspection, he was just an ordinary man.

His complexion is unhealthy pale, his facial features are deep, he looks European, his long gray-blue hair reaches his waist, and the ends of his hair are curled into waves, and his temperament is deep and melancholy.

"Artist?" Shendai Wugu murmured.

"What?" Lovecraft tilted his head.

"Ah, I'm sorry." Kindai Wugu realized that it is very impolite to judge a person based on his appearance, he put his hands together and said apologetically, "I mean, your temperament is very similar to that of an artist, there is no other meaning."

"The artist..." Lovecraft looked blank, not knowing what he was thinking, and nodded, "Well, the artist."

"Eh?"

"My profession is an artist."

"It's really, really amazing..." Shendai Wugu showed a slightly surprised expression, and the corners of his lips rose slightly. He didn't understand why. At first he looked like a very cold person, but when he actually opened his mouth, he was a little dull and cute , "My name is Kamidai Wugu, I live across from you, please give me your advice."

"Lovecraft, you can call me Lovecraft, please give me your advice."

Calling you by name when you first meet?

Ah, maybe Europeans are more enthusiastic.

Shendai Wugu was a little embarrassed, but for the sake of harmonious neighbors, he still mustered up the courage: "Then can I call you Mr. Love, you can call me Wugu."

"Okay, Wugu."

There was a silence between the two.

Neither side seemed to be a good people person.

Shindai Wugu scratched his cheek in embarrassment: "Then I have something to do at night, so I will go back first. Next time I will bring cake to visit you?"

Lovecraft nodded and watched him close the door of the room.

Then he went back to his room, which was empty and without any furniture.

"What is an artist... going to do?"

……

Shendai Wugu returned to the store after eating, and he couldn't believe that there were no customers today.

The location of the store is still very good, close to the commercial street, the neon lights outside are shining colorfully at night, but the dim lights inside the grocery store are out of tune with the outside.

Speaking of which, the lights are brighter than yesterday's.

Shindai Wugu looked up at the light bulbs in the shop, the old lampshades emitted soft light like bubbles.

The store was very quiet, bored at leisure, Jindai Wugu took out a notebook from his backpack and began to write in his diary.

He has the habit of jotting down things since before, and he has written several diaries. Of course, because life is too ordinary and there is nothing to write about, he usually just jots down a few notes.

But recently, his life seemed to be a little turbulent. First, he inherited the legacy of a deceased relative, met a store that fulfilled his wish, and later opened a grocery store himself.

These are all things worth recording.

Kamitori Kirigu was writing diligently on the desktop when the wind chime at the door of the shop was suddenly rang.

jingle--

Are there any guests?

Shendai Wugu raised his head subconsciously.

……

Ichiro Ichiro didn't know why he stopped in front of this shop.

He is wearing a suit, a top hat, and a cane that have recently flowed into Edo. This is a popular attire among progressives or those who have studied in the West, representing a stand out from the Japanese tradition.

Originally, he was supposed to be a guest at a friend's house, and discuss the recent situation with others, whether there was going to be a war or something, but he stood here unknowingly.

It seems that there is something in it that attracts itself.

Opened the door and walked in.

The moment he stepped into the store, Ichiro Iwai fell into deep fear and regret.

Looking at the unremarkable storefront from the outside, the moment you step in, it seems that the harmless appearance is removed, and all the abnormalities emerge.

Dark, viscous, surging darkness replaced the normal walls and ceiling, as if something inside was waiting to break out of its shell.

There are neatly placed products in the store, and most of them are not normal. Some have scales, and some emit a foul smell. He even saw a black mist lingering in a crystal ball, and a pair of tiny eyes opened inside. , Staring at him firmly.

The bone-piercing cold and fear spread from the top of the head to the toes in an instant.

When people are in a dark and extremely fearful environment, they will always subconsciously look towards the bright place.

Ichiro Iwai was no exception. He subconsciously raised his head to look at the only light source in the store. When his eyes touched the bubble-like light source, he suddenly froze in place, and his expression was in a daze for a moment.

"This guest." A soft male voice came into the ears of Ichiro Ichiro who was already frightened.

someone here?

Ichiro Ichiro suddenly woke up, his eyes lit up, and hope surged in his heart. When he looked up, the hope was instantly shattered.

This is a figure shrouded in thick fog, asking him kindly like an ordinary store manager: "What do you need to buy?"

There was a ho-ho sound from Ichiro Ichiro's throat. He had reached his limit, and he wished he could faint now.

But things backfired. His nerves were so clear that it made people want to cry.

"Guest?" It seemed that the long silence made this unknown existence feel puzzled.

The treachery in the store gradually became manic, and Ichiro swallowed, trembling with his greatest survival instinct: "Do you... sell pens here?"

Pen?

It seems there is.

Shendai Wugu nodded: "I'll go find it for you."

After all, he turned around and searched among the weird piles of commodities.

Ichiro Iwai breathed a sigh of relief, and the idea of ​​escape resurfaced.

Are you kidding me, is this a shop?Even if it is, it is also the lair of demons from the abyss!

He couldn't describe what he saw. In short, he was only sure that if he stayed here, he would definitely die!

Maybe use his soul as payment currency...

You have to escape quickly, before that monster comes back!

Ichiro Ichiro stood up and looked towards the room with the door. If you look carefully, you can find the doorknob just below the eyeballs. If you muster up the courage, you can push the door and run out.

Ok?

Driven by an inexplicable impulse, Ichiro Ichiro turned his head stiffly, and saw the windless automatic notebook on the cash register.

get it, get it...

A voice whispered repeatedly in his heart.

This impulse to possess even blinded his mind for a time.

Ichiro Ichiro glanced at the gray mist man who was still looking for in the pile of goods, suppressed his excited heartbeat, walked up quickly, took the diary and stuffed it into his arms, then closed his eyes, pushed open the door of the store and fled.

Kamidai Kiriko, who had gone back and forth, looked at the empty store in confusion with a brand new pen.

"guest?"

……

Ichiro Ichiro didn't remember how long he ran, until he couldn't run any more, he leaned on his knees and panted heavily, and took out the diary in his arms with trembling fingers.

"I, I did it..."

Obtained this treasure from the demon's territory.

The moment I got the diary, Ichiro Ichiro knew its function, and the things written on it would become true as long as they had a certain logic.

Creating things out of thin air, manipulating fate, resurrecting the dead... these are all achievable!

This is the authority of the gods!

"Hehehe, hahahahaha!" Ichiro Ichiro laughed triumphantly. After getting such a treasure, not to mention revitalizing the family, it is not impossible to even dominate Japan!

No, the pattern of dominating Japan is still too small, let's just rule the whole world!

"Huh, there are already words on it?" Ichiro Ichiro recovered from his wonderful delusions, and found that the previous few pages had already been written densely.

This seems to be hiragana?Will demons also record in hiragana?

Ichiro subconsciously began to read. In his sight, the originally clear hiragana gradually came to life. The font twisted and twisted like an earthworm, breaking free from the shackles of the paper like a living thing, and burrowed into Ichiro's eyes. .

Crazy ravings trampled on his nerves, and the severe pain that made people want to gouge out his eyes swept over his mind. Ichiro let out a cry of grief instantly, feeling as if his brain was being randomly stirred up and eaten away by something.

In just a split second, the severe pain disappeared quickly, Ichiro Ichiro straightened up, his eyes were dull and lifeless.

Lines of handwriting appeared on the diary.

[The daring thief repented of his past sins and disappeared into the endless deep sea. 】

Snapped--

The diary fell from Ichiro Ichiro's hand, and the bright cover faded to an old color as if the strength had been exhausted, waiting for the next person to pick it up.

Ichiro Ichiro took a dull step, walked towards the port step by step, and disappeared into the street.

Tonight's night is as deep and quiet as ever.