The crescent moon was in the sky, wandering in the thin clouds, and the night was quiet. A lamp was hung on the telephone pole by the road, illuminating the dim yellow halo.
Chiba Makoto stood at the intersection, looking at the noodle stall a few steps away. He came here because of the scent. When he got there, he discovered that this roadside stall was actually a very retro pushcart. There were many modified electric cars on the street. There was definitely a mudslide in the stall.
Then Chiba Makoto thought of the Halloween witch he had seen a few hours ago who was selling wave candy from a pushcart. Once he was bitten by a snake, he was afraid of ropes for ten years. When he saw the pushcart, he felt that there was a ghost.
As soon as I stopped and was hesitating, I heard a deep male voice coming from behind the stall blocked by the hanging curtain: "Guest, would you like a bowl of soba noodles? This is a time-honored restaurant."
"Uh..." Chiba Cheng looked at this small noodle stall and placed three benches around it. No matter how crowded it was, it could only accommodate six people. He was still setting up the stall in the middle of the night. He thought the business was not good, so he held it Taking care of business and satisfying his own thoughts, he said: "Okay, let's have a bowl."
I was really hungry, and the aroma from this noodle stall was too strong. It was the one that tempted me first, so don’t blame yourself for eating the noodles.
When I walked up to it, I found that the boss was dressed very cleanly, in white clothes and a white hat. This alone was a plus. After all, no one who eats wants to see the chef dirty.
Chiba Makoto glanced at the chef from the corner of his eye and was about to sit down when he saw the pot for cooking noodles, which was pitch black and bottomless. The legend of the late-night soba noodle stall came to mind.
"Obik? It can't be such a coincidence, right?" Chiba Makoto suddenly thought, there seems to be something wrong with this midnight, this soba stall, and this chef.
As soon as he thought of this, the chef turned around and threw the thin noodles into the pot. The light shone on his face, revealing everything.
...
Well, I met Obik by chance.
Not only was this familiar face, but the pot that was empty just now began to steam with steam after the other party threw the noodles into it.
Yes, it’s Obik. Wait, have I become the boy with a gray head who was teleported into the well by Obik in the original play?
No way.
Chiba Cheng was dumbfounded and immediately wanted to jump up and run away from the stall, but Obik had already picked up the sieve and fished out the noodles from the pot, put them into a sea bowl, and skillfully added green onions, crushed peppers and tomatoes. The burro was topped with sauce, and a large bowl was pushed in front of Chiba Makoto.
"I've kept you waiting for so long!"
The fragrant smell tantalized the gluttons, and made the already dry stomach even hungrier. Chiba Cheng couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, and his stomach responded to the situation with a "Gulu!" 'It rang.
But he immediately reminded himself that this pot contained an unknown object that Obik called a 'shadow'. Can the noodles under this pot be eaten? Will there be any problem if I eat it? So I couldn’t eat and had to leave immediately.
but...
It smells so good!
His stomach growled with hunger, and a large bowl of fragrant noodles was less than twenty minutes away. He was dizzy and weak from hunger. It only took half a second for Chiba Cheng to think of a reason to convince him. Self: It’s not okay to be hungry. After all, only when you are full can you have the strength to cope with all abnormal events.
After convincing myself, I picked up the chopsticks and put the noodles into my mouth. My mouth was full of delicious flavor. It is indeed a time-honored restaurant. The craftsmanship is not to mention. From this wooden cart with a very retro shape, you can tell how long Obik has been setting up the stall. Not short anymore.
While stuffing noodles into his mouth, Chiba Makoto did not let down his vigilance and guard. He kept looking at Obik out of the corner of his eye. Although he knew that in the original work, he was not a bad person, he still had to be on guard against others.
I saw him cleaning up the small kitchen table skillfully, and looking at Chiba Makoto who was devouring the food from the corner of his eye. The delicious food from the guests was the best praise for the chef's craftsmanship, which filled his face with a smile.
two minutes later
'boom! '
The big bowl was put back on the table, with only a little soup residue left in it, and all the noodles and soup went into Chiba Cheng's stomach.
'call! Chiba Cheng, whose forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat after eating, let out a long sigh of relief. He rubbed his belly with great satisfaction. After eating and drinking, his whole body was full of strength. He said with great enthusiasm: "How much?"
Obik, who was busy cleaning up, then raised his head and pointed to the support pillar at the end of the trolley. Chiba Cheng turned around and saw an old-looking menu sign hanging on each of the two wooden pillars. One was about buckwheat soup noodles and the other. It's soba noodles with gravy.
Such a large bowl of buckwheat noodle soup only cost 200 yuan. Chiba Makoto was extremely tempted and wanted to eat it every day. It was so cheap that it was probably just a cost and there was no money to be made at all.
He pulled the backpack over, opened the zipper, found the wallet, took out two hundred-yuan coins and put them on the table. Obik saw the ID and camera bag stuffed in the mesh pocket on the side of the backpack, and said: "Guest, you are a reporter. ?"
Chiba Cheng, who was just about to put the money into the wooden box, paused, nodded, and then stuffed two coins into the money box in the small cabinet.
"Then have you heard of Obik?"
Chiba Cheng immediately wanted to take out the magic stick. Hearing these words was as frightening as "Fellow Taoist Stay". He looked up at Obik and glanced at the pot in the middle of the stall with the lid still on. There was no movement.
Without waiting for Chiba Cheng to answer, Obik said to himself: "There is a legend circulating in this area. There is a monster named Obik who haunts the dark night. If you hear someone shouting behind you at night, 'Play with me, play with Obik' and remember, don't look back."
When Obik spoke, he deliberately lowered his voice and added a mysterious tone that could make him tell a ghost story on a radio station. Combined with the darkness and silence around him, it was indeed scary.
only...
What emerged in Chiba Cheng's mind was Obik holding his shadow, looking at the unrecognizable village, shouting with great excitement: "The village in the past is back, there is the lookout, that is the clear river, that is Lotus root pond..."
After Obik finished telling the 'ghost' story, the boy opposite him showed no reaction. This was a complete failure for the storyteller.
But Obik was not discouraged and continued according to the script he had been thinking about for a long time: "Do you want to see him?"
Chiba Cheng nodded, put his backpack on his back, unzipped his jacket, and reached inside to get something. The lid of the cooking pot suddenly floated, and a childish voice came from inside: "Play with me, play with O Play with Piccolo!"
A smile of excitement and joy appeared on Obik's face, and then he saw Chiba Cheng who was unresponsive. His face collapsed instantly, and he suddenly wondered if what he did was not scary enough, otherwise why didn't the other party react at all? ?
Then the final killer move was launched. The lid of the pot suddenly flew away, and a black object emerged from it, shouting loudly: "Come and play with Obik!"
