"Haha, guest, you are joking..."
Although he felt that this late-night diner was talking serious nonsense, since it was a joke, it was harmless. Yukihira Seiichiro naturally would not take it seriously, so he just smiled and brought up the topic.
And because of this, Gu Mo only thought that the other party was being humble and didn't realize what the problem was.
In this way, the boss and the diners complimented each other a few more times, and the scene became friendly and happy.
"Guest, our ingredients have basically been used up..." Looking at a few empty plates on the table, Yukihira Seiichiro said euphemistically. Although he made an exception and continued to receive this simple customer, the ingredients in the store have been used up. It is also an objective fact.
Having opened a restaurant for such a long time, he naturally knows how much ingredients should be prepared every day. Basically, they are just enough to be consumed. At most, there will be a little surplus, but more will be wasted. He is not willing to hoard too much in the store. There are many ingredients, which are basically changed fresh every day.
"Is this...really nothing at all?"
Blinking his eyes, Gu Mo knew that this was the truth, but he was still a little reluctant to leave like this. After all, eighty percent full meant that he was not completely full, but he had just eaten the magic meal here. How could he tolerate the realistic food outside?
"It's really gone..." Seiichiro Yukihira replied helplessly. Being asked like this by diners will indeed make the chef happy, but it's hard for a clever woman to make a meal without rice.
"Ahem, Dad, there are actually some..." At this time, a pretentious cough came from the side. The two of them turned their heads to look at the same time, and saw the young man standing over the counter with his hand in his hand. He was holding a plate inside, as if offering a treasure.
"I improved it again after evening. The current dish should be..."
"Well...I suddenly feel like I'm full again."
Gu Mo blinked his eyes, convinced that the dishes on the plate he saw were written in faint silver fonts, mixed with some weird twisted black gas special effects, which was completely different from the special effects of the food just now, even the fonts were glowing with golden light. It was different, so he decisively changed his mind and made a decision.
"..."
"..."
"Wait, I haven't started talking yet..." Xingping Soma seemed to be greatly shocked.
So decisive? He hadn't even had time to introduce his innovative work, and he hadn't even said its name yet. He was originally wondering if he could get some more useful advice from this simple eater.
"By the way, boss, are you open until this time every day?" Gu Mo asked him a more concerned question. It was such a high-quality and low-priced restaurant, and it was so close to his home. He walked downstairs and walked less than 500 meters to get there. He felt that if possible, he could help out more in the future.
"That's not certain..." Yukihira Seiichiro smiled and said, "It depends on the situation. Today is relatively late."
"That's it..."
Gu Mo raised his eyebrows. So, according to his current situation, he might not be able to catch up every day?
My daily schedule is very regular now. I wake up once every sixteen hours, always waking up on time at midnight every day. If the store is closed by that time, wouldn't my trip be in vain? Well, I don’t know if they accept pre-ordered takeout services.
While thinking this, he stood up and walked directly to the counter. At the same time, he reached out to touch his mobile phone - but after scanning the counter, he found that there was no payment code at all. He shrugged and didn't care too much. After all, he also had cash on him.
Because there are always times when you need to use it. For example, some elderly people set up stalls or keep stores, and they don’t really accept mobile payments. Gu Mo didn't want to embarrass them, so he always prepared some cash with him, whether he needed it or not was another matter. It was better to be prepared than to be unprepared.
For example, right now, this store obviously does not support electronic payment services.
Just as Gu Mo took out his wallet, he noticed an interactive box in front of the counter in his field of vision.
--"Buy."
"..."
"..."
Without thinking too much, like all people with cheap skills, he just hesitated for a moment, then subconsciously focused his attention, and a new interface popped up in front of his eyes.
A new list came out, a long list of menus arranged neatly, and the ones at the top were the egg fried rice and several other dishes he ordered before, showing a selected color and marked next to it. price. Of course, at the bottom is the "Payment" option, and the total price is also marked next to it.
Gu Mo focused his attention on that payment option and watched as the color of its icon quickly changed from yellow to dark. After the gradient completed in one second, another line of font appeared in the middle...
"-¥65."
The whole process was like this, making him feel very familiar, and he couldn't help but be slightly distracted.
"Okay, thank you for your patronage..."
Just when Gu Mo was in a daze, Yukihira Soma behind the counter had already counted the money skillfully, collected the coins and put them in the cashier. At the same time, he thanked loudly in a spirited voice. Although he was a little shocked just now, he was very happy. I quickly adjusted my mentality.
Then, the young man saw the guest in front of him blink his eyes, as if he had just woken up from a dream, showing a subtle expression.
"What's the matter, guest? Is there any problem?" Xing Ping Soma asked a little strangely, are you waiting for change for yourself?
But the other party just gave me enough. It wasn’t even a penny more. Where could I get the change?
"No, I just...well, I just thought of something else, so I got distracted."
Gu Mo reacted and explained like this. Then he glanced at the wallet in his hand, seemed to hesitate and slowly turned away, one step, two steps, three steps...
He was not stopped until he walked out of the store. This made him particularly surprised. Did he really pay like this?
Glancing back inside, I found that Yukihira and his son were already packing their things again. It would seem very embarrassing to go back and ask at this time.
So he looked around and walked towards the other side of the street. After avoiding Yukihira's restaurant, he used the light of the street lamp on the side of the road to open the wallet he was holding in doubt and counted it. He found that he had The change was indeed exactly sixty-five yuan less, which completely corresponded to the situation just now.
Gu Mo's expression suddenly became a little solemn. He hesitated for a moment, then tentatively called out, muttering something in his mouth——
"system?"
"Dark Blue?"
"Come out! I want more!"
For the next few minutes, I tried to call out my golden finger to prove that there was nothing wrong with my brain... Of course, nothing happened. Only the passers-by subconsciously speeded up their pace when passing by, and the surrounding people also... A circle of people gathered around and pointed at him with crazy eyes.
Gu Mo sighed dejectedly and gave up his persistent delusion. He looked around at the people pointing fingers. Sure enough, happiness belonged to others and he had nothing.
Looking at the phenomenon just now with reason again, Gu Mo forced himself to calm down and felt that there seemed to be a more reasonable possibility - if it was all his imagination and imagination just now, maybe he actually paid for it honestly. I paid the money, but in my imagination it was another story.
Just like some mental illnesses, he once saw an example where he was probably too deeply poisoned by paranoia. He held a kitchen knife and insisted that he was the martial arts supreme with a dragon-slaying sword. He firmly believed that he was a master of a generation, capable of wielding both swords. Absolutely...
Perhaps in the eyes of others, this kind of behavior is ridiculous and ridiculous, but the most terrifying thing is...the person involved really feels that way, and believes that his own logic and worldview are correct.
Isn't it similar? In the eyes of others, the psychopath took a knife, and the psychopath also knew that he took a knife, but the latter thought that what he took was actually a dragon-slaying knife... And what is Gu Mo's current situation? It may be that he just paid, but he felt that he completed the payment through a method similar to "system transfer".
So, what is the difference between you and the mentally ill person you once were? It's just that the other party thinks that he is a martial arts master, and he has just begun to doubt that he has some golden fingers...
Well, everything seems to make sense.
After such a profound self-analysis, Gu Mo felt that he gradually understood everything. Is this the world of people with mental problems? He used to feel very confused, but now he finally understands that the world of mental patients is really completely different from what normal people see.
If the world a person sees, hears, and feels is always different from that of normal people, and his cognition is also different from that of normal people, then it is normal to be out of place...
After looking at the people pointing around him, Gu Mo rubbed his cheek and left quickly.
Speaking of which, the doctor once suggested that he see a psychiatrist, but he didn't follow the advice at the time. Probably because he had read too many bad news about mental hospitals, so he was somewhat worried that he would have problems if he was checked out. If it's serious, I'm afraid I'll be sent in...
High walls and electric grid, closed wards, forced sedation, torture and beatings...
And so on, maybe not all situations are so dark, and the current era is not as chaotic as before. But whether it is prejudice or stubbornness, since he has already left such an impression because of the information he received before, Naturally, this possibility is very much rejected.
No, we can't go on like this, we have to save ourselves...
Gu Mo secretly made up his mind. Maybe it was because the cooking just now inspired some positive emotions in him. He was now full of determination and full of action, so he also decided what he had to do...Continuing to see a doctor should help. Not big, but he stayed away from the psychiatric department.
so……
"First adjust your daily routine and ensure your health, and see if you can get better over time. At the same time, you must continue to play the role of a normal person, so as not to be found out about the problem and end up being sent to a mental hospital. "
He made a quick decision and formulated guidelines for future actions.
"In the final analysis, my situation is not serious enough for me to believe it, nor is it like that person who thinks he is a martial arts master. The difference in cognition and behavior is not particularly big, so I should still have a chance. Corrected..."
Well, he feels that his advantages are relatively large, and he is very optimistic.
One minute later.
"Zizi...%￥#@&...Zizi...$#%&@..."
When he returned the same way and walked through the dimly lit alley again, Gu Mo heard the harsh auditory hallucination torture again.
It was as if there was an electric current flowing through the nerves in his brain, making him frown and feel very uncomfortable. This feeling was much worse than the experience of scratching sharp nails on a blackboard.
"What the hell..."
With a low murmur, he walked out of the alley and returned to the soft lights of the snack street in front of the community. Then he felt the harshness and discomfort in his mind recede quickly like a sea wave.
Is there something wrong with this alley? He turned back and looked at the dark alley behind him, looking slightly confused. After all, it was like this when he walked in, and it was still like this when he walked out. Such a coincidence could not help but make him feel strange.
He tilted his head, stretched out his hand to scratch his cheek, and turned to leave.
The snack street here is still busy. According to experience, this situation will continue until one or two in the morning. At that time, people will gradually disperse, and various food stalls and stores will gradually close. This is the rule that Gu Mo has gradually summarized over the past week.
After feeling his stomach, which was only eighty percent full, he walked straight to the nearest food stall.
About five minutes later.
Looking at the barbecue in his hand, Gu Mo had a solemn look on his face and frowned. He knew it would be like this. It was easy to go from simplicity to luxury, but it was difficult to go from luxury to frugality. For the taste of such a delicious impact that he had just tasted, the stimulation threshold was raised to a somewhat exaggerated level in a short period of time.
——So that ordinary food now tastes nothing to him.
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…
Unconsciously, the time came to around seven o'clock in the morning.
Gu Mo just returned to the community. He did not go to the hospital overnight to register. He went to the queue early in the morning to be first in line, but he was not willing to waste the little activity time left in the day.
"Xiao Gu, why did you go out so early in the morning?"
"Director Zhang, good morning."
Looking at the middle-aged woman in the duty room next to him, Gu Mo, who felt a little tired, stretched out his hand to say hello, and then took the initiative to explain: "I didn't go out early in the morning, but I went out at twelve o'clock last night. I just came back now... Well, I found a job, and I will start working the night shift during this time."
He wanted to play the role of a normal person, so considering his current situation, he felt it was necessary to explain it first, so that in the future, he would not be so conspicuous and arouse suspicion when he went out day and night in the future - going out at night to go to bed I work night shift, so I come back to sleep during the day and don’t go out. It makes sense!
"In this way..." Director Zhang nodded, not seeming surprised, but with a slightly hesitant expression: "Did you talk to Old Man Ding when you went out last night?"
Gu Mo's heart suddenly trembled: "Yeah, what's wrong?"
No way? Could it be that he didn't say anything last night, but just acted a little weird, and Old Man Ding was so loud-mouthed, going around saying that he had a problem?
Sure enough, I knew that the loud-voiced old man had bad intentions!
"It's nothing, it's just... you didn't say anything strange when you were talking, right?" Director Zhang hesitated and said this thoughtfully.
Last night, Lao Ding, who was on the night shift, got into trouble. Although he was fine, he was very frightened. When asked what happened, he couldn’t explain clearly. He just kept saying that there was a ghost in the duty room... Anyway, he said it in a serious way. Yes, Director Zhang even felt a little embarrassed.
She checked the surveillance camera early this morning and found that at around twelve o'clock, only Xiao Gu left the community alone. He also talked to Lao Ding for a while. At that time, Lao Ding seemed to have no problem. , and after that, Lao Ding kept sitting in his seat staring at his mobile phone——
He seemed to be acting normally, if it weren't for the fact that he didn't dare to move for the next hour or so.
Of course, nothing could be found just by looking at the surveillance. Director Zhang had no way to promote feudal superstition. He could only ask Gu Mo in a circumstantial way to see if he said something at that time that might have irritated Old Man Ding. .
Did you say something strange? It turns out to be this! Old man Ding must have created rumors about himself like this!
Gu Mo was greatly alert and became more convinced of his guess. At the same time, he frowned and pretended to be confused: "No, I didn't say anything, I just said hello..."
He will never admit it!
And from now on, no matter what weird and crazy thoughts appear again, he must continue to play the role of a normal person!
