"Abba!"
A little old man dressed in empty monk robes was climbing on the seat back of the cab, pointing towards the front of the car.
He did feel the aura of Kaitan getting closer and closer.
Kamiyagawa kept passing on the navigation instructions of his scouts to the exorcists in the car.
As the commercial vehicle drove forward, the lights on the street gradually became dim and silent, and the entire block became empty and lonely.
All that could be heard was the low barking of dogs, and the whimpering of an unknown house next to the street, echoing in the darkness of the night.
"Stop here," Kamiya said.
The business car stopped slowly, and the little old man jumped out of the car first.
The night wind blew by, shaking the leaves of the street trees and rustling. The sound became clearer and brighter, highlighting the loneliness and desolation.
Everything is so quiet that people dare not breathe. It's like a forbidden area in the city. The lonely atmosphere seems to occupy every corner and every detail, slowing down the rhythm of this neighborhood and even making people feel a little trance-like, as if they are in another world.
The five people followed the little old man in front and continued walking forward.
In such an environment, the streets that were originally quite lively during the day seemed to have lost their souls. No other sound could be heard except the sound of the night wind.
keep going.
Slowly, even the sound of the wind stopped, and the street lights on both sides dimmed one by one.
The entire neighborhood seemed to have become a huge dark void, with no sound and dim light. Any sound or light seemed particularly precious.
"Abba!"
The little old man turned the corner and led everyone into an alley.
In the crowded longhouse renovated building, on both sides of the passage that only allows one person to pass, there are unlit signboards and closed doors. The restaurants in the alleys are all closed at this time.
Walking quickly in this alley, Kamiyakawa could already feel something was wrong, and his pupils had already condensed slightly.
Everyone walked for a while, and felt that the surrounding environment was getting darker and darker. For a moment, they couldn't tell where they were. Suddenly, a big red lantern appeared in front of them, with the words "Twenty-eight, Hand-cut Noodles, Udon Noodles" written on it. .
Just like the Edo period four hundred years ago, the red lantern in front of the door represents what the store owner did not say: "Passers-by, why don't you come in and have a drink?"
At this time, even Kanazawa and the others could feel something was wrong.
That's right, the big lantern lit in the dark area ahead is emitting the aura of ghost stories!
Lamp without buckwheat.
This kind of weird story really exists in Sumida Ward!
After taking a few steps forward, you can see what's behind the lantern under the red light.
It was a wooden longhouse shop with Edo architectural style, but it didn't look out of place in this alley.
The low-rise buildings surrounding the soba shop gave the impression of being unsteady. This gives the small soba shop that is still in operation, although it is crowded among the buildings, a sense of independence in the wilderness.
"Thanks for your hard work."
Kamiya River calls back the little old man.
My scouts did a good job tonight as always.
I found the location of Denmo Soba very smoothly, which was very satisfying to me.
Kamiya kept his pupils slightly condensed and looked forward. He noticed that the mobile phone in his pocket did not vibrate after Tomo Soba appeared.
This situation has been encountered before.
Like when I saw Kisaragi Station in Aokigahara before, "Kaidan Monogatari" did not give any Kaidan rating information.
It is speculated that Denmo Soba, like Kisaragi Station, is not a "living" ghost story with "life", but a simple supernatural building.
"What to do now?"
Outside the soba shop, Kamiyagawa asked Kanazawa in a low voice.
The big red lantern swaying in front of the door has an indescribable allure, making people feel hungry out of thin air, attracting everyone to walk in involuntarily.
However, a few exorcists could barely resist this temptation.
From Kamiya's point of view, now that Tomo Soba has been found, there are only two things that can be done next.
Either go inside and take a look, or just go outside and try to dismantle this supernatural building.
"Mr. Tsukada and the other victims are probably still in this soba shop. Maybe we should go in and take a look first." Master Kanazawa thought for a while and said.
He is considered a more responsible spirit remover, and he will always consider the situation of the person who collides with the spirit.
"Okay." Kamiya nodded.
"Xiaodama, Hirota, follow me in. Kawasaki, you and Kamiya stay outside. If the missing person comes out of the store, or feels that we have launched an attack on Tono Soba from inside, please take care of it outside and do it. The inside should be in harmony with the outside.”
As the person in charge of this operation, Master Kanazawa quickly arranged the next action plan.
Kamiya, who came to participate in the spirit removal as a foreign aid and was very powerful, was left outside by him.
Kamiyagawa himself has no objections to this.
The five people discussed in the alley for a while, plotting quietly outside Dengwu Buckwheat. After that, Kanazawa led two spirit exterminators and walked towards the door of the shop where the red lantern was swaying and the interior lights were bright.
"Be careful. If something goes wrong, I will try to demolish this strange building from the outside."
Kamiyagawa said this to Kanazawa and the others.
…
Kamitani and the young countermeasures room operator named Kawasaki waited in the alley for a while.
The small noodle shop with strong Edo style still looks quiet and warm from the outside.
"Kamiya-kun, Master Kanazawa, and the others, will everything be okay?"
Kawasaki was the only woman among the five participants tonight, and it seemed like she was worried about the safety of her companions.
"Probably not." Kamiya shook his head.
He had just quietly asked Zashiki to predict the "good or bad fortune" of tonight's operation.
Fu Bao's answer was that there was no omen of danger.
And judging from the existing information about the Tono Soba shop in Sumida Ward, although people who enter this shop will disappear for a short time, they should not enter the other world of Kamiyaku.
The current social relationships between the three parties who have been found still exist, and they have not been forgotten by anyone.
As long as you don't hide yourself, everything else is easy to talk about.
Moreover, according to other information currently known by Kamiya, Denmo Soba should be the same as Kisaragi Station. There are no "life characteristics" in it. There is a high probability that the store has its own set of supernatural rules.
The worst outcome is that Kanazawa and the three of them disappear for a week or a month, and then reappear on the streets of Sumida District late at night.
However, Master Kanazawa and the others are spiritual masters after all, and they are different from ordinary people.
In addition, there is Kamiyagawa outside to support.
Anyway, according to Kamiya and Kanazawa's experience in expelling ghosts, something is slightly wrong. Calling Mary to forcefully demolish this illegal building from the outside should be able to completely break the rules inside Tono Soba, thus preventing Kanazawa and others from getting lost. In the light without buckwheat.
Waited a few more minutes.
The small wooden door without buckwheat was pushed open, and three people walked out.
It’s not Kanazawa and the others, they are all strangers.
One of them is a middle-aged man wearing a suit and tie, with a slightly cold and serious appearance.
Kamiyagawa had seen this person’s photo in Tomu Soba’s archives before——
Mr. Tsukada Satake, the head of Tokuma Studio.
"Rescued so quickly and smoothly?"
Kamiya and Kawasaki were both slightly surprised.
When Mr. Tsukada Satake walked out of Tono Soba, he had a calm and contented look on his face. He couldn't see any fear or even feel any pressure. He looked extremely relaxed and even a little detached.
But the three of them took a few steps outside, as if they had realized something.
Some people took out their mobile phones, while others looked around at a loss. Their relaxed and cheerful expressions disappeared, and they all became hesitant.
"No...no, no!" Mr. Tsukada's voice was low and painful, and he turned his head sharply.
The actions of the three parties involved were surprisingly consistent, and they all wanted to rush back to the Denmu Soba shop.
However, from their perspective, the warm and peaceful shop behind them had disappeared without a trace.
"Everyone, calm down! You are saved!"
The three parties involved were quickly controlled by Kamiya and Miss Kawasaki who rushed up.
"No, it shouldn't be like this! The outside world...is terrible! Let me go back, I want to go back!"
They seemed to be having a withdrawal reaction, with painful voices and ferocious expressions, struggling desperately.
Kamitani couldn't understand why these three people became like this.
In addition, as the person with the strongest perception and spiritual vision among all people at present, he can still feel the existence of Dengwu Buckwheat. However, the swaying red lantern at the entrance of the store has begun to become illusory, and the entire store has slowly become ethereal.
Lightless buckwheat is disappearing!
It's escaping from here!
Kamiyagawa quickly threw the two victims behind him and stepped forward.
"Mary!"
Mr. Tsukada Satake, who was thrown behind him, was curled up in pain. The cold, serious and leader-like demeanor was completely gone. Instead, he was like a pet dog that suddenly realized he was homeless, wailing continuously.
"No, go back, I want to go back... Please, let me go back, just go back there..."
…
Tsukada Satake’s experience begins a week ago——
It was an ordinary night, as usual.
In Tokuma's studio, Tsukada was lecturing several subordinates.
"Asshole! Why did the coloring here go wrong! The day after tomorrow is the deadline, you losers!"
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Mr. Tsukada! Change it now, change it now!"
Tsukada Satake is the head of the entire studio and is also a cartoonist. He also personally serves as the director of two animated films produced by the studio.
He is a hands-on leader who is also strict in nature.
He is very strict with his subordinates and himself.
And the manga he was getting angry about, the coloring situation of which made him extremely dissatisfied, was a young boy manga that their studio had recently launched.
The deadline for submission and publication is very close.
After Tsukada reprimanded his subordinates, he did not leave the studio. Instead, he stayed with them and stayed up late revising the manuscript together.
The clock on the studio wall ticked.
Several cups of coffee were refilled, and more and more ashtrays and cigarette butts were piling up in the ashtray.
I kept revising the draft until 2 o'clock in the morning, and the work was finally completed.
The two subordinates who made mistakes gathered the drawings again and presented them to Mr. Tsukada. After getting a satisfactory answer from him, I was finally granted amnesty.
At 2:30, Tokuma Studio finally turned off the lights and closed its doors.
Mr. Tsukada was driving on his way home.
Because he often stayed up late recently, his mental state was very bad, his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes that would not go away, and he often had migraines.
But even so, Tsukada still couldn't let go of work on his way to get off work.
Thinking about the recent company business and the manuscript for the next issue. Moreover, the studio's other animated film project was also approved two months ago, and there are still a lot of troublesome things waiting for him to do and deal with.
The studio is currently on the rise and has great momentum.
You must operate carefully and carefully, and you must not make any mistakes.
There is a red light ahead.
Tsukada stopped the car, his mind was confused and his ears were ringing.
He lit himself another cigarette.
It was obviously late at night, but the red light at this intersection seemed a bit long for some reason.
In the blur of cigarette smoke, Tsukada looked to the side of the street. There is a small shop there with lights still on, with retro decoration and warm lighting.
The red lantern at the entrance of the store swayed in the calm night wind.
It says, "Twenty-eight, hand-cut noodles, udon noodles."
"When did the noodle shop open? It's still open so late."
Tsukada thought so.
Looking at the lantern in the noodle shop, he suddenly felt hungry.
It seems that I have been busy all day today and have not had a good meal.
"Eat something and then go home and sleep. There are still a lot of things to do tomorrow."
When the light turned green, Tsukada Satake did not rush to drive away, but stopped directly on the side of the road.
He put out his half-burned cigarette and walked into the soba shop.
jingle--
The wooden door was pushed open.
The old-fashioned doorbell jingled on the door.
The store is not too big, with wooden decorations and original wooden tables and chairs. The light is soft and dim, and the layout is clean and tidy. There are some Ukiyo-e paintings hanging on the walls, which are quite charming.
The noodle shop's kitchen is open and surrounded by a wooden bar, so you can directly see the chef making food.
"welcome."
At the door, four waiters lined up, bowing respectfully towards Tsukada who walked in with a happy expression.
"Obviously it's a small shop, but the battle is surprisingly large. And it's so late, these people are really energetic."
Tsukada thought this way and directly chose to sit down at the bar.
The chef in this shop is a very friendly middle-aged man, neatly dressed in an apron and chef's hat.
He stood in the open kitchen and smiled at Tsukada Satake: "What can the guests have?"
"Uh, let me take a look at the menu."
The middle-aged chef still smiled, and the warm yellow light from the ceiling fell on his white uniform. He spoke, word by word:
"The complicated worldly affairs make people distressed. Guest, would you like some simple soba noodles?"
(End of chapter)
