411 Guest, would you like some simple soba noodles?
Mr. Tsukada Satake began to adapt to life in Adenashi Soba.
In fact, life here is pretty good.
Just do your own thing step by step like everyone else every day, and just practice how to make a buckwheat noodle with the "original taste".
After letting go of those things in the studio, he felt relaxed and relieved. He no longer had to think about business, no longer had to worry about the details of comics, and no longer had to worry about sales.
Eat regularly and get enough sleep.
The bloodshot eyes that had persisted for a long time were no longer visible. Gradually, the migraines and tinnitus no longer disappeared.
It's very easy to get a sense of satisfaction in Deng Wu Soba.
Every time a new guest comes, an old member will leave.
His ranking in the store will rise without any surprises. There will be no infighting among "colleagues" and everyone will be harmonious.
Half a year has passed in a flash.
Tsukada Satake, who had cleansed his body and mind in Tono Soba, felt that he had really found his "self".
Then one day.
The Denmo Soba shop welcomed another customer.
The shop door opened and the bell rang.
You can see that the customers who walked into the store are the same as Tsukada Satake, with the same suits and leather shoes, the same tired face, and dull eyes. They form a distinct impression with the other companions in the store who are full of energy and are always content.
Compared.
Mr. Tsukada really saw his former self in that man.
"Guest, how long has it been since you calmed down and tasted the true taste of food?"
"Guest, you will also find yourself here, just like me."
Mr. Izawa, who made the soba noodles this time, could leave after he carefully finished making the noodles.
After seeing Ize off, the new man in a suit finally started to get angry: "Hey! Why can't the door suddenly open? What are you freaks doing!?"
Wow.
Tsukada Satake and others took a step forward.
The movements are uniform.
"If it is overheated or cooked for a long time, it will become loose and soft, and the original flavor will be lost."
"Relax a little. You also need to soak in cold water for a while to find your own resilience."
Tsukada Satake: "Clean yourself well and wash away those useless impurities, then you will become clear and clean, and return to your original nature."
From slandering the clerk at the beginning, to understanding the clerk later, and now becoming a clerk.
Mr. Tsukada finally became exactly like everyone else.
But what's wrong with this?
What's wrong with being able to throw away distracting thoughts and find the simplest satisfaction and happiness here?
…
After that, life in Dengwu Buckwheat was as peaceful as usual, and several months passed without any disturbance.
One night after that.
Three customers with tired faces suddenly came to the store, led by a young man in casual clothes.
Because there are more new customers than before, Tsukada Satake, who is ranked third, also needs to cook noodles for the guests this time.
But this didn't bother him.
Tsukada has practiced how to make soba noodles with the "original taste" many times.
Wearing full chef attire, he started making the food religiously and seriously.
"The water temperature must be appropriate and the cooking time must be appropriate. If it is overheated or cooked for a long time, the buckwheat noodles will also become distressed. The more distress accumulates, the noodles will become loose and soft, thus losing their original flavor..."
Tsukada, like his predecessors who have left, explains food and the principles of life to his descendants and diners.
After the soba noodles were cooked, he turned around and went behind the closed door of the store, silently changing into his original clothes.
It's time to leave...
When I first came here, I couldn't wait to get out.
And when he could really leave now, he didn't feel so happy in his heart.
Can life in the complicated world outside really be happier than inside a soba noodle shop?
Tsukada couldn't tell.
Squeak——
The wooden door was pushed open.
This time, there was no resistance.
The scene outside was blurry, and there was some unknown vast world surging around.
The lights in the store are bright and warm, everything is business as usual, and it is extremely clear. There are traces of everything and simple rules to follow.
Tsukada turned back to the juniors and the three diners who didn't know what was going on, nodded, and then walked out with his two other companions.
The moment he stepped out the door, the scenery outside became clear.
Tsukada Satake appeared in a small alley in Sumida District.
"Things in the studio..."
Mr. Tsukada breathed the fresh and free air and began to think of the past again.
More than half a year has passed since he entered Dengwu Buckwheat.
Maybe the studio has closed down a long time ago?
It may still be operating for some reason, but the owner must have changed.
In short, you don’t need to worry about it anymore, right?
Tsukada Satake thought so.
At this time, the mobile phone in his pocket began to vibrate violently.
Buzzing.
Buzzing.
Tsukada took out his phone and saw countless notifications popping up one after another like dense snowflakes.
[7 days ago: Mr. Tsukada, the manga drawing has been completed. Do you want to take a look?]
[7 days ago: Mr. Tsukada, I can’t contact you. What happened?]
[6 days ago: Mr. Tsukada, the animation production team needs you, please come back soon.]
Those red communication messages seemed to be squeezed out of the screen and swallowed up Tsukada who was at a loss.
"Why? I obviously..."
I've obviously been away for more than half a year.
Why are the complicated matters that he had to deal with during that time before entering Denmu Soba's shop still chasing him?
Tsukada Satake suddenly felt suffocated and his world was spinning.
"No, you can't leave like this."
Not sure why.
Totally unable to adapt.
Obviously, I have made up my mind to live a simple life and find my true self when I return to the crowded society.
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Tsukada didn't know what to do. After staying in Denmo Soba for more than half a year, he instinctively became dependent on the comfortable and simple environment. He suddenly turned around: "Go back! I want to go back!"
"Everyone, calm down! You have been saved!"
Tsukada heard someone shouting at him, and someone grabbed his wrist and pulled him away.
Boom.
Tsukada fell to the ground.
The phone he was holding tightly in his hand was still vibrating annoyingly. He looked blankly at the unfamiliar environment around him, feeling uneasy and afraid for no reason, so his expression was distorted and his voice was trembling:
"No, it shouldn't be like this! The outside world...is terrible! Let me go back, I want to go back!"
…
"Mary!"
Kamiyagawa stepped forward quickly, pulled out Ichimonji, and summoned Mary.
In the almost disappearing lampless buckwheat, he felt the breath of Buddhist mantra vibrating.
It seems that Kanazawa and the others who entered it are trying to attack this strange building from the inside.
Before Kanazawa Xingluo and others entered Denmu Soba, everyone had discussed it.
If they feel that insiders are trying to attack, it means that Kanazawa and the others who are deep inside have already judged that this building can be demolished!
At this time, Kamiyagawa will quickly provide support.
If they are slow, Kanazawa and the others will probably be packed away by Tomo Soba!
Ta-ta-ta.
The sound of hard high heels stepping on the ground was heard.
"In front of you."
Mary's red and black dress swayed out of a thick red mist. The red lantern at the entrance of the No-Light Buckwheat Shop was above her head, and the light emitted faintly shrouded Mary's thin veil and dignifiedly coiled hair.
Red always goes well with her.
Bang!
The heavy machete swung out and hit the door panel of Dengwu Buckwheat hard.
This slash sent sawdust flying everywhere, and most of the soba shop's facade collapsed.
The attack works.
Kamiya felt more confident, he could already feel the auras of Kanazawa and others reappearing in reality, so he cooperated and pulled out the sword and slashed forward.
As the lampless buckwheat building began to collapse, Sanskrit chants could be heard constantly coming from inside.
And screaming in panic——
"Damn, what are you doing!?"
"You're going to ruin this place!"
"Stop it, stop it quickly!"
"..."
Rumble——
The wooden longhouse continued to collapse, sending debris and dust flying.
The big red signboard lantern fell to the damp alley with a clatter. The scattered candlelight ignited the lampshade, and the writing on it became blurred and blurred in the firelight.
“Twenty-eight, hand-cut noodles, udon noodles”
A strange architectural tale with no "signs of life" like Atomo Soba still doesn't look good enough when faced with the brute force of Aragami Marie.
After three times five times two, most of it was demolished.
Mary seemed very excited to be able to dismantle and destroy the whole building that was originally intact in such a wanton way.
When Denmo Soba collapsed completely, Kanazawa Xingluo and the other two people got out of it in disgrace.
They also brought out six strangers dressed in white uniforms, with confused, sad and heartbroken expressions on their faces.
"What have you done, what have you done? How could you destroy it?"
only.
The people in white uniforms who were rescued didn't seem to be grateful to the exorcists.
…
Tonight's operation seemed quite smooth because of Kamiyagawa's participation.
Subsequently, of course, the personnel from the Countermeasures Room arrived, preparing to take away the nine people who had escaped from Tono Soba, and briefly blocked off this alley area in Sumida District.
Street in the early morning.
Kamiyakawa, who had nothing to do, crossed his arms on his chest and leaned against the entrance of the street, watching the police sirens on the street flashing red and blue lights, watching the countermeasures personnel coming and going, and mentally calculating what would happen tonight.
Gains and losses:
"The strange story is that after the building was demolished, there were no soul crystals or materials...but the countermeasures room should give me a certain amount of compensation based on my support performance, right?"
It's still the same as before, no profit or loss.
What were the resources at hand before I came out, and what are they still like now? Didn’t I go out for nothing?
After that, you have to think carefully about how to polish the action report you submit in order to regain blood.
"God Valley."
After a while, Master Kanazawa, who had finished explaining the situation to other colleagues, came over. He was still a little embarrassed at the moment: "Thank you for your timely intervention outside. Without your support tonight, I might have to stay in Denmo Soba
I’m going to be the Buckwheat Immortal.”
"Is it that exaggerated?" Kamiya, who had been leaning against the wall, straightened up, "By the way, what's it like in Denmu Soba?"
"It's very ordinary, but how should I put it, it has a warm feeling." Kanazawa Xingluo scratched his head, "And it is filled with a strange atmosphere and power, which may affect people's hearts subtly. In addition, staying inside will also make you feel the passage of time.
It’s different from outside.”
From Kamiya's point of view, Kanazawa and the others only stayed in Tono Soba for about ten minutes tonight.
But from Kanazawa's point of view, they had actually been inside for several hours.
"So, if you really stay in Denmo Buckwheat for a week or even a month in real time, you might be like the other parties after you come out?"
"Probably. If time passes, I'm not sure I can resist the influence of that kind of power."
"What about now? You may have been a little affected by that power since you ate the soba noodles from Tono Soba."
"Well……"
"However, as a disciple of Buddhism, you should have done some practice to get rid of material desires. And then you are the leading disciple of Honganji Temple. You have never had such an opportunity before. Maybe it would be a good thing to be affected a little?"
Because he was familiar with Kanazawa, Kamiya was able to joke with him without presumptuousness.
"Don't say that. Don't look at me like this. I usually practice."
"Ah, no respect, no respect."
Kamiya was talking to Kanazawa. At a certain moment, his black pupils suddenly condensed slightly. He looked past the monk Jinze in front of him and saw Mr. Tsukada Satake, who was wearing a blanket and being taken away by the police from a distance.
Got into the police car.
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How much impact will it have? Moreover, he probably won’t regard me as the benefactor who saved him now... It’s difficult to deal with.”
Kamiya felt that he should see this gentleman again later.
At least through him, I can formally contact Tokyo's cultural industry circle and get online smoothly, even if this operation is not in vain.
Because Kanazawa has entered Tono Soba, eaten the soba noodles there, and listened to the chicken soup for the soul taught by the people involved, I have a rough idea of the process inside, and I can also make a rough guess about what will happen next.
Through his dictation, Kamiya also learned more about this special ghost story in Sumida District.
Generally speaking, the situation of lampless buckwheat attracts people who are tired from work until late at night and traps them in the store.
And the store's set of ideas of "abandoning distracting thoughts and finding the true self" was subtly instilled into the minds of the clients.
Perhaps it is really easy for people to go to two extremes.
These workaholics, who were originally very ambitious, once accepted this concept, they were as convinced as converts and could not extricate themselves.
Maybe these people who are trapped in the lightless buckwheat will really start to enjoy a life with extremely low material desires and a simple, fulfilling and satisfying life.
It has turned into the shape of a lampless buckwheat.
"...It's really a weird story that's hard to evaluate."
"Agree."
Kamiya and Kanazawa sighed at each other.
Then, Kamiyakawa raised his head and looked at the midnight sky over the city. Dark clouds crowded on the roofs of high-rise buildings, making it gloomy and depressing, so gray that no light could be seen.
In Japan during the Reiwa era, people who were already lying flat were really lying down, but those who were still curling up were also really curling up.
Take Kamiya’s own experience of going to school as an example.
Japan itself is a developed country. It has been out of poverty for many years, so compulsory education is definitely not included. It can be romantic, and classes end at 2:30 in the afternoon. Elementary education is all about coaxing children to play. If you want to lie down like this, that's fine, but
Japan's elite don't like this.
Children of elites have to take various extracurricular tutoring courses since childhood.
Japan's extracurricular tutoring has formed a very complete industrial chain, and the goal is to accurately export it to high-quality junior high schools, high schools and universities. It is very difficult for students outside this rule to get in.
Not to mention others, Onizuka Miko is a living example of elite education.
The social environment has been like this since we were children. When we reach adulthood and enter the workplace, the situation will naturally be no less favorable.
"Sorry, sir. There was an accident ahead and we are no longer allowed to pass. Please take a detour."
Outside the cordon set up by the countermeasures room.
A pedestrian wearing a suit and carrying a briefcase was stopped by the police.
He was obviously a workhorse who had just gotten off work. His face showed deep fatigue and numbness. He just glanced at the cordon without saying anything, nodded and turned around to leave.
Only under the reflection of the street lights at night, there is a blurry shadow that becomes longer and longer, shaky.
And the time now is already three o'clock in the morning.
In this world, ghost stories will never die, but may reappear in another form.
As long as the "Seven Mysteries of Honjo" are still being circulated, as long as Japanese society is still in a high-pressure state, there will still be people who have no love in their lives and work overtime until late at night.
Then one day -
Perhaps in some street corner in Tokyo, Osaka, or Nagoya, the signboard lantern with the words "28, Hand-cut Noodles, Udon" will once again sway out of the blurry night.
When you walk into the store, you will see warm yellow lights.
You will meet a somewhat eccentric chef who makes chicken soup out of nowhere, and he will serve a cold buckwheat noodles with a friendly smile on his face:
"The complicated worldly affairs make people distressed. Guest, how about a simple soba noodles?"
