Aoba Office

I made a simple judgment, but I didn't give up on leaving.

I asked the clerk, "We came here today to buy pens."

The smile on the clerk's face dropped and he looked at us suspiciously.

"When I bought Lotus before, I was told that it was not available and I would have to wait for a few days. Do you have it here?"

"Fountain pen?" The clerk was still a little suspicious, but the suspicion was not deep, let alone defensive or vigilant.

I guess she may have regarded us as reporters. Although she doubted our identities and thought there was something wrong with us coming to the store to inquire about various situations, she would not resist.

She still wants to do business.

I glanced at the thin man.

The thin man reacted immediately, "Little Baron George's pen."

I added: “That’s the one.”

The clerk's expression softened again, "This needs to be specially ordered. Have you ordered from that store before?"

Neither I nor the thin man answered, and fell into a short silence.

The clerk looked at us, doubtful again.

"No. He said it would take a few days for the goods to arrive, so we left." I replied.

"Then you need to place an order first. I can help you place an order here." The clerk typed a few more times on the computer. "If you want to reserve the goods, you have to pay a deposit. If you don't want to reserve the goods, you just need to provide your mobile phone number. It’s better to register as a member and you’ll be notified of arrival, which is very convenient.”

She is like a competent salesperson who does her job seriously.

"How many?" I didn't answer and asked this question instead.

"Let me check it for you." The clerk looked at the computer screen, then at me and the thin man, "There's only one."

I glanced at the thin man.

"Well, please," the thin man replied stiffly.

I already understood the current situation and gave the clerk my mobile phone number. After she finished the reservation and thanked her, I took the thin man and left.

When the thin man walked outside the store, he was still stiff.

"There shouldn't be many pens, right?" I asked the thin man.

The thin man's body was still stiff, and even the movements of his head were very unnatural.

"What's the approximate number?" I continued to ask.

"There can't be more than one... there can only be one." The thin man said, "That's the version of the story I heard. What I heard at that time..."

Fake.

The so-called cursed pen is basically a mass-produced fake.

But the thin man did hear the sound and it should be real.

"You made those things real," I said to the thin man.

The thin man turned to look at me and stopped, "Brother Qi, I bought things here for nothing when I was in college. At that time, something was not right... It was still a chain store, opened overseas, and there was a big one storehouse……"

The thin man was a little incoherent and recounted all his previous findings.

"Do you remember the female ghost who delivered the goods?" I asked the thin man.

The thin man didn't answer, but looked pale.

I pulled the thin man and continued walking forward.

According to my memory when I was studying, I walked on the streets that I had walked through countless times before.

Coming out of the small commodity street, you can see the snack market, and there are also small restaurants and snack bars along the street.

I looked carefully at the shops, focusing on the food and the kitchen.

I used Nangong Yao's ability, but I could only see the chains on ordinary people.

If you go further and turn a corner, you will see a supermarket and express delivery station.

There is no problem in these places either.

There are many students on the road, walking, riding bicycles...

As I progressed, there were fewer students on the road. After walking out of those shopping streets, the school's teaching building is getting closer and closer. The east gate is right in front of us. We can see students coming in and out, but the school gate is not crowded.

After walking for a while, we arrived at the subway station.

"Brother Qi..." The thin man called me weakly.

I looked back at him and from the look on his face, I knew he had thought about what I was thinking.

"Let's go to the University of Foreign Studies." I said to the thin man.

The clerk just now said that there is also a branch near the University of Foreign Studies.

We took the subway, changed trains, and spent some time before we arrived at Minkyung University of Foreign Studies.

There have been supernatural events here. The incident that brought Qingye into contact with Yao Nie's anonymous website curse and the haunting of the student dormitory happened here.

The thin man and I did not enter the school, but searched nearby. We didn’t use navigation software, but just followed a few students. After a while, we found the snack street and shopping street near the school.

The shop where the photo of Dream Weaver's shop was hung was quickly found.

The thin man and I pushed open the door and entered.

There were two boys in the store walking around the shelves, picking up the strange-looking products on the shelves and saying something with a smile.

The internal structure of this store is almost identical to the previous one, and the products on the shelves are also similar.

We went directly to the store clerk and explained our purpose.

The same thing as before, the other party pretended to be stupid and didn't admit that there was an inside story at all.

Only when I said that I wanted to buy Baron George Jr.'s pen did the other person's attitude change.

"...We had been shopping at the store next to the University of Political Science and Law. It has not been open for the past two days." I lied.

The two boys in the store haven't left yet.

I could see them looking over curiously on the surveillance screen next to the counter, listening in on our conversation.

The clerk didn't pay attention to this, but after hearing what I said, his attitude softened even more.

The young clerk obviously didn't have that much vigilance.

"It's not open. Maybe it's due to renovations. There are a lot of things going on this year. Previously, food safety was rectified, and many restaurants here were closed. We also need to rectify the city appearance. It will be difficult for small shops like ours to open in the future." He complained naturally, "Just wait a moment. I don't know if that pen is in stock..."

As he said that, he looked at the two boys who were still in the store.

"What do you want to buy?" The clerk showed a subtle attitude of chasing away customers.

Both boys are ordinary people, but their curiosity seems to go beyond ordinary people.

One of them wearing a gray down jacket said immediately: "We want to buy that too..."

"Buy a pen." Another boy helped answer the call when his companion was stuck.

None of them hide their curiosity.

"Hey, you don't know what it is, so you just buy, buy, buy. I have to entertain guests here. How about you come back later?"

"Why can they buy it but we can't?" Gray Down Jacket said unconvinced.

Another cheered.

The clerk was very impatient and said, "We are going to close for a break. What do you want to buy? Come back tomorrow?"

"What are you doing? Driving people away? Did you buy something illegal?"

"Is there something in the pen?"

The two of them speculated unscrupulously, talked freely, and said whatever came to mind.

The clerk was at a loss and could only glare at the two of them angrily.

This clerk is just an ordinary person, and he has no experience of killing anyone. It seems that he is not very good at dealing with such difficult customers.

"If you don't leave, we can call the police. When the police arrive, let's explain the matter clearly together." I said to the two boys, "I don't care. Are you foreign language students? The police should directly notify your school and make it clear. This matter."

The thin man then said, "Are you freshmen or old students? Have any students in this year called the police? You wouldn't be the first one, right?"

The two boys laughed.

"Are you trying to scare people? If you have the ability, why don't you call the police?"

Without saying anything, I took out my phone and called the police in front of them.

Of the five people present, only the young clerk was frightened and panicked.