Qingye Supernatural Office

I made a simple judgment, but I didn't give up and leave.

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

The clerk put away the smile on his face and looked at us suspiciously.

"When I bought lotus before, I said no, I have to wait for a few days. Do you have any goods here?"

"Pen?" The clerk was still a little skeptical, but the skepticism was not deep, let alone defensive or vigilant.

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

She still wants to do business.

I glanced at the thin man.

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

I added, "That's the one."

The clerk's expression eased again, "This is a special order. Have you ordered from that store before?"

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

The clerk looked at us, suspicious again.

"No. He said it would take a few days and we left," I replied.

"Then you need to place an order first. I can place an order for you here." The clerk tapped on the computer a few more times, "If you want to keep the goods, you have to pay a deposit. If you don't want to keep the goods, just report your mobile phone number. Yes. It is best to register as our member, and there will be an arrival notification, which is very convenient.”

She is like a competent salesperson, doing her job seriously.

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

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

I glanced at the thin man.

"Well, I'm sorry to trouble you." The thin man replied stiffly.

I already understood the current situation, reported my mobile phone number to the clerk, and after she finished booking and thanked her, I dragged the thin man away.

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 was still stiff, and even shaking his head was very unnatural.

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

"It's impossible to have more than one... There can only be one." The thin man said, "That's the version of the story I heard. At that time..."

fake.

The so-called cursed fountain pens are mass-produced fakes.

But the thin man did hear that the voice should be real.

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

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

The thin man was a little incoherent, and told all the previous discoveries.

"Do you remember the female ghost of the courier?" I asked the thin man.

The thin man didn't answer, but his face was pale.

I pulled the thin man and continued to move forward.

According to my memory when I was studying, I walked in the streets that I have walked countless times.

When you come 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 watched the shops carefully, focusing on the food and the kitchen.

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

Going forward and turning a corner, you can see the supermarket and express station.

There is no problem with these places either.

There are many students on the road, walking, cycling...

As I progressed, the number of students on the road decreased.After walking out of those shopping streets, the school's teaching buildings are getting closer and closer, and the east gate is close in front of you. You 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 seeing his expression, I knew he had thought of what I was thinking.

"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 it took us a while to arrive at Minqing University of Foreign Studies.

There have been supernatural events here.This is where Qingye came into contact with Yao Nie's anonymous website curse and the haunted student dormitory.

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 Dreamweaver's shop was hung was quickly found.

The thin man and I pushed the door open.

In the store, there were two boys walking around the shelves, picking up strangely shaped products on the shelves from time to time, and talking about something with a smile.

The internal structure of this small store is almost exactly the same as that of the previous one, and the products on the shelves are also similar with minor differences.

We went directly to the clerk and explained our purpose.

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

It wasn't until I said that I wanted to buy Baron George Jr.'s pen that the other party's attitude changed.

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

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

I can see them looking curiously at the monitor screen next to the counter, listening to our conversation.

The clerk didn't care about this, and his attitude softened after hearing what I said.

The young clerk was obviously not that alert.

"It's not open. Maybe it's going to be rectified. There are a lot of things this year. Before the food safety was rectified, many restaurants here are closed. The city appearance needs to be rectified. Small shops like ours will not be easy to open in the future." He complained naturally, "Wait a minute. I don't know if that pen is in stock..."

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

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

The two boys are ordinary people, but their curiosity seems to surpass ordinary people.

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

"Buy a pen." Another boy answered the question for his companion when he got stuck.

They made no secret of their curiosity.

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

"Why can they buy it but we can't?" the gray down jacket said unconvinced.

Another chimed in.

The clerk was very impatient, "We are going to close for a rest. What do you want to buy, come back tomorrow?"

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

"What's in the pen?"

The two speculated recklessly, talking nonsense, and saying whatever came to mind.

The clerk was a little overwhelmed and could only stare at the two of them angrily.

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

"If you don't leave, we can call the police. When the police come, let's clarify the matter together." I said to the two boys, "I don't care. You are foreign language students, right? The police should notify your school directly and explain clearly. This thing."

The thin man continued, "Are you freshmen or veterans? Has any student reported to the police this year? You won't be the first, right?"

The two boys laughed.

"Scare people? You have the ability to call the police?"

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

Of the five people present, only the young clerk panicked.