absurd deduction game.

Chapter 469 Crowne Wants To Be Happy

Crone is the owner of a grocery store. Although his store is not big, it is very popular with the poor in the nearby neighborhoods.

Since there is a bakery next to it, and black bread is the staple food of poor people, there will always be people who stop by his grocery store after buying bread—even if the level of machinery manufacturing has been getting higher and higher, for people in poor neighborhoods , Those things are still out of reach, no money to go to school, no relevant training, they still can only do the most low-level jobs.

Day after day, year after year, generation after generation, the poverty that cannot be seen is inherited.

Kraun feels that such a life is not bad, at least his life is much better than those of the lower class, and he has his own shop, compared with it, the daily purchase and boring care become so insignificant .

Having lived here for many years, Klauen can know who comes every day, and what kind of small toys the children like to buy in the store.

To be honest, sometimes sitting behind the small counter and looking at the acquaintances who pass by the shop in simple clothes makes him feel endlessly boring.

How annoying, he thought.

Look at the lives of those rich people, why are those rich children destined to inherit a large amount of wealth from birth?

Look at those nobles again, oh my god, as long as those nobles donate a little bit of wealth that they usually don't care about, it will be enough to feed the people in the poor areas for more than ten years.

It is also enough to buy several grocery stores like him.

He was in his late twenties and still unmarried because every single woman he could get his hands on irritated him—especially after he had glimpsed aristocratic ladies in gorgeous gowns.

Life is really hopeless, and there are no waves. He will probably continue to live in such a boring way, occasionally finding a lowly street girl to have fun for a night, and then staring at the same boring things in the store all day. .

Crohn was irritable and dissatisfied.

When did things start to change?
He couldn't remember clearly, but he had a vague impression that it seemed that on a snowy day, he just opened the door of the store to open for business, and the first customer of the day came to the door.

It was a tightly wrapped woman, not only covered in a dark robe, but even covered her face with a face scarf. Crohn looked at her, wondering if this woman had some kind of infectious disease.

The woman, with a hoarse voice, bought him a roll of bandages and a pair of scissors that were mostly used only for cutting fabric.

With awe of the infectious disease in his heart, Crone quickly completed the deal, watching the back of this strange woman disappear behind the corner of the other side of the wall.

Soon, the second guest came.

Crohn knew her, a resident of the townhouses in the Dandelion Block, a washerwoman with three daughters, whose husband, it was heard, had been beaten to death for owed money in gambling, After that, the woman moved out of her original residence and came here, immersed in a huge workload every day. Fortunately, her three daughters have grown up and can help her share some cleaning work.

Time has left irreversible marks on a woman's ordinary face, but for Crohn, this face has become the most unforgettable face in his long years.

ugly.

Nausea.

fear.

"Please give me a roll of bandages..." The woman wrapped her head with a cloth towel, but she was obviously not as well-prepared as the previous guest. Crohn saw blood and pustules on her exposed face, especially On the eyelid of the left eye, there is also a bulge the size of a knuckle.

"Oh my god, what's wrong with you?" Crone asked in astonishment.

This became the one thing he regretted the most after that, and he shouldn't have asked.

Because the woman, who has always been known for her gentleness, suddenly became extremely panicked and angry when she heard his question, and the cloth towel used to wrap it fell down during the movement, revealing the woman's mouth.

It was a... cracked, bloody mouth that spread from the corners of the mouth to the base of the ears.

"You saw it, didn't you?" The woman's big mouth opened and closed, and the fangs inside were as sharp as shark teeth. Crohn saw that there were still a few strands of meat in her mouth, and the whole mouth was covered with blood. As she spoke, blood stains were protruding from her shark teeth. Crohn, who had never seen such a thing, backed away in fear, which angered the woman even more.

Crane remembered that he hadn't seen the woman's three daughters in the past two days. If it was normal, they would go out for a walk every day after dinner.

The woman rewrapped the cloth with trembling hands, but still couldn't cover the marks on the upper half of her face. Her eyes showed the emotions that Crohn knew very clearly—the slums were very chaotic, and there were several murderers who had murdered and robbed before. He also showed such an expression when he was taken away by the sheriff.

God, what's going on?Is it really an infectious disease?
Crohn picked up the wrench next to him.

His thoughts drifted to the first female customer who bought something, and she also asked for bandages...

He gripped the wrench tightly, intending that if the woman jumped at him, he would first use the wrench to open a scoop in her head.

After the magistrate came, seeing the woman's appearance, he would believe everything he said.

But at this moment, today's third buyer came to the door.

It was an apprentice girl from a tailor shop. She was very young and very beautiful. Many men in this neighborhood liked her and imagined her as an outlet for all their unspoken emotions. The girl They are jealous of her.

Today, however, the Apprentice girl covered her head with a hat, with a homemade fabric dangling below it, covering her entire face.

The girl pushed away the woman who seemed to be going crazy: "Excuse me, please step aside, Mr. Crohn, please bring me a roll of bandages."

No, no, why bandages again! ?

Crone shouted in his heart, he had already guessed what the apprentice girl's face looked like under the hat.

This must be a nightmare, right?When he wakes up, everything will be as usual...

"Boom!"

Reality shattered Kraun's fantasy. The woman who was about to go crazy seemed to be unable to hold on. She knelt down on the ground and vomited a lot of blood from her mouth, which stained the entire ground around her. As she vomited, she Mumbling something inarticulately, both Klauen and the apprentice girl took a step back, watching this scene in horror—perhaps only Klauen was horrified, who knows what the apprentice girl's expression is under the hat?

This scene attracted many people who went out in the morning. They gradually gathered around, and their voices were disturbing. Someone seemed to be suggesting to send the woman to the aid station, but Crohn couldn't hear him clearly. He was too close to the woman. Several fingers protruded from the woman's mouth.

Then an arm, then a bald head and... a bald face.

Oh God!

The crowd around couldn't help screaming. Everyone watched a faceless baby crawl out of the woman's mouth. The apprentice girl stretched out her hand to rub her stomach. Kraun believed that he heard her correctly. He said: "You are so ugly, this child, my child will definitely have beautiful facial features."

"Oh my god, this is too scary, Mr. Crohn." Many people noticed the sluggish Crohn, and they came over with a comforting tone, "Are you okay?"

"No, I'm not good!" Kraun felt that he was still in a nightmare, but at least he was not alone here, which gave him a sense of security. He clenched the wrench tightly and planned to push the helpless creature crawling towards him. The face baby was crushed to death, she didn't want to look at others at all, all eyes were on this monster baby, and he felt great malice from this baby.

The people who came to comfort him expressed some disappointment in their voices: "Mr. Crohn said that he is not well, so can his shop still operate normally?"

"Mr. Crohn, is your store still open?"

"Mr. Crohn, get us some rolls of bandages..."

Crohn's hand paused, he felt something was wrong.

Like a rusty puppet, he turned his neck to the surrounding crowd bit by bit, and found that everyone had wrapped their heads in various things, and their eyes were now on him .

Some people's eyes are still beautiful and look normal, some people have huge pustules on their foreheads, some people have a few tiny tentacles protruding from their eyes, some people... Are these really people?

"Sir, I came first." The apprentice girl crossed her hips in dissatisfaction, not at all like the usual lady, "Can you bring me the bandage?"

"You...why...became like this?" Klauen lost the courage to resist under the gaze of many eyes, he tremblingly asked the apprentice girl whose voice was still normal.

"I don't know. This happened suddenly two days ago. Everyone was polluted. You should have discovered it. The work and rest schedules of people nearby have been disrupted these two days." Don't panic, even with a smile in his tone, "Mr. Crohn, you are really lucky, and you still have intact facial features, but... If you don't want to be eaten by others, you should destroy them. This is my responsibility. Kind advice~"

"If you can't do it, I can help you too." Saying that, the apprentice girl lifted her hat.

Sure enough, her face also changed.

The eyes, nose, and ears were gone, leaving only a mouth, from forehead to chin, where she stuck out her tongue—two of them—in Crohn's terrified gaze.

It has a long tongue like a frog with a single fang at the end.

She stretched out her hand to grab Klauen's shoulder, immobilizing him with great strength, and then, the two tongues separated instantly, and the fangs touched the skin at the edge of Klauen's mouth, cutting open instantly like a sharp blade corner of his mouth.

"Ah!!" Crone screamed, his body convulsed continuously due to the severe pain, and he didn't remember much of what happened afterwards, because he passed out from the pain.

When he woke up again, he was still sitting in his grocery store, which was empty outside. He sat there waiting for the business to come, but the children and adults who usually came to patronize him hadn't come for a long time.

Year after year passed.

Every few years, one or two strangers would open the door of his shop. Croun didn't know what was going on outside, he just felt idle and boring.

It used to be able to sell some things, but now there are no people, which is really strange.

Kraun never stepped out of his shop, he forgot to ask why he didn't need bread, why he didn't go home, he just stared at his shop door, hoping to see someone open it.

Occasionally he would touch his face to make sure he still had it, but he always got a hand full of brightly colored paints.

Finally, today, his shop was opened again.

Two young men and a young woman walked in. Although the three were dressed plainly, they were clean, especially their faces. This should not be the appearance of a slum area. Even the apprentice girl can't compare with them .

Hey, someone's here at last, Crohn thought.

He could paint the face of the corpse of a guest again.

……

"Here...is a grocery store?" Qu Yanqing looked at the world behind the door with some surprise. The space inside was much larger than it looked from the outside. Rows of shelves were neatly arranged on the floor, clean The cleanliness was a stark contrast to the dusty streets outside.

The counter is by the door, empty, and there is a sign on it, which is written in the Chinese they are most familiar with - "Welcome to Clawn's Grocery Store".

Zhao Yijiu was the last one. Just as he stepped into the space inside, the door slammed shut behind him.

In contrast, the three of them are not surprised at all. After all, a building is an independent "copy", which must be separated from the outside world.

"It's so big." Yu Xing praised, "At first glance, I thought it was a supermarket."

"..." Zhao Yijiu didn't want to pay attention, he had already told the other two people in the hotel that talking in most buildings was fine, and he had to be careful if he went to a place like the concert hall.

The three of them stood cautiously in place, and first observed the scenes that could be recorded in their field of vision.

Within two seconds, Yu Xing said again: "Brother Jiu, didn't you say that every building has its own rules? The rules need to be discovered by ourselves, or will they be promulgated to us directly?"

Zhao Yijiu: "It depends."

Perhaps his mouth has been opened because he cherishes words like gold. He said that it depends on the situation, and the situation will come immediately.

The three of them heard a clown's shrill laugh from afar.

Yu Xing looked towards the source of the sound, but saw nothing except the shelves. He thought to himself, sure enough, this building is related to clowns, and Klauen is also "clown" in English, a circus clown.

"Customers." The invisible clown said, "What do you want to buy?"

Qu Lianqing made a guarding gesture, and Yu Xing was responsible for answering: "We are passing by. I am a little curious. Let's take a look first. If there is something we want, we can buy it, okay?"

He managed to say something normal, which made Qu Lianqing and Zhao Yijiu feel a little abnormal, so they gave him an extra look.

"Guests, please feel free to visit my shop, but I don't really hope you don't buy anything." The clown grinned, "There are a lot of things here, and I look forward to exciting deals!"

"What if we don't end up with a deal?" Yu Xing tilted his head.

After all, they don't have any ghosts on them, so a transaction is impossible.

"If you come to disturb my business without buying something, it will be very difficult for me. Kraun will not be happy! Well, if you don't plan to give me money, just count them for me, in my store How many items are there?"

Yu Xing raised his eyebrows and scanned the rows of shelves.

This is not a small number. If it is really counted...can it be counted in three days?
What's more, the existence of clowns is to cause trouble for people.

(End of this chapter)