The legend of Tiga

Chapter 85 The Legend of Obik
The crescent moon was in the sky, wandering in the thin clouds, the night was quiet, and a lamp hung from a telephone pole by the roadside, illuminating a dim yellow halo.

Chiba Makoto stood at the intersection and looked at the noodle stall a few steps away. He smelled the fragrance, but when he got there, he found that this roadside stall was actually a very retro trolley, and the streets were full of electric vehicles. There is definitely a mudslide in the stall.

Then Chiba Makoto thought of the Halloween witch she saw a few hours ago who was selling wave candy on a cart. Once bitten by a snake for ten years, she was afraid of the rope, and when she saw the cart, she felt that there was a ghost.

Just as he stopped, he was hesitating when he heard a low male voice from behind the stall blocked by the hanging curtain: "Guest, do you want a bowl of soba noodles? I'm an old brand."

"Uh" Chiba Cheng looked at this small noodle stall, and surrounded it with three long benches, which could accommodate six people no matter how crowded it was. The stall was still set up in the middle of the night. Satisfying his own thoughts, he said, "Okay, here's a bowl."

I was really hungry, and the aroma of this noodle stall was too strong. It was the one who tempted me first, so don't blame myself for eating the noodles.

When I walked to the front, I found that the boss was wearing clean clothes, wearing a white coat and a white hat. This alone is a lot of extra points. After all, whoever eats, doesn't want to see the chef dirty.

Chiba Makoto, who glanced at the chef from the corner of his eye, was about to sit down when he saw the pot where the noodles were being boiled.

"Obike? It's not such a coincidence, is it?" Chiba Makoto suddenly felt that there was something wrong with this soba stall and this chef in the middle of the night.

Just thinking of this, the chef turned around and threw the thin noodles into the pot, the light shining on his face, revealing it.

Well, it was such a coincidence that I met Obik.

Not only this somewhat familiar face, but also the pot that had nothing just now, after the other party threw the noodles in, it rolled over steamingly.

Well, it's Obik. Wait, did he become the boy in the original play who was sent to the well by Obik and turned white?
No way.

Chiba Makoto was dumbfounded, and immediately wanted to jump up and stay away from this stall, while Obik had already picked up the shackles and fished the noodles out of the pot, put them into the sea bowl, and skillfully added the long onions, crushed peppers and celery The pura was finally poured with sauce, and a large bowl was pushed to Chiba Makoto.

"You've been waiting for so long!"

The scent is fragrant, attracting greedy worms, and the already shriveled stomach is even more hungry, which makes Chiba Makoto swallow his saliva, and his stomach is also very suitable for the occasion, "Grumbling!" ' it rang.

But he immediately reminded himself that this pot could contain an unknown object called a 'shadow' by Obik. Can I eat the noodles under this pot?Eating it will not be a problem, will it?So I can't eat, and I have to leave immediately.

but
So fragrant!
Hungry growls, and a large bowl of delicious noodles is less than 10 minutes away from the hungry, dizzy and weak limbs. It only took half a second, and Chiba Cheng thought of a reason to convince him Self: It’s not okay to be hungry, after all, only when you are full can you have the strength to deal with all abnormal events.

After convincing myself, I picked up chopsticks and shoved the noodles into my mouth. The mouth was full of fragrance. It is indeed a time-honored brand. The craftsmanship has nothing to say. From this very retro wooden cart, you can see the time when Obik set up the stall. Not too short.

Chiba Makoto didn't let go of his vigilance and precaution when he tried to put his face into his mouth. Out of the corner of the eye, he kept looking at Obik. Although he knew that in the original book, he was not a bad person, but he had to be defensive.

Seeing him skillfully tidying up the small kitchen counter, he looked at Chiba Cheng who was devouring his food from the corner of his eye. The fragrant food of the guests was the best compliment to the chef's craftsmanship, which filled his face with a smile.

After 2 minutes

'boom! '

The sea bowl was put back on the table, and there was only a little soup residue left in it, and all the noodles and soup went into Chiba Makoto's stomach.

'call! ' Chiba Makoto, whose forehead was covered in fine sweat, breathed a sigh of relief, and rubbed his stomach with great satisfaction.

Obik, who was busy cleaning up, raised his head and pointed to the support column at the back of the cart. Chiba Makoto turned his head and saw that there was an old-looking dish on each of the two wooden columns, one was soba noodle soup and the other It's soba noodles.

Such a large bowl of buckwheat noodle soup is only [-] yuan, which makes Chiba Makoto very tempted, and wants to eat it every day.

He pulled the backpack over, opened the zipper, found the wallet, took out two hundred-yuan coins and put them on the table, while Obik saw the documents stuffed in the side net pocket of the backpack, as well as the camera bag, and said, "Guest, you are a reporter. ?"

Chiba Makoto, who was just about to put the money into the wooden box, paused, nodded, and then put two coins into the money box in the small cabinet.

"Then have you heard of Obik?"

Qianye Cheng suddenly wanted to take out the magic wand, which sounded as frightening as 'Fellow Daoist'. He raised his head and looked at Obik. Out of the corner of his eye, he aimed at the pot in the middle of the stall, which was still covered. There was no movement.

Without waiting for Chiba Makoto to answer, Obik said to himself: "There is a legend circulating in this area that there is a monster named Obik who haunts in the dark, if you hear someone shouting behind you at night 'Play with me, play with Obik' and remember, don't look back."

When Obik spoke, he deliberately lowered his voice, and with his mysterious tone, he could go to the radio station to tell ghost stories. With the surrounding darkness and silence, it was really scary.

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What appeared in Chiba Makoto's mind was the shadow of Obik holding him, looking at the unrecognizable village, and shouting with great excitement: "The village of the past is back, there is a lookout, that is a clear river, that is lotus root pond”

After Obik finished telling the 'ghost' story, he saw that the boy on the opposite side had no response. This was a failure for the storyteller.

However, Obik was not discouraged. According to the script he had been thinking about for a long time, he continued: "Do you want to see him?"

Chiba Makoto nodded, put the backpack on his back, opened the zipper of his jacket, and reached into it to dig something. The lid of the cooking pot suddenly floated up, and a childish voice came from inside: "Play with me, follow Ao Let's play with Piccolo!"

Obik's face showed a smile of excitement and joy, and then he saw the unresponsive Chiba Makoto, his face collapsed instantly, and he suddenly wondered if he was not scary enough, otherwise the other party didn't respond at all. ?
So the last ultimate move was activated, the lid of the pot was suddenly lifted, and a black object emerged from it, and shouted loudly: "Come and play with Obik!"

(End of this chapter)