Chapter 18 chapter 2

Shibuya is a lively intersection surrounded by department stores and electronics stores. Suddenly, an old-fashioned two-wheeled cart full of mottled smoke stains, with an iron pan on it, a middle-aged man with a bearded face grabbed the push rod and pushed the cart to the road without saying a word Next to him, he unscrewed the gas barrel, lit a fire, and sold fried chestnuts with sugar. unexpected?Not obtrusive.There are many snacks sold on the streets of Tokyo, and there is no shortage of him. But roll up your sleeves and poke the thick iron sand covering the chestnuts with your bare hands, I'm afraid you won't find another person.His serious and resolute face was blackened by the scorching smoke, matching his almost dumb silence.

Many passers-by were used to this scene, and they didn't give him a second look when they passed by him.A few years ago, this peddler's strange behavior was featured on TV, and he was interviewed by several comedians. The media called him "the devil of fried chestnuts".He has no problem. But in Tokyo, where everything goes at the speed of light, the time limit for any new thing is like the expiration mark on milk. Once seven days have passed, it no longer has the entertainment significance of being discussed.The Chestnut Stir-fry Demon degenerated into a simple, silent uncle obsessed with stir-frying chestnuts with both hands.

And business is not good. "Do you know why business is bad?" At some point, a tall woman in a red leather jacket stood in front of the trolley of the Chestnut Stir-fried Devil.The woman's slender face carried a kind and beautiful smile. The Chestnut Stir-Fried Demon was taken aback for a moment, his blackened blunt face could not hide his disappointment. Seventeenth time. He had no idea how or when Albus approached him in his exaggerated heels, let alone when he should. Then give her a fatal blow. "Stir-fried chestnuts with bare hands look very attractive, but they are dirty. See for yourself." Albus smiled sweetly, more joking than mocking.

The fried chestnut demon involuntarily took his hands out of the hot iron sand. Indeed, it was filthy.Black stains filled the crevices of the nails, and on the red and smoky black skin, the scorched veins swelled exaggeratedly, like several earthworms crawling on the rotten soil. Not only was it dirty, it was filthy. "Can you imagine high school girls in sailor uniforms, with red lips and white teeth, eating chestnuts fried with such dirty hands? It's just..." said Albus, in a voice like an actress' narration. "It's simply sexual harassment." The chestnut-stirring demon shook his body, and then fell silent.

It would be an insult to him to talk back to a vampire. Suddenly, his stomach made a pitiful gurgling sound. "Are you hungry? Welcome to the Ichimaru Imperial Guard, the second career of unemployed hunters. Not only does it provide unlimited sweet and delicious frozen plasma, but you can also enjoy a live meal if you perform well. If necessary, there are women who can relieve boredom. ’” Albus smiled, looking at what she called the “unemployed vampire hunter”. The fried chestnut demon disdainfully pulled out a fried chestnut from the iron sand, pressed it with his fingers, and the black chestnut shell burst.Just eat things that can't be sold, as if to say: "Fuck you, I will eat chestnuts fried with sugar."

"Martial artists will suffer from malnutrition." Albus took out a banknote, pressed a copper plate on the pot, and said with a sweet smile, "Take it as a friendly sponsorship of training funds for martial artists. One day you will come back , you have to remember the kindness of this banknote, please spare my life. Goodbye, I'm going on a date." Albus turned around and walked away lightly, not forgetting to wave goodbye with his slender hands with pink nail polish on them. The progress is so fast, I have to use the second-highest catwalk to approach him silently, and this is still relying on the cover of the bustling crowd... Albus secretly praised in his heart.It won't be long before the city will have another interesting trouble.

Crossroads.Clenched fists and red arms, the Roasted Chestnut Demon watched Albus disappear into the crowd.There was a throbbing in his throat, and he accepted the copper plate and banknote.Close your eyes and reflect. Pursuing the ultimate martial arts, he was an ambitious and passionate hunter a few years ago. With passion, he ran to Japan with bare hands, which is said to have no living space for hunters, and slashed vampires all the way from Hokkaido to Tokyo, the magical capital. But since seeing that scene... "It's not enough. It's far from enough to block that kind of punch." He stopped sighing and continued to stir the lonely iron sand.