Chapter 13.6: Woman With a Downcast Look VI

Chapter 13.6: Woman With a Downcast Look VI

I didinot know where to cast my eyes and looked toward theiback room.

As usual, Ayame was puffing on my SeveniStar. How long was she planning to keep doing that? Enough, please let your daughter come out. That was my earnest thought. That being said, if I kept eyeing her, I was afraidishe would glare back at me, so I heaved a sigh and shifted my gaze back to the store.

The whole store, with its orderly display shelves, clean, freshly mopped floors, brilliantly glowing fluorescent lights, and a hideous woman clinging to the front of the magazine section, was reigned with silence. It was theisame old scene.

For me, this was everyday life, as I had grown familiar by now with the surroundings, evenithough extraordinary elements were thrown into the mix.

Perhaps I had giveniup, but the woman sticking around, the occasional transparent human being, the human body parts such as legs and heads, and even something I couldnt even distinguish as a human being made me jump up and down at first, though lately I have gotten adjusted to it, albeit onlyia little. And now, my reaction was like, Oh here it comes again.

Although I had been constantly denying this ability, itiwouldnt have mattered if I had resisted. In fact, I have reached the point where I was amazed at how open I was to the idea that anything would happen.

Even so, the feeling of fear was still present, but I thoughtithat in time, I might not even be afraid anymore. Humans were creatures that adapted to their environment.

Good grief. Either my brain wasnt getting enough nutrients becauseiI ate only somen noodles like a fool on a daily cycle or my brain rotted away ahead of my body. The things I perceived in my vision no longer felt fresh. Perhaps I didnt have nerves of steel but I felt dry overall. Tension in the summer heat was tremendous, huh? It madeime not care about various things.

The woman, on the other hand, after having walked around the store for a while, started to stand in front of the display shelf at the end of the store.

Ballpoint pens and markers, brown envelopes, A4-size looseleaf notebook, paper clips, liquid glue, scissors and notepads. The kind of little miscellaneous items that were always sold in every convenience store.

The woman who had grabbed a pastry or bread without hesitation earlier and dropped it into the basket somehow exhibited a sign of hesitancy for the first time there and gazed at the miscellaneous items on the display shelves.

She then took a ballpoint pen and a loose-leaf notebook, set them aside, picked them up once more, and set them down back in the same place. It was kind of like she was truly wondering whether to purchase the product rather than checking the name and price of the item.

On top of that I felt like she was awfully fidgety. How should I put it?

Something was out of tune.

Shouldnt she just be looking at it without picking it up if she was confused?

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After putting the loose-leaf notebook in the basket, she continued to take a ballpoint pen and an envelope down.

Oh, she put the envelope back on the shelf again.

Sure enough, I turned around and was struck by the sight of the young female office worker looking at me as she placed a basket full of products on the counter. Without uttering a word, she drew her purse out of her bag, her mouth agape with displeasure. She was probably trying to tell me not to stare at her. I know, I know, and that was my fault too.

Apologizing in my mind, I proceeded to scan the bar code of the large number of items I was looking at, as usual. Twelve loaves of bread and seventeen sweets.

Wow Convenience stores didnt have refrigerants, but she was a daring customer, buying so many products in the midst of summer, the cream would soon be spoiled.

From there, five sweet-looking packaged drinks were present and then.

Miscellaneous goods

A looseleaf notebook, brown envelopes, and ballpoint pens were buried in the bread and hidden at the bottom. When I moved them out of the basket, I found something that had been hidden even deeper down, bringing my hands to a halt.

Translator: MadHatter

What was left in the basket was a woodworking utility knife.

And another thing.

Not womens daily necessities.

A roll of vinyl strings for packing. Vinyl strings

I raised my head and looked at the woman.

Swollen eyelids and dark circles under her eyes. Her cheeks were hollowed out and her complexion was not particularly good. Or rather, her complexion was poor. She was overall emaciated.

The womans face was so listless that I thought so at first glance. The events of a few days ago flashed back to me.

Vinyl strings and scissor

The middle-aged man with tears streaking down his face.

A tingle seared deep in my chest.

No way

This person