"This is it here."The thin man said, taking the first two steps, and looking at me doubtfully, "What's the matter?"

I turned my head and looked at the way.

“This is our school, isn’t it?”I asked.

“Oh, uh?Yes.It was the east gate of the old school district.”The skinny answered, still in doubt.

“So close...” I said again.

“Cygo?”

“It’s too close...” My voice was unspeakable, almost silently in my own heart, and I remembered the neighborhood of the university.

Snack street, small commodity street, home appliance store, large supermarket, express cabinet, express business, training company, communication business hall...

I looked at the sign again as the small shop of the Dream Weaver shop, and looked at the small shop around the left and right.Through the windowpane, I could almost see the whole picture inside these small shops.

Very normal.

These shops are normal.

There should be a similar shop near any university.

It was only then that I realized what kind of environment I might have lived in in.

I can’t help but my heart beat faster, creating a feeling of vertigo.

The whole street, the small shops on the street, revolve around me.My body was stuck in place, my soul had drifted up, and there was a feeling of ascending to heaven, looking down the whole street.

“Cyko!”The skinny yelled, clasped my shoulder, and shook my body.

Everyone on the street looked at me.Many people looked like students, looking at us curiously, whispering.

I took two steps and stood still.

“What’s the matter, Chico?”The skinny asked worriedly.

I covered my head and smiled and pushed away the skinny, “Nothing.”No... nothing...” I exhaled, looked back at the skinny man, and stared at the little shop for a moment.

The breath of the two did not change, and there was no abnormality.

“Come in and see.”I said to the skinny.

The skinny man was still a little worried, hesitated for a while, and then went to the store.

The shop is very ordinary, it is the glass door.The store is very crowded, the shelves are wood, very low, the top is full of all kinds of dolls.Most of the looks are not cute, but they are very strange.The lights in the store are bright, and the partitions of the shelves are also equipped with small light bulbs to illuminate those dazzling small goods.Those goods also maintain the same style as the dolls, are grotesque shapes, a little different.

The clerk stood behind the counter opposite the door.It is a woman who looks a certain age, dressed modestly, and the style of this shop is not very good.

She said, “Welcome” and ignored us.

I looked at the skinny.

He looked normal and did not appear in that strange state before.

He went straight to the clerk and said he wanted to go inside.

"Inside is our office and warehouse."The clerk looked doubtfully at the thin man, "What are you going to buy?"Order something?”With that, she operated the laptop on the counter, suspended the small game that was in progress, and opened a file, “What’s the name?”

“No, I’ve been here many times.He was introduced, and he came here many times.You brought me in a few days ago."The skinny man said, "From you, I bought the front Buddha lotus, two, two pieces... uh, bag?"

The clerk frowned, "Wait a minute."

She operated it on the computer, as if searching the previous transaction records, looked up to the skinny man and said, “Did you buy it from somewhere else?”We don't have a record here."

“Do you have a store?”I went to the front desk.

The thin man looked at the female clerk in amazement, and apparently the first time he heard that there was a branch in the store.

The clerk nodded, "There are foreign language universities and polytechnicians."She knocked on the counter, and there was a QR code on the counter to join the member, "Have you added a member?"If you have added members, you can find a purchase record on the small program.I can only check the records here.You might have bought it from another store.”

The skinny kept his shocked expression.

I continued, “Can I buy the former lotus now?”

“There is.Do you want it?There is not much stock.If you want more, I can make the goods on my side and wait for two days."

“Reloading from other stores?”

“There shouldn’t be many other shops.Our faces are small.”

“Do you have a store?”

My problem may be more.

The clerk looked at me doubtfully and answered the question, “There is a warehouse, in the bonded area...”

“The Free Trade Zone?”The skinny screamed.

“Oh, yeah.”The shopkeeper was even more confused.

The size of the store is obviously larger than the skinny man originally imagined.

“Do you have a shop abroad?”

The clerk looked at me and said, “It was coming from abroad.”headquarters abroad.Our side of the goods, but also more foreign countries, are directly into the customs.Nothing is wrong, it’s all true.You have to look at the logistics information, customs clearance information, you can.If you feel that something is wrong, you can also return the goods.There is a process of exchange...”

The thin man could not help but interrupt the clerk's due diligence introduction, "that kind of thing can also be through the normal formalities to clear customs."Skull, and blood...”

The clerk looked at us, and looked at the store door, "You two, you are all understanding."Something is absolutely true.Customs procedures, we have our way.I would say this, when the transport is in, of course, can not be said to be a real skull, some blood products, walking is a special customs clearance channel, medical, scientific research.It was also found to be absolutely no problem.We’ve been doing this for years too.Smuggling used to be done, now it’s regularized.Besides, those of us who understand, know how to use these things, and do not understand, then we will not pay attention to them at all.It's all that kind of stuff."She pushed a skull on the push counter with her fingernails, and the skeetmens of the pendant dangling, looked like a strange-style head-shaking doll.She smiled and gave an example: "You said that there are so many small shops outside selling plastic crystals, jewelry stores selling real crystals, and we also sell crystals."But we also know what crystal we sell.Is it right?”

The skinny man was right, did not speak again, but looked at me for help.

I had expected it, but now it was only confirmed from the mouth of this ordinary man.

Nor can this be confirmed.

The clerk said this, as if convinced that what they sell are "real material", and he also knows some common sense in terms of spiritual things, and may even do something like magic.It is also possible that she is just like the clerk of the scammers and magic props store, using this statement as a sales strategy.

I looked at the smile on the clerk’s face and didn’t know how much she knew about her career.

To be sure, what I was looking for was not in the store.

It has already escaped.

We are exposed, discovered by it, and it does not want to have a head-on conflict with us.