Chen Miemie took one last look at the number “19” by the door.
After guarding the shop for so long and treating it as his home for just as long, he had inevitably grown attached to it.
“I wonder if I’ll ever have the chance to return to this shop again. This experience has truly been worth remembering. I hope that, after enough time has passed, I won’t forget it.”
Qinghua’s voice rose from his neck. “Why not try writing these stories into letters while your memories are still fresh? I can help you.”
Chen Miemie’s eyes lit up. “That’s what we’ll do. One day, we can send those letters back to the protagonists of the stories. It’ll be interesting to see their expressions when they receive them.”
Three minutes had passed since the shaking began. The [Door’s Crevice] had twisted even more violently. The shop’s walls, the wreckage of the Five-Colored Mailbox, and even the number “19” had all become severely distorted.
Chen Miemie walked toward the outside of the [Door’s Crevice].
He had taken only half a step when he suddenly stopped.
A few meters ahead of him, a figure was squeezing its way in through the [Door’s Crevice].
A customer had actually come at a time like this!
Chen Miemie stood perfectly still. The figure quickly reached him, and the two faced each other in the narrow shop entrance.
Chen Miemie wore a yellow robe, and the body formed from specks of light flickered in and out of sight within its folds.
The figure had hair like creeping vines, and with every breath, it exhaled dandelion-like spores.
Looking at the [Huangyi] who seemed to be on the verge of leaving, the figure asked, “Excuse me, is this the Mysterious Shop?”
“Yes.”
“I am…”
“I know who you are,” Chen Miemie interrupted.
“As expected of the [Shopkeeper]. You really are impressive.”
“How did you find out about this shop?”
“I have a friend who runs a [Four Seasons Tea House] on this street. I heard he was gravely ill, so I came to see him one last time. Before he died, he told me about this miraculous place. I never expected that I would really find it.”
“What do you want?”
“I heard from my friend that this place can help people. I’d like to post a commission.”
“I can’t help you with what you want to do.” Chen Miemie rejected him outright.
“I haven’t even told you what it is. How do you already know what I’m asking for?”
“I know. Change your mind. That sort of thing is impossible.”
“[Shopkeeper], I mean no offense, but your words sound rather beyond reason. Please forgive my doubt, but could you tell me what it is you think I want to do?”
Chen Miemie’s crescent-shaped eyes seemed to see straight through the figure before him.
“To cultivate a possibility for peace.”
The figure looked as though it had been struck by lightning. “You… you really do know!”
“Yes. So give up. Continue with your life as it was, and continue walking your path of [Mystery]. Peace isn’t something one person can decide.”
The figure fell silent.
Several seconds later, it finally spoke again. “Thank you, but I still want to try.”
“Knowing the road is impassable, you still insist on smashing your head against the wall?”
“Heh. Even if I can’t succeed, if I can nurture a possibility out of the impossible—even if that possibility is vanishingly small—it will still have meaning. After me, there will be those who come later. One day, this possibility will bloom and bear fruit. [Shopkeeper], I’m sorry to have disturbed you.”
The figure turned and prepared to leave.
Watching it go, Chen Miemie sighed inwardly. Some people, no matter what, would still walk the path they had chosen.
He called out, “If you insist on going through with it, I can give you one piece of advice.”
The figure immediately turned back in delight. “You… you’re willing to help me?”
“Help you? No. You arrived at an unfortunate time. This shop has suffered an accident and is about to close. I haven’t accepted your commission. It’s merely a small suggestion.”
“Th-thank you. Please, tell me.”
“Cultivate your fruit until it turns a bright golden yellow. Don’t hang it too high. Make sure people can pluck it easily and pop it into their mouths without thinking.”
The figure repeated the words silently twice, imprinting every one of them in its mind for fear of forgetting.
“Thank you again, [Shopkeeper]. I’ve heard that anyone who gains something here must pay a price. Is there anything I possess that might catch your eye?”
“No need. It was nothing more than an offhand remark.”
“No, there must be. To you, it was merely a casual suggestion, but to me, it may be the key to success or failure. I must pay.”
Chen Miemie looked at the figure’s utterly serious face, then glanced at the shop door behind him.
“Very well. Then I’ll issue you a cross-city mission.
“On Fairytale Road in the [Sealed Library], at number 19, there is an old shop. It is a consulting agency. The shopkeeper has left, and no one remains to take over.
“Within one month of your attempt to break through [Mystery] Level 6, go to the shop and replace the previous shopkeeper. Guard the shop for three months.
“Once the three months are up, write down everything that happened while you were guarding the shop and send it out as letters. The mission will then be complete.”
After hearing the entire mission, the figure said, “[Shopkeeper], if I fail to break through [Mystery] Level 6, I won’t have the chance to come and guard the shop.”
“You don’t have to come yourself. You may appoint someone else.”
“Are there any requirements for that person?”
Chen Miemie did not answer. Instead, he pointed at the moon overhead.
At the same time, he flicked a finger, and a tiny black shadow shot into the pocket of the figure opposite him.
While the two of them had been speaking, the surroundings had grown even more distorted. Even the road beneath their feet had begun to bend like a noodle.
“[Shopkeeper], then I’ll be going.”
The figure had nearly reached the far end of the [Door’s Crevice] when it suddenly turned around and shouted, “By the way, [Shopkeeper], should the mission issuer use your true codename?”
Chen Miemie was waving goodbye. “Take care.”
The distortion of the [Door’s Crevice] reached an almost absurd degree. Even sound traveling through the air was warped.
By the time Chen Miemie’s “Take care” reached the figure’s ears, it had been reduced to a single syllable: “Song.”
Once the figure had completely departed, Chen Miemie flashed forward and rushed out just before the [Door’s Crevice] collapsed.
He stepped onto the road of Fairytale Road and turned back.
The outer wall of Fairytale Road No. 17 had closed flush against the neighboring wall, as though there had never been a gap there at all.
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