I'm doing a live broadcast in Taisho

Osamu Dazai, a member of the Armed Detective Agency and one of the former cadres of the port mafia, has recently become a street mouse in Yokohama.

The reason is that he has evolved from the Yokohama Unlocking King to the Yokohama Thief King.

Among the registered audience accounts, except for Edogawa Ranpo and Dostoevsky, almost all of them were stolen by him.

Among them, the Central Plains is also the most tragic.

It was rumored that Zhongyuan Zhong, who had received a long list of consumption bills, was so angry that he blew up his office on the spot.

Of course, in the end, he had to pay for the maintenance of the office himself.

Probably considering that the title does not seem to be able to prohibit Osamu Dazai's excessive behavior, the system canceled the ban on Osamu Dazai after a few days of banning Osamu Dazai.

[Dazai Osamu: Hey~ It’s really duplicity, Mr. System, it’s obviously thanks to the live broadcast room of Ms. Ryoko that it’s becoming more and more popular. ]

System No. 7386 snorted, but did not refute Osamu Dazai's words.

In this era of rapid development, people tend to seek excitement on the Internet, which is why even the heinous live broadcast of murder can detonate the Internet.

No. 7386's nemesis No. 1860 "Great Sage" knows this well. Since he bound a slime named Lilum, he has a small boss in two days and a big boss in three days, ranking firmly on the hourly list The number one position is unshakable.

At least at this point, System 7386, which has no sympathy for its host, finds Dazai Osamu suddenly pleasing to the eye.

However, except for No. 7386.All the viewers staying in this live room do not agree with this.

[Atsushi Nakajima: Too much Mr. Dazai! !That's the mission card I redeemed for the viewing time points I've saved for a long time! ! ]

[Osamu Dazai: Well, Atsushi-kun, don't be so angry.I can give you mine. ]

[Kunikida Doppo: No, you don't have that kind of thing at all.After all, it has been banned from the very beginning, so I probably can only afford world speakers. ]

[Guangjin Liulang: After all, it is Dazai-sama. ]

[Akutagawa Ryunosuke: ...]

[Osamu Dazai: Ah, isn't this Akutagawa-kun.Anyway, Akutagawa-kun has no interest in mission cards, so why not just sell them to me. ]

[Kunikida Doppo: Let me say something, Dazai.You are already clinking poor. ]

[Ozaki Koba: Don’t you need to exchange points for other things, Dazai? ]

[Osamu Dazai: After all, I don’t have anything I want. In terms of missions, we have Ranpo-san, so we don’t have to worry about information at all~ Ah, as for money...]

[Osamu Dazai: Chuya's password is too easy to guess. ]

Zhongyuan Zhong was almost out of temper.

[Akutagawa Ryunosuke exits the live broadcast room]

[Akutagawa Ryunosuke enters the live broadcast room]

[Akutagawa Ryunosuke exits the live broadcast room]

……

[Atsushi Nakajima:? ]

[Ozaki Koba: Akutagawa is studying how to use this app, so this is probably his first day logging into this account. ]

[Osamu Dazai: Ah, isn’t that poorer than my account, it’s really useless, it’s not as good as Atsu-kun. ]

[Ozaki Momiji: Akutagawa he burned. ]

Atsushi Nakajima suddenly felt that he might as well not go out these few days.

[Osamu Dazai: Ah, but then again.Ms. Ryoko's skill time has come. ]

——This must be a nightmare.

The girl in the mirror has a delicate face, with charming eyes and slender eyebrows. A few ten minutes ago, Liangzi's face was covered with white powder and rouge for the scratches she suffered when she rescued Mrs. Kazuko and escaped.

The tattered kimono on her body has been taken off, and the bright red kimono she puts on is loose, which matches the golden hairpin on her head.

Ryoko, who was stuck in a frozen state after using the skill, couldn't even raise her hand, and couldn't even speak.

——This is Yoshihara.

[Yes yo. ]

——Please don't speak in such a light tone, this is Yoshihara, Yoshihara!

Liangzi, who was guided to this place by the system, was so angry that he decided not to listen to its nonsense next time.

If, if you believe it again, she is... just sticky natto!

[You will be scolded by the natto party for this, host. ]

"Is this the newcomer?"

"Grandma Ning said that there is a newcomer coming tonight, so it should be her, but after boasting for so long, Granny Ning was so nervous that she couldn't even say a word, and when she came, she was dressed in rags, as if It's like being robbed."

"After all, she is a wandering girl who came from afar. She must have suffered a lot. Anyway, when she will perform later, as long as she doesn't make mistakes in front of that adult, that's fine."

"That's right, I really want to hear the sounds of nature from Granny Ning's mouth."

The person who dressed her put down the comb in his hand.

[Four minutes and 31 seconds until the end of the freezing state.Anyway, it’s all here, so why don’t you just sing a song? Host, singing is a must-have for a host! ]

[……I do not know how to sing. ]

……

[Ding—a new mission is coming!Since ancient times, heroes have been saddened by beauty pass!Please captivate the audience with your wonderful singing voice!Tonight is also your stage, let's work hard on the way to become the NO.1 anchor, anchor Ryoko! ]

[accept]

... Are all "gods" so shameless?

And didn't it be said that the task was given by the audience?

[That's a random mission, but it's a necessary mission to lead the host to the right path!The token that Kazuko Muto handed over to the host is the key item for the mission!This is a necessary mechanism stipulated by the designer to prevent the audience from letting the anchor go to farm to live a retirement life. ]

Mrs. Kazuko's token.

Yoshiko looked at the butterfly earrings pinned behind her head through the mirror in front of her.

The pink and purple transition well, and the edges of the wings have a golden grain pattern.

It doesn't look like anything special.

But she didn't understand what the "Ghost Killing Squad" that Mrs. He Zi called.

Looking at the woman who opened the door in the mirror, Ryoko couldn't help struggling again in her heart.

— But I really can't sing.

The girl who was as delicate as a doll was born with tone deafness since she was a child. Even her closest servants were extremely surprised.

Although Ryoko herself couldn't hear any problems, judging from everyone's expressions, it seemed that listening to her singing was a kind of torture.

Except Tong Mo.

He always hums a tune while listening to the children singing.

At that time, Liangzi, who was three years old, couldn't always remember the lyrics taught by his brother, and he simply sang the wrong ones later.

"Cherry blossoms, cherry blossoms, cherry blossoms falling into the mud under the blue sky in March in spring."

At that time, Tong Mo would always applaud Liangzi with a smile after she finished singing.

Now that I think about it, my brother seems to be very happy with whatever she does.

In Tong Mo's world, good and bad seem to be defined by him willfully.So even if the pictures Liangzi painted for him were ugly, they were still beautiful, and the skeleton of the fan he gave him was crooked and dusty, and his singing was like a magic voice, so it must be said to be the sound of nature.

"Speaking of which, this mole looks like weeping from a distance."

A chill rose from the soles of the feet, and the blood flow in the blood vessels seemed to freeze in an instant.The familiar words made Ryoko suddenly raise her eyes, but what she saw was not the pair of glazed eyes with a smile in her memory.

Just an ordinary woman who puts makeup on her.

Ryoko let go of the raised heart, and let out a small breath.

[It seems that the host is really afraid of your brother. ]

The leader who sent thousands of people to bliss, the tears shed because of the stupidity of those who pity the people lying on the ground, the traces of blood blooming in the room.

Although Liangzi has never seen the scene of Tong Mo killing people, she can imagine such a scene from the bloody smell wafting in the air.

After all, Liangzi had already imagined such a possibility when eight-year-old Tong Mo raised her hand to wipe away the mother's blood splashed on her face.

She felt that killing such a thing was unbelievable, and felt that if it was placed on her brother, such an unbelievable thing would become a matter of course.

……

No.It's all right now.After all, my brother is dead.

Ryoko replied to the system in her heart.

It's not that No. 7386 cannot tell Ryoko the truth, after all, the designer's stipulations on the scope of functions of the system are not clear.

No. 7386 was mainly afraid that it had finally found a host with 100% compatibility in this world, that is, Ryoko, who committed suicide on the spot because he couldn't accept the facts.

Then it has to find someone to cry! !

What?You ask later?

Let’s talk about the future, anyway, it is a great artificial intelligence, and it can always figure out a way.

Just when the system comforted him secretly, the countdown to Yoshiko's froze state also ended.

The girl who was forced to accept the task looked a bit dazed and helpless, and when she followed behind the young lady who led the way, she even cast a guilty look at the passers-by.

This store... probably will close down after she finishes singing.

Judging from their conversation just now, the person listening to her singing seems to be a noble existence.

[Don't be so negative, host, maybe the other party is a deaf person with the same taste as your brother... no, man. ]

Are you trying to say deaf?

While complaining to the system inwardly, Ryoko knelt and sat in front of the paper door with the woman in front of her, with her forehead resting on her hands, waiting respectfully for the end of the program in the room, and then she came on stage.

Probably because she already knew the ending, Ryoko didn't feel nervous, but pricked up her ears to listen to the play sung by the woman in the room.The play is coming to an end, but judging from the melodious words, it is probably a story about a girl who turns from love to hatred in order to pursue her sweetheart, and then wakes up at the last moment.

Poor love.

The figure sitting in the room put down the wine cup in his hand and applauded the woman who left the stage.

The paper door was gently pushed open, and Ryoko, holding the shamisen, knelt and sat directly opposite the man listening to the music.

With a light sound when the string was plucked, Ryoko raised her head, and finally saw the face of the man in front of her thoroughly.

The man was wearing a dark blue bathrobe, the waist was tied casually, revealing a large chest.Even with a loose yukata, you can easily see the man's muscular lines under the cover.

His eyes are rich purple, and a few strands of silver hair hang down on his forehead.Under the dim light, the man's already handsome facial features revealed an indescribable beauty.

Liangzi paused, remembering what the woman told her on the way here just now.

She lowered her head slightly.

"Then, shame on you."

"Master Tianyuan."