me, the protagonist

The concept of "death" appeared for the first time in Yamabuki Sakura's world.

She sat on the bench at a loss, and felt her hands warmed up after finishing a whole pot of rice cake and red bean soup.

"Okay, let's go back and have a look!"

Throwing the soda cans into the trash can, Sakura Yamabuki gave herself some mental training: "Maybe it's just a prank game?"

"Miss Sakura, it's better not to go there."

It has always been adhering to the "high degree of freedom" system that allows players to explore by themselves, and rarely warns:

"It is detected that the current logic of Studio 13 deviates from the world you are in, and it is recommended to stay away immediately."

Different worlds have different logics.

Just like hearing screams in daily episodes, the general prediction is that some prank happened.But if it is in the hot blood, after shouting loudly, there will be a fierce clothing battle.

"But this is not the stage where the story happens,"

Yamabuki Sakura was puzzled: "The stage of the story in this world should be in Zuobuchi, right?"

The area where the protagonist of the story moves is the stage where the story begins.

The world where the gods chose to take refuge for her is a funny daily show with superpowers, and the protagonist is unknown.

But the identity is a high school student at PK Middle School in Zuo Ribucho.

Besides, even if the protagonist comes to Mihua Town, the logic of the two daily shows is highly harmonious.

How could there be a death incident in the joint program of the protagonists of the two daily dramas!

The more Sakura Yamabuki thinks she is right: "Maybe this is a prank show, I must go and watch it!"

She and the police came to Studio 13 one after another.

The door was tightly surrounded by people from three floors inside and three floors outside, and Sakura Yamabuki's heart beat violently.

"Excuse me, please let me go."

She took a deep breath and was about to go around the crowd, but someone grabbed the hem of her jacket suddenly.

"It's best not to go in now."

It was Conan Edogawa whom I met in the preparation room just now.

Unlike the pretentiously cute look in the preparation room, his expression is serious and indifferent, with a maturity far beyond his peers.

Yamabuki Sakura looked at him for a second or two, leaned over and asked, "Why?"

"Because a famous uncle is lying in it, it's scary."

There was a commotion in the house at this time, and the police and technicians on the scene were first aware of something, and they made loud calls.

Conan asked Haibara in front, "What's wrong?"

"The producer seems to be still alive." Hui Yuanai spoke in a steady tone, but his eyes were fixed on the scene.

Conan whispered: "Is it a fake death..."

"'Fake death'? "Sakura Yamabuki repeated the word, surprised and said: "Does that mean the producer is still alive? "

Haihara Ai: "That's right. "Pseudo-death" is commonly known as suspended animation. The physiological functions of the brain stem, lungs, and heart are greatly suppressed, and the vital signs are very weak, which is difficult to detect even with instruments. "

Sakura Yamabuki said in surprise, "You know a lot!"

"..." The little girl was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly showed an innocent and lovely smile: "That's what it said on TV!"

According to Yuanzi and Xiaolan, after the producer brought them to the studio, he suddenly claimed that he was not feeling well and wanted to go back to the preparation room to take a rest.

Only makeup artist Mao and entertainer Naoko were in the preparation room at the time.

The producer asked the two of them to go out first, turn off the light in the preparation room alone, and lay on the sofa saying that they wanted to sleep for a while.

"...Later, it was almost time for the show to start, but he still didn't come out, so Naoko and I knocked on the door, only to find..."

Mao covered her face with her hands, and Naoko patted her on the shoulder to comfort her.

It was police officer Megure who rushed to the scene, and he thought for a while: "How long has the producer been in the preparation room?"

"About four to ten minutes."

"Did anyone else enter the room during this time?"

A total of three people went to the preparation room on the way.

The preparation room is facing the rest hall. Because there are no vending machines in this hall, there are relatively few people who come here. Naoko and Mao choose to rest here temporarily.

"Mao forgot a makeup brush bag in it. About 10 minutes after he came out, Mao went back again."

Naoko said: "I forgot to bring the earbuds, so I went in after finishing styling."

The last one to enter was the singer Qianhui who was in the same group as Naoko a few years ago and is now flying solo.

Officer Takagi, who was in charge of recording, stopped writing: "Then why did Miss Qianhui go in?"

"I don't know about that," Naoko shrugged, "We haven't had much contact in these years, and I don't know what she's busy with now."

"Then where is Miss Qianhui now?"

Mao: "For Chie, I just said that I'm going to the restaurant to have something to eat."

Officer Megure nodded, and Officer Takagi put away his notebook and pen, pushed away the crowd and left.

It seems that the direction to go is the restaurant.

During the whole process, the two policemen did not have any conversation.

Yamabuki Sakura feels that they are different from the current police, a bit like those who came out of the Heisei era, strict and responsible, and a bit old-fashioned.

She had never been in contact with such a scene in her life, and asked uncertainly: "Are you solving the case now?"

"Yes, but don't worry," Sonoko leaned over to comfort her, "I believe Officer Megure and the others will find the truth soon."

"I'm not worried about that," Sakura Yamabuki shook her head, "I'm just curious, why didn't I ask the producer directly after he woke up?"

If the false death is rescued in time, the possibility of survival is still very high.

Yuanzi froze for a moment: "It seems... that's true."

Conan keenly noticed that Naoko who was standing next to her frowned quickly.

Conan:  …

"Hey, isn't it?"

At this moment, the multiple-choice question becomes a proof question.

Sakura Yamabuki, who caused the murderer to reveal his secrets, hadn't noticed it yet, and had been distracted by Sonoko's topic for a long time.

She asked curiously: "Bless Ms. Lan and her boyfriend for a long time?"Why?Shouldn't this be going to a temple to pray? "

Yuanzi glanced at Xiaolan not far away, and whispered: "She hasn't seen her boyfriend for a long time, as an idol, please help me, okay?"

Sonoko shook the small cherry blossom pendant on the bag, and looked at Yamabuki Sakura expectantly.

"Wait, Sakura?"

Something flashed through Conan's mind, and he suddenly turned around and rushed out of the preparation room.

Sakura Yamabuki glanced at him, before she had time to think about anything, she and Sonoko had already arrived at Mourilan's side.

Yuanzi smiled brightly: "Xiaolan, Sakura-chan has something to tell you!"

Maurilan turned his head suspiciously.

She is a very traditional classical beauty, with long straight black hair and gentle eyebrows, which is very easy to attract people's favor.

"Miss Lan," Yamabuki Sakura looked at her and said sincerely, "I hope you and your boyfriend can meet soon and be happy forever!"

"What..." Xiaolan was stunned by this sudden blessing for a few seconds, and immediately blushed when she realized it.

Glancing at Yuanzi who was giggling from the corner of the eye, he instantly understood what was going on, and half-blamely said: "Really, I told you it's not like this Yuanzi, and you still...really!"

Yamabuki Sakura blinked at the two of them, and finally felt a sense of stability in her heart.

Yes, this is how it should be every day.

"Everyone is very happy."

But in the next second, Yuanzi's body froze suddenly, like a drunk person, he staggered a few steps to the bottom of the wall, and was about to sit down against the door.

"Garden!"

"Miss Yuanzi!"

Sakura Yamabuki was the closest, and subconsciously reached out and pulled her arm, supporting Suzuki Sonoko.

"Is it hypoglycemia? I have chocolate in my pocket—"

"It's okay, let me go, Miss Sakura."

"Yuanzi" said: "I just wanted to see through the tactics of this case and made myself a little tired."

?

Sakura Yamabuki looked at Sonoko she was supporting, then looked around, and slowly put out a question mark.

She is in good physical condition, and she is still firmly supporting Suzuki Sonoko, who is taller than her. "Yuanzi" could only repeat again: "I'm fine, just let me down."

Yamabuki Sakura: "Who is talking, the direction of the voice is wrong!"

It was indeed Suzuki Sonoko's voice, but Yamabuki Sakura was very close.

She clearly saw that Sonoko didn't even move his mouth.

"Is this some kind of supernatural event?!"

Sakura Yamabuki's hands began to tremble.

Conan secretly said "Oops".

This trick has been used too many times without being discovered, gradually losing vigilance.

He thought for a while, then ran out from his hiding place, pretending to help: "Sister Ying, I'll help you!"

Suzuki Sonoko was several times taller than Conan, and Sakura Yamabuki was worried that he would be injured, so she could only push Sonoko to the chair and sit down.

"Sonoko": "Thank you, it may be the special structure of the preparation room just now, so the sound seems to come from somewhere else."

"The murderer also took advantage of this. After attacking the unsuspecting producer, he planned to blame the crime on Miss Qianhui who arrived at the end."

"Am I right, Miss Naoko?"

Shocked by the truth, the people present all looked at Naoko with different expressions:

"what!"

"Naoko, did you do it?!"

Yamabuki Sakura was startled suddenly: "This is...reasoning?"

Next, under the watchful eyes of everyone, "Yuanzi" described a rather complicated modus operandi in a detailed and fluent manner, and even called out Conan for a public display.

"Stop kidding, it's so hard to be on this show, why would I kill him? I have no motive at all, don't I?" Naoko yelled excitedly, completely different from her intellectual and gentle image on the screen.

"Maybe only Ms. Naoko knows what the motive is, but in terms of evidence, I can say a little bit,"

"Sonoko" was very calm, as if she had changed from before: "...after deliberately meeting us and making an alibi, Ms. Naoko returned to the preparation room to commit crimes."

"But because of the panic and the darkness, you didn't notice that the sticker of Yuantai's detective badge was also brought in."

"Now if you lift the carpet, you will be able to see the cherry blossom sticker with your fingerprints on it."

When "she" was speaking, Officer Takagi lifted the carpet in the preparation room and found a sticker that Sakura Yamabuki had given before.

Unlike when it was sent out, there were a few drops of splattered blood remaining on the pink sticker.

Miss Naoko's mask was finally taken off, and she tearfully told about the unspoken rules of the producer shortly after she entered the industry.

Naoko missed many valuable opportunities for newcomers because of her blind trust in the producer.

"The shelf life of an idol is already short. I thought it was my bad luck and I was about to accept my fate, but I heard him chatting with someone that day, and I realized that this person didn't intend to praise me in the first place!"

She knelt on the ground and wept bitterly.

The crying is full of the bitterness of brushing shoulders with dreams.

The producer was hospitalized, and the case was delayed for too long, and the use of the studio was missed. The program had to be postponed until the next day for recording.

After discussing with the company, the driver, Mr. Ohno, decided to live in Tokyo tonight and not go back, so as not to travel back and forth.

Sonoko and the others decided to go to a nearby amusement park, and they warmly invited Sakura Yamabuki.

But being an idol was inconvenient, and she was a little tired, so she declined.

When the police closed the team, Officer Takagi answered the phone, came back to Sakura Yamabuki, hesitated for a long time, and asked for an autograph.

Of course Sakura Yamabuki would not refuse. When she finished writing the notebook, she asked, "Who is this for?"

She tilted her head slightly, her snowy skin glowed softly under the light, even if she was only a high school student, she was already dazzlingly beautiful.

The young police officer hurriedly waved his hand: "No, no, just write your name. They said they will take it back to be a town teacher—"

In the middle of the conversation, he suddenly realized that he had slipped his mouth, so Takagi quickly covered his mouth.

Yamabuki Sakura: ""Town education"? "

This is a mysterious organization established by the Tokyo police in private. It has no official name, but people inside call it "Sakura God Cult".

Yes, the name comes from the cherry blossom tree in front of the Metropolitan Police Department.

The tree was the same age as the Metropolitan Police Department building, and it was planted when the building was completed.Due to the shading of the building's light, no matter how carefully the Metropolitan Police Department takes care of it, there has never been a grand occasion of blooming flowers.

Many years have passed, and the police officers in the Metropolitan Police Department have come and gone, changing batch after batch.

This tree has become the obsession of some old policemen, and it has influenced a group of new policemen to have unusual feelings for this cherry blossom tree.

On the day when Sakura Yamabuki entered the Tokyo Dome, the scene of the cherry blossoms was captured by a passerby and posted online.

One stone stirred up thousands of waves, and the "Sakura God Cult" was established.

However, the police are also very busy with official work, and after pulling up the contact group on LINE, there is no activity.

After recognizing the idol Sakura as the girl from that day, she has completely become an amateur star chasing group, and even checks in to swipe tickets for the website every day despite her busy schedule.

This time I heard that Takagi met Yamabuki Sakura on Mika TV, and immediately called to ask for an autograph.

Takagi Wataru knew about these things, but he couldn't say them.

After hesitating, he finally said: "Otherwise, can I just write "To the Sakuras" in the title? "

Yamabuki Sakura readily agreed, and after finishing writing, she drew a small cherry blossom on it and handed it over: "I hope you will also be in good health. Thank you for your contribution to protecting the safety of the people!"

In a corner where no one noticed, she seriously saluted the police officer in front of her.

That kind of sincerity without any falsehood is the most touching.

"...Is this an idol?"

Sakura Yamabuki returned to the hotel she had booked, and lay down on the bed in a daze after eating.

She lay looking at the ceiling for a while, then sat up abruptly, frantically picked up her phone, and searched for Naoko's name online.

Several hours have passed since the incident happened, and in a well-informed place like Mihua TV, several reports of "idols attacking producers" have been published.

One of the most viewed stories ended with:

"Fortunately, no one died in this incident. But we should reflect on whether our showbiz has been out of control for too long?"

Sakura Yamabuki read the report several times and logged on to Twitter.

The operation of Mori Club is warming up very well. Some fans know that she will come to Mihua Town to record a program today. After learning about the attack, the Twitter screen has been flooded with anxious greetings.

So after the statement on Morisha's official account, Yamabuki Sakura also sent a message to report safety.

Within a few minutes of posting it, there were hundreds of likes and retweets.

Sakura Yamabuki glanced at it casually, and then switched to the private message interface.The mailbox is already bursting with mostly friendly messages.

These will be endless for a while.

When she was about to cut out, the interface suddenly refreshed, and a new private message popped up.

It was a long nickname in Russian, and the head was a white Cossack cap.

Sakura Yamabuki remembered almost immediately the foreign fan she had met.

"Mr. Feo hasn't returned home..."

She clicked in and took a look.

The private message only has two texts and a picture:

"The publication commemoration of "Unfortunate Atali" will be held at the ▇▇ building at x:x tomorrow. At that time, a signed version of the author Mr. BEAST666 will be presented randomly."

"Xiaoka Doll Photo.jpg"

The last one should be typed by Mr. Feio himself:

"I saw it by accident on the Internet. If you happen to be in Tokyo, you can go and have a look."

Sakura Yamabuki sat up from the bed.

After six o'clock in the afternoon, it was almost dark.

After enjoying themselves all afternoon, Yuanzi and his group were ready to go back, but due to too many people, they called a taxi in addition to Dr. Ali's car.

The taxi driver is very serious and responsible. During the peak traffic flow in the evening, he has been turning on the radio in the car to pay attention to the road conditions.

Mitsuhiko asked curiously: "Uncle, is this really useful? My father was blocked on the road several times before he heard the traffic report."

"Talk is better than nothing." The driver smiled.

At exactly this time the radio broadcast:

"...Dear drivers on the 〇〇 line, please pay attention. We have just been notified that a gas leak explosion occurred in the ▇▇ building. Please try to detour as much as possible."

"Repeat, something happened in the ▇▇ building..."

Yuanzi looked around and exclaimed: "The 〇〇 line, isn't it our current road?"

The driver said: "Don't worry, there is still a fork in front of the ▇▇ building, we can just take a detour."

Xiaolan thought for a while: "I remember that the ▇▇ building is an office building owned by the Book Publishing House. Why is there a gas leak?"

"I heard that there will be a commemorative meeting tomorrow, maybe there is something wrong with the preparation of the venue."

Xiao Lan said: "It's possible."

▇▇The building did blow up, but not because of a gas leak.

▇▇The building is located at the junction of Mihua Town and other districts.

To be more specific, it is the neighbor of the Tokyo Metropolitan High School of Curse Arts.

When Yifang Accelerator came to visit this afternoon, Xia Youjie had planned well, inviting the two of them to the playground and asking them to discuss politely.

It's a beautiful idea, but it can't be realized at all.

How can a small playground be enough for playing?

Gojo Satoru's technique "no lower limit", its principle is equivalent to dividing the infinite distance by half.

When his spell is activated, the distance between others and him will always have a fractional distance with an infinite denominator, and they will never be able to touch him.

And Accelerator's "Vector Control" can freely manipulate all energy directions such as thermal energy and electrical energy, and reflect all physical attacks.

This directly led to the two confronting each other for a while, only to find that they couldn't hit each other.

The extremely similar ability effects even created an illusion of "I hit myself".

Gojo Satoru wanted enough to stop, but Accelerator fought more and more vigorously. He laughed wildly while exploding, and couldn't hear clearly when he was talking or shouting.

The battlefield continued to shift and expand, and the back mountain of the mantra height was not enough to play, and finally it was the turn of the newly built building in the neighboring area to suffer.

Xia Youjie tried to stop it at first, but then gave up when he found it was ineffective.

Xia Youjie even felt a sense of relief in his heart when the building in the neighborhood that had not been built for a long time was slowly collapsing:

When the developer chose an address near Mangao, he should have thought of this day.

When you say "茈", I have a reflex.

The two white hairs fought to the edge of the universe, and even the Dao was wiped out.

When Sakura Yamabuki arrived on a bicycle, Gojo Satoru and Accelerator were floating in the sky.

The banner "Celebrating the [-]th Anniversary of the Unlucky Atari" was blasted to half, the protagonist Atali's witch hat was blown off, and Xiaoka was lying on the ground in a miserable state , beyond recognition.

Sakura Yamabuki: "..."

Misfortune came too suddenly.

Sakura Yamabuki dared to say that the sum of the misfortunes she has encountered in her life is not half as much as it is today.

It was Gojo Satoru who stopped first.

When Accelerator was wondering why his opponent was not moving, he saw Wujo Wuzheng cast his eyes on the ground and didn't know what he was looking at.

Accelerator followed his gaze and looked down.

Looking down from the sky, a pink-haired villain first ran to the front of the banner, trying to send the celebration banner back.

But obviously because she was not tall enough, she tried to stand on tiptoe for a long time without success.

Instead, he took off the beret on his head and put it on the Atali stand whose hat was blown off.

Then the villain lifted the "caterpillar" on the ground to stand up, took out a handkerchief from his arms, and wiped it desperately.

Many places on the stand were not dust, but were scratched by splashed gravel fragments, and no matter how much they were rubbed, they could not be restored to their original state.

The pink-haired villain wiped it with a handkerchief many times, but it didn't work.

Finally, she stopped for a while, lowered her head while holding the stand, and did not move.

His shoulders twitched, most likely he was crying.

"what happened……"

Gojo Wu subconsciously wants to go down, but Xia Youjie who has been beside him is faster than him. The bird-shaped mantra spread its wings and swooped down, let out a long cry, and quickly headed towards the ground.

A sense of urgency welled up in my heart.

"Jie, don't sneak away!"

Gojo Satoru stopped fighting, didn't even look at one side, and rushed down after each other.

Accelerator couldn't figure out the current situation, and shouted down: "Hey! What the hell are you doing!"

boom -

As soon as his words fell, a thunder flash across the clouds, instantly illuminating the sky and the earth as clearly as day.

Accelerator had to be forced to land.

The wind howled, thunder and lightning flashed.

It's going to be a lot of rain.

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