me, the protagonist

In the end, Matsuda failed to realize his dream.

The nuclear bomb created by heaven is real, so it will really explode.

After being reminded of this point, except for Matsuda himself, almost everyone in the audience looked at Matsuda who was still unwavering and walking towards the warhead with somewhat frightened eyes.

Fyodor's pale and delicate face did not fluctuate much, but from the speed at which the huge warhead disappeared in an instant, one could probably know what he was thinking.

"Uh...do you want to take a break, everyone?"

Grasping this moment, Sakura Yamabuki tapped on the table, and several drinks and sliced ​​strawberry cake popped out of it, taking pictures according to each person's position.

The triangular cake served on a white plate reveals the slightly burnt cake base and white cream, and the top is dotted with ruddy strawberries, and the sweet smell spreads quickly in the air.

The cups next to the cake plates are different.Toru Amuro saw the mugs she used to use when she was working in a coffee shop, and guessed that she probably copied the mugs used by other people in her memory.

"Kikufu!"

Teen emotions come and go quickly.Seeing the white and tender glutinous rice balls on the plate, Gojo Satoru whistled, walked over happily and sat down.

Xia Youjie was not too fond of desserts, so he sat down and took a sip of tea.

After this start, the rest of the people, no matter what they were thinking in their hearts, on the surface, they all sat down one after another, pressing their cups.

"I'm Gojo Satoru, and this is Xia Youjie. Both of us are from the Tokyo Prefectural High School...you know that it's for cultivating conjurers, right?"

As soon as everyone sat down firmly, Gojo Satoru raised his hand first, and gave a brief introduction very quickly.He and Xia Youjie were relatively under psychological pressure, because their identities had already been exposed by Sakura Yamabuki before coming here.

There were not many people present who had heard the word "curse", and Gojo Satoru obviously didn't care whether others understood or not, he lazily leaned back on the chair and concentrated on eating Kikufu on the plate.

It’s not every day that there is unlimited refills for desserts. If it wasn’t for the bad signal, he would like to search the Internet for some new products that he hasn’t had time to buy yet, and try to make one here.

His image was very similar to Osamu Dazai a few hours ago, and Fyodor, who was sitting on the other side of Gojo Satoru, moved away from him calmly.

Xia Youjie took over the conversation and roughly explained some concepts of the "magic world".People in other worlds were a little curious, but this is not the main topic today, so I let it go after a little explanation.

Hagiwara Kenji and Matsuda Jinpei also introduced naturally. Yamabuki Sakura was not too surprised when she met them at the bomb site for the first time.

——In fact, she also considered before, whether it is too hard-core to set the identity of the role of the daily radio series as the police of the explosive, explosive, and object handling class.

Hearing that they were seconded by Yokohama along with the team, Nakahara gave Amuro Toru a look.

That look means: write it down and go back and look it up.

Nakahara doesn't like Amuro, but he recognizes the ability of the other party, and he also investigated the background information in detail before Amuro joined the job. In this case, he is a relatively credible person.

however.

This competent subordinate with proficient professional skills and superb physical skills ignored his eyes expressionlessly, and then spoke forcefully in the next second:

"Rei Fuburiya, a Japanese police officer on duty."

"Yeah, senior is a policeman." Yamabuki Sakura nodded while holding the cup in both hands: "...Police?!"

Isn't he an inspiring young man who left his hometown alone, dropped out of school early and worked many odd jobs to support his family?

Why did you even change your name?Is this allowed by law?

As soon as he said a word, not to mention the uproar of the audience, there were two people who were shocked.Yamabuki Sakura gulped down the hot cocoa, sticking out her tongue from the heat.

Nakahara Chuya's reaction was not so exaggerated. His hands that were originally flat on his knees were tightly clenched, and his pupils constricted.

How could such a situation happen, even though Toru Amuro's background had been investigated beforehand?If he hadn't said it himself today, the port mafia wouldn't know how long it would take to find out.

Chu also quickly went through several agencies in his mind, trying to find out which department under the police could make a fake identity enough to deceive the organization's intelligence department.

From the moment he heard that they wanted to get to know each other again, Jiang Gu Ling was ready to tell the whole story.

Lying when others can easily see it is a terrible choice, and it will only affect the level of trust others have in you.

What's more, when the world god appeared and the concept of time and space was messed up, those factions and conflicts of interests that were extremely firm in daily life seemed not so important.

It's like a movie in which good and bad villains will work together to tide over the difficulties when the end of the world comes.Since everyone does not want to repeat the same period of time, it is more efficient to meet and help each other frankly at this time——

And so on, the above are just rhetoric used to run the mafia.

Toru Amuro, or Furutani Rei's true inner activities are closer to that even if the Titanic hits an iceberg, he would first kick down the mafia that endangered Japan.Even if everyone falls into the water, it is only a matter of time.

Do you really hate it that much?

Really.

Jiang Gu Ling's targeted self-introduction just finished, and he fired non-stop to the person who was his boss for a second. The scene was logically correct, but it sounded yin and yang.

Zhong Yuanzhong is not stupid, he can hear it, but he has not been squeezed in the workplace.

Compared with this advanced yin and yang technique, Osamu Dazai's way of talking back and forth while holding on to a few fixed points is like arguing among elementary school students.

Jiang Guling travels to and from several workplaces every day, and he is proficient in interpersonal communication in the workplace.When he finished speaking, Chuya's face was so gloomy that water could drip.

Nakahara Chuya had only one thought in his mind: Should he follow his heart and get rid of Toru Amuro right here?

When he was thinking about this matter, Matsuda Jinhei had carefully compared the gap between him and Jiang Gu's kung fu in his heart, and decided very flexibly that the conflict between the two should be resolved by fighting in the future.

I haven't seen you for a few years. Did you go to the Golden Microphone Training Course?

Hagiwara Kenji also wants to go.

【puff. 】

"That..." Yamabuki Sakura was at a loss while holding the cup, she obviously felt that the atmosphere was not right, Nakahara Chuya looked like she could overturn the table in the next second.

"Maybe Mr. Zhongyuan is not feeling well." After Jiang Guling fired the cannon, he thoughtfully handed over ice water: "Is it really hot? Have some of this."

Yamabuki Sakura swallowed, and nodded before she could react too much: "Senior...is actually a policeman, so "Amuro Toru" is a pseudonym for disguise? "

"That's true," Toru Amuro lowered his eyes a little to make an apologetic expression, his gray-blue pupils were still watching other people's expressions from the corner of his vision: "I'm sorry, Yamabuki."

This kind of caution has become a habit, and it makes him feel a little uncomfortable to say everything directly like this.

After listening to his words, Sakura Yamabuki thought for a while, then suddenly smiled: "That's great!"

Amuro was stunned for a moment, but didn't react.

She was a little proud: "Fortunately, when calling seniors, they don't add their surnames, so even if seniors change their names, it won't make me call them wrong."

【...Is your focus too strange? 】

"No way," Sakura Yamabuki retorted, "Names are very important. Yuka and the others would even think about nicknames all day long, writing down the alternative names on the blackboard and crossing them out carefully to select them!"

"What are high school students doing all day long..."

Zhong Ye, who had never been to high school, rubbed his head irritably. He couldn't understand this kind of brain circuit at all without the three years of education experience in social institutions.

Gojo Satoru was also shocked, he thought that the flowers are still the ones you play, and immediately patted Xia Youjie on the shoulder not to be outdone: "Bangs."

Xia Youjie smiled and raised his fist to him, meaning "I will beat you to death here today".

"But I really didn't realize at all that Senior was actually a policeman or something."

Sakura Yamabuki walked around Toru Amuro twice, looking at the handsome young man from the beginning to the end, as if she had discovered a new land, as if she had known him all over again: "It's amazing, it's completely different from the police in my impression!"

Anyone who has watched "Sakura Yamabuki's Daily Broadcast" knows what she is referring to.

It is the kind of daily policeman who often patrols on bicycles, and will come down to tease stray cats on the road. The rhythm of life is perfectly integrated with the daily routine.

It's obviously the same profession, but the treatment is very different because of the different studios.

"Yamabuki, that's it." Facing the sympathetic gazes around him, Furutani Rei had no choice but to explain: "There are also different types of police. The one you mentioned is the security police. In addition, there are traffic police and criminal police. ..."

He explained slowly and carefully.

Because it has been a long time since he was allowed to repeat the word "policeman" so many times in front of people like today.

When he was an undercover agent in the organization, and when he was pretending to be an ordinary person, he mentioned this word in various tones, but none of them were like today. Be proud of your profession and speak out.

He is used to walking in the dark, where he has to hide the light to move forward.

Where there is no way forward, if it just falls like this, no one will even know that this beam of light existed.

But now it is aboveboard and upright.

With this feeling for a long time, Furuya Zero ended the introduction:

"...So, those you saw, Yamabuki, are security police, I am a public security police, and Matsuda and Hagiwara are EOD police."

Yamabuki Sakura: "...In short, he is a very powerful policeman, right, I understand!"

"It's not wrong to say that, I'm sorry to deceive you." Jiang Gu Ling pursed his lower lip and grinned.He went on to say: "Speaking of which, Yamabuki you said "undercover" before, right?That is how the matter? "

As a policeman, this kind of question is very logical.

It's so cool.

"Senior said that," Yamabuki Sakura also remembered: "Because everyone thought it was normal to jump five meters high before, I was worried that someone who did not belong to this world came in, so..."

Because the setting of each world is different, it is extremely rare that those with a strong setting can realize the truth of how the world works without any external inspiration.

At this time, different people have different choices.

Some people just go back to live their lives indifferently, and those who are militant may be eager to try to kill the gods, and there are also situations where they feel disheartened and feel that everything is meaningless and plan to destroy the world.

There are also people who hide their identities and go to other worlds out of curiosity.

But it is difficult for people who travel through the world to realize the abnormality in themselves, which will disturb the logic of other worlds.

"I heard that after a witch went to the daily show, she flew up on a broom as soon as the green light came on. That world can only become a magical world later on."

Yamabuki Sakura had lingering fears: "I may not be malicious, but this kind of thing is really fatal to us."

Qi Mu didn't complain this time, he finished his coffee jelly and ordered another cup.

Although it turned out that it was an undercover case involving all the staff, she was willing to take pains to investigate in the host world, which is very admirable.

"So that's how it is." Furutani Zero nodded thoughtfully, and then changed the subject: "But Yamabuki, have you ever doubted Mr. "Nakahara Chuya"? "

Yamabuki Sakura: "Huh?"

Looking at her puzzled expression, Furutani Rei was also a little puzzled: "Using this kind of name that is obviously a code name, and blatantly flaunting it everywhere, Yamabuki, haven't you noticed something is wrong?"

"Enough is enough."

Nakahara Chuya's endurance tank was finally empty. He stood up and showed a smile full of martial arts: "Did you use up your brain when you were undercover, do you need me to help you fix it?"

Matsuda Jinpei also stood up and stood between the two of them.The scene is tense and the smell of gunpowder is very strong.

"Is this your real name?" Hagiwara saw that Nakahara Chuya's expression didn't look like a fake. Although he thought it was impossible, he still asked tentatively: "Could it be that your father is a fan of the poet Nakahara Chuya, so he chose this name?"

"what?!"

""Poet Nakahara Chuya"..." Osamu Dazai smiled and nodded with satisfaction: "Yeah, it's an excellent joke that I'll get up and laugh before I lie down after hearing it after I die. "

Xia Youjie felt that things were getting weird: "Aren't you a fan of Mr. Zhong Yuan? But your ID name is "Today's Snow Snow"? "

The Chinese textbook included the poem "In the Dirty Sorrow". It took three lessons just to appreciate and analyze the night moth, and it was also required to read the full text and recite it. I just finished the exam in the last semester.

Xia Youjie patted Gojo Wu, indicating that the baton of commentary was coming to the other side.

However, Wujo Wu raised his eyelids: "Oh, I didn't write any appreciation questions."

He complained confidently: "I'm not a mind-reader, so how do I know the meaning of the repeated words "油れっちまった悲しみは" repeated many times in the text? "

Gojo Satoru raised his chin at Nakahara Nakaya: "Didn't this guy call himself Nakahara Nakaya? Then you ask him, how many meanings does "snow" have in the poem?"As long as he can answer, I immediately recognize him as a great contemporary poet. "

Xia Youjie thought it made sense when he heard it, so the two of them looked at Zhongye together.

That kind of look is not easy to say, and there is no malice.It's just that there is a bit of a creepy feeling in the thirst for knowledge.

Commonly known as student resentment.

"What the hell are you talking about!" Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't stand it: "How do you know my supernatural power?"

Xia Youjie: "You mean superpowers? We don't know, because your ID is "Today's Snow Snow" so we guessed this song. "

"Then what happened!"

Gojo Wu: "That's the first line of the poem, even I can recite it."

He proudly showed off his back work.

""Dirty れつちまつた悲しみみに (in the filthy sadness)"

"今日も小雪の降りかかる (Today's fine snow, hanging and ready to fall)". "

"The writing is quite good... No!" Zhongyuan Zhongya came back to his senses: "I have to say it several times that I have never written this thing. "Zhongyuan Zhongye" is my real name, and "Dirty Sorrow" is my other name. The name of the ability! "

He would use the ID "Xiaoxue today", because it really snowed that day, wouldn't he feel a little bit in his heart? !

Can't the mafia have emotional moments? !

[It is indeed possible, and it is indeed possible. 】

Saiki Kusuo was delighted.

That's right, he stayed here until now just to see this scene.

[Add an explanation: This kind Mr. Hat is indeed called Nakahara Chuya, and his ability is called "Dirty Sorrow".The relationship with that poet "Nakahara Chuya"...is it probably a parallel universe of the same person? 】

[Mr. Nakahara, "Nakahara Chuya" is a star poet in the Japanese poetry circle in some worlds. "Dirty Sorrow" is the representative work of the poet Chuya Nakahara, and his name has become a household name because it was included in Chinese textbooks. 】

……

?

In the huge silence, both sides slowly issued a question mark.

Furutani Rei: "Then this "Dazai Osamu" also...? "

【Um.Dazai Osamu, Akutagawa Ryunosuke, Natsume Soseki, Ozaki Koyo, etc... Ah, by the way, Ozaki Koyo in this world is a woman. 】

Central Plains also had a bad feeling: "What does this "by the way" mean? "

[Because in many worlds, the writer "Ozaki Koyo" is a man.The masterpiece "Golden Yaksha" describes the story of the protagonist who lost his fiancée due to money to take revenge on the society.I have read it and it is very well written. 】

Zhong Yuanzhong was also completely speechless.

[In the "Traditional Literature" section of the bookstore, there are several shelves of your works, and only a layer of confusion is stacked on top of them. If you browse around, you should be able to see many names you are familiar with. 】

Saiki Kusuo's tone revealed a trace of rejoicing: [Fortunately, you don't go to the bookstore very often, it really helps a lot. 】

silence.

Nothing but silence.

"But I didn't see a familiar name in Sakura-chan's textbook?"

Osamu Dazai said abruptly, he used to be a valuable teacher of Sakura Yamabuki's ten subjects, and he clearly remembered that there was nothing wrong with Sakura Yamabuki's Chinese textbook.

Saiki Kusuo: [It's normal, there is no such thing as Minecraft. 】

Some daily fans seem to pay little attention to this kind of place, but the supporting facilities of the combat fan are more complete.

"Then," Osamu Dazai paused, "Is "No Longer Human" also a poem?Has it been included in the textbook? "

【... quickly adapted to the status quo and began to make meaningless comparisons. 】

"That's not true," Kenji Hagiwara tried hard to recall, ""No Longer Human" is a novella, so it shouldn't be in the textbook, right?"

He asked his companion for affirmation, and Matsuda nodded.

"Eh——" Dazai's brows and eyes drooped, and he elongated his tone like a disappointed child: "Then, what kind of novel is No Place in the World? What is it about?"

"Uh," this really asked Hagiwara, and he could only say, "Sorry, I haven't read it."

Matsuda: "I haven't read it because it's so gloomy and disgusting."

"I seem to have seen it before," Xia Youjie recalled carefully choosing the words: "I remember the first sentence at the beginning of the article is: "My life is full of shameful things.""

Nakahara Chuya: ...

He found himself not surprised at all.

Nakahara Chuya: "No matter which world you are in, you are terribly gloomy!"

As expected of you.

Osamu Dazai: ...

A concept that will never come down.

The scene was a little embarrassing for a while.

"Okay." After a brief shock, Dazai Osamu changed the subject very naturally, and he clapped his hands: "The last one left, please introduce yourself."

Fyodor, who kept silent and actually had his three views shattered by the impact, paused for a moment, and calmly reported his full name:

"Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky, a person with supernatural powers."

[Jia Zan is wanted worldwide. 】

Qi Mu added in his heart.

"Mr. Fyodor, it's an honor to meet you."

After Dostoevsky, the author of the world famous book "Crime and Punishment" and the novelist known as "the interrogator of the human soul", gave his full name, the reaction of the people present was very dull.

——Because no one remembers the full name of this famous writer.

Xia Youjie felt a little familiar, but he mainly dabbled in the traditional literature of his country, and he had only heard a little about "Crime and Punishment", let alone memorized the author's full name.

But it didn't matter, Fyodor was determined to search his name on Wikipedia after he got out.

[Correct judgment. 】

After a round of self-introduction, everyone sat back in their seats.

After understanding that everyone has their own identities, what should I say?

After being honest with each other, not only did the scene of mutual understanding and support that God expected did not appear, but the strange estrangement deepened instead.

"The old hatred is still there, and there is a new hatred."

It is such a complicated society.

In the silence, Sakura Yamabuki thought of a brilliant idea, she clapped her hands:

"Okay! Let's hold a heart-to-heart meeting next!"

"Heart-to-heart meeting" is a kind of small-scale symposium where one can speak freely and express one's inner thoughts.It is intended to be a group activity that quickly brings people closer together (but it is usually useless because no one tells the truth at all).

"Everyone, let's talk about what you are worrying about right now," Sakura Yamabuki said sincerely, with bright eyes, "There are so many people here, maybe they can come up with a solution?"

"It's a little nerve-wracking," Dazai Osamu was quite distressed, resting his chin on the table, his soft cheeks were like glutinous rice cakes, and his voice was very drawn out: "Because I am optimistic and cheerful by nature, I don't have any troubles—ah But since Sakura-chan asked me to, I'll try to think about it~"

Sakura Yamabuki looked at him movedly: "Thank you so much, Mr. Dazai!"

"it's alright!"

Some people can't bear to watch this scene of "deep love between master and apprentice", while others stare desperately with their eyes open.

Ever since they knew that he was the literary giant "Osamu Dazai" in a certain sense, some people who had received normal Chinese education subconsciously avoided seeing him.

Who can stand a historical figure suddenly stepping out of the textbook, twisting and twisting in front of him and saying something that makes people want to complain? !

Xia Youjie looked at him, his eyes dazed.

"wanna die."

"I want to die when I think about writing a page on the psychological analysis of such a person in the exam."

"Is he considered a superpower?"

Xia Youjie felt for a moment that people with special abilities were probably just as bad.

He fell into contemplation of his outlook on life.

"I thought about it, but I don't know if it's appropriate to say it here,"

The young man sat up, his brows and eyes were reflected by the scattered light spots, he was gentle and handsome, and even his tone of voice became relaxed and gentle: "Because it's not a big deal~"

The moment he spoke, a shadow cast over his expression:

"Why do you think people should live?"

--heavy.

The normal people present were speechless.

Isn't it super heavy? !

Can anyone here really answer this question?

【You and the "interrogator of the soul" Fyodor and Mr. Fio must have a lot in common. 】

Anyway weird stereotype deepened!

"Ms. Dazai's troubles are really magnificent." Sakura Yamabuki nodded seriously.

Should this kind of place use "magnificence"?

The Central Plains doesn't know either.

What drove him madder was that he couldn't tell whether he was just going to complain about these points, or because he knew that he might be a (great) poet and couldn't help paying attention to other people's words.

"Calm down, Chuya Nakahara, your job is the port mafia, don't think about anything else!"

But what if, what if he did have a talent for literature?

Uh, think back to the snowy scenery that day, if the writing is longer, what should be added after "today's fine snow"...

Without anyone knowing, Zhongyuan Zhong also folded his shoulders and closed his eyes, frowning, and conceived the first poem in his life with a serious expression.

Osamu Dazai's troubles in life have not been answered. After Sakura Yamabuki asked around, she decided to put this question aside for the time being:

"Then let me tell you about my troubles."

"Shanbuki, do you...have troubles too?" Xia Youjie didn't quite believe it.

"Yeah." Yamabuki Sakura nodded with a serious expression, she folded her hands and supported her chin, restraining her smile:

"Actually, during the rainy weather, I have to comb my hair for a long time every morning." Because there is too much moisture in the air, no matter how long I blow my hair before going out, it will collapse immediately after going out for a minute. "

"Although spring is my birthday, I actually have hay fever,"

She covered her face in pain: "In April, I often sneezed and sneezed, causing my hair color to fade to light pink. But because of birthday parties and the like, there will be so many activities that explode, I am really worried that people will see the light pink. Pink hair, why don't I have white or silver hair so I don't have to worry about it..."

Except for Dazai Osamu who nodded from time to time and occasionally echoed, the rest of the people entered a state of temporary aphasia.

Someone began to look at Yamabuki Sakura's hair seriously, but nothing was wrong:

Each strand of hair is smooth and shiny, almost like the long hair of a legendary elf.It can only be seen under the filter of puberty, and there is a problem everywhere.

...These two worries are too extreme, right?Can you teachers and students balance things out a bit before coming to the heart-to-heart talks with ordinary people?

However, this kind of situation with many slots makes it easy for people to relax their guard.

People's mentality is a bit strange. When others show their good side, they will want to compare.But when others are bad, there is a high probability that they want to compare bad.

Driven by this evil and chaotic atmosphere, Jiang Gu Ling spoke:

"There is a city with a good fiscal and taxation situation, but the city government's financial situation has been declining due to force majeure."

"Among them there is an organization that is playing tricks. They always smuggle and smuggle some profiteering products, and never pay taxes. How can we make them pay taxes legally? Ah, or take measures to eliminate this organization."

[The pertinence is too obvious, right?Mr. Chuya is staring at you. 】

"At the beginning, I chose the current major with the mentality that the strong should protect the weak. Something happened last year, which made me doubt whether the weak are worth protecting."

"But just now I was thinking again, maybe the strong are not all good people. Now I really want to exterminate human beings, how do I adjust this mentality?"

[I have already called the police for this kind of dangerous speech. 】

"I hope that when I use the inversion technique, I can also block the pain sensation. Although there was "no lower limit" in the past, it couldn't be turned on all the time, so I often got tooth decay when I didn't bother to brush my teeth at night. "

"It's nice to be able to grow new teeth after learning the inversion technique, but it really hurts when you push out the decayed teeth."

[You say who knows this! 】

"I want to dismantle the nuclear bomb."

【...I advise you to give up this idea as soon as possible. 】

"Oh," Fyodor sneered, and he scanned the audience: "This is a human being, who sins deeply but does not know how to repent, and is extremely stupid."

The rest of the people looked at each other, and someone asked him, "Do you believe in Christianity? But I don't believe in it. You can't impose your belief on the whole world?"

"Does that religious belief talk about "original sin" or something like that, so if you don't believe in it, you are not guilty?Have you read too much "Crime and Punishment" written by that what-what-sky? "

"I think what you said makes sense. Do you have any ideas on how to eliminate the Mafia?"

"The port mafia is the guardian of Yokohama... bastard Dazai, give me back the strawberries on the cake, that's the soul of the strawberry cake!"

"Isn't the recent song "CHASE!" very popular? I want to sing it at the sorority after I learn it, but I can't get up to the middle high note after practicing a few times. Sakura, can you guide me?"

"of course can!"

"Isn't that a girl idol song? Are you a pervert?!"

"Actually, I can also sing "Floating Time" and "Rice After Curry". The last time you were away, I was very popular, huh?"

……

Some people already don't know what they are talking about.

This is a process of gradual dementia, and the chaos and evil of human beings are undoubtedly revealed at this moment.

Saiki Kusuo really thought it was worth the fare.

God, thank you for your wonderful offer.

A field manager is looking for the contestant Yamabuki Sakura in the background.

The competition gradually came to an end. After the speech by the special guest detective Kogoro, it was the award ceremony.

Judging from the current score situation, the player Yamabuki Sakura will undoubtedly come out on top.

This manager is a fan of Sakura Yamabuki, so even if he feels something is wrong—for example, why did everyone gather in front of the TV to watch the news that the seasoning mayor grew a huge broccoli; why did Academy City’s channel Sea World Expedition popped up -- all overshadowed by self-propelled imminent championship glee.

There were contestants preparing to return one after another in the background, and many of them already knew the result, but this time they could show their faces on various Internet and TV channels, and they also felt that it was worthwhile to participate once.

The field staff went one by one in order, and most of the rest rooms and dressing rooms were empty.

When he walked to the prop storage room, the door opened before him.

What came out was a girl idol with long pink hair. She was still wearing a karaoke suit, and the brass medal on the brim of her hat shone like it was under the bright flashlight a few hours ago.

In an instant, the thoughts of the stage management were brought back to the performance that made the fans' blood boil.He suppressed the excitement in his heart, and said to Yamabuki Sakura:

"Miss Yamabuki, it's time to prepare for the final awards ceremony... You should be the champion, and you may have to do the final finishing performance at that time."

The beautiful girl idol opened her mouth, but no sound came out.So she crossed her hands in front of her, stood up straight with her legs together, and bowed slightly as a gesture of gratitude.

Field manager: "Ah... you're welcome, you're welcome, you should."

Sakura Yamabuki smiled and nodded obediently.Immediately afterwards, the left hand held something empty, and after turning the right hand twice on it, the left hand was stretched out in front of the mouth, and the head was raised.

Under the bewildered eyes of the field manager, she persevered in doing this set of movements three times, and finally succeeded in reminding the other party of her original intention.

"You want to drink water, right? Wait a minute."

The field manager hurriedly took out an unopened bottle of mineral water from the opposite storage room.

Sakura Yamabuki unscrewed it and took a bite, finally able to make a sound.

She said, "Thank you."

The voice is slightly hoarse.

This is how many times I have practiced singing in it.

The field manager was stunned for a moment, and moved: "It's okay, you can go."

Sakura Yamabuki nodded, and turned to the backstage with an impeccable smile.

The field manager stood there, watching her move around the corner with great emotion, until the girl disappeared into the corridor.

He didn't see Sakura Yamabuki turning the next second, and immediately unscrewed the bottle cap and drank the whole bottle of mineral water without panting:

"...I thought I was going to die of thirst today."

Now that the players have been found, the field manager is also preparing to leave.

But just as he turned around, the door of the item storage room was opened again.

This time, it was Osamu Dazai from the Armed Detective Agency who caught him.

The field manager recognized him, and the other party was a security consultant invited by the organizing committee from the Armed Detective Agency.There is a kind of calm temperament in the whole person, and he is a beautiful young man who makes people feel relaxed just by looking at him.

But, what are Dazai-san and Sakura-chan doing in the item storage room?

As soon as this question came to mind, the field manager saw that Mr. Dazai, who had always been elegant and upright, looked sleepy, and made a set of very familiar movements to the field manager.

Take water, twist the cap, drink water, chug chug...

"You want water, right?" The field manager was a little more confident this time, and took out another bottle of water with ease.

Osamu Dazai drank half of the bottle in one gulp, said "thank you" to him, and left.

Hoarseness.

The field handlers started to feel like something wasn't quite right.

He didn't leave immediately, but stood there and stared suspiciously at the door of the props room for two or three seconds.

Nothing happened.

The field manager was relieved, and when he was about to leave again, his arm was caught by a black glove.

Mr. Zhongyuan came out from the inside and pulled him directly, looking exhausted, he didn't even twist the cap of the bottle with water, he just put his hand to his mouth and gurgled.

Field manager: "...the water is coming."

"...Come back to life." Zhong Yuanzhong also drank the whole bottle, and patted the shoulder of the field manager: "Thank you."

The voice was terribly hoarse.

Mr. Nakahara also left.

The scene manager looked at the back of him leaving, then looked at the unpacked mineral water and the door of the prop storage room with only a crack left, hesitated for a moment, and pulled out the remaining mineral water.

When the high school student with silver hair of 1.9 meters came out, the dumb language had just reached the point of "taking water", and the person in front of him seemed to be able to read minds:

"I want water, right?"

The big white cat's eyes widened in shock.

"Could it be a mind-reading superpower?"

……

If the field manager still has doubts when the fourth bottle of water is distributed, he will already feel numb when the sixth and seventh bottles are distributed.

What are these people doing in the prop storage room?Speaking of which, is this room that big? Don't they feel crowded in it at the same time?

The field manager sincerely suspected that this was an arbitrary door connecting the Sahara Desert.

Sakura Yamabuki hurried to the backstage. After leaving, she went to the vending machine to buy several bottles of water. In order to maintain her image, she hid in the lounge and finished drinking before leaving.

She no longer remembers what she said in the "heart-to-heart meeting", but only remembers the dancing of demons and thirst.

The makeup artist finished her makeup, patted her on the shoulder affectionately, and smiled like a flower: "Go, Sakura."

Concubine Bofang Zhenhe