Chapter 335 The Bizarre Adventure of Masato Nanijou (8)
“This...is this the news broadcast room?”
Looking up for a while at the scrolling ring screen above, Nanjou Masato looked around curiously.
This is obviously a studio similar to a news program. The space is much smaller than the variety show studio just now. There is only a table in front of the camera, and a civet cat in a suit is taking pictures of the table. Yelling something into the camera.
Shichijo Masato looked at the air aside and asked: "What is it talking about?"
Qian Xiaoyi's voice came: "I don't know, I don't understand, but it's not important. You, go and change the guy later."
"Me again?" Masato Shichijou was already a little nervous Angry: "Can you stop ordering me like a subordinate? I have to do everything, so what do you do?"
Qian Xiaoyi said nonchalantly: "Okay, then. Let’s go back now. I will take you away from here safely. This is not my family’s property anyway. Whatever happens here has nothing to do with me. You don’t need to trace the darkness of the TV station anymore. Everyone is safe. In the end, you all Is it okay to be completely kicked out of the decision-making team?"
"...I understand." Masato Shichijo sighed: "You are right, this is my business, I shouldn't. I blamed you wrongly, I'm sorry."
"As long as you understand, I accept your apology." Qian Xiaoyi nodded while holding his chest.
Only Heita Inuyama looked at Masato Nanijou with pity: This guy was completely taken advantage of by Brother Oto and didn’t realize it...
After they waited for a while, it seemed that it was entering the commercial break, and the civet cat news anchor jumped down I got up the chair and ran to the side. The background of the screen wall behind me also changed, from the blue common in news channels to bright red.
At this time, in the corner of the studio, another civet cat was tied up with ink pipe thread and hung on the ceiling lamp. No civet cat noticed it, and Masato Shichijou, who replaced the civet cat, sorted out He lifted his collar, came to the camera, and sat on the chair.
The moment he sat down, he felt his body stiffen, and he let out strange babbling screams uncontrollably, as if he was no longer a person, but just a human trumpet, ruthless He let out a cry that even he found unpleasant. Countless messages passed through his mind, but nothing could be left behind.
About a few minutes later, he felt himself being lifted up and sent to the side.
"How are you doing? Are you feeling better?" Qian Xiaoyi and Inuyama Heita looked at him with strange expressions.
"I...what did I just say?" Masato Shichijo asked, covering his head: "Why don't I remember anything?"
"It's better that you don't know. "Qian Xiaoyi said: "It's so shameful. I'm embarrassed to repeat it again, but thanks to you, we understand this. What is the content of the news?"
Inuyama Heita also nodded: "You never want to know what you said."
The two said so. Masato became more curious and said angrily: "What on earth is it! Can't you reveal it a little bit?"
Qian Xiaoyi patted him on the shoulder and said: "Anyway, he said something super stupid with a serious expression... Pfft~"
"What are you laughing at! It's so irritating!" Qi Tiao Masato was angry: "It's getting more and more curious!"
Qian Xiaoyi said: "I'm a professional, and I usually don't laugh unless I can't help it... Pfft~ Hahaha, I'm sorry, I suddenly thought of something funny..."
Until In the end, Qian Xiaoyi didn't even tell him what Qijiao Masato said.
Before leaving the room, Qian Xiaoyi looked back and thought: "If the studio over there is used to spread 'panic', then this place is used to spread 'stand' place, just like shaping a framework..."
Since the layout here is different from when they first arrived, they don't know where the next room will lead. After they opened the door, a silent stage filled with gorgeous lights appeared in front of them. On the stage were several puppets wearing beautiful skirts, dancing stiffly and strangely under the control of silk threads descending from the sky. .
"You won't let me go up and dance later, will you?" Masato Shichijo stared at Qian Xiaoyi with a very ugly expression.
Qian Xiaoyi said funnyly: "I don't want to see a man like you dance, but if you want to dance on your own, I have no objection."
Shichijo Masato said angrily: " No way!”
Qian Xiaoyi looked at the golden powder slowly floating into the air from the wallet on the seat, and said: "The meaning of existence here is easy to guess. It is a place specially designed to absorb money and desire. Even if you don't need to go up and dance, , I can also know what this place is for.”
Inuyama Heita said: "But it's a little different from before. The two previous places were places for disseminating different information, and this is for requesting."
Qian Xiaoyi nodded: "Yes, this is the key we are looking for. Here we are, we completely ignored this place when we came last time, but were attracted by the huge The scent of the civet cat attracted me. After I went back, I thought about it carefully. Maybe the brighter the place, the more darkness is hidden. On the contrary, there is nothing visible in the places that are easily accessible, so this time we are not. If you want to see the alpha tanuki, go there instead!”
< br>He stretched out his hand and pointed upward. Inuyama Heita and Shichijo Masato looked up in the direction he was pointing, and found that the place he was pointing to was the top of the dolls' heads. It was an invisible end of light that controlled people. My silk thread came down from the light, and the golden powder went there.
"But how are we going to go up?" Masato Shichijo asked: "Are we going to fly up?"
Qian Xiaoyi shook his head. If he were in China, he could fly in the ghost realm by borrowing the power of gods or ancestors, but that wouldn't work here.
“I can’t do it here.” Qian Xiaoyi said: “But we have this.”
He took out an ink fountain and said: “Since the silk thread can hang from it , then maybe you can use something similar to pull us up, hold on tight."
Qian Xiaoyi pulled out a piece of ink pipe line from the ink pipe, and flicked it hard, the ink pipe line looked like. It's like an endless black snake, extending continuously until it reaches the top, and finally stretches straight.
"Okay, that's it. Let's go up and have a look." Qian Xiaoyi said.
He manipulated the ink pipe thread to tie them up, and then slowly ascended to the top of the stage.
It was fine at first, but halfway up, Qian Xiaoyi gradually felt an inexplicable resistance, which completely stopped their ascent. He frowned and said: "Trouble, it's up here There is a barrier and outsiders are not allowed to enter."
"What should we do?" Qijiao Zhengren grabbed the ink line with both hands and tried not to look down.
"Have you brought your wallet?" Qian Xiaoyi said: "I have thought of a way."
"Wallet?" Masato Shichijo didn't know why, so he took out his wallet and said: " How much do you want? I don’t have much cash with me today, only a few hundred thousand yen.”
With sharp eyes, Qian Xiaoyi took out a black gold credit card from his wallet and said, "With this thing, what cash do I need? It'll be ready soon. I just need the smell of money on it."
He blew lightly at the black gold card, and a huge amount of golden powder spewed out from it. The concentration was far more than the wallets in the audience. The golden powder enveloped them, and soon, they were I felt that my body was much lighter, and I was rising rapidly towards the light.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk…” Qian Xiaoyi sighed: “It’s still the power of money that works best.”
(End of this chapter)