Chapter 363 The Shadow of Reality (10)
"...That's what happened. I have visited many people in the past two years, and finally convinced some of them in the recent period to be willing to testify."< br>
On the stage, Tachibana Mio told the reporters in the audience the results of his own investigation during this period.
A reporter raised his hand and asked: "Miss Tachibana, why did you come forward? You are obviously not from Starlight Office, so you are not a victim, right? Is it just because you can't stand it? "
Tachibana Mio was silent for a while, and then said: "I ...I'm actually not that righteous. In fact, I did it for a friend... someone I know. We have a very good relationship in private. I did it for her before, but the more I investigated, the more I felt for Xingguang. I was angry at the darkness in the office, so I stood up.”
She didn't choose to make Usami Sakura's matter public, and the other party probably didn't want to tell her matter to the public, right?
The reporter asked again: "This is a very serious accusation, but what does this matter have to do with WTV? If it is just an infringement on its artists, is it just a private act of Starlight Agency? Then, right? Why did Mr. Shichijo conflict with Mr. Yamada, the president of WTV? "
The station manager sitting next to him was sweating coldly when he heard this. It was about to come. The scene he least wanted to see... Mr. Kamiyama, you Where have you gone? Are things really under control as you say?
"Of course it does matter." Masato Shichijo stood aside and said into his microphone: "Because at this press conference, I not only want to expose this small matter, but there is another matter. The highlight!”
There was buzzing discussion again, and everyone was a little tired. How many surprises do you want to give us, Mr. Shichijo? Is it just a trivial matter for a famous artist agency to infringe on its artists? If you follow what you said, this is not just one or two people, but hundreds of people!
At this time, in the lounge backstage, Lai Shan successfully watched the live broadcast on TV and sneered.
"Can't you help it? You're still too young." Laishan successfully sneered: "He does things regardless of the consequences, and just loves great achievements... Kid, after you say those words, you won't have any If there is any way out, you will either die or Damn it, do you really want to dig your own grave? In this case, I will be sorry for the old president..."
Before, after dragging those intruders into the illusion in the ghost realm, , he immediately withdrew and paid attention to the press conference outside.
He believes that even if the illusion cannot eliminate the invaders, it can at least delay it for a while. The press conference outside is the top priority now. He must always pay attention to it in case something happens. , this is his main battlefield. If this is the end, no matter how powerful he is in the ghost realm, it will be useless.
Lai Shan successfully watched TV, waiting for Masato Shichijo to say those words.
"Please listen carefully, what Laishan Chenggong, Yamada Takashi and some WTV executives have done is far more than simply infringing on artists." On the TV, Masato Shichijo said in a deep voice into the microphone:
"They control all their artists The rising channels control the future of those artists. After taming those artists, they will use the resources in their hands as bait to make those artists "voluntarily agree" to serve others. Many of the customers who are served Big figures, including many Officials and congressmen from various departments! WTV has used this to form a huge network of relationships, conduct money and power transactions, and continue to develop, and then slowly squeezed the Shichijo family out of the inner circle.
...and those who carry out such dirty transactions The place is right here, in the WTV building, in the luxurious suites between the 31st and 33rd floors!”
After Masato Shichijo said these words, the whole place fell into a dead silence. , and then a tsunami-like movement broke out.
"Mr. Shichijo! Can you take responsibility for what you said!"
"Can you please reveal the names of some congressmen?"
"Mr. Shichijo, have you got the relevant evidence? Are the police ready to take action?"
"Big News, big news! Headquarters, headquarters! Did you hear it over there? ”
The reporters finally went crazy. Their voices formed a storm, which made the entire venue restless. No one could hear their own voices, so they could only continue to increase the volume, and so on. In a vicious cycle, the venue was drowned in noise and chaos.
“Absurd!” The station director stood up and shouted at the microphone handed to the reporters with a red face: “This is slander! It’s a complete slander! If you say such a thing, shouldn’t you consider it? What impact will it have on society? Masato Shichijo! Take back those words, or I will call the police!" "Haha... did you say it again?" Here, Laishan successfully sneered. He took out his vibrating mobile phone, took a look at it, then turned off the power, continued to lean on the sofa, and murmured to Masato Shichijo in the screen: "How dare you cause such a problem?" Big trouble is coming, kid, do you know how many people you will cause this time? Is your family really able to save you?"
In the venue, Masato Nanijou shouted into the microphone: "Quiet, everyone, please be quiet!"
But it was useless, no one could hear other people's voices, even the microphone The voice was also drowned in the noise.
The punk band on the side couldn't stand it anymore. Locke picked up the electric guitar and nodded to the others.
“Yeah~~~~~~”
More harsh music oscillated out of the speakers, making everyone's eardrums pound and even feel the floor beneath their feet vibrating. It was no longer music, but a huge noise.
Everyone present covered their ears and looked towards the stage, only to see Locke shouting into the performance microphone: "Rock the fuck out!" and raised the devil's horns gesture.
Everyone was stunned by this unexplained move and became quiet, not knowing why.
Shichijo Masato nodded to Locke: "Thank you."
Then he continued to speak into the microphone: "Don't be anxious, everyone, please be quiet and maintain order in the venue. I will stand up for what I said. I am responsible for all the content, and I will answer all questions one by one... This reporter friend, please ask questions.”
Shichijo Masato named a reporter whom he had already communicated with before.
"Excuse me, Mr. Shichijo." The reporter asked: "Do you have evidence to prove this? I mean, in addition to the testimony of some artists, is there any other evidence?"
"Of course." Masato Shichijo said: "Before talking about this matter, I want to remind everyone of something, a piece of news that happened two years ago but was buried... I don't know if you still remember it. , two years ago, there was such a news in the newspaper? A private detective was shot and killed in his own office. The final conclusion was that it was a burglary, and then nothing happened. The culprit has not been caught yet..."
While Masato Shichijo was still talking, everyone in the ghost realm was also working hard.
At the end of a sewer, Anna and King Kong braved the unpleasant smell and walked to an exit. It was pitch black outside the fence of the exit, and they didn't know what was behind it.
"We're at the end." Anna said to King Kong: "Mr. Qian and the pervert in the star field made a big fuss, taking away most of the power of the illusion. The formation also wanted to transform the illusion into a physical attack. We need strength. So now, the illusion has temporarily ignored us. According to my divination, this should be the weakest point of this illusion. Come on, King Kong, use your greatest strength to destroy this place, break the illusion, and find the node. This way We can stop the magic circle."
"Oh! Leave it to me!" King Kong licked his lips. His muscles were taut, and the veins on his head were bulging. The statue of King Kong was standing behind him. A strong light burst out, and the tattoo was vividly shaped by the movement of the muscles, as if it was about to walk out of his back.
The Tarot Card [Chariot] rose from King Kong's pocket and integrated into his body, adding to his power. A hot aura began to emit around his body, giving the air Twisted.
"I'm on board!" After the accumulation of strength reached its peak, King Kong shouted loudly and rushed towards the exit like a speeding train.
(End of this chapter)