The Legend of Tokyo Taoist

Chapter 258 Halloween Carnival Night (3)

Shibuya's famous intersection is now filled with all kinds of monsters and demons. The streets are already crowded with people, and groups of young people are shopping in groups, making the merchants here crazy.

Whether it is a nightclub or a bar, in order to match the Halloween atmosphere, the employees basically wear horns as decorations. The usual drinks have also doubled in price because of the addition of red food coloring. But even so, there are still a steady stream of suckers, and the goods are in short supply. The DJ on the podium wears a devil mask and plays records, pushing the atmosphere to a climax.

What a picture of hell this is! Even when Satan comes, I feel like I’m back home.

However, in addition to these monsters, there are some people who still maintain their usual attire, such as the police who maintain order on the streets. Although their number is just a drop in the bucket compared to the young people participating in the carnival, it is better than nothing. Otherwise, those drunk monsters may fight over a disagreement. After all, this is the annual Shibuya Carnival. No one can recognize themselves after putting on the mask, so naturally they want to vent all the pressure of the whole year.

Then there were the reporters from various TV stations, who were introducing the carnival in front of the cameras, while behind them countless ghosts were playfully jumping around in the lenses, disrupting the filming.

"As you can see, it's almost eight o'clock in the evening and we're already in Shibuya." Nojiri held the microphone and faced the camera. This time he did not wear cheap funny costumes as usual. Instead, he wore a high-end suit and had no makeup on, which made him look out of place with his surroundings.

"Wait, handsome guy, who are you?" Mutsu, who was wearing a vampire suit and plastic fangs, asked in confusion, "Why does your voice sound so much like that Nojiri guy?"

Nojiri said: "It's me, Mr. Mutsu, don't you recognize me? I am Nojiri."

Mutsu was shocked: "This is the first time I've seen you without makeup! Is this what you look like?"

Nojiri: "Hey, hey, hey, we've been partners for almost ten years, right? Isn't it too rude to say that?"

Mutsu: "But...why don't you dress up as a ghost when you get here?"

Nojiri: "Normally everyone dresses normally, and I can attract everyone's attention by dressing up as a ghost. Now that we are surrounded by ghosts, I stand out even more like this."

Mutsu: "You kid! You are so sneaky! You have stolen all the limelight!"

Whenever these two people were seen making their signature jokes and joking around, many fans who had watched "Horror Night GO" recognized them. People around them took out their mobile phones and started taking photos and videos, and sent their location to the Internet.

Not far from the filming crew, a man in a Predator suit said to the microphone hidden in his mask: "This is the elder, the shadow warrior is in place."

A few seconds later, Konishi Hirobe's voice came through his microphone.

"Director, do we really have to use code names when we talk?" Konishi Hirobe said, "I always feel a sense of inexplicable shame."

The Iron Warrior said seriously: "Tengu, please strictly abide by the rules of action. If this operation is exposed, it will have a great impact on us! How are you doing?"

On another street, Konishi Hirobe, who was wearing a Japanese Tengu long-nosed mask, said helplessly: "Tengu received, the hidden camera is operating normally and is recording."

"Zombie side received, the camera is operating normally."

"Alien received, video recording OK." "Scarecrow received, camera is OK."

"..."

That's right, the filming crew of the two most famous hosts was just a cover. There were several other filming crews hiding in the dark who were actually filming the show. They had modified hidden cameras onto their costumes in advance and were wandering the streets of Shibuya with their companions, waiting for the event to begin.

After confirming that several groups of personnel were in place, Director Tamura switched the channel and asked, "Rabbit Killer, how are you doing?"

Director Tamura's voice came through the headset. A person wearing a pink bunny costume and holding a prop axe said, "Everything is ready. We're just waiting for the event to begin."

The rabbit doll was covered in blood, and its wide red eyes made it impossible to tell what the man behind the mask was thinking. He stood quietly in the middle of the street, motionless, and the demons and ghosts around him couldn't help but avoid him, because his behavior made it difficult for them to tell whether the man behind him was a real lunatic or an ordinary person participating in the carnival.

However, there were quite a few horror culture enthusiasts who looked at the bunny man and recognized the role he played.

"This is an American urban legend, a rabbit killer, right? Those stains and the axe in his hand are very interesting."

"Yes, the way the blood was distributed was just like if someone had actually been killed."

"Hasn't the event started yet? How come this person is so into the show?"

"Maybe you're just trying to get a feel for it? But it's just a doll costume, there's no way you can win the grand prize, right?"

The Rabbit Killer remained motionless until another person's call came through the headset.

"Brother Otsuka, this place doesn't feel right to me." Inuyama Heita's voice came: "Ajian said that he can't feel anything now. The atmosphere in Shibuya has become very chaotic."

Qian Xiaoyi came back to his senses. He observed the monsters and ghosts outside through the rabbit eyes and said, "This should be a normal phenomenon. In some places where we live, people wear Nuo masks and dance to drive away evil spirits during certain festivals. When the crowd reaches a certain size, it will change the aura of the surrounding environment, causing people's cognition to be slightly confused. But I didn't expect Halloween to have this effect..."

Qian Xiaoyi had no deep impression of Halloween at all. He had never celebrated it and thought it was a carnival created by young people with nothing to do and businesses. However, he overlooked the fact that this festival was indeed a traditional festival in Western countries and a ghost festival in a sense.

After thinking about this, Qian Xiaoyi suddenly realized that just like burning paper on the streets during the Ghost Festival in China, changes in people's behavioral consciousness will also affect the aura of the environment. When passers-by walk past those who burn paper, they often quicken their pace and feel a chill behind them because of the subconscious cultural imprint.

There are so many monsters and demons here now, it would be abnormal if the aura was not chaotic.

"Well, it's almost time, right? The event is about to start, why hasn't the production crew of "Supernatural Fantasy Night" shown up yet?" Qian Xiaoyi took out his mobile phone and looked at the countdown on the website.

It was now approaching eight o'clock, and time passed by little by little. As the countdown on the website gradually jumped to "00:00:00", something unexpected happened on the street.

(End of this chapter)