The daily life of Buddhist texts

Suddenly, there was a burst of mic blasting in their ears, which instantly frightened the people around them. They looked at the source of the sound, only to see a plainly dressed boy barely holding the microphone in front of him. After noticing that it affected others , the boy immediately showed an embarrassed smile, and quickly apologized to the people next to him.

Then everything returns to order.

Oreki Gen stared at the boy for a long time.

There are several people beside him, standing together in the center of Ikebukuro Street, with a cheap red carpet under their feet, and a rented cheap stereo on the left and right sides.

Looks like a street show.

Celti noticed Gen Oreki's sight behind him, turned his head, thought for a moment, and tapped his fingers on the smartphone: "Has Mr. Atamaitai performed on the street before?"

"Maybe not."

"There are quite a lot of this kind of performances on the streets," said Celty, "but more often it seems that there are more comedians."

"A comedian?"

"Well, it's probably for the sake of living. Some people are good at drawing, some are good at singing, some are good at acrobatics, and some have soft limbs..."

"Parallel sentences."

"As expected of Mr. Atamaitai, he can easily extract the details that are overlooked by others," Saier pointed the helmet and continued to type on the smartphone: "Those who come out to play music are usually college students who are interested in it."

"What's that red plastic bucket?"

"forget it."

A few boys in the middle of the street were adjusting the audio equipment, with their backs against a marble flower bed, a red plastic bucket in front of them, and a yellow board with a few lines of large black characters written on it with a hook pen.

"University club's first street performance! If you like it! Can you support us with coins!"

Is it to make money?

Hmm... Maybe they are facing the risk of abolishing the club, and the school will no longer provide funds, but the tenacious band did not give up hope, and took the initiative to come to the street to perform, hoping to continue the existence of the club...

This is the beginning of a marked series, not attractive enough, but not too bad.

The performances of the boys were remarkable, they sang songs by unknown European and American groups, they were very unpopular, and not many people were willing to stop and watch.So after they whispered to each other for a while, they finally changed to Atamaitai's song, and people came all at once.

Looking at the interested eyes of the people around him, the guitar boy showed a wry smile, but he was still dedicated to his work, and kept plucking his fingers on the strings.

Compared with Atamaitai, he prefers European and American music, and he likes that cultural style.Longing for freedom and wildness, like a lion running vigorously on the vast grassland.

It seems that he still doesn't know the evaluation of Atamaitai, the emperor of European and American rap, and he has never heard the shocking song "Not Afraid".

"It seems a bit reluctant." Celty was keenly aware of this.

"A little bit." Yuan Oreki nodded in agreement.

"Hmm...how should I describe it?"

"Surrender and taste your courage."

"It doesn't seem appropriate, Mr. Atamaitai."

After the end of the street band's song, there was sparse applause from the passers-by.

But there wasn't much joy on the guitar boy's face.

Because he knows that, in fact, more than half of the applause here is dedicated to Atamaitai.

"Let's sing "Loser" again," the drummer winked at the guitar boy who was distracted, "Look, someone is already throwing money into the bucket."

The guitar boy sighed and nodded to the drummer.

Then when he was about to stroke the strings, he was suddenly taken aback.

At some point, two unkempt homeless men appeared in front of the guitar boy, dressed in ragged clothes, as if they had just escaped from somewhere. The homeless man behind was still holding a graffiti guitar in his arms, hugging him tightly, as if precious treasure.

The homeless man in front of him looked like a European and American, with fierce eyes. He came to the boy with the guitar, spoke a lot of English, pointed to the red clinker bucket on the ground, and then pointed to the boy's chest. guitar.

Chapter 361 Chapter 360 Three Signed Photos

Some time ago, Ramt and Li Xiang decided to go to District [-] together to find Atamaitai.

The reason is the song "Not Afraid", which aroused Ramt's strong interest in Atamaitai.

Then Ramt discovered that Atamaitai did not have communication software for business cooperation at all, so he entrusted his old agent to find Toei, hoping to obtain Atamiatai's contact information.

As a result, Toei Company refused to let go and was unwilling to disclose any news.

And so Ramut Smith came.

Bringing Li Xiang along to join in the fun, Ramt got on the plane to District [-], planning to go to Toei Company to ask for the contact information of Atamiatai.

Ramt had a few friends in Toei, and it was impossible for them not to give face to Ramt who came to the door in person.

Because it was a decision made after getting drunk at night, Ramt and Li Xiang didn't inform anyone when they came, they only brought basic documents and a few unlimited Visa cards.

After the plane landed, Ramt and Li Xiang got into a taxi and were kidnapped logically.

……

……

A basin of cold water was splashed on their faces, and Lamut and Li Xiang woke up from a nightmare.

The kidnapper didn't blindfold them, but squatted in front of the two with a smile, playing with a silver-white butterfly dagger in his hand, and his eyes kept sweeping over the two of them.

Ramt was silent, and began to think about the people in District [-] that he had offended in the past.

After Li Xiang tried to struggle a few times, he found that his hands and legs were tied to the pillars and he couldn't break free, so he began to observe the surrounding environment.

Dark and damp space, hanging punching bags, sheep-headed skulls on the walls, half-drunk mineral water bottles, tattered and old clothes, old-fashioned radios playing weird noises... a horror secret room?

The cold back of the butterfly knife brushed across Li Xiang's cheek, making him stop thinking.

"Humans, human beings, two human beings standing at the top of almost material society," the handsome man smiled lightly, his tone as frivolous as if he was trying to pick up a girl in a bar, "I caught two at once... It seems Do some interesting experiments."

Because of the language barrier, Li Xiang and Ramt did not understand what the man in front of them said.

The two people who were bound looked at each other.

In the end Li Xiang couldn't hold back, and asked in a low voice in English, "Do you know who this is?"

"I don't know, but he looks like he has some mental problems, or is he pretending to be like this on purpose to gain attention? Or is there a camera in the corner? Tricking the show?"

"I don't think so," Li Xiang shook his head and continued, "It seems like a real kidnapping."

"Do you want to say something like 'my dad will give you as much money as you want, please let me go now'." Lamut asked.

"That's so stupid, I don't want it."

The two were chattering, and the handsome man who brought them here was also talking to himself.

Everyone chatted about their own things.

In a way, it was fun.

"Human beings are either attractive or boring. They can only be one of the two." Qingxiu stood up, stopped playing with the butterfly dagger, and pointed the sharp tip at the two of them: "I Now I am going to make you guys interesting, are you ready?"

The man talks like he's role-playing.

Positioning is probably the type that is full of pleasure.

And the lines are a little awkward, completely unprepared, like saying whatever comes to mind.

But it doesn't matter.

Then the handsome man came to Ramt and Li Xiang, and cut open their clothes with a butterfly knife, creating one breach after another, exposing their skin to the air easily.

This action made Ramt and Li Xiang dumbfounded, they were speechless for a while, and could only pray that the handsome man would not do anything outrageous to them.

After cutting the two people's clothes to pieces, the handsome man walked to the side with a smile, picked up a bucket, poured the mud on the two people's heads, put on the gloves, and carefully applied it evenly on their skin After a while, it didn't stop until the two of them were out of shape.

In this serious atmosphere, the two looked at each other and suddenly felt a little funny.

"How about it, the feeling of being reborn," the handsome man said with clear eyes, deliberately speaking in a sissy tone, "Do you want to learn how babies cry? I can teach you, oh, oh, oh, have you learned it? "

Ramt and Li Xiang turned their heads to look at the neurotic man in front of them, only thinking that the man was sick.

The two of them also knew some similar settings.

The handsome man in front of him was obviously in his head, he didn't distinguish the boundary between reality and virtuality, he put himself into a certain role and performed role-playing.

Some things that violate the law... should not be dared.

Then just wait for him to play enough.

as predicted.

"It's almost there, let you go out now, the experiment is about to start," the handsome man smiled, and lifted a small bag from the ground, "However, the mobile phone and wallet will be confiscated."

Ramt and Li Xiang couldn't understand what he said, they only saw him walking out of the basement with a bag.

The door slammed shut.

Then turn it on again.

"I forgot to introduce myself, Orihara Rinya, forever 21 years old, likes human beings, dislikes canned food and junk food, occupation is...financial planner, after this experiment is over, welcome to see me Financial management, under normal circumstances, the annual rate of return is above 50.00%!"

The door slammed shut again.

After a few minutes, the electronic handcuffs that bound the two hands were released.

After moving his joints a bit, Li Xiang found the graffiti guitar he brought with him from Shanghai, and then hurriedly got out of the basement with Ramt and came to the ground, ready to ask for help.

The bustling streets are full of people coming and going.

Li Xiang confirmed the location here through the Chinese characters on the subway station sign.

Ikebukuro.

Just stay in Tokyo.

It would be troublesome if he was taken to a place like Gunma.

Ramt on the other side rushed to a tourist, hoping that the other party could borrow his mobile phone to make a call, but because his current appearance was too outrageous, the other party ran away without looking back after glancing at Ramt. Seeing this scene, people around him took the initiative to distance themselves from him, and there were still people who were eyeing him, ready to call the police at any time with their mobile phones.

No one recognizes the rap emperor of Europe and America after his face is covered with a layer of mud.

In just a few moments, Ramt experienced confusion, confusion, and despair.

The two stared at each other, thinking of going to the Metropolitan Police Department to seek help at the same time, and then they were kicked out as lunatics.