Great, we're doomed now!

Just like Dragon Ball fans would definitely want to see what Akira Toriyama's studio looks like if they had the chance.

Only Liuli glanced at Ye Shou a few more times:

It seems that what the master is looking for is not within Tsuburaya Productions, but is only related to the person "Eiji Tsuburaya".

The group moved to a relatively old office building. It was clear that few people frequented this place; although it was clean, it exuded an air of antiquity. Judging from the layout of the surrounding buildings, this place had probably been abandoned long ago, but had been deliberately preserved for some reason.

Large Japanese companies often take pride in their long history, which is probably why they have preserved the founders' legacy so well.

The president enthusiastically introduced which room director Eiji Tsuburaya used, which corner was where the screenwriters had heated discussions back then, and then mentioned the person "Tetsuo Kinjo".

Ye Shou immediately expressed his fondness for the screenwriter's work and naturally found his old studio.

He strolled around seemingly casually, but his gaze swept across every corner of the room. His fingers occasionally brushed against the old tabletop and bookshelves, as if sensing the remaining traces of history, or perhaps searching for something specific, appearing somewhat absent-minded.

'If it's not here, then it's in Tetsuo Kinjo's old house... but could it also be in his coffin?'

The Japanese also have a custom of taking cherished items or souvenirs into the coffin, usually photos or personal belongings.

At this moment, Ye Shou had already entertained the radical idea of ​​opening the coffin to inspect the goods, but then he thought that the [Ultra Star] might not always be kept by Kinjo Tetsuo, and he couldn't help but feel troubled.

Actually, he didn't want to disturb the peace of the deceased. Moral issues didn't matter to him; he had seen too much death and tragedy in "Iron Blood" and didn't take it seriously at all.

He was taking Tsuburaya Productions and Kinjo into consideration, given their huge influence on the Ultraman series. Even though it's a parallel world... what if there's some kind of mystical buff?

Let's use non-contact methods to search then, but we don't know what material the [Ultra Star] is made of, so what kind of detector would be best?

—Just as Ye Shou was seemingly searching aimlessly inside the room.

Outside the building window, a short, fat, and comical figure hangs upside down in a bizarre posture on a lush tree.

He wore a bowler hat, a slightly worn black tailcoat, and held a walking stick in his hand. He looked exactly like a Chaplin impersonator, except that his exaggerated white makeup added a touch of eeriness to his appearance.

He carefully adjusted his posture and peered through the window to observe the situation inside the building.

After observing for a while, the strange man's body began to blur, as if melting away, and silently adhered to the wall.

Immediately afterwards, his figure gradually and without hindrance "merged" into the solid brick and stone walls and entered the office building.

Inside the building, the president was still talking non-stop. Ye Shou's fingertips lightly brushed across a row of old bookshelves. His previously nonchalant expression suddenly froze, and his movements paused slightly.

Then she returned to normal, as if she hadn't noticed anything.

In a realm invisible to the naked eye, faint ripples of energy spread rapidly along the surface of the objects touched by his fingertips, like flowing light, enveloping the entire room and even the entire building. No movement could escape his "eyes".

Whether it's magic or technology, any individual with life energy will definitely be detected by Ye Shou's Ripple and Stand!

Sure enough, after excluding himself and Liuli, and ignoring the numerous weak life fluctuations, only one special existence remained in the building.

'It's a very strange feeling... stronger than the Crow People leader, but lacking the monster's deep, ocean-like life force.'

Ye Shou felt a slight sense of relief, but his brows furrowed.

Compared to the two monsters that appeared in the Brazil match, this unexpected visitor was obviously not as destructive, and could even be forcibly taken down, but this unpredictable feeling made him hesitant.

I encountered it while searching for the [Ultraman Star], and the plot related to this thing is—

What bad luck! Running into "Cosmic Demon Chalija"?

This guy himself isn't much of a threat, but he's quite capable of causing trouble...

'The frequency of monsters and aliens appearing is too fast... Every natural disaster is preceded by omens. Could it be that the 'darkness of the ancient times' is about to awaken?'

Golza hasn't appeared yet, so there's probably still some time to prepare, but Ye Shou still couldn't help but feel irritated.

"Kuse...sir?"

The president noticed that Ye Shou had suddenly stopped, staring at a manuscript with a furrowed brow and an unhappy expression. He had seemed happy just moments before, but now his attitude had suddenly changed, which made the president feel extremely uneasy.

Is there anything wrong with this?

"No, I was just thinking about something."

Ye Shou quickly regained his composure and chuckled lightly, covering up what had just happened.

Anxiety is useless; we knew from the beginning that we would be facing a giant conch shell in the future. As for the unexpected events that occur along the way, they are nothing more than some trials and tribulations.

Since the future is unpredictable, we should meet challenges head-on!

After walking half a circle, Ye Shou nodded with great satisfaction, then suddenly said—

"I've seen enough today... Speaking of which, I'm very interested in 'monsters.' Tsuburaya Productions must have a lot of information about 'monsters,' right?"

Ye Shou's pronunciation was clear, so that everyone present could hear him. Most people didn't take it seriously, thinking it was just normal interest for tokusatsu fans, who were probably curious about the original design, costumes, and behind-the-scenes stories of the monsters.

Only Liuli sensed something was off; it didn't sound like Ye Shou's usual tone. However, she merely glanced at Ye Shou and didn't react in any way.

"Monsters? Of course! What we at Tsuburaya Productions are most proud of is that we've created hundreds of different kinds of monsters!"

The president was very excited: "There is a display case in Hall B with different versions of monsters from different eras. If you like, we can make a set and send it to your home."

"I'm so sorry."

Ye Shou smiled politely: "But since it's your kind gesture, I'll accept one as a souvenir, like... Yanagaki, how about that?"

"Yanagaki (Bemula)...the original enemy? You have good taste."

The president said, "Then I'll have someone bring Yana now—"

"No rush, I hope to receive this gift tomorrow, that will be a special day for me."

Ye Shou said very seriously, "I will send someone to get 'Yanagaki' when the time comes, and please remember... I want the real (original) monster."

“…Oh, that’s natural.”

The president felt that Ye Shou was a bit confused, but he still nodded obediently in agreement.

What does "real monster" mean?

We are Tsuburaya Productions, would we give you pirated copies?

-

The following afternoon, sure enough, a chubby deliveryman wearing a blue uniform and a matching baseball cap arrived at the front desk of Tsuburaya Productions.

He was round and plump, with a simple and honest smile on his face. Apart from his overly fair skin, he seemed kind and friendly, and he was holding a receipt in his hand.

“Hello,” he said politely to the receptionist in slightly accented Japanese, “I’m here to pick up something, a ‘monster’ called ‘Yanagaki,’ which I need to deliver to my employer.”

The receptionist received personal instructions from the president yesterday, knowing that someone would be coming today to pick up a special exhibit. She checked the receipt the fat man handed her; it did indeed have the president's seal and approval, specifying that a monster doll/model named "Yanagaki" should be handed over.

Although the person's accent was strange, there were no problems with the procedure.

"Please wait a moment, I'll contact the public relations department right away." The receptionist didn't dare to delay and immediately dialed the internal line.

While waiting, the fat man stood quietly to the side, his hands folded on his protruding belly, a harmless smile always on his face. Only occasionally would his small eyes, hidden in the shadow of his hat, quickly scan the surroundings of the hall, a shrewd glint flashing in them that contradicted his honest appearance.

—Hehe, we'll be seeing "Yanagaki" soon!

These humans probably never imagined that someone would take the monster away before it was even born!

Not long after, a staff member came out carrying a large, well-packaged box with the Tsuburaya Productions logo and an official picture of "Yanagaki" printed on the outside.

The deliveryman was already moved to tears just by seeing that picture:

That's right, that's it!

This is something you can't draw without seeing it in person. This company is definitely hiding a monster!

And now, he is about to rescue Yanagaki!

"This is it, please sign for it." The staff member handed over the box and the delivery slip together.

The fat man took the pen, wrote a fake name on the receipt in a crooked manner, and then carefully picked up the box that seemed to have some weight to him.

"Thank you for your patronage!" He nodded to the receptionist and staff, then turned and left with a slightly light step that seemed disproportionate to his size.

Watching him walk away, the receptionist muttered to herself, "What a weirdo."

However, considering that it was something the president had personally instructed her to do, she didn't think too much about it and continued to work on her own.

The fat man carried the box out of the Tsuburaya Productions gate and came to an inconspicuous van parked on the side of the road.

Before opening the car door, he stopped and glanced back at the rather stylish building of Tsuburaya Productions. The honest smile on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a barely perceptible, slightly eerie curve at the corner of his mouth.

Then he applied force with his hand—

boom!

The car was enveloped in a cloud of smoke and transformed into an old suitcase, which he casually placed on the ground.

"Ah~ Yanagaki, don't be afraid, Charika is coming to save you~"

The fat man opened the box and eagerly peeked inside—

Suddenly, a hand reached out from the pitch-black interior and tapped him on the head with a stick.

"Ouch, that hurts! Oh, oh, oh!"

Before Charika could react, she was grabbed by that hand and pulled into the darkness.

The box fell to the ground with a "thud," then slowly transformed into a pot, which was then carried away by the staff...

Ye Shouze leisurely emerged from his hiding place, walked over, and picked up the box.

"This is a time machine?"

He fumbled around for a while and finally opened the box, but inside were all sorts of primitive and messy electronic components. Forget about time travel, he couldn't figure out where the switch was or how to operate it.

Actually, it's hard to say whether Charika travels through time using technology or magic... This guy looks a lot like a magician!

Dudu ludu~ Dudu ludu~

The phone rang, and Ye Shou put it to his ear: "How is it?"

"The person has been caught, so don't worry. Even if it knows spatial magic, the darkness between the 'pot' and the 'well' is my domain. It can't escape!"

Obik burst out laughing on the other end of the phone: "Thanks, looks like I've found a good buddy!"

Chapter 227 The plan to eliminate Ultraman is—

"Oh no! We've been tricked!"

After being dragged into that pure darkness, Charika immediately realized his mistake and tried to use his superpowers to escape the trap.

He closed his eyes and focused his mind, sensing the pre-set spatial coordinates, but after several attempts, his body remained in the same place, surrounded by that unsettling, deathly darkness.

"Hmm?" He opened his eyes in confusion and took out a small measuring instrument that resembled a pocket watch.