Tokyo Sound

As the two looked at each other in silence, a joyful and energetic voice broke the confrontation.

"Brother Takizawa!"

The old-fashioned braids were untied, and the smooth forehead was covered with air bangs that combined youth and fashion, and the smooth black hair was tied into a high ponytail. The dress was like a cheerleading uniform. The sailor uniform was modified, the orange and white color was very warm, and the traditional combination of long socks and white canvas shoes will never go out of style. Today, Xiangyue sauce is much more dazzling than before. The girl seems to have just finished a rehearsal, with a thin layer of sweat on her face and a healthy rosy complexion.

"Thank you for the hard work." The girl said while panting slightly after running a short distance.

"It's just a piece of cake." The man looked at it carefully and asked, "What are you doing?"

"We have to perform a show at the opening of the public day. Actually, it had nothing to do with me, but one member couldn't come because of something unexpected. She happened to be my friend, so she recommended me to come." Asamiya Kazuki said shyly, "I have only danced folk dances at events in my hometown before. This is the first time I wear a uniform and act in front of people like an idol group. Will it look weird?"

"Of course not. One always has to muster up the courage to try a few times. Besides, you are not alone. You are a team. If there are any difficulties, you can work together to solve them." The man encouraged gently.

"Hee, thanks bro."

"Then you should do your best, I'm leaving now." After handing over the package, the man waved his hand and no longer lingered. Let the past be the past. Now I can no longer act recklessly like a child. I have a job waiting for me at home. The blank canvas is like a stone waiting for my husband, sad and gentle.

"No, now that you're here, why not go in and take a look? The school is very lively today! There are many parents and outsiders visiting," the girl persuaded.

"Not good." The man paused.

The girl caught the man and dragged him into the school gate. The security guard saw that the two got along well and did not ask any more questions, but only sighed that the brother and sister had a deep love.

To be honest, Master Yin himself is somewhat interested in this.

In many Gal Games and stories set on campus, the school festival is always the highlight of a plot. The love entanglement of three people will fight here, the clubs will fight each other with passion, and the childhood sweetheart from another school will fall from the sky here... It can be said to be very intense.

The service desk and information office are at the main entrance, where you can buy school festival commemorative uniform shirts designed by the students themselves. All proceeds will be donated to children's charities. Yin Ze, who has long been fascinated by this legendary career of Japanese high school students, happily bought one.

If you can blend in and do good things at the same time, why not do it?

After getting it, I couldn't wait to change it on the spot. In just a few seconds, a bright and beautiful active male student made a brilliant appearance.

I have to say that uniforms are just the icing on the cake. If an old man wears the same uniform, it is just a fox in a tiger's skin, which is out of place and reminds people of a sitcom. What really makes men feel like students is the pure and innocent texture of a young man.

He looked at the phone screen in a showy manner, brushed his hair back, looking quite handsome as if he was about to reach the top of the lily of the valley, and combed his bangs downwards. The gentle man from the girl's comic walked into reality, with a cold expression, just like in a melodrama love drama, with a strong presence and popularity, and better than the male lead in terms of academics, sports and family background, but he was just the cold second male lead who was in love with the female lead but was never favored by her.

Good, very good, very beautiful.

I am already a Chinese time traveler. Today I will be a Japanese high school student. I have already achieved two legendary professions. Why should I worry about not achieving great things? !

The man smiled with satisfaction.

"You suddenly look so much younger now." Asamiya Kazuki said in amazement, "If you said you were really a student, I wouldn't doubt it."

"Really? Is it that pure and genuine?" The man, no, the boy shook his hair and said with a little complacency.

"Of course, in Shinjuku, there are always a lot of adult men with colorfully dyed hair who unknowingly wear high school uniforms to pretend to be students, standing in front of strange stores and shouting. But you are completely different from them!" Asamiya Kazuki nodded and said.

"Haha, of course. I'm not like those third-rate guys wearing fourth-rate wholesale uniforms..." The boy laughed a few times and felt something was wrong, so he didn't continue talking. He just kindly reminded, "Well, next time you see that kind of people, remember to stay away from them."

"Then let me take you around the school?" the girl offered.

"Okay! Thank you for your help!" the boy said.

Chapter 120: What a coincidence that you are here too

The cold wind blowing from somewhere ruffled the girl's hair.

The classroom, which was usually filled with the sound of reading and was warm, was now dark. The windows were sealed with tape, and the dirty curtains were hanging like iron thorns, blurry like the shadow of a hanged person. The tables and chairs that should have been neatly arranged were in a mess, and there were traces of coagulated blood on the ground. The blood-stained plaster head stood lifeless on the ground, staring at the door in vain. It was wearing a black female wig on its head, which looked ridiculous and creepy in the dim light of the flashlight.

The girl who got lost from her friend suppressed her inner fear, holding a flashlight that was dim and seemed like it could be blown out by the wind, and she didn't dare to make any sound as she staggered forward.

Carefully, he stepped over the body on the ground. It was a boy lying in a pool of blood, face down, his features unclear, his back pierced by the sharp chair legs after being broken, and his skin exposed to the cold air was sickly pale from excessive blood loss.

The girl took a slow step, then froze.

She found she couldn't move her feet.

A force came from her ankle, and a pair of skinny fingers clamped her ankle like a vulture's claws. The girl looked down subconsciously and saw a thin forearm with skin and flesh turned outward, and a pair of empty eyes dripping with blood.

Terror instantly overwhelmed the girl's heart. She couldn't help but let out a sharp scream and almost dropped the flashlight. She struggled hard to break free from the bloody hand, not caring about keeping a low profile, and ran forward with a thump, thump, thump. She bent down and passed through the hole in the wall and came to the classroom next door.

The girl's hurried voice exposed her position. Immediately in the distance, there were dense footsteps and a hair-raising laugh, which was filled with the joy of finding prey.

The delicate girl's eyes turned red with fear, but her speed in running for her life increased instead of slowing down. In a blink of an eye, she had already passed through three classrooms.

But when she rushed into the fourth classroom, she felt cold all over and realized that it was a dead end.

This is the end of this floor. If I want to continue running, I can only jump out from the fifth floor, but the doors and windows have already been sealed.

It was a chemical laboratory, but the layout inside was extremely frightening. Jars filled with formalin were displayed in the dusty cabinets, animal specimens and strange organs were floating quietly, and on the blackboard was not a formula containing knowledge, but a print. A witch with a thin nose and goat horns was making soup, and in the pot were broken limbs and debris, and around her were fanatics with their hands raised high, waiting for the favor of God. This was a dark and bloody sacrifice.

The girl remembered the rumor.

This building was originally reserved for top students, and the equipment used was also the best, especially in the classrooms for practical classes, where all the equipment could really be used for research. It is said that a senior often applied for the right to use the building outside of class for his personal projects, often doing some familiar reaction experiments, and occasionally using mice. The teacher did not care at first, until one day, when he saw the senior cut off his finger and threw it into a strong acid, the senior's face showed no pain, but rather a look of intoxication, admiring the process of his finger bubbling and corroding in the strong acid. The teacher was horrified and immediately went in to stop it. In the end, the whole school knew about it and he was forced to drop out of school.

But this was not the end. The senior would still sneak into the campus. Once, when he was caught, he splashed sulfuric acid and was hospitalized for burns. Years later, the campus was included in the new construction and was to be demolished and relocated. The building was also sealed off.

However, during this period, children started to disappear in the town one after another. At the same time, a resident said that when he passed by the blocked school area at night, he saw a classroom in the building with lights on from a distance. But when people went to check, they found that the power and water had been cut off. There were no footprints on the ground, only thick dust, except for the wall, which seemed to have been burned by fire, leaving a strange black mark that looked like a hunched human figure...

The sound of saw cutting suddenly rang out.

The girl raised her head stiffly. In the dim light, she saw a man in a white coat, hunched over, sawing something like a carpenter. What was on the table was not wood, but a human body with its chest cut open. The man removed the heart, lungs, and kidneys in an orderly manner, and arranged them neatly beside him, like making dumplings for the New Year.

The girl covered her mouth, not daring to speak, but the man still turned his head. Half of his face was intact, and the other half looked like a skeleton, with the skin and flesh peeled off, wet and sticky, and fat hanging like lotus root silk. On that horrible half face, the round eyeballs gave off a fascinating look.

"Another one." The doctor holding the bloody chainsaw said hoarsely, "It's not your turn yet. Have a cup of tea and sit for a while."

So he really poured a cup of tea and kindly threw the fingers of the corpse on the table into it, as elegantly as adding a few sugar cubes.

The girl couldn't bear it any longer. She squatted down and held her head in her hands, blaming the friend who had gotten separated from her.

The half-faced doctor didn't waste any time and came towards her with a knife in hand a few seconds later.

"Don't come over here--!!" the girl screamed.

"Haha, it's not up to you. Don't worry, it won't hurt." The half-faced doctor smiled evilly and grabbed the helpless girl with his blood-soaked hand.

At this critical moment, another person came out of the hole in the wall. He was stunned when he saw the evil scene in front of him, but he was not afraid. He was even so righteous that he seemed to be emitting light and heat all over his body.

"Let go of that girl!" the boy shouted.

"Oh, good things come in pairs. Have a cup of tea too." The half-faced doctor grinned.

“How dare you, little demon, be so presumptuous.” The boy sneered, and immediately made a few hand gestures like lightning, muttering to himself, “The mysterious light guides me, regardless of distance. Open my eyes and see the truth!”

The boy raised the flashlight in his hand and pressed it suddenly, and a bright white light burst out. It was an imported high-intensity flashlight.

"Ah?! You actually have a Moon Purifier in your hand!" The Half-Faced Doctor seemed to have suffered a lot of damage. He covered his face and stepped back repeatedly. Then he raised the weapon in his hand angrily and fiercely. "But you think you can kill me with this little power? You are dreaming! I will tear you into pieces!"

"Hmph, you dare to show off your skills in front of an expert? Lead the Three Pure Ones above and respond to the hearts below, the sky is clear and the earth is spiritual! Use the second sword of the ancestor, please call on the gods and mobilize the heavenly soldiers!" The boy took out an RX-0 fully armored Pegasus Gundam toy from behind, pressed it lightly, and the LED lights immediately lit up, accompanied by the exciting and blood-boosting BGM.

“Ahh!” The half-faced doctor was attacked by the incorporeal being again. His health had dropped by more than half, but he still insisted on shouting and waving the saw around. “It’s useless. It’s not enough!”

"I don't know how high the heavens are and how deep the earth is. I am fully equipped and have profound Taoist skills, but you still don't repent!" The boy snorted coldly, and his mouth was full of ups and downs, and the truth came out of his mouth, "The sky is round and the earth is square, and there are nine chapters of laws. I will write now, and all the ghosts will hide!"

This time, what he took out were no longer flashlights or plastic toys.

It's a transformation belt.

He just threw it on casually and immediately put it on around his waist, then struck a cool and standard pose and inserted the transformer.

"Henshin!"

'"CastOff! ChangeBeetle!"'

'「OneTwoThree」'

The belt made a mechanical sound.

"RiderKick!"

The boy retracted his magical powers, put the Gundam toy and flashlight behind his back, and quickly walked towards the Half-faced Doctor who was full of sins. When he raised his foot, he lost his balance and swayed his body, but it was of no consequence. The moment the Half-faced Doctor was touched by his toes, he fell down as if he had been hit hard, and threw the weapon in his hand far away, looking like he was completely defeated and annihilated.

After the fight, the boy walked towards the girl who was still crouching with her head in her hands but was already dazed by the fight.

"Classmate, are you okay?" the boy asked gently.

"No, it's okay." The girl shook her head.

"Can you move around?"

"Okay, okay."

"Come on, give me your hand and I'll take you out."

"You, you are not a ghost too, are you?" The girl was still frightened.

"Wulian Tianzun, I am a righteous man shining in the world, how could I be one of those evil spirits?"

"Then you, who are you?"

"Just call me Red Scarf." The boy grinned.

Even in such a gloomy environment, that smile carried an unconcealable handsomeness and composure. The girl finally couldn't help it and hugged the Kamen Rider riding the Gundam in front of her with tears in her eyes.

The boy comforted her while leading her to walk left and right. Finally, when a door was pushed open, the dawn suddenly came, and the bright sunlight poured on the girl. This horror movie finally came to an end. The tender ending song began to resound, and a heavenly female voice sang slowly. The hero and heroine lived hand in hand to the end and embraced a bright future.

The girl couldn't help but turn her head and look at the hero. He was wearing a student uniform with a belt tied around his waist. He had a mellow smile on his face, which blended with the bright light, shining brightly. It was so beautiful that people wanted to indulge in the slightly sunken corners of his mouth.

There was a wave of applause from all directions, and a group of people dressed as professional Halloween candy-seekers offered praise and congratulations. In the girl's eyes, these people were like relatives and friends who came to give flowers and cheer at a wedding. In fact, she really saw relatives and friends.

The friend who came in with her but got lost halfway, the two met again after surviving the disaster and hugged each other excitedly.

"Why did you run away?" the girl said while crying.

"Why don't you use a slogan to get out of it?" said my friend, also crying.

The boy nodded with satisfaction when he saw this beautiful friendship.

"Congratulations! You are the first person to break through all levels today!" said a man with a handmade knife stuck in his head.

"After realizing the hidden plot of this game through phone calls and newspaper news, he immediately turned back to collect information again. How decisive!" said the man with a pig intestine in his stomach.

“I unlocked three legendary props in the first round and easily defeated the doctor boss behind the scenes. It was really eye-opening!” said the makeup master with two heads.

"You have unlocked the achievement of 'The Man Who Crushes Shadows'. According to the rules, you can choose one of the three secret treasures to take home. This is your reward!" said the bespectacled chief planner enthusiastically.

"Sure, sure." The boy shook hands with these people one by one and praised them earnestly, "Your haunted house is well done! The entire floor is fully utilized, and there are unexpected events such as mysterious phone calls. The magazines and newspapers are also very immersive. Even the haunted houses in the University of Tokyo are not as lively as this one. It's quite exciting!"

“It’s also the school’s support that they are willing to lend us this old school building. And as the game maker, I’m very happy to meet a high-level player like you and to complete the game in such a gorgeous way.” said the chief planner.

"I wanted to explore it one more time, but time is precious and I should go experience other projects," the boy said regretfully.

"You're welcome anytime! So what's your reward?"

"Just the one I'm wearing!"

A few minutes later, the girl finished struggling with her friend. When she turned around to look for the hero, she found him nowhere to be found in the vast crowd. Suddenly, her chest felt sore and empty.

……

"Please give me a cup of the most beautiful and unique Snowflake Dance, it's so delicious that ... cold that it's bursting with red."

"Taiyi, make him a cup of lemon tea. Remember to add ice."

Yin Ze walked in the troubled times with a drink in his hand.

Before Xiangyue-chan could take him to the cafeteria, they were hurriedly dragged away by the team. It seemed that their entire small team was still quite nervous, so they planned to continue rehearsing to maintain their form before the official performance.

Yin Ze also joined the group of high school students and walked around. The haunted house project he had played before was really unique, interesting in concept and ingenious in implementation. Even someone like him who always played in amusement parks and never went to a haunted house couldn't help but devote himself to it after experiencing the unique game elements.

There are many masters among the world.

Walking into the new teaching building, one can see lively, cute, and energetic boys and girls everywhere. In particular, there is a classroom with a particularly large flow of people. If you look closely, you can see that the people coming and going are all maids wearing animal ears and long skirts.

Oh? I finally saw it. The theme cafe that is indispensable in the campus festival!

You really have to taste it.

Yin Ze had a smile on his face. Compared to the other timid students, he walked in very naturally. With one hand in his pocket and the other holding a glass of water, he looked around at each maid slowly, with the temperament and confidence of Mr. Gao entering a casino.

"Hello, because there are so many guests, there are currently no private tables available. If you want to dine, can you share a table?" A busy, authentic JK maid ran over and said embarrassedly.

"Yes." The boy was a little aloof. The lemon tea was really too sour.

"Thank you for your understanding. Please follow me."

Yin Ze followed the cute maid who was in charge of the store and soon arrived at the destination. There was only one outsider sitting in the seat.

His gray hair was a little sparse, and his neck was gradually disappearing from his fat body. The suit and thick-framed glasses vaguely revealed the wisdom of a scholar.

So it is said that men stay young until they die. In the maid cafe full of young people, this middle-aged fat uncle sat as steady as a mountain, without a trace of emotion on his face. On the contrary, he held the Selected Works of Shakespeare in his hands, sipped cat coffee tea slowly, and chatted happily with the maids, just like an elegant aristocrat enjoying afternoon tea in the manor.

It really shows a great style of being unwilling to give up and daring to compete with the years.