Tokyo Sound

"First is our lead singer, Mr. Shimazaki Nobunaga! Then our drummer, Mr. Matsuoka... Oh, Mr. Matsuoka is drunk? Okay, then I declare this concert over. Please check your valuables and leave the venue in an orderly manner."

Shimazaki Nobunaga stood on the table and danced the cha-cha under the gorgeous lights above his head, holding a microphone in one hand and a beer bottle in the other, looking so cool.

9:48pm.

"Oh, friends walk together for a lifetime~ Those days are no longer there~ One word for a lifetime~ A lifetime of love and a glass of wine [Note: from Zhou Huajian's song "Friends"]~?"

The three gloriously single men were arm in arm in an indecent manner. Matsuoka Yoshitsugu and Shimazaki Nobunaga were already drunk and were forced to sing one of the signature songs in the Flower-Growing Family KTV room in a daze, following Yin Ze, who was also not fully conscious.

10:20 pm, street.

Yin Ze successfully sent the two puddles of mud back home. He had been to Matsuoka Yoshitsugu's rental house before and was familiar with the door and the route. Even the location of the key had not changed, it was still under the potted plant at the door.

As for Nobunaga, he was so tongue-tied that it took a long time to get him to his doorstep. Shimazaki Nobunaga had a large family, so immediately a younger sister and a younger brother came out, worked together to carry their drunken elder brother in, undressed him, washed his face, and put him to bed.

Yin Ze was left alone walking in the cold wind, looking at the busy night scene and sighing.

After the excitement there is always a mess left on the ground.

Although the man was mature, stable, independent and reliable before, he still wanted to be taken care of and feel the so-called gentle countryside now that he was lonely after the prosperity was gone. Although he was invincible at the wine table before, he was actually a little unsteady and his head was sore and dizzy. At this time, it was all thanks to the Schrodinger's Corridor of Life that was working diligently to keep his consciousness open.

He ignored the women who flirted with him on the street and calmly and elegantly rejected the extravagant nightlife.

I walked slowly back to the five-story old building, and under the light of the street lamp, I lit a cigarette melancholy. In the dark corridor, the red cigarette butt flashed rhythmically with my breathing.

Yin Ze took one step at a time and the sound of his footsteps was also melancholy.

I don’t know if it’s due to years of disrepair, but the voice-controlled lights in the stairwell are a little dim, and have poor contact, flickering and occasionally making a sharp sound of electricity.

There is no moon tonight, and the neon lights of the nightlife are far away and cannot be reflected here. The view is dark and blurry in the blind spot where the light is blocked, and I am drunk, so even the stairs are a little unclear.

He called out softly, trying to activate the voice-controlled light, but the bulb lit up for a moment and then short-circuited with a crackling sound.

The sound of one's own voice spreads and echoes in one's ears, seeming ethereal and lasting for a long time, giving one the illusion of being in a secluded valley far away from the hustle and bustle of the world.

Maybe it was because of the cold wind on the road after drinking, Yin Ze still felt a little cold, so he wrapped himself up and zipped up his shirt to keep warm.

With his head down, the man climbed slowly based on his memory, his hair fluttering in the breeze between the buildings.

After a while, the man was a little confused.

I vaguely remember that it was only about ten steps, so why haven’t I reached the second floor yet?

Not scientific.

Yin Ze scratched his head blankly, and looked back, only to see that it was pitch black behind him, and he couldn't see anything. He tried to rub his tired eyes, but they still felt foggy.

It seems that he was really drunk. Not only did his stomach feel churning, but he also felt a little dizzy.

The ruthless alcohol container sighed and sat on the stairs, resting his head with his hands. He planned to use the power of the corridor of life to the maximum, as long as it could support him until he entered the house and lay down on the floor, then it would not be a big deal if he suddenly blacked out.

I did it as soon as I thought of it. All the UI interfaces in my mind that were convenient for observation and operation turned red, symbolizing overload, and buzzed and hummed, just like a DIY host that was being squeezed dry of its performance.

The groggy consciousness was like being poured with a basin of ice water. After a shiver, it regained clarity. His hearing became sharper, his night vision improved, his skin's response to the cold air at midnight became more delicate, and his five senses became more acute than usual.

The overclocking countdown begins. Considering the current nutrition, it won’t be a problem to continue for another five or six minutes.

Men actually try their best to avoid using this mode of operation. After all, they don’t want to get tired and suffer from kidney deficiency at a young age.

Yin Ze, who was drunk, stood up easily. The anesthetic effect of alcohol was covered by the powerful ability of the Corridor of Life. Now his body was no longer weak and his legs were strong.

Go up to the third floor in one breath, no effort!

The man happily took two steps at a time and took three steps at a time, leaping swiftly and agilely for a long time.

…but I still didn’t see the corner of the second floor.

It feels like I have more than enough energy to climb to the top of the building.

Absolutely unscientific.

Yin Ze thought of something dirty, and his movements became stiff. He tried to turn his head again. However, even though his vision had been enhanced by 2.0, he could still only see the foggy darkness behind him.

The man vaguely felt that something was wrong, so he carefully stuck to the wall and continued to climb up the stairs.

After about twenty steps, I finally stood at the corner of the second floor.

Before I could wipe off the cold sweat and breathe a sigh of relief, a song suddenly came from the leisurely corridor.

Accompanied by the ringing of bells, an unknown woman sang an unknown ancient tune in a shrill voice, which was extremely eerie.

Yin Ze's scalp suddenly felt numb and his hair stood on end.

Calm down... At a time like this, I must not have any curiosity, no peek, no stupid things, just go back to the house.

The figurine of Guan Erye in the rental house, although it is a gender-swapped two-dimensional version of the sailor suit that was won for free in a lottery, is also a sacred medium that has been given the title of Guandi, the Great Emperor of Demons.

There are also works of Marx and Lenin on the bookshelf. The red light of materialism illuminates the world, and all evildoers will disappear into thin air.

The man looked straight ahead, silently reciting The Poverty of Philosophy in his mind, forcing himself not to look in the direction where the strange song was emanating from. He tiptoed toward the wall, groping towards 2-4 like a gecko.

The strange tune is getting closer.

Yin Ze looked bitter and tremblingly searched for the key in his pocket.

But in his panic, the key slipped from his hand and hit the floor with a crisp sound that could be heard very, very far away.

A brief moment of silence.

In an instant, the volume of the music suddenly increased, just like a 'ghost' in a game of hide-and-seek finding a hidden 'child'. The source of the sound quickly approached here, and the woman's singing was mixed with ecstatic and twisted laughter.

Oh my god, the Three Pure Ones!!!

Yin Ze was so scared that he quickly bent down to pick up the key, ran to the door, and quickly inserted it into the keyhole.

"Why are your legs so trembling, benefactor?"

A faint and old voice like a spring breeze sounded behind him, followed by a compassionate Buddhist chant. The horrible female voice screamed and fled, gradually subsiding.

Yin Ze shivered and turned around, only to see a monk with a shiny head, wearing a scarlet glazed robe, holding a life-saving Zen staff in his hand, standing there like a strong bamboo.

I clearly called out to the Three Pure Ones just now, how come a bald Buddhist monk suddenly appeared?

But this person has a full forehead, thick earlobes, and eyes that show he has seen the ups and downs of the world. You can tell at a glance that he is at least a high monk who has seen through the white bones. So it doesn't affect someone's cry for help.

"Master, save me!" Yin Ze called out sadly.

"I see that the donor has black energy surrounding his body, which means he has sinned." The old monk said calmly.

"Master, please be clear. Since I was born, I have never slaughtered a chicken. At most, I have killed a few ugly cockroaches!"

"It is not the sin of killing, but the sin of lying and joking."

The old monk sighed.

"Little do we know that humans are the leaders of all living things, and every word and action of theirs is accompanied by many causes and effects. Now is the time when the Yin energy gathers, the ghost messenger passes through, and the performance is happy to be rewarded. People like you who sow discord, slander and harm others, and are smooth-talking, should be thrown into the Tongue-Pulling Hell, where the little ghosts will pull their tongues with pincers and suffer untold pain."

"Impossible! I have always been careful with my words and actions. I never gossip or say bad things about others behind their backs, and I never spread rumors!" Yin Ze was shocked.

"Donor, please do not deceive yourself. Just look back and you will know." The old monk closed his eyes lightly.

Yin Ze turned around again, his eyes widened.

Just look at the security door of 2-4, where a few big words were written in lipstick in a sad and angry tone: "Hemorrhoids, liar!"

A cool feeling flows from head to toe.

"Amitabha, good deeds are rewarded with good, and evil deeds are punished with evil. The donor used his eloquence and his beautiful appearance to hurt others with his words. Now the evil consequences are reappearing. This is also the cycle of nature and the eternal truth."

Yin Ze turned his head again and again, wanting to say something, but the old monk's figure gradually faded until it disappeared transparently.

Without the suppression of this great monk, the sad female voice seemed to be reborn, and it approached again with wild laughter and weird screams.

The man also felt a burning pain in his buttocks, as if the imaginary hemorrhoids really were taking their toll on him.

Yin Ze was horrified to see the woman in white clothes, black hair, and scarlet nails, pouncing on him with her fangs bared.

He looked closely and was frightened to death.

"Ah! You're Sa...!"

……

"No, no, I was wrong! I won't dare to do it next time!"

The pale man wailed with his eyes tightly closed, and finally he sat up from the ground with a somersault. Reflexively, he held his hands weakly and backed away.

"Brother Takizawa?" The little girl with pigtails squatting next to him looked at him worriedly and anxiously.

"Xiang, Xiangyue-chan?" The man looked at the girl in surprise and suspicion.

"Ugh, such a strong smell of alcohol. How much did you drink last night? Why didn't you even come into the house and lie here all night?" The girl with pigtails glared at him with both heartache and blame.

Yin Ze was still a little dazed. He raised his head and stared blankly outside the corridor.

There are no ghosts, fog, or monks.

There is only the blue sky, the bright sun, and the pleasant spring breeze.

There were even a few sparrows, chirping and keeping each other company, perched on the telephone poles, staring at him with their heads tilted.

"Why am I here?" the man asked numbly.

"I was just about to go to school, and when I came downstairs I saw you curled up on the ground in front of the door, twisting and turning, struggling." Asamiya Kazuki frowned, "You're wet, you must have been caught in the rain when you came back last night. It would be troublesome if you catch a cold and have a high fever. Oh, come on, you're already an adult, you have to take care of yourself!"

"It turned out to be a dream." Yin Ze felt the warm sunshine and came back to his senses after a long time. He smiled and let out a long sigh, "I said it, how can a lie lead to the Black and White Impermanence to raise performance, it's too weird."

"Stop talking nonsense here and change your clothes!" Asamiya Kazuki urged like an old nanny.

"Oh, I have to take a day off and catch up." Yin Ze had a splitting headache due to the hangover and got up with difficulty.

But when he turned around and raised his eyes, he saw the security door.

"Hemorrhoids are a liar!"

Cardiac arrest.

"Could this be the drawing by the older sister from yesterday?" Asamiya Kazuki said angrily, "How could this person be so rude! I actually believed what she said!"

"Phone, phone, I have to make a call..." Yin Ze took out his cell phone with a pale face.

……

Sakura Ayane woke up.

She fell asleep in such a rage last night that she even dreamed about that annoying guy. She vaguely remembered giving him a good beating, but it was just a dream after all, so she was still angry when she woke up.

As luck would have it, the cell phone kept ringing, which made her even more irritable when she woke up.

After seeing the caller's information, he was so angry that he hung up.

Ding ding ding.

Called again.

"Hello? What are you doing? Are you sick? Why are you doing this so early in the morning?" The girl lying in the quilt retorted viciously.

"Sakura, I was wrong, I lied to you, I am really not a human being, I regret it!" The first sentence on the other end of the phone was to kneel down and admit defeat.

"Heh, what's your fault? I'm the one being unreasonable." The girl said with a wry smile.

"Wow, Sakura-san, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have lied to you, I shouldn't have thought you were troublesome..."

"Oh, that's really strange. You've even used honorifics. That's great. Let's draw a clear line between us now." The girl smiled coldly.

"Sakura-chan! Sakura-chan! Ayane--!! I was wrong! Please forgive me!!" There was even a crying voice coming from the other end of the phone.

"...Well, since you said so." The girl was caught off guard by being called by her name and relaxed instantly. But then she thought she was too weak and was about to get angry again.

"What a broad mind! That's great!" the person on the other end of the phone exclaimed.

"Hey, it's not over yet..." the girl said viciously.

"I knew you were a magnanimous person. I love you the most!" The person on the other end of the phone was crying with joy as if he had been released from prison.

pat.

Sakura Ayane blushed and hung up the phone.

This guy is crazy so early in the morning!

Chapter 85: Labor is the Most Glorious

Another day of hard work.

Before the formal recording, Nakajima Masaji was sitting on the sofa studying his lines. He looked up by chance and saw a handsome young man with a stubble on his face, looking shabby, walking in with a small satchel on his back.