Idol coser Mr. Sokin

It's not the perfect stage.

The lighting was different from the previous rehearsals, and the accompaniment was produced by rock music, and Zong Jin could only simply open his voice before going on stage.

Costumes are from before, with minor temporary changes.

This is a theater, there is no MV board, no cameras to take care of, and there are audiences who are far or near.

The movements need to be changed, the dance steps need to be changed, and the performance strength needs to be changed.

Zong Jin stood in the center of the stage. Since he agreed to take the stage, he had thought about it a lot. Doing something seriously has never been as easy as imagined.

Before the lights came on, before the prelude sounded, he breathed steadily, closed his eyes and lived through all the matters that should be paid attention to, and then fixed them in his mind.

"despair."

"Tattoo..."

The lights were turned on in order, and the originally noisy stadium became quiet in an instant.

If there is no notice of the changed program, he will naturally be questioned.

Zong Jin was well aware of this, but still accepted it.

For him, as long as it is a stage, it cannot be messed up.

Prelude, prologue, accompaniment.

The audience gradually became commotion.

"The lingering uneasiness hidden in your heart—" After he spoke, the audience's voice could be heard.

"Hey, is he from the day before yesterday?!"

"Really? Is it true?"

Some people look forward to it, some people are curious.

The discussion couldn't affect Zong Yuan, and it was clearly a show for the audience, but he had enough confidence to maintain himself without being affected in the slightest.

And the reason why he performed well was not only because of himself.

Zong Jin's gaze skipped the stage, and when he saw the glow stick held high and the slightly illuminated person, the corners of his mouth curled up.

"What is that sense of disobedience that doesn't know the truth—"

The singing and drum music reverberated in this theater room, and the audience was also mobilized enthusiastically, and the atmosphere gradually improved.

The top beam of the indoor stage.

The figure was reflected in Gogol's eyes. His eyes were covered by playing cards, and he condescended to appreciate the singing. The communicator next to his ear was turned on, and the singing was transmitted to the other side of the communication along the new number.

Not long after, a sound came out of the earphones.

[what do you think? ]

The person below is full of self-confidence and dazzling, attracting everyone's attention, but it is like a nightingale singing in a cage.

"Average~"

No different from ordinary people.

"A Tuo, are you sure he is the same as us?"

that is chained but not

The self-knowledge made him unhappy just looking at it.

The voice in the headset did not answer directly.

[He is confused, unsure of his own existence, and all the characteristics of his appearance are illusions, which can be colored at will like a blank sheet of paper. ]

[Finally... his powers are very useful. ]

The current blurred the smile.

"Really? Since A Tuo said so..." Gogol smiled slightly.

A Tuo can not go wrong.

The following music progressed to a climax, and the figures of the people on the stage began to loom, and the audience didn't seem to notice such an abnormality.

Zong Jin's pupils shrank, and the singing stopped abruptly.

The premonition of the crisis made him jump backwards, and the ground in front of him disappeared out of thin air.

The wooden floor surface above fell from the white cloak and split in two on the ground.

The crowd became agitated, aware of the danger.

"Huh, dodged? I'm sorry to interrupt your performance." The other party's tone was brisk, and the apology seemed sincere, if it hadn't just activated the supernatural power.

Zong Jin raised his head and looked at those golden eyes, and there was a warning of danger coming from him.

He knows this man.

In addition to the somewhat vague memory about the manga, the formed world memory also has a little information about him.

Gogol, a supernatural space class, can connect his cloak to somewhere within 30 meters.

Can you beat it?untested.

The enemy is too powerful, and it is rare for him not to restrict the use of supernatural powers, and of course he has not turned on the filth. Self-gravity emerges from him. At the moment of using supernatural powers, Zong Jin felt that he was hit in the head by some existence and felt violent rejection.

[…like]

[The world suddenly opened its eyes and cast its gaze here]

[He finally found the stowaway outside the rules]

Kunikida Doppo stood up from his chair, and was about to go to the front to support, but was held back by Edogawa Ranpo.

Seeing the boy who still looked like a boy open his eyes, he had a rare serious expression on his face: "It's okay, go and evacuate the people."

The young man on the stage dodged once but couldn’t dodge the second time. He managed to open one eye and subconsciously held the mobile phone in his arms. When he was caught by Gogol and started teleporting, he was like a misty phantom that couldn’t be grasped. , disappeared in place.

When the riot subsided, there were no casualties, only people who should not have disappeared.

……

"Goodbye."

I don't know who it was, and whispered a farewell that no one could hear.

Gravity spreads around, the surroundings are changing colors, and the world is like marbles suspended in the air.

Zong Jin opened his eyes,

The silver-white pupils were full of confusion.

Looking back, he couldn't find the world that just expelled him, and naturally, he couldn't find the world where his "home" was.

The surrounding area is so quiet that one suspects hearing loss.

Zong Jin stood there expressionless, and took a while to move. He took out the protected mobile phone from his arms, and tightened his fingers gently, as if he was holding the most precious treasure.

He doesn't belong to any world, but he has a family he recognizes from the bottom of his heart.

He closed his eyes, his ocher hair gradually faded to silvery white, uneven and casually draped over his body, the length reaching his back.

The reason for being forced out of one's own world is to be influenced by people's wishes.

With a certain degree of willingness, he obtained Chuya's supernatural ability, and he was believed by the people in this world, that is, he was believed by the world's favorite people, and the supernatural ability he obtained also mutated accordingly.

Because Zong Jin is special, he will not be excluded when he lands alone in the world.He does not belong to any world, but he can belong to any world, so he will not be driven away when he arrives at the beginning.

The way to leave the world is to use all your abilities to let the world know that there are bugs in the system.

People cannot see another self.

Naturally, peers cannot exist in the same world.

Zong Jin clasped his mobile phone with both hands, his expression was calm, he lowered his head slightly, resting his forehead on his hands, his silver hair fell down with his movements.

This is an action like praying.

He couldn't find his way home for a while, but he knew he couldn't stand still.

If he really stayed where he was, he would never be able to return home.

Only look forward, only to move forward regardless, maybe one day.

……

Every step is a world.

In other words, every time he arrives in a new world, he needs people's approval, he needs to pretend... he needs to cosplay into the original person in the world, and then create a difference before he can leave.

And only by leaving can he move forward again.

This may be... a long, long journey.

Zong Jin's whole body is white, his eyebrows, long eyelashes, and skin reflect the light that shines on his body, which is strangely integrated with the environment that is changing colors at any time.

He stood up straight. In fact, here, there is no distinction between up, down, left, and right. The gravity on his body is entirely derived from Zhongye's supernatural power.

He took a step forward.

Brother Qian Kong, Father Bai Ye... Please don't forget me.

If I forgot...

Only half of the unfinished thoughts appeared, and the rest were consciously buried by Zong Jin.

Just as suddenly as the disappearance

Wu, Zong Jin fell into the new world.

The forest is huge and fresh, and the surroundings are quiet but there is the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves, the sound of insects flapping their wings, and the low decibels are especially pleasant after experiencing the silence just now.

here is……

"what is that?"

"Humanity?"

"It's not human, he just appeared out of thin air."

"But he doesn't have any demon power at all."

Faint voices came into the ear, Zong Jin hadn't moved yet, those voices spoke again.

"Look, he didn't notice us, it's human beings."

Zong Jin looked over, and the little monsters who no longer paid attention to him didn't notice his movement, and began to squat around the bushes and talk about it.

"Compared to this, there seems to be a big star shooting around here recently... It looks like it's very lively, do you want to go over there to have fun?"

"Great!"

"Wait, isn't there a gossip saying that there is an exorcist over there?"

"really?"

"Is it the exorcist we know?"

"It seems to be, Natori... Natori Junichi?"

"Have not heard."

"Have not heard."

It's Natori Monday.

Zong Jin leaned against the tree and heard this helpless remark in his heart, these little monsters really didn't care about it.

Is the big star following the name on Monday? Although I don't know what time it is, but there is an option that can't go wrong.

Zong Jin's height has shrunk to 167, his long hair has become shorter, brown hair and brown pupils.He stretched out his hands to block the sunlight that fell from the gaps in the leaves.

The color of his eyes is still relatively lighter, which is out of control.

Natsume Takashi is the one who cosplays the most times in the book of friends. Zong Jin himself has a good compatibility with this character, so he is naturally more willing to play a role he is familiar with.

He can change into any form, since it is not his own world, and there are no key people here, so there is no need to follow the original rules.

As for those little monsters.

After chatting for a while, it seemed that the conversation had turned over, and they all separated, and they didn't even give him another look during the period.

As a human being, he was completely ignored.

Zong Jin is very sensitive to sight, he can know whether he is seen or not.

If it was an urban area, he might still be troubled and difficult to distinguish, but in a forest like this where there are few people, he can clearly distinguish the sights of monsters and animals.

A fat white bird fell from the tree, and the peas-like brown-black eyes reflected the brown-haired boy under the tree, who just raised his head and

Seeing it, smiled and waved with it.

Fat chirp bird: (*/ω＼*) chirp~

Zong Jin was about to leave, but found that the little bird approached him as if not afraid of people.

"what happened?"

Zong Jin reached out his hand, and Fat Jiu rubbed his fingertips affectionately.

Zong Jin's hand sank, and he made a gesture to withdraw his hand. The little fat bird spread its wings and flew to the top of his head, sitting down comfortably.

Zong Jin with white chirping on the top of his head: ...

This little one looks quite heavy for a small one.

"Want to follow me? But I'm going to a crowded place. If you're afraid, stay away." Zong Jin smiled helplessly.

The little bird didn't know whether he understood or not, so he bent down and chirped to him.

Zong Jin's ability to see monsters is his own ability. Although he can see, he does not have the powerful monster power of Natsume Takashi.

In other words, it is currently not feasible to find monsters or humans who know Natsume Takashi.

Exorcists and monsters can use breath to distinguish humans, but ordinary human friends need a time difference. If Natsume Takashi is already in Yahara, the probability of being spotted is too high.

Now it is different from the last time when he was recognized as Zhongye in the Central Plains by people in his own world.

He needs to be recognized as Natsume Takashi without meeting him face to face.

Besides the key figures, ordinary people's knowledge of him can also give him some abilities.

For example, if ordinary people think he is an exorcist.

Or some monsters thought he was a monster.

Both sects can get demon power from it.

Zong Jin knew what he had to do without needing to measure how long it took.

Avoid the crew in the forest, go to a nearby city, stay away from Yayuan for a while, and then...

The pitch-black monster weighed heavily on the middle-aged man. The other party had a heavy expression, and his whole body exuded a desolate atmosphere. From the watch on his wrist to the price of the brand of leather shoes, he could tell that the other party was once a successful person.

Nakamura Teru is a businessman.

It can be said that he used to be a very successful businessman, and in the eyes of everyone around him, he was a winner in life.When he was young, he married a beautiful wife and gave birth to two lovely daughters.

The wife is beautiful and virtuous, a full-time housewife.

The retired parents are taken care of by the wife at home.

Nakamura Hui supported the house by himself, and he still had enough savings to buy a villa.

While most men in Japan shoulder the same responsibilities like him, few can achieve this

the height of.Not to mention buying a house, it is probably already very difficult just to make ends meet.

But when their family happily moved to that villa, bad luck and accident came together.

His parents became irritable.

They originally got along very well with their wives and began to quarrel with their wives, and sometimes beat and scold them too much.

The two daughters who were still in junior high school became timid and sensitive because of this. They were originally outgoing and cheerful. They were well-liked at school and were accidentally bullied at school.

Nakamura Hui's business also plummeted.

The products of his company have been found to have problems in quality inspection.

Obviously he has never cut corners on production materials, and the character of his employees has always been good, but the products he produced failed the quality inspection.

Workers also had problems one after another, sickness, retirement, breach of contract, job hopping, and soon there were only a few people working under him.

Just now, he just came out of the police station.

Got bad news that almost crushed him.

His eldest daughter Mina committed suicide by jumping off the building in the morning because she couldn't stand the bullying at school.

But last night, Mina specially ran to her and hugged him, comforting him with her sweet voice: "It's okay dad, everything will be fine."

Nakamura Hui walked on the road in a daze. This place is quite close to the villa area, and there are not many pedestrians and vehicles around, so he walked towards the corner.

He lowered his head as if he hadn't heard the continuous and eager sound of car horns and the sound of rapid brakes coming from his ears.

"啾——!!"

The shrill birdsong pierced through everything and reached his ears.

The fluffy touch hit his face, Nakamura Teru hurriedly took two steps back in fright, trying to see what it was, and the next second was a car that almost passed him by.

"Walk carefully!!" The driver of the other side was also wronged and did not slow down when turning, so he just yelled angrily and drove away in the truck.

Only then did Nakamura Hui break out in a cold sweat belatedly.

"Xiao Jiu, don't run around."

The sound from the side and trot's footsteps made Nakamura Hui turn his head.

The little fat white bird that hit him just now spread its wings and flew crookedly to the top of the panting brown-haired boy. When the clear brown eyes looked at him, Nakamura Hui felt that he was overwhelmed by it. The weight seems to be a lot lighter.

"you……"

Zong Jin looked at the back of the middle-aged man, baring his fangs and claws and laughing, he was an extremely rampant monster.

"Excuse me, do you need help?"

Nakamura Hui's reaction was half a beat slow, and his expression was a little confused.

The clean and peaceful young man in front of him stretched out his hand towards him. The wind seemed to be particularly fond of him, brushing over his clothes and the broken hair on his forehead, making that gentle smile unobstructed.

"Sorry for being abrupt, let me introduce myself, my name is Natsume Takashi, and I am a demon exorcist."