What if the lord is too popular

Night, five minutes to seven.

The studio was in full swing.

Time seems to run twice as fast, and no one touches the ground.

Presided over the last round of manuscript review, lighting and photography to discuss the best camera position.

Unfamiliar makeup artists help Yaoya and Nakaya touch up their makeup one by one, but Sayoko is missing.

tap tap —

The sound of noisy footsteps approaching.

Yaoya opened his eyes, and saw Tsukihiko in the white suit standing in front of him.

The man first glanced at the young man with red hair, and said casually:

"Mr. Zhongyuan, tonight's ratings depend on you."

Port Mafia officials wrinkled their noses and ignored them.

Apparently, he has figured out the nature of a man's vengeance.

"I heard that Lantang was on this show a few days ago?"

Yaozai took the lead.

Yue Yan narrowed his red pupils slightly and looked over, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Yes, what's the problem?"

As soon as these words came out, gunpowder filled the air.

An untimely silence spread between the two of them, and their swords were tense as they looked at each other.Even the makeup artist on the side couldn't help but look sideways.

"Wait, your setting powder got in my eyes."

Chuya's strange cry somehow saves the atmosphere from the crisis.

Yue Yan's icy mask was broken, and his thin, bloodless lips curved into a smile.

He stepped forward and patted Yaozai's shoulder affectionately, reassuring: "Don't worry, not everyone will become a vampire when they appear on my show."

Yaozai stared at him.

Rather than saying that the man's mask is cracked, it is better to say that he is hiding the "truth" now.

"I'm not worried," Yaozai said neither humble nor overbearing, "Have Mr. Yueyan forgotten why we were invited to be on the TV station?"

[Because of a brief victory in the confrontation with the vampire. ]

Tsukihiko smiled, and in front of Yaoya, grandly took out a handkerchief to wipe his fingers—

Just touched his fingers.

"Oh, really?" The man lowered his head, his pale cheeks were covered in shadows, and his tone was like a ghost: "What if you, or your companion, become a vampire?"

He looked at Chuya Nakahara meaningfully for a few seconds.

Before Yaozai could open his mouth, he tapped and tapped—

The sound of hurried footsteps came again.

The two had to put aside the undercurrent for a while, and followed the prestige.

What came into view was a guard in his 50s, sweating profusely and panting.

"Didn't you see that the live broadcast here is about to start?" Yue Yan reprimanded coldly: "What happened?"

There was a trace of fear in the skinny guard's eyes, he pointed to the door and stammered: "Someone outside threatened to commit suicide!"

"Suicide?" Yue Yan squinted his eyes and pondered for a while, then twitched his mouth: "Then let him die?"

"hiss-"

When the words came out, everyone was shocked.

The guard standing in front of him was even more dumbstruck.

Yaozai looked at him with cold eyes.

After a while, Yue Yan seemed to have finally realized that he had slipped his words, and with his hands in his pockets, he chuckled:

"Just kidding." He raised his head and smiled kindly at the guard: "Drive that man away."

The guard was still terrified by Yueyan's words just now, and cautiously said:

"Uh, I'm afraid, I'm afraid it's a bit difficult. The man said he was a mafia and he still had a gun in his hand."

Likes suicide and calls himself a mafia?

Hearing this, Yaozai and Zhong also looked at each other, not surprisingly seeing the same guess in each other's eyes.

The two hit it off immediately, and Yaoya grabbed each other's waist:

[Teleport].

Down to earth, the breeze caressed the face.

They opened their eyes at the same time, and saw the young man sitting by the fountain with his head bowed in thought in the dark night and under the bright moonlight.

"Osamu Dazai! Why are you here?"

Before they could completely separate from Yaozai, Nakahara Chuya shouted excitedly.

As a result, the curly-haired young man took advantage of the situation to look over, saw the posture of the two of them clearly, and narrowed his thin eyes almost invisibly.

Osamu Dazai put away the gun hooked by his index finger as if nothing had happened, and walked towards them:

"Good evening, Chuya. I heard that you fought a battle with vampires, so I came here to see if you died."

As Dazai said, his gaze flicked across Yaoya's face as if nothing existed.

"Ha, what are you talking about Dazai. Do you deserve a beating?"

Just for a moment, the cadres of Mafia at the port put on the fighting spirit.

Seeing this, Osamu Dazai wrinkled his nose helplessly, took a step forward and hugged him while Zhong didn't pay attention.

He put his chin on the other person's shoulder, and said in a soft and serious voice, "I heard that something happened to Li Yuan, someone asked me to comfort you."

Nakahara Chuya's back stiffened immediately, he gave up after struggling for a few seconds, "cut" in dissatisfaction, and cursed in a low voice:

"I don't know when you listened to 'him' again?"

"Obey what you say? Heh." Osamu Dazai snorted, "I won't obey someone who disregards the fate of his subordinates. I'm here to tell you—"

Dazai paused for a moment, then looked at Yoya Miyashiki, with a mischievous gleam in his eyes:

[How about we join hands to kill Mr. Mori and replace him! ]

"quack-"

The crows on the telephone poles were crowing, and the bleak autumn wind rolled up the withered yellow leaves on the ground.

Yaoya's heart skipped a beat, and he didn't know if it was because Dazai's proposal was too shocking, or because the flames in his eyes were burning too hot.

He looked away as if avoiding it.

"You're crazy, Dazai!"

Unaware of the secret interaction between the two, Nakahara also jumped out of Dazai's arms with a scream.

He babbled:

"You actually want to assassinate the boss, are you out of your mind!"

In just two sentences, the position of the Mafia cadres at the port is clearly revealed.

Dazai shrugged without showing any disappointment on his face:

"Well, if you don't want to. It's a pity! I thought that the two blacks could do anything together!"

"...but this kind of thing..."

The Central Plains also faltered.

at this time-

As if to ease the awkward atmosphere, Yue Yan came late.

He held back his anger and looked at the three of them, his face was as frosty as he said:

"Can I go back after talking about the past?"

Yaozai glanced at the silver watch Tsukihiko was wearing on his wrist.

The pointer is pointing at 57 points, and there are only 3 minutes left before the start of the live broadcast.

"Of course." He nodded and started to leave, followed by Zhong Yuanzhong.

"You wait." Yue Yan stopped Dazai Osamu, who wanted to fish in troubled waters, and entered together, and said coldly: "Idlers are not allowed to enter the studio."

"oops-"

Osamu Dazai patted his head with a hippie smile:

"Then I won't go in. I also want to see the fountain outside the door. If I put my head in it, will I be drowned or electrocuted?"

Dazai ignored Yue Yan's sudden change of expression, and changed the subject of Harmless Humans and Animals:

"By the way, I remember that tonight's news is live?"

"..."

The producer pursed his lips and stared at him, for a second or a century, and ordered with a gloomy expression:

"You get out too."

"It should be 'You too, please come in~'"

Tsukihiko strode away, as if avoiding some kind of plague.

Zhong Yuanzhong also lowered his head, immersed in his own thoughts.

Osamu Dazai then walked briskly to Yaoya's side, he was very close, and his arm would rub against Yaoya from time to time.

He looked at the right moment, and asked in a firm tone that only two people could hear:

"Ms. Yoya stayed in the basement voluntarily, right? For...Mr. Mori?"

He waited, and saw Yaoya's footsteps faltered, and his lips moved, as if he had said something.

But the surrounding lights are too strong and the environment is too noisy.

Dazai did not hear.

His eyes darkened.

One minute before the nightly news, everyone takes their positions.

"Welcome back to the Nightly News. Here's a feature on the noon vampire attack. First, please join us for a few interviews."

Yoya and Nakaya waited side by side, looking at Dazai Osamu who was sitting in a corner watching from time to time.

If it is said that Nakahara was also sent by Mori Ogai to protect himself.

Then the reason why Osamu Dazai appeared...?

The young man noticed his peeping and smiled at him mysteriously.

Before leaving, the dispute between him and Mori Ogai popped into his mind:

[Mori Ogai: Are you sure you want to use this extreme method?Let go of your boring heroism. ]

[Yaozai: I did this for you, Mr. Mori.It's you who said that if you don't find out who is behind the scenes, the business of Port Mafia will continue to be affected.Blocking me is not in line with your "interests first" principle. ]

[Sen Ou's foreign language plug: ... You clearly know that this is an excuse I made up casually. ]

[Yaoya smiles kindly: You will give the recording just mentioned to Chuya-kun, will you? ]

[Mori Ogai is annoyed: It's Mr. Zhongyuan. ]

Memories come to an end.

What was Mori Ogai's expression at that time?

Yaozai closed his eyes, and the man's frown appeared in the darkness.

He... really doesn't agree with this plan, right?

Yaozai suddenly turned his head and looked directly at the Mafia officer at the port:

"Chuya, quickly check if the recording pen is still there?"

Zhong Yuan was also preoccupied, and waited for Yaozai to give him a push before returning to his senses.

He fumbled in his bosom, and after a while he took out a black recording pen, which was the same as the one Yaoya once held.

Yaozai breathed a sigh of relief, Gao Xuan's heart sank slightly, but it hadn't completely returned to its original place.

at this time-

Screen behind host:

"A young male in a kimono saved me and my daughter, otherwise I wouldn't know what to do. Yes, he teleports and transfers a lot of people. I think this is a kind of physical power, because when it arrives In the end, his face turned pale... I hope my daughter and I can come to the door to thank him in person.”

Zhongyuan Zhong also gave Yaozai a reproachful look:

"Why didn't you tell me the limitations of your abilities?"

Yaozai smiled as if nothing had happened: "Oh, didn't I tell you? Maybe the situation was too urgent."

"……Humph."

The male and female hosts: "Now, let's invite two brave heroes to come on stage!"

Yaozai raised his head forward and pointedly said to Zhong Ye:

"I'll count on you then."

"..."

Yaozai and Zhong are also bathed in the spotlight.

Hostess: "Please introduce yourself briefly. Name, occupation..."

Yoya: "Good evening, my name is Yoya Ubuyashiki, and I'm a researcher by profession."

Zhong Yuanzhong also took the microphone, hesitated for a few seconds and raised his eyebrows to look at the host: "Professional, are you sure you want to talk?"

The host nodded emphatically: "Must."

"...Okay, Nakahara Chuya. An officer at the port Mafia."

Although the information was known in advance, the hostess still gasped cooperatively.

"Is it the famous port mafia?"

"uh-huh."

The male host appropriately inserted real-time comments from netizens:

"Currently, there is a steady stream of feedback online. We randomly select a few."

[Netizen 1: woc, mafia!Lifetime series.The program team is too big. ]

[Netizen 2: Why are their looks comparable to idols? I can, I am willing.Are you two still single? ]

[Netizen 3: What kind of supernatural power is teleportation, what kind of transportation can't compare to it?I want to see it! ]

……

The male host couldn't help laughing: "Did you both hear the question from the netizens? Ubuyashiki's teleportation used to save lives, can you show it on the spot so that we can feast our eyes?"

"of course."

Yaozai had a pleasant smile on his face, but before he finished speaking, his figure flashed.

The end point of [Teleportation] is beside the male host, and the target is the ipad in his hand.

pat—

Yaoza easily put the ipad in his pocket, and then politely returned it under the stunned gaze of the man.

"Feel sorry."

His display of powers in full view was not a gimmick, but—

The male host glanced at the comment interface, the beeps kept going, and the newly submitted comments were nothing more than admiration for Yoya Ubuyashiki:

[Netizen 4: Awesome!Comparable to any door is also powerful!Why don't I have this kind of ability, woo woo woo. ]

[Netizen 2: Still the same sentence, is brother single! ]

[Netizen 5: Thank God for bestowing such useful abilities on kind people! ! ! ]

There is no doubt that Ubuyashiki's reputation is taking to new levels.

His gaze inadvertently passed over Yue Yan on the sidelines, and then he looked at Zhong Ye across the air, and said a few words with his lips slightly parted:

[it's time. ]

Zhong also pursed his lips, holding the recorder in his pocket and making up his mind.

Before he stood up, suddenly—

"Ah!"

With the roar, a slender figure flashed in front of the camera.

"oops!"

There was a commotion among the working crowd.

A few seconds later, when the dust settled, Yaozai took a closer look and couldn't help but be amazed.

I saw Sayoko who disappeared a moment ago and came back, her face was abnormally pale, and her eyes were scarlet like blood.

The woman pinched the nearest hostage's throat with her fingernails, licked her dry lips, and said in an overly cadenced tone:

Next to the dressing room that Yaoya and Chuya had previously occupied, a man with disheveled mid-length hair and eyes of different colors drank wine with great interest.

He licked off the red liquid on his lips, opened his mouth to reveal two sharp fangs and said slowly:

"Give me blood—"

Sayoko from the studio said in a cadenced tone: "Give me blood—"

The man in the dressing room: "If you don't give it, I will kill the guy in my arms."

Xiao Yezi: "If I don't give it, I will kill this guy in my arms."

Zhong Ye stared angrily: "Hey, Xiao Yezi! Let him go."

Sayoko turned a deaf ear to it.

The Mafia officers at the port tried to repeat the same trick, manipulating gravity to trap the opponent.

Surprisingly, nothing works.

Zhong also had a serious look on his face.

The kidnapped Yue Yan risked his life and shouted:

"Turn off the live broadcast! Now turn off the live broadcast..."

The man in the dressing room snorted lightly: "Don't turn off the live broadcast, or I'll let you splatter blood on the spot in front of audiences across the country."

Sayoko repeated it verbatim.

[Don’t turn off the live broadcast, or I’ll let you splatter blood on the spot in front of audiences across the country. ]

Nakahara Nakaya looked at Yoya Ubuyashiki who was on the side, and shouted angrily:

"Hey, what are you doing in a daze!"

Yaozai didn't move, just stared at the hostage who was close at hand.

There are two options before him—

1. Save him.

2. Let him go.

Yaozai raised his eyes and saw a pair of gloomy plum red vertical pupils.

at the same time-

Tsukihiko, whose life was hanging by a thread in a white suit, smiled provocatively at him.

The author has something to say: just open an advance collection of "Dazai Osamu's Thoughts and Changes", and put a copy:

On the third anniversary of their marriage, Osamu Dazai accidentally called out the name of the leader Mori Ogai during Kazuya's bed movement.

In a fit of rage, Port Mafia Gravity blew up their love hut.

Mr. Unscrupulous Man was kicked out of the house and went to bars.And here he met the man who is said to be able to save him from fire and water——Tong Mo, the leader of the Bliss Cult of the World.

Interested little angels can accept it~