What if the lord is too popular

The day the show was recorded

The line outside the studio was long and overcrowded.

The employees at the end rushed into the scene, anxiously tiptoeing to watch—if the progress was delayed, they would be stared at by the producer again.

Suddenly someone patted him on the shoulder: "What happened?"

Noisy around, hard to hear.He cursed without looking back:

"Can't you read it yourself? Really!"

There was a silence, and the familiar low pressure lingered.

An ominous premonition flashed across his mind, he shrank his head and turned his head, and when he met Shang Wuyan's eyes full of shadows, his soul was instantly dissipated:

"Mr. Yueyan, uh...it's the police. The police insisted on doing it one by one, and only after a blood test."

"Police?" Wu Mi narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, his cold eyes lingering on the man's nameplate for a second, "Get out of the way."

Before the words fell, the man jumped a few steps with springs on his feet, staggering and staggering extremely funny.

"Hmph." Wu Mi sneered coldly, stopped looking at him, and strode towards the door.

Behind him, Yaozai and Tong Mo looked at each other and stepped up to follow.

On an important day like today, it's easy to get sidetracked.

There were two people standing at the door.

One stood guard like a sentinel, and his silent eyes were comparable to the Dead Sea.The other wears glasses with the bottom of a wine bottle, and his white coat is stained with an ink-colored unknown reagent.

He dripped blood from the tester's fingertips into the dial, and a line of bright green words jumped on the screen in an instant.

[Vampire factor, negative. ]

It turned out to be the instrument that Mori Ogai mentioned before, to test whether a vampire or not.

Not sure how accurate it is?

Yaozai felt mixed feelings.

If it is accurate, it can save many people from fire and water.

But at this moment, what should he do?

Gotta figure out a way.

Just as he was thinking, Wu Mi stepped forward, smiling distantly and greeting:

"Officer Tomioka, long time no see, what are you doing?"

Ask knowingly.

Tomioka rolled his eyelids, and said earnestly: "The higher authorities stipulate that in order to avoid live broadcast accidents like last time, everyone must be tested before entering."

"Oh, so that's the case." Wu Mi nodded in agreement, her face covered with false worry. "Recently, the situation in various places is not optimistic, but Police Officer Tomioka should be very lucky, right?"

Tomioka frowned: "What do you mean?"

Wu Cang smiled harmlessly: "Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to resume your job as an operator?"

operator?Official reinstatement?

Another figure appeared in Yaozai's mind.

Tomioka took a step forward, with waves in his lifeless eyes, as if a storm was about to come:

"Can you say that again?"

The sword was on the verge of breaking out, Wu Mi turned a deaf ear, and looked at the instrument that Yaoza was very concerned about, "This thing can really detect vampires?"

The temptation behind curiosity.

"Of course." The research man's glasses reflected light, and he raised his head proudly to explain: "All I need is a drop of blood."

"It's amazing." Wu Mi praised cooperatively, then changed the topic, "But can only vampires be detected?"

"Isn't it enough to detect vampires?"

"Sir, no one can guarantee that there is only one kind of 'non-human' creature in the world, can you?"

The polite rhetorical question made the man in glasses speechless, blushing, and faltering:

"This... currently the function is relatively simple. Your suggestion is very good, let me give it back to the teacher of research and development."

It turned out that he was just an operator.

People at the scene were panicked because of Wu Mian's "Wuxin" words and the coercion quietly released.

Vampire mutation is already crazy enough, if there is another guy who plots evil, wouldn't it be, uh...

the end of the world?

There is no misfortune, nothing is easier to be brainwashed/brainwashed than impetuous people.

He looked at Yaozai with a half-smile: "Please let our honored guest tonight do a test first?"

"..."

Yaoza vaguely guessed the direction of the matter.

Either Wu Mi used him to test the accuracy of the instrument, or he was worried about Amber last night.

[Insects fused with resin are equivalent to immortality. ]

Who would have thought that the majestic ghost king would be afraid of death?

Putting aside the sneer at Wu Mi for the time being, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the current Yaozai is hard to get off.

Even the teleportation that he is good at has no room for display.

Are you looking for an excuse to escape?Or take a gamble on the percentage error probability of the instrument?

Dilemma.

He caught a glimpse of Tong Mo beside him from the corner of his eye, and suddenly felt blessed, and put on airs and said indifferently:

"As the Son of God, my generation, Hinoki, how could she bleed so easily?"

After saying this, the rolling eyes froze on Wu Mi, and asked with a smile:

"Did you say so? Producer Tsukihiko?"

With a large audience, Wu Mi couldn't refute at all.Otherwise, it will be shooting yourself in the foot, and the brainwashing/brain drama will fall short before it is sung.

He stared at Yaozai, and squeezed out three words from between his teeth:

"Yes, reason, reason."

Thank you for your cooperation.

Yaozai smiled, ignored Tong Mo's worried eyes, and dragged his wrist through the sleeves to move forward together.

They passed by countless astonished faces, and comments flocked:

"'That' producer actually compromised?"

"Unbelievable, is the Son of God really different from us mortals?"

"Ah, after all Mr. Tsukihiko also..."

"After all, Mr. Tsukihiko is just an ordinary person."

Wu Mi's hearing is excellent, presumably all the words just fell into his ears.Yaozai hoped that he would understand the truth that a small amount of patience can lead to chaos and big plans.

"You've gone too far." Tong Mo whispered in his ear.

"It's better than revealing your identity."

The two walked to the door, an arm blocking the way.

"Check."

"You didn't hear that I'm a god..."

"Stop pretending to be gods and ghosts, and you are not allowed to enter in case of accidents."

what……

Yaoya sighed, knowing that Police Officer Tomioka would not give up easily.

He subconsciously looked at Wu Mi not far away, only to see a wicked smile in his eyes.

It seems that Hu Po, who pointed at Sang and scolded Huai, really hit Lord Ghost King's sore spot.

After all, it was a grasshopper on a rope, and after a while of jokes, Wu Wu moved closer.

tap tap —

When he was one step away, Yaozai said loudly unexpectedly:

"Officer Tomioka, you are right. As sons of God, we have the duty to protect the world. It is only natural to cooperate with the testing."

The contrasting attitude made Tomioka stunned, Tong Mo's eyes widened, and even Wu Mian froze.

Yaozai didn't seem to notice, looked around the crowd with a pitiful smile on the corner of his mouth, and finally stretched out his index finger towards the man with glasses.

"What's your name?"

"Just call me Yamada."

Yaozai looked carefully at the man in front of him, vaguely familiar with him.

Mori Ogai has no information about the maker of the instrument, and this "Yamada-kun" may become a crucial clue.

Yaozai was thinking secretly, on the surface he had long shiny silver hair, and his drooping eyebrows were completely out of the world, peaceful and beautiful.

So much so that the illusory words just now became convincing.

Creatures like "Son of God" are indeed very different from ordinary people.

Seeing the sharp needles getting closer, Yaoya's fingers were suddenly grasped tightly.

He looked up, and the doubt in his eyes was fleeting.

"What's wrong, Mr. Tsukihiko?"

"Didn't you... Master Hinoki say you can't bleed easily?"

"Ah..." Yaozai smiled like a spring breeze, "The gods will not be angry because of this kind of thing, and we can't cause trouble for you either."

What a thoughtful statement, as if God really considers the world.

Everyone present clasped their hands and nodded gratefully.

Only Wu Mi's eyes were filled with fire, he hesitated to speak.

Could it be that Yaozai made up his mind to die with him?

"Are you ready? Don't waste time." Tomioka urged, Yaoya lightly pulled out his finger and let Yamada poke it.

Tick-tock, the moment blood fell into the dial, Wu Mi was forced to consider the countermeasures after Yaozai's identity was exposed.

Do you want to...abandon the car to save the handsome?What if this guy bites back?

So he couldn't be given a chance to speak, and once it was confirmed that he was a vampire, he would be killed on the spot.

Even if there are so many pairs of eyes watching?

Forget it, it's a bit risky, this dark thing may not detect anything at all.

Many thoughts were entangled in his mind, and Wu Mi couldn't help holding his breath.

The blood spots slowly penetrated, one second, two seconds...

The instrument seemed to fall into an eternal sleep.

what-

How stupid was he to be terrified of something man made?

Wu Mi smiled in relief, and was just about to pronounce the sentence of "instrument failure".

tap tap —

"What's going on here?"

Tanizaki Junichiro led several men in sunglasses and suits to them.

Yamada showed embarrassment: "We are doing a blood test for Mr. Hinoki, but there seems to be something wrong with the instrument."

Tanizaki put his hands in his pockets, his eyes gliding across Yaozai's face indifferently, "This is not acceptable, Yiyong and I are in danger, we cannot let a vampire go."

The onlookers were a little indignant: "He is not a vampire, but a son of God."

"Tsk." He clicked his lips impatiently, and turned his head to look behind him, "Is there anyone in Mafia who can fix this thing?"

"do not know."

Did the police cooperate with port Mafia?

Wu Mian glanced at Yashiki Yoya, the heart that had just been determined by the equipment failure began to be irritable again.

Is that Mori Ogai here?

If it comes...

Tanizaki took the instrument from Yamada, looked left and right in a random way, and muttered:

"I don't want to go back and listen to boring complaining calls."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a scream, and the flipped instrument seemed to be awakened, and a line of words appeared on the screen...

The author has something to say: Who made the instrument?