I decided to debut after dressing up as a real person

Osamu Dazai was a little dazed at the first moment under the spotlight, but he quickly adapted to the current situation. The bright spotlight fully exposed his over-the-top appearance, and a black hair was wrapped around his hair. The bandages on the eyes, the smiling kite eyes.

The audience in the audience sighed, and the black windbreaker was lifted up. Dazai Osamu also raised the support stick in his hand with great interest, and waved it friendly to the people in the audience, which immediately aroused a bigger commotion. exclaimed.

"So handsome!!!"

"It's really good-looking, and it's my favorite type."

Mr. Dazai seems to be more suitable to be an idol than her. You can recommend it to Mr. Mori. It will definitely become popular. Looking at the audience who were boiling because of Dazai's greeting, Mamako couldn't help thinking.

Completely different from Osamu Dazai's ease of use, Conan Edogawa and Kento Nanami had stiff faces and limbs. The two reached a high degree of synchronization at this time, walking on the stage with the same hands and feet.

"Our lucky audience, shall we say hello to everyone?" Buposhang handed the microphone to Jianren Qihai who was standing stiffly on one side.

Jianren Qihai subconsciously stretched out his hand to take the handed microphone, and as he stretched out his hand, a short machete wrapped in a yellow charm fell from behind on the white stage with a bang.

With a "bang", everyone at the scene looked at the short machete wrapped in yellow charms that fell to the ground.

Although it was wrapped in a yellow talisman, it was not difficult to tell from the shape of the short machete that it was a dangerous item.

Tens of thousands of spectators stared at the short machete on the ground for a few seconds, then raised their heads in unison to look at the stiff Qihai Jianren.

Mamako wasn't shocked by this, it's normal for conjurers to carry spell tools with them, and she silently confirmed her own conjecture in her heart, and she really came to the scene to guard!

The sudden episode made the whole scene quiet from boiling, but the live broadcast room was completely different from the stiff atmosphere of the scene, with dense barrages across the screen.

[? ? ? ! ! ! ]

[The mature and stable social animal actually carries a machete with him! ]

[Ah, ah, this, this...]

[Wouldn't it be nice to bring this thing to the show. ]

[The short machete is also wrapped with a strange yellow charm. People should not be judged by appearances. Only the most mature and stable social animals have the wildest and unruly hearts. ]

Looking at the increasingly strange sights from the audience, Wild·Qihai·Bohemian·Jianren felt that his heart had been sublimated at the moment when the knife fell, and his heart was like still water without any waves.

After these short two days of ups and downs, there is nothing in this world that can defeat him.

What can't defeat him can only make him stronger after all!

Labor is shit!

The program team looked at the unknown machete that fell to the ground and was stunned for a while. The director's eyes revealed despair.

why.

Who can tell him why? ! ?

This is also the second re-hosted performance, but something went wrong at the scene again. Did he have a conflict with the performance in his destiny?

In just a few seconds, the director went from thinking about life to thinking about going to a temple to worship a Buddha in a few days to avoid Mercury retrograde, and bless the show to be held smoothly.

The director, who came back to his senses, began to frantically wink to Bu Po Shang on the stage, and the staff with a good response quickly picked up the short machete on the stage.

Seeing the director frantically hinting at him to smooth things over, Buposhang, who came back to his senses, began to chatter and change the subject.

"The ones that fell to the ground were strangely packaged accessories. I remember that the company sent me the accessories that were packed like a big axe. I got a bunch of strange sights while carrying them along the way."

Jianren Qihai looked at the magic tool picked up by the on-site staff, and when it was hanging by his side, he clenched it slightly and seemed a little weak, and he immediately followed up with Bu Poshang's words.

"Yes, it's just a package with strange surroundings."

Afterwards, the other people quickly tacitly stopped bringing up this topic, and regardless of whether the audience believed such outrageous reasons, this matter passed away peacefully.

Edogawa Conan's glasses, standing on the side of Jianren Qihai, reflected light for a moment. The reason around him was too outrageous. It wasn't that he didn't want to believe it, it was that he really couldn't believe it.

The sound of the short machete wrapped in a yellow charm falling on the stage was completely different from the sound of falling around.

The blue eyes under the black-framed glasses lowered his gaze slightly. Qihai Jianren looks like an ordinary working social animal. Although the muscles under the tall and straight suit are not exaggerated, they can also be seen as the kind of regular exercise. Smooth and powerful muscle lines.

Bu Po Shang: "Let's talk about which trainee you support first!"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, i'm a forever fan, mom loves you!!!" the fans on stage confessed with tears in their eyes.

"Always support Nanako! Mom loves you!"

……

Jianren Qihai glanced at the trainees standing together, Mamako was also the brightest among a group of luminous bodies.

He has never watched the program "IDOL Creation Camp 101" at all. Among all the trainees on the stage, the only one who can be named is Mamako.

He has never been in contact with the fan circle culture, but it is always right to follow others, so he has no choice. He is expressionless and indifferent, subconsciously imitating the words of the girl next to him.

"The trainee I support is Zhenrenjiang. I like her very much. Mom loves you."

The voice spoke in a flat and straightforward manner, without any waves, and said words that shocked the audience.

Mamako's gorgeous eyes widened, and bursts of heart-piercing exclamations erupted from the audience and the barrage.

"Male mother!!! It's a male mother!"

"No boy mom, no boy mom, no boy mom, no boy mom!"

"I want a male mother, I want a male mother, I want a male mother, I want a male mother!"

Osamu Dazai didn't think it was a big deal, he smiled and whistled towards Jianren Nanami on the spot.

"It's a male mother."

Bu Po Shang laughed: "It seems that she is a loyal fan of Miss Zhen Zhen, and the next cute little friend."

Edogawa Conan immediately broke into a big smile, and scanned all the trainees, yes, he only knew one real person Sonoko kept talking about.

"I like the real sister the most!"

Osamu Dazai glanced at Mamako and said enthusiastically when he saw that the microphone was handed to him after a round.

"I'm an eternal fan of Ms. Makoto! I've always been actively supporting her!"

As he said that, Osamu Dazai waved the support stick in the underworld and showed a half-smile smile at Mamako.

Looking at Lan Youyou's huge eyes on the support board, Mamako responded politely with a smile.

Then she really thank you.

"It seems that our real people are really popular. Next, the audience can shake hands with their idols!"

The three of them were silent and started queuing up for the fan welfare handshake session.

The director in the audience saw that the stage was finally stepping into a normal rhythm, and his heart that had been hanging was slowly relieved.

The performance has reached the last step, so there must be no accidents.

"Aaaaaaaaaa!!!"

The screams of the backstage staff broke the weird atmosphere of the scene. The director turned his head and glared angrily, and asked the backstage angrily.

"What happened?"

The backstage was in chaos, and the male staff members fell down on the cold ground, their eyes widened and their expressions dazed.

A staff member ran to the director's side, leaned down and whispered, "Matsushita suddenly fell to the ground just now, and now he is out of breath."

When something went wrong, he immediately put on the schedule a visit to a temple to ask for an amulet.

The director frowned, and hastily asked someone to shut down the live broadcast room, and called the police.

He came to the stage and temporarily announced the temporary termination of the performance again, and the audience fell into a chaotic discussion.

Suzuki Sonoko: "Xiao Lan, why did the performance end suddenly, there is no reason at all."

Mao Lilan looked at the stage worriedly: "Could something have happened, Mr. Conan is still on stage."

The audience in the live broadcast room were also full of question marks.

[What are you doing?Scored twice? 】

[I'm so annoyed, I shut down the live broadcast room without saying a word again. 】

The security personnel began to maintain the chaotic scene. Others did not hear the whispered words of the staff and the director, but Jianren Qihai heard that it was a dead person with his excellent hearing as a conjurer.

He frowned and looked at the scene for a week, and there was no trace of magic power left around, so it shouldn't be the work of a curse spirit or a curse master.

Mamako also heard what was going on backstage, sighed deeply, and began to wonder if something cursed the show's first performance.

Under the greeting of the director, all the people on stage came backstage.

The police resources in Tokyo are very good. In the blink of an eye, relevant police personnel rushed to the scene and surrounded the blockade.

The chubby police officer Megure was in charge of this case. When he led the other police officers into the backstage, he found that there were several acquaintances in the small backstage.

"Miss Enthusiastic Citizen Maestro? And you, Conan-kun, right?" Officer Megure bent down and looked at Edogawa Conan.

The police officers began to inquire about the situation one by one and conduct investigations.

A man in a black suit lifted the yellow and white cordon around the backstage, and came to the backstage lazily.

"It's 'Sleeping Kogoro'!" A staff member in the background recognized the identity of Kogoro Mori.

Mori Kogoro laughed loudly, raised his chin, raised his nose, and stretched out his hand to touch the back of his head: "I've been recognized, it's such a hot annoyance."

Then Mamako witnessed a miraculous process of solving the crime. First, Kogoro Mori made nonsense, then fell to the ground and fell into a deep sleep. With his head down, he told the murderer's tool, time and motive of committing the crime with reasonable evidence.

The murderer knelt down and repented, telling the reason why she poisoned Matsushita. Because of love, Matsushita cheated, and she did not think clearly for a while.

Although the case was resolved, the first performance was forced to be terminated. The director sat on the chair bent over, with his head down, and slowly lit a cigarette. The whole person seemed to have lost all color and turned gray.

He really doesn't understand why? ? !

Has his show offended anyone, and why does it keep happening? !

The director, who wanted to shave off his hair, decided not to repeat the first performance, and posted the final voting results transparently on the Internet.

The real fault first.

"As expected of a real person!" A loud roar erupted on the white-gold beach, and the curse spirits all sat cross-legged in front of the TV. The TV was brought by another curse spirit a few days ago. It is not known whether it was taken or robbed.

Leu Hu's Hua Yu withdrew her gaze from the TV, Leu Hu nodded in satisfaction, and the real person who had the support of the curse spirit was really like a tiger with wings.

******

The program team went through a week of decadence, during which the live content of the program was the most basic training in the base. The director finally recovered after visiting dozens of temples and asking for amulets.

Today, the program group, which has finally reinvigorated, decided to do something, shoot some interesting episodes of the program, and change the too dull training live broadcast to prevent the popularity of the program from declining.

In the end, the director finalized the plan, playing ghosts and live broadcasting to test the reactions of each trainee.

After filming the interesting reactions of several trainees who were frightened, the director team finally stretched their claws to the top real person of the program "IDOL Creation Camp 101".

According to the schedule of Mamako's travel time in the previous filming, the director team will rush to the practice room from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] every day after dinner for additional training alone.

Alone, great opportunity!

The director arranged for the female staff to dress up as Sadako, and turned off the switches in the corridor and training room, and a group of people ambushed in the training room in advance with perfect shooting tools.

Everything is ready, only the real person is owed.

After finishing the dinner, Mamako rushed to the training room alone for additional training according to the usual time. She and other trainees who had been training since childhood, her basic skills were not solid because she became a monk halfway, and she had to redouble her efforts in order not to disappoint the fans.

But today's corridor is very strange, it is abnormally dark, there is no staff or trainees, and the quietness is a bit scary.

Mamako frowned slightly, and the cool moonlight through the window covered the corridor with a layer of quiet silver veil. She reached out to turn on the light in the corridor, but there was no response.

Is there a power outage?

She hesitated for a moment, then stepped into the long dark corridor.

"Da da da" the lonely footsteps echoed in the corridor, and finally stopped at the door of her usual training room.

Listening to the footsteps in the corridor, the staff hiding in the training room were ecstatic.

When she walked to the door of the training room, Mamako suddenly felt a weak mantra coming from the next room. The black and purple filth was very shallow, and it was not obvious in the dark corridor.

Go and have a look first, Mamako happily abandoned the program group in the first lounge, and quietly entered the next room.

The huge training room was empty. A winged cat in the shape of a curse spirit was sitting on the wooden floor, its fluffy legs were stained with red ketchup, and it was holding a simple dummy head prop in its mouth.

At first glance, I thought it was a curse spirit throwing the corpse at the scene.

Mamako was stunned for a moment, and went forward to check the situation. The wooden floor of the window was covered with red ketchup. It is not difficult to wonder if this curse spirit went to the cafeteria to steal all the ketchup.

The rubber dummy head in the mouth was stolen from no one knows where.

Mamako sighed slightly, his tone a little helpless.

"Where did you get all this?"

The curse spirit who just wandered around from the kitchen with the prank props prepared by the program group in his mouth tilted his head when he saw Mamako, wondering if he understood what she said, shook his slender tail, and held his hands like offering a treasure. The rubber dummy head held in its mouth was placed next to Mamako's feet.

As if understanding the meaning of the mantra, Mamako knelt down and stroked the fluffy mane of the mantra, then picked up the rubber dummy head on the ground, but got his hand covered in tomato sauce on the dummy head.

The quality of the rubber dummy head is not very good, and there is a strong smell of rubber when you pick it up.

To suffocate.

Mamako subconsciously stretched out her hand to pinch her nose, but forgot to touch the ketchup on her hand, and her whole nose was covered with red ketchup.

As if being fooled by her own behavior, Mamako rubbed the ketchup sticking to her nose in despair, and the ketchup smeared half of her face.

It's dirty and needs to be washed off.

Mamako looked at the ketchup on her face and hurried out to wash her face.

******

Because the program team released the news early in the morning, a large number of viewers were also squatting in the live broadcast room.

[I'm so looking forward to it, woo woo woo, it's my wife who was scared, but I'm looking forward to it, I'm guilty, I repent. 】

[I want to see how my wife's face turns pale from being frightened, so beep. 】

[You are good or bad, as a mother fan, I just want to see if the good boy will cry when he is scared. 】

【I am different from you, I only feel sorry for jiejie~】

At this time, the program team, who had been waiting for a long time in the training room next door, fell into deep thought and began to discuss in a low voice.

"Why is there no sound outside, my legs are a little numb."

"The footsteps have also stopped for a long time, why hasn't Miss Zhenren come in yet?"

"Could Miss Zhenren think that the power outage canceled tonight's training plan?"

"Shall we go out and have a look."

"Okay, it's not an option for us to go out and wait."

After some discussion, the program team decided to go out to have a look first. The staff dressed as Miss Sadako walked in the front with loose hair, and the other staff followed behind with the live broadcast equipment.

The audience in the live broadcast room is also full of expectations.

【Great!Take the initiative. 】

[I'm looking forward to it, will mommy's cub cry and throw herself into mommy's arms! 】

[Drag out all the fake fans I was looking forward to upstairs. 】

The program team carried the live broadcast equipment and came to the empty corridor.

"Why is there no one? Maybe I will really go back."

The program team was lost in confusion looking at the empty corridor, and began to discuss in a low voice. At this time, Mamako hurriedly washed her hands and came out of the next room with a rubber dummy head in her arms.

The room with no one behind it was suddenly opened.

The audience in the live broadcast room boiled instantly.

[The door is open, the door is open! ! ! 】

[Fuck, is there a dim figure floating out from behind them in the program group? 】

[You read that right, I saw it too! 】

[Look behind you! ! ! 】

【Behind! ! ! 】

The screen of the live broadcast room was swiped by the bullet screen of the following two words, what happened behind?

The director and his team turned their heads in bewilderment, and a girl stood silently behind them holding a bloody human head in the dark corridor.

The night wind lifted the white curtains of the window, and the girl slowly raised her head under the pale moonlight. There were gray sutures all over her pale skin, and her face was covered with scarlet and viscous blood.

The girl slowly raised the bloody head in her hand, looked at the person coming, her voice was long and slowly drifting in the air.

"Is this yours?"

!!!

Ah ah ah ah ah ah!

A high-pitched scream pierced the night, the director pulled the amulet with one hand and blocked his body with the other, his voice trembling.

"No...no...it's not our head..."

The live broadcast room was also frightened to death by this weird scene, and the pot exploded.

[!Prosperity, democracy, civilization and harmony...]

[! ! !what's the situation! 】

[Is this true or not!Scared me. 】

The popularity of haunting incidents in the live room of the online "IDOL Creation Camp 101" program is also rapidly rising.

The director fell to the ground and made a trembling sound.

"Sister ghost, please forgive me. I have a 90-year-old mother on the top, and a two-month-old child who needs to be fed. I can't die."

Mamako looked confused, and hurriedly stepped forward to pull up the director who had fallen to the ground.

"Director, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing Mamako approaching, the director gradually became terrified, as if seeing a messenger from the underworld.

"No no no!"

Seeing the director avoiding ghosts and snakes, Mamako stopped to step forward to help her, and suddenly realized when she looked at the ketchup in her hand.

She pushed back her loose hair and pointed to herself.

"I'm real."

He shook the rubber head on his hand again.

"Fake, rubber!"

The director finally got out of breath after taking a few deep breaths on the ground. He almost carried it back in one breath just now, and stretched out his trembling fingers.

"You...you didn't say it earlier..."

The studio also instantly calmed down.

[Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo 】

[My wife is a hell, I like it so much! 】

[Zai Zai is a hell, I like it so much! 】

[A truly unprecedented beauty from the underworld. 】

The entry of "Hell Beauty Real Sauce" on Twitter quickly climbed to the tail of the hot search, and it is still rising.

******

The next day, the program team notified Mamako's manager to call.

Junki Yamada: "Miss Makoto, yesterday the entry for 'The Underworld Beauty Reality Sauce' went viral on the Internet. You really became popular, and many endorsements came to you on your own initiative."

The person on the other side of the phone paused while talking. For Yamada Junki, Mamako was from the head office, and Mamako had the right to choose. At this time, he was a little hesitant to say it.

Mamako seemed to be aware of his concerns, and said, "It's okay, Mr. Yamada."

"Although the endorsement price is very high, some of the endorsed products are not very good. The right to choose is still in your hands and you have the right to know."

Not very good, this adjective made Mamako a little curious.

"Isn't it very sunny?"

Yamada Junki said euphemistically: "I'll send it to you, you can read it yourself."

Immediately Mamako received a message, and that was what caught her eye.

"The urn sincerely invites you to speak for it"

"Ambassador of the cemetery, do you have any interest in cooperation?"

"Coffin sincerely invites you to endorse"

……