I decided to debut after dressing up as a real person

Osamu Dazai picked up the whole huge courier box with a smile, and rows of urns fell to the ground in a crash, forming a hill of urns on the clean floor.

Looking at the urn lying on the floor, Osamu Dazai reached out and shook the empty box, trying to pour out something from the express box, such as his favorite canned crab meat.

With his efforts, a thin courier slip slowly floated out from the bottom of the box. The thin piece of paper was like a fallen leaf blown by the autumn wind, slowly fluttering left and right in the air. , and finally slowly landed on the top of the black thick urn hill on the ground.

The air was filled with eerie silence for a moment, and under the confirmation of Osamu Dazai, a large box of express delivery was filled with urns and nothing else.

The port employee in a black suit looked at the urns piled up on the ground like a hill, his expression gradually became uneasy, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his gaze gradually became gossip.

He hurriedly lowered his head to cover up his gossip.

Osamu Dazai glanced at the curious employees with lowered heads with a half smile, and the port Mafia employees who got the information left knowingly.

******

In the afternoon of the next day, at the Port Mafia Building, Osamu Dazai put his hands lazily in the pockets of his black coat and headed for the elevator. When he passed the tea room, his excellent hearing allowed him to hear that the employee gossip in the tea room was his name. .

Pausing on his way to the elevator, Osamu Dazai touched the hem of his black coat, and listened to the gossip about him in the pantry with great interest in the corridor.

"Have you heard, the courier that Sato sent to Dazai-sama yesterday contained seven or eight urns in the courier box."

"Hiss, why does Lord Dazai want seven or eight urns? Is his tendency to commit suicide getting worse?"

"Why did Master Dazai ask for seven or eight urns!?"

"Why did Master Dazai ask for a total of 78 urns!?"

"Why does Dazai-sama use 78 urns to divide himself evenly!?"

"78 urns, the ashes of an adult male are about 2.7kg, that's 0.034kg for one urn!"

……

Listening to the more and more outrageous discussions inside, Osamu Dazai leaned on the wall of the corridor, the smile on his face became brighter and brighter, and his smile was like a flower, but his eyes were floating and lifeless.

******

After filming the endorsement of the urn, the promotion of "Polaroid Urn" was overwhelming. Mamako's beauty is no longer simply out of the circle, it is a complete explosion.

The popularity on twitter has been hanging in the front row, not only on the Internet, but also the popularity among passers-by has greatly increased. Passers-by who usually don't pay attention to the entertainment industry can also catch up with a few words, that is, the underworld who endorses the urn beauty.

With the popularity of Mamako, the term "beauty of the underworld" has become strangely popular, and the frequency of occurrences has increased significantly, and they are all used as compliments. You can often hear pedestrians complimenting each other on the road on weekdays.

The popularity of being out of the circle again has attracted a group of viewers who usually don't pay attention to the entertainment industry to "IDOL Creation Camp 101", and a large number of new viewers have poured in. The joy blossomed, and the corners of his mouth rose uncontrollably when he was sleeping.

The number of fans on the ins of Mamako participated in the opening of the program also exceeded 200 million. 200 million fans are simply impossible miracles for a trainee who has not debuted and only participated in one talent show. The most intuitive thing is the fault of the program The number of votes opened dozens of times the number of votes of No.2.

The urns endorsed by the endorsement caused a wave of urns. At that time, it can be said that the urns of the whole people, in addition to the Polaroid urns endorsed by Mamako, set a new high in sales, and also drove the sales of the entire related industry on their own. , but Mamako, who returned to the recording base of the program group, had no time to pay attention to all this, and she was busy preparing for the second performance at this time.

After repeated failures in the first performance, the director team became more and more frustrated after a period of depression. The second performance continued the style of the first performance, and continued to choose the offline stage and online live broadcast at the same time.

The shooting base of "IDOL Creation Camp 101".

"I guarantee that I have been single for 20 years, the second performance will definitely not have as many problems as the first performance, and it will definitely be held smoothly!!!"

The successive situations of the first performance made the hair of the few middle-aged directors visibly thinned to the naked eye. He was holding the amulet jade that he went to the temple some time ago in one hand, and the other hand was in the air. He clenched his fists, his face was burning with fire, his eyes were firm, his few hairs fluttered in the wind, and he uttered bold words in front of everyone in the hall.

Mamako sighed deeply, looked away from the director who was vouching for her 20 years of single experience, and lowered her eyes to look at her own hand with fine bones.

The slender hands clenched and loosened.

For the second performance, Mamako wanted the performance to be held smoothly, but she knew that it was unlikely to be held smoothly according to the situation.

The sixth sense also told her that it would not be possible to hold it smoothly. From the moment the director announced that the second performance was still offline, a boundless premonition spread in her heart.

Mamako, who drank cold water and stuffed her teeth since she was a child, has always understood that she is unlucky, and the essence of the non-chief has not been changed by the time travel, and even the non-chief has intensified after the time travel.

Recalling all the unreal things that happened after time travel, she couldn't help but want to wipe her bitter tears for herself.

But no matter what the situation is, there will be no more interesting (underworld) situation than the underworld support of the first performance of the magic spirit.

If there could be something more interesting (underworld) than the first performance of the curse spirit throwing bloody stumps and arms on the stage, she would guarantee that it would be absolutely impossible with the lush hair on the top of the director's head!

It is impossible to kill her! ! !

impossible! ! !

******

"Well, the urn endorsed by a real person is just so-so. It's just a little bit good-looking, a little bit delicate, and a little bit in line with the identity of a real person." The curse spirit with wriggling hair on his face held the delivered urn. The urn pretended not to care and walked around the other spell spirits.

Immediately reap the envy of the strangely shaped curse spirits around.

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow

"It's worthy of being a real person, it's really worthy of being a super curse spirit, the goddess of the underworld, I will try my best to be like her in the underworld!"

"I really want it, how did you get it, woo woo woo, I also want to support Master Zhenren's first endorsement."

The curse spirit glanced casually, the corners of the split mouth slightly raised, and the gloomy tone was like a ghost crawling out of hell, but it contained a bit of pride.

"You know you have to buy an endorsement to support a real person, right?"

The little curse spirits around him nodded hastily.

"I know this. I originally planned to go directly to the store to get it openly. Hua Yu said that it would bring bad influence to Master Zhenren, so we didn't go."

Manu Ling looked like a teachable child, nodded in satisfaction, opened his cracked mouth and said.

"That's right, if we use the magic spell directly, it will cause losses to the merchants endorsed by the real adults. We have to learn from the human world and use their so-called money to buy. This is called reverse sales!"

The surrounding curse spirits suddenly realized and nodded in agreement.

"Listening to your words is better than reading ten years of books, and I realized it!"

"I've realized it, sir, how should we sell the real person?"

The curse spirit holding the urn raised his sharp chin slightly, and sighed slightly as if he had a headache for the other curse spirits.

"Damn, the write-off is rich! Who has the money! It is the group of humans who have money, so what should we do! Catch the humans and threaten him! Bah, find humans and have a friendly talk with him and cooperate for help."

"I got it! I got it! I'll catch a human later, bah, find a human."

"As expected of you, a first-level curse spirit is smart!"

"The first-level curse spirit is different, much smarter than us."

Facing the flattery below, Mana Ling nodded in satisfaction, stretched out his hand and made a little gesture, pretending to be modest and said.

"I'm not very smart, just a little bit smarter than you. The main reason is that I have the courage to learn and live to learn. I learned all this from the human forum. I also sent messages on the forum to solicit votes for the real adults. Others are the endorsement of the real person Amway."

"Wow!"

Seeing the surrounding curse spirits exclaim again, being shocked by her cleverness, she narrowed her dark and eyeless eyes happily.

"Can you let me touch the urn that the real adult endorsed? I can exchange my eyeballs with you, I'll just touch it, please, please~"

Curse Spirit, whose face was covered with squirming hair, looked down at the source of the sound.

The questioner was a little curse spirit holding his head, without saying a word, he reached out and pulled out two bloody eyeballs from the eye sockets of the holding head.

He handed the eyeballs that had just been snapped off and still had red blood vessels to the curse spirit holding the urn while it was still hot, hoping pitifully for a touch in return.

The curse spirit holding the urn looked at the trembling pupils in front of his eyes, and then at the exquisite urn in his hand. After weighing it for a few minutes, he reluctantly agreed, and gave instructions while handing the urn.

"Be careful, handle it gently, you can only touch it for a while."

"I will!"

The curse spirit who received the important task took the urn solemnly, and reached out his hand carefully to touch the lid of the urn. Before he could feel it carefully, it was taken back. He looked at the urn that was taken away reluctantly.

The curse spirit who took back the urn held the urn in front of his eyes and began to popularize science.

"I told you that urns are used to pretend to be dead in their human world. According to online statistics, the sales of urns endorsed by real adults have exceeded tens of millions. Do you know what this means? It means that there are tens of millions of urns. People are willing to entrust their lives to Master Daoist!”

"Wow, as expected of a real person, he harvested tens of millions of human lives without spending a single soldier."

"Have you guys heard about Masahiro's second performance? I seem to continue to support Masahiro offline."

"I know, I know, but Master Hua Yu and the others said they don't want to support them offline, because it is easy to be discovered by magicians and cause casualties."

"Every day I can't support Masahiro is so sad."

The curse spirit holding the urn suddenly stopped what he was doing, turned his head and whispered.

"Maybe you guys have heard of flash mobs."

"Flash???"