I decided to debut after dressing up as a real person

Consciousness is like a solitary boat in the ocean, floating and sinking.

Wisps of black mist surged from all directions and gathered on the ruins, forming a huge black cocoon.

Inside the black cocoon, the purple-black mist vaguely formed a slender human figure.

Mamako slept for a long time, feeling like she had a very long and outrageous dream.

To what extent is it outrageous, so outrageous that she has transmigrated into the most evil villain in the hit show, the real man of the curse spirit, and she ran into the curse spirit crusher Wujo Wu at the beginning of the time travel, and she didn't even have time to eat. directly forced to die in situ.

It's outrageous to die laughing!

By the time Mamako regained consciousness, the night had already fallen, and the cold moonlight shining on the concrete ruins looked a bit gloomy.

The thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and the girl slowly opened her strange, different-colored pupils, her eyes were pitch black, as if she was wrapped in something dark.

There was a tingling pain all over her body, as if all the cells in her body had been smashed and reassembled. It took a lot of effort for Mamako to move her fingers with difficulty, and the stinging pain like a needle prick spread all over her body.

! !Wait, things don't seem right, why is she in so much pain, shouldn't she take a nap in the warm and comfortable bed at home?

Who is she?

Where is she?

What is she going to do?

Could it be a dream, she really transmigrated into a real person and was bombarded by Wujo Wu with a move, so what's the situation now, can a dead curse spirit still cheat a corpse?

Before Mamako could figure it out, the sound of cursing and complaining not far away interrupted her thoughts.

"This terrible boss sent the two of us to this wilderness to throw garbage at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night. We had already planned to go drinking with Sato tonight, but we were pulled over temporarily to do this kind of chores. Moldy."

The voice is a bit hoarse, and it sounds like a middle-aged male who often smokes.Sure enough, after a while, the sound of a lighter igniting came from outside.

"By the way, when was this abandoned building over here demolished? I remember it was fine when I came here a few days ago." Then the voice of the companion answered, judging from the voice, it was also a middle-aged man.

"I don't know. This dilapidated building has been abandoned for so long, so it's normal to demolish it."

The big man with the scar on the right eye of his face took out a cigarette from his side pocket and lit it for himself with a lighter. He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled the smoke ring.

The big man with the scar turned his body lazily, and asked the tall and thin companion beside him symbolically: "Do you want one too?"

The companion waved his hand and rejected the kindness of the scarred man, took out the mobile phone in his pocket and glanced at the time, the bright screen of the mobile phone was particularly conspicuous in the night, it was almost one o'clock in the morning, and reminded: "Don't smoke, Hurry up to work, finish it early, and go back to sleep early, wouldn't it be okay?"

The big man with the scar who was reprimanded by his companion stopped talking. With a cigarette in his mouth and a shovel in his hand, he began to work sullenly.

Listening to the conversation between the two, Makoto was stunned. The two of them didn't go to bed after twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and they just came to the wilderness to throw garbage.

What's the situation? Is she out of date with the times again? Has it become popular to throw garbage in the early morning?

Hearing the voices of conversation outside quiet down, only the sound of shovel digging was left. Seeing Mamako who couldn't hear other useful information, he turned his thoughts back to himself.

Although I feel that most of these two people are not so clear-headed, Mamako, as a beautiful girl of the 21st century, still feels that she must respect the diversity of human beings, and plans to get out of this strange cocoon first to see what is going on now.

Mamako frowned, reached out and touched the black cocoon, and the mist that made up the black cocoon flowed wildly in an instant.She felt all kinds of dark negative emotions contained in the thick black mist, and she was caught off guard from the overwhelming touch of fingers.

A huge amount of information drilled into the mind along with the black mist, and the excessive amount of information made Mamako's brain almost shut down on the spot.

But at least it's out, and it feels so good to have your feet on the ground.

Mamako stretched out her hand and rubbed her sore brain, then stood up tremblingly.

The big man with the scar on the other side faintly sensed something was wrong. He frowned, his face was solemn, and he turned his head to ask his companion, "Did you notice anything wrong?"

The companion was puzzled: "What's wrong?"

"Just, do you feel the chill behind you, and I also heard other footsteps, as if there are other people here besides us."

The companion looked around, didn't see anyone or anything, and said: "What's the chill? It's the middle of the night in the wilderness. Whoever has nothing to do here is not mentally ill. It's just the two of us who are unlucky here. If it doesn’t work, it’s a ghost, you are a one-meter-long mafia guy, why are you so scared.”

After finishing speaking, he glanced at the scarred man in distaste, touched the gun in his pocket, and said confidently on his face: "Don't say it's someone else coming, even if a ghost came today, I'll shoot it down. It happened to be buried with this trash that betrayed the organization."

Mamako struggled to deal with the amount of information that was suddenly poured into her brain, while walking unsteadily to the side of the two big men who had been muttering from the beginning.

"Are you talking about me?" Yoyo's female voice suddenly sounded in the empty land.

The big man who was still full of arrogance just now raised his head in astonishment, and looked at the source of the sound in horror.

What came into view was a delicate and monstrous face, with gray sutures running through the entire cheek, but who would have thought that such a beautiful woman had only half of her head! ! !

Only half!

The right side of the head was severely sunken, and the white skull could be clearly seen, and the pink flesh in the gap was still wriggling.

"Ah, help! Ghost!!!" The big man screamed in horror, threw away the shovel in his hand, ran away with tears streaming down his cheeks, and didn't see the man who had just threatened to kill the female ghost with a single shot. horizontal.

"Wait, your—" Mamako stretched out her hand to persuade her to stay.

Before Mamako finished speaking, in just a few seconds, the two big men ran into the car parked on the side of the road without looking back, started the car, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and disappeared without a trace.

Makoto looked at the car exhaust with a dazed expression, and slowly spit out the rest of the sentence: "You forgot to take your mobile phone and shovel with you."

The mobile phone on the ground glowed fluorescent lightly, and Mamako squatted down to pick up the mobile phone. It was one o'clock in the morning, and the smooth mobile phone screen clearly reflected her current appearance.

Not surprisingly, the appearance is still the appearance of a real person, and has not changed as she hoped.

and many more! !

It's fine to pretend to be a real person after death, but can anyone tell her why a big piece of her head is missing!

Under the witness of Mamako, the initial skin and flesh tissue of the gap in the head began to grow rapidly, and it returned to its original state in the blink of an eye.

She stretched out her hand and touched her head. The smooth gray-blue hair felt very good to the touch. She concluded that the wound was indeed gone, and it felt really good to the touch, very good to masturbate!

The sight moved down to the loose soil on the ground and the shovel used for digging. There were traces of turning the soil, and a piece of dirty clothes was vaguely seen.

Mamako frowned, and turned over the ground with a shovel. There was a corpse buried under the soil, and the fatal injury was a gunshot wound.

Therefore, Mamako chose to call the police on the spot.

When the police arrived, the enthusiastic citizen Mamako had already left.

The next morning.

Yokohama Chinatown.

"Can you give me your contact information?"

"Sorry, I don't have a mobile phone." Mamako smiled apologetically, and rejected the fifth person who came to strike up a conversation.

She crouched on the side of the road, resting her chin on her hands, looking at the passers-by in confusion, everyone has their own destination.

It has been two days since she transmigrated into a real person. In these two days, she tried to find a way to transmigrate back, but to no avail.

What's worse is that many memories that didn't belong to her appeared in her mind in the past few days after the corpse fraud that day, and she knew that they were real people's memories.

It can be clearly felt that her soul is beginning to merge with this body, and she has slowly mastered the abilities of a real person.

This doesn't bode well for her.

Among all the troubles, the only discovery that can make her happy recently is that it may be because the human soul and body are slowly merging, she has passively mastered the ability to pretend to be a human being, and even ordinary humans can see her.

After mastering this ability, she began to disguise herself as an ordinary human being in order to prevent the conjurer from coming to her door.

The sunlight covered the girl squatting by the roadside with fine golden light, and the breeze blew through the gray-blue hair, revealing strange amber and blue pupils of different colors, and the light gray sutures added a bit of uniqueness to the innocent cheeks.

The girl's outstanding appearance and temperament attract the attention of people coming and going, making people involuntarily slow down and take a few more glances.

Yamada Junki is a well-known gold agent in the industry. He terminated his contract with his previous management company not long ago and was poached to the newly opened Port Mori Entertainment Company. When he came to this street, he also noticed the squatting The girl on the side of the road.

The rare appearance in the world, with a unique sense of innocence in surprise, is a type that all stars in the world do not have.As an agent, he dares to guarantee with his career for so many years that this girl will definitely become popular when she debuts.

Be sure to sign it!

"Hi, I'm Junki Yamada, a professional broker. This is my business card. What's your name? Are you interested in signing an agency?"

A black figure appeared above, and a voice of inquiry came from the top of the head, and at the same time, a business card was handed to Mamako.

Mamako was full of confusion about dressing up as a real person, subconsciously took the business card, and replied: "Real person."

The eyes of the person who got the answer were fiery: "Miss Zhenzhen, if you debut, you will definitely become a hit, you are a natural idol!"

"Ah? Sorry, I don't have any plans to make a debut." Mamako looked up at Junki Yamada who was full of excitement, and waved her hand to show her refusal.

"Miss Zhenzhen, think about it more. Our company offers good benefits. We provide contracted artists with free food and housing, and a basic salary of 20 yen per month."

"Food and housing included, a basic salary of 20 yen per month?"

"Yes, if it's Miss Makoto, I can get an A-level contract from the company, with a basic salary of 100 million yen, and the company's resources will give priority to you. Makoto-chan, you will definitely be popular, and you will gain a lot of fans and love. Seeing that Mamako's attitude has loosened, Junki Yamada hastily added conditions.

Love and hatred go hand in hand, if you debut, you will definitely get a lot of negative emotions, and your strength will definitely increase rapidly.

And it was a full 100 million yen, which was equivalent to nearly a year's wages of a worker before time travel, so Mamako was heartbroken, but her identity was a big problem.

"To tell you the truth, Mr. Yamada, I grew up in a remote countryside. Without an ID card, it might be troublesome to sign a contract."

"It's a small problem if you don't have an ID card. Our company can help you solve it. The company is not far away. Otherwise, you can go to the company with me to see the company's specific situation and think about it."

Port Sen's Entertainment Company is located in an office building in a bustling street in the city center, and it looks rich from its location.

Mamako put down the signing contract in her hand, discussed the details of the contract with Junki Yamada, and then waited for the identity to be dealt with and signed the contract.

"Our Port Mori Entertainment Company has powerful resources. The superiors are gentle and caring for their subordinates. The company abides by the law and is the only choice for signing a contract. Miss Makoto is welcome to join." After Mamako agreed to sign the contract, Junki Yamada smiled and didn't stop Pass.

The two got up and shook hands with each other, and a group of big men in black suits walked towards us in the corridor outside the conference room.

The leader was a young man with long orange-red hair wearing a black hat. The young man was talking on the phone while walking, and the rest followed behind the young man silently.

A long line of big men in suits walked through the corridor, and Mamako found two people inside who looked familiar.

Where have you seen it?

Mamako frowned, thinking of it, isn't this the two who dumped their bodies last night?

Japanese police are not very effective.

Yamada Junki, who was beside him, saw that Mamako noticed a group of people outside, and explained: "This is the staff from the head office. They came here temporarily to deal with the matter. The leader is a superior cadre."

Then I heard the leader's voice say to the person on the other side of the phone angrily: "When I go back, I will unscrew the head of that dead mackerel!"

Yamada Junki's words just now echoed in Mamako's ears. The company's superiors are gentle and caring for their subordinates, and the company abides by the law.

Well, there is nothing wrong with it.