I accidentally died yesterday [comprehensive]

TV building.

This floor is quite lively. The studio on one side is holding a program of "Rebuking the Faerie Cult". The guest invited is Mr. Yongji, who suddenly changed his identity. The support staff is smiling, and the lighting engineer is doing his best. It must be perfect. Make a program to sever ties with the fairies.

On the other side, the person in charge of the program with a little power in the power level of the TV station knelt in the director's office crying bitterly, with a very sincere expression, very humble actions, and the most solemn apology, wishing to stick it on the floor.

He kept saying that for a while, he was delusional and thought that he could use the banner of fairy to attract attention, so he held the "Fairy Rectification" program.

He raised one hand and swore to the sky that he never joined the Faerie Cult.

The director narrowed his eyes: "No?"

The person in charge shook his head violently: "Absolutely not!"

Thinking about yesterday at this time, this man was running in and out of the office building in high spirits because he proposed an excellent program plan, but today he would kneel on the ground like a prodigal dog, wishing to stick his tail up.

Before the changes in the city hall, Xianling was a new type of deity rising like the sun. Although many people opposed it, he was merciful, kind, helpful, powerful, and a real god who protected people.

After the change of the city hall, the Fairy Wind and Snow Festival, which was held spontaneously by the people, was cancelled. The branches of the sacred wood that had been selected and sent into the curtain to represent the gods of the fairy gods were discarded on the road, and there were many criss-crossing colorful flags with them. for company.

The male and female believers wearing sweat towels who went out regardless of the wind and snow disappeared, leaving only two or three tourists circling around the wreckage, holding up their mobile phones to take pictures of this afterimage and posting it on the Internet for ridicule.

There were some kitten-like loyal believers tightly surrounding the engraved sacred tree in the park, holding hands and forming a circle, desperately protecting the sacred tree surrounded by the circle, but it was a pity that the guards swarmed up. Amidst the screams and despair of these people, the driver of the excavator behind him raised his mechanical arm and dug out the whole tree with its roots and leaves.

"The Divine Tree has arrived—"

I don't know who shouted, as if trying to tear his throat.

Someone shouted again, as if crying.

"The god is dead!"

All this seems to be a joke that happened in winter.

The mobile phones and the Internet of the citizens of Sendai City are all filled with the news of Xianling.

First, there was a gossip that the high level of the fairy cult had escorted the gods to abscond, and it was also said that the police station had filed a case, activated police cars and helicopters, and decided to arrest these people across counties.

Others say that the priests and maidens of shrines such as Tenmangu Shrine and Hachimangu Shrine in Sendai City are preparing for a ritual of pulling out the scorpion——to pull out the filth, and it is self-evident what the filth to be removed is.

Many netizens shared their experiences on various social platforms. Some people described that they once entered the fairy talk, not the one under the sacred tree, but the fairy talk in the lounge at two o'clock in the morning in the middle of the night. Few well-known social people are in it" "If you want to talk about penetration ability, fairy talk is really amazing."

Some people also shared how their family members were obsessed with fairies and ran wildly on the road of fanatics. "I really don't know what he thinks. There are many gods in the city, but they just believe in this cult."

"Baby is so tired and heartbroken."

Someone posted a child's weary emoji, "Oh, what a god, it's really worrying. If I don't sleep, I'm going to be bald."

As he spoke, he picked up a picture of a cat below, which was Kiemon’s bald head photo. When Kurokawa graduated, he practiced with Kiemon and cut a live fat cat into the shape of a noble lady Chihuahua. The group of netizens and fans said, "Uncle is the cutest, what's the cutest?" They kept snapping hundreds of screenshots and posting them on the Internet every day.

"Haha."

"This cat is so cute."

Someone left a message.

The netizen who posted Kiemon's emoji immediately responded: "My friend, do you believe in religion? Join my bald god, God Sect, and you will never lose your hair for the rest of your life."

Some kind of undercurrent is surging.

……

TV building.

Yongji Xijiang is still doing a talk show in the studio, from the essence of fairy spirits to the essence of gods, from the essence of religion to the changes of religions, it is estimated that there is still an hour before the end.

Kurokawa was sitting on the seat under the stage, with his hands crossed, his eyes half-closed if he wanted to be sleepy, and a few meters away were the director, the lighting engineer, the staff holding the teleprompter, and the newly hired The small employees walked around, and one of the small employees took a bottle of water and handed it to Heichuan: "Are you tired, this is water."

How tired he could be sitting here and napping.

Kurokawa took the water, thanked him and put it on the open space at hand, and the small staff sat down on the stool next to him: "Oh, I heard that you are the University of Tokyo..."

The phone in his pocket rang, and it belonged to Kiemon. Kurokawa apologized that he couldn't continue the conversation due to something, then stood up and walked out of the studio.

Kiemon was a little flustered, as if seeing hundreds of mice wanting to be sworn brothers with him in Taoyuan, he was out of breath: "I got a call, it's the marketing company's call, they just ate bears Heart leopard dare you to tell me that this season is a good opportunity for marketing, they want to step on the fairy to climb up."

"Kurokawa, don't you know the current trend on the Internet, one by one can't wait to peel off the bark of the fairy tree and break his tree heart. It's not just about the little girl, but also some scattered, big or small. But the bad things that affect listening are all made by the believers who participated in the fairy talk."

"Now the netizens are not only against the spirits, but even the shrines that come out to hold the puppet ceremony in this season are also ridiculed and superstitious, saying that they are all pretending to be gods and ghosts. The matter of spirits is too bad, and the backlash is particularly serious."

It was a man named Kurita who took over Kiemon's marketing plan. Kurokawa asked for his phone number to call. In order to avoid suspicion, he deliberately stood at the quietest corner of the TV station building.

Kurita was on the Shinkansen when the call was connected, and he would be in Sendai in an hour.

Kurita was polite, and seemed to know the inside story of this matter and Kiemon's cat tail, and the other end of the phone spoke in a harmonious voice to set the overall tone.

——It is because everyone is against Faerie at this time, so we have to take the opportunity to market.

The reason why fairy spirits are hated by people is because he does many evils, uses unscrupulous means, and commits crimes under the banner of faith.

Why are some gods also being bombarded by the map? It is believed that religion has had mandatory thoughts since ancient times, and it is some kind of old representative that contemporary young people don’t like and feel ignorant.

Then Kiemon will do the opposite, Buddhism, nature, small fortune, anti-religion, pan-entertainment, integrated into life and belief like water, reflecting the salty fish thinking of young people who are oppressed by life.

Kurita also gave a metaphor, which is the Flying Pasta God Cult, which was born to resist religion. His tone was gentle and unhurried, "This is also a religion."

"Kiemon's brand image originally represented entertainment, comfort, and salty fish, and now it is catching up with Xianling to set an example and become the opposite, which is a good opportunity to spread the brand of baldness.

"God does not take, but suffers."

"Think about it carefully."

"However, we can do everything humanly possible to ensure Kiemon's reputation in the world."

"But there is another aspect that I'm afraid you need to worry about. The faeries who are in full swing fall so fast, there are no other existences... Take action." Kurita said softly, "We don't dare to mess with those existences, although they are not as good as before. , but it's still easy to get rid of us by hand."

Kurokawa hung up the phone after saying goodbye to the other party. He told Kurita that he would discuss the marketing plan with Kiemon and urged him to cooperate. Then he walked into the studio again. The small staff over there were moving things and saw Kurokawa coming. Leaning over, "The show here will end in half an hour, so it's the end. You've been out for so long, I still want to call you."

The little employee had nothing to say, so he just chatted with Heichuan for half an hour, took out his mobile phone to show him interesting news, and said, "Hey, I just found out something interesting." When it came out, it was Xiyouwei The bald and ugly photo of the door.

The little employee said: "Are you saying it's funny, this is the bald god."

Heichuan took a look and realized in his heart.

Has it expanded to this point yet?

After half an hour was finally over, the little employee hesitated, "Hey, can we add a friend... I can keep in touch often, and if I meet someone interesting, I can forward it to you."

It turned out to be asking him for his contact information.

Kurokawa opened the software and showed her the profile picture of Kiemon, "This is my girlfriend. The two of us have made an agreement that we must report to her when we add other girls as friends. What's the name?"

"..."

The little employee pursed his mouth: "Forget it."