The Grammatical Investigator in Conan

Underground idols are idols who are active outside the mainstream public eye, such as AKB

However, Qin Zhibo did not expect that there would be underground idols in 1996, and they were in Chiba Prefecture, far away from Tokyo.

Like a newcomer, Mr. Clock led Qin Zhibo into the cyberpunk-style passage decorated with neon tubes.

After walking down the 45° inclined staircase for about thirty steps, we finally reached the ticket office of the underground theater.

The window of the ticket office was completely dark and it was difficult to see what was inside, but the ticket price was clearly marked at 2,000 yen on the acrylic sign next to the window.

Mr. Clock took out a 10,000-yen bill from his pocket and put it in. There was no change in it. Instead, a slender white hand passed through the small window hanging with a black scarf and put two tickets, two sets of clothes and Two support sticks were handed out respectively.

"We have to go underground wearing cheer uniforms and cheer sticks, that's the rule here."

Mr. Clock handed one of the support uniforms and support sticks to Qin Zhibo, and then continued to lead Qin Zhibo down the stairs.

At this moment, there was a violent trembling sound from the steps behind him, and two fat men wearing glasses ran to the ticket booth.

"Please, please give us two tickets."

With an almost trembling voice, I exchanged 4,000 yen for two tickets.

After the two of them got away from the window and continued walking down the steps, they immediately started discussing.

"There must be a beautiful girl behind the ticket window! Do you see that hand?"

"What's the point? What color do you think her hair is?"

"pink!"

"I think it's blue."

The two passed between Qin Zhibo and Mr. Clock, and ran down the stairs holding on to the handrail next to them.

The smell of sweat emanating from these two people and the smell covered with low-quality perfume made Qin Zhibo couldn't help but pause his breathing, waiting for the aftertaste to dissipate.

Whether judging from the realistic taste, the content of the issues discussed, and the demeanor during the discussion, Qin Zhibo felt that these two people were undoubtedly human beings.

If MI-GO can even disguise itself to this extent, then its imitation of humans has reached an extreme level.

Now Qin Zhibo knows what price ordinary humans have to pay to go to the place where the MI-GO race gathers.

The cost is a 2,000 yen ticket.

However, Qin Zhibo disagreed with the two men's conclusion that the conductor was a beautiful girl.

Because Mr. Clock had no communication with the conductor at all. He just handed in the 10,000-yen bill, and the other party took out what Mr. Clock wanted.

You must know that only MI-GO races do not need language to communicate. They can understand each other's thoughts as long as they have close telepathy.

Therefore, maybe there is just a MI-GO operating behind the dark ticket window wearing a female prosthetic hand.

After walking down another ten steps, the two came to a small platform with a "Changing Area" sign on the wall.

Qin Zhibo and Mr. Clock found separate dressing rooms and put on their support uniforms.

The main color of the support server is black, with a plaid pattern like the pixels of a display screen, and some colorful light tube patterns. In the middle is a blue-haired girl from a Q-version cartoon.

There was no place to put the brown windbreaker and white shirt that I took off, but fortunately, the dressing room very thoughtfully provided a customized handbag in which I could put the clothes I took off.

Qin Zhibo took off the clothes he had been wearing when he came in and put on the clothes full of shame.

If a young man around 20 years old wears this kind of clothes, Qin Zhibo thinks it's okay, but if an uncle wears this kind of clothes, it's a bit weird.

But fortunately, in a place like this, everyone is wearing support uniforms, so no one will dislike anyone.

Coming out of the dressing room, Mr. Clock opposite had just changed his clothes, and the two looked at each other.

Mr. Clock's clothes are printed with a pattern of a beautiful girl with orange curly hair, and other elements are basically the same as Qin Zhibo's.

"Wow! You're in luck!"

Mr. Clock's excited tone is no different from that of humans, and it is obvious that it has entered a performance state.

"Congratulations on winning the hidden support uniform. The one printed on it is the most popular idol here, Kiriya Sakura!"

Hidden model. Blind box?

"Okay! The show is about to start! We have to save time"

Mr. Clock grabbed Qin Zhibo's hand, walked out of the small platform with excitement, and continued walking down the stairs.

Going down about 20 steps, this is an open space and a real theater.

At this time, the theater was still lit with white lights, and Qin Zhibo could see hundreds of audiences gathered in the approximately 200-square-meter theater.

Everyone was wearing cheering uniforms, holding cheering sticks in their hands, and practicing the swinging movements of the cheering sticks under the leadership of the leader.

When Qin Zhibo appeared, everyone was shocked.

They were not surprised by Qin Zhibo himself, but by the clothes on Qin Zhibo's body.

"Hidden support uniform! Why is it on your uncle?"

"Sell it to me! Sell it to me! I'll pay 20,000!"

"Give it to me! I'll pay 30,000!"

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Wherever Qin Zhibo went, he was like a star in the moon, and the surrounding audience gathered around him desperately, wanting to bid for the hidden support uniform that Qin Zhibo was wearing.

Winning this dress seemed to be Qin Zhibo's good luck, but now it is a big trouble for Qin Zhibo.

After all, I am somewhat of a respectable social figure. If I were recognized by these people, wouldn't it be a big trouble?

But fortunately, people here don't seem to read the recent Tokyo newspapers very often. They turn a blind eye to Qin Zhibo's face and focus entirely on the hidden support uniform.

With a character card luck of 35, Qin Zhibo didn't realize that he had won this dress based on his ability.

Who knows what Mr. Clock communicated with the creature responsible for selling tickets.

In the surging crowd, Qin Zhibo and Mr. Clock were scattered.

Qin Zhibo was pushed to the front row, standing with another thin man also wearing a hidden support uniform.

The fat support uniform clearly reflected his thin figure. Qin Zhibo glanced at his name, which was Gao Qiaonan.

Takahashi glanced at the Q version of Kiriya Sakura on Qin Zhibo's clothes. Just as he was about to say something, the lights in the theater suddenly went out, and booming music sounded.

Qin Zhibo was stunned with the sound of music that was so shocking that it made his heart tremble.

Dozens of young and beautiful girls appeared from the darkness beside the stage.

They jumped up and down, their colorful hair bouncing with their energetic steps, a testament to the girls' agility.

But Qin Zhibo could tell at a glance that they were not human.

There is no human identification information on the heads of all the beautiful girls.

If you look a little closer, you will find that their bodies are even woven with some kind of light.

They are as nihilistic as the future images projected by holograms in science fiction movies, and as real as dozens of two-dimensional beautiful girls jumping out of the screen and jumping around on the stage.

Qin Zhibo quickly picked up his handbag and checked the name of the idol group on it.

Super electromagnetic girl group! !