Black Gate Club.

Su Qi added some water to the teapot.

The director, the hatchman, Andersen and others were all sitting on the small sofa, playing the game of rich chess.

"You mean a ghost that distorts cognition?"

Andersen said while rolling the dice.

"Yes, I know it is hidden in the class, but I can't find it directly."

Su Qi was talking about "the non-existent transfer student".

"That's really a difficult problem to solve."

Andersen took the chess piece and walked around.

"Since it's not straightforward, you can try to find out the news about the school indirectly."

"I'm looking for it, just worried that I will be attacked immediately after I find it?"

Su Qi expressed his concerns.

"It will enter the eating logic, but it will not be able to find it, and the logic will be contrary to the logic..."

Andersen thought for a while and said:

“Is it possible that it is a 'silence’?”

"silence?"

"A special kind of ghost and god can be seen and recognized."

"Can you be recognized? That eating logic..."

"Silence is considered by the mystic school to be a special idealist, without eating logic, but another kind of forgetting logic."

“What is the logic of forgetting?”

"If you see a silence, the moment you look away, you will forget that they have appeared before you."

Su Qi showed a puzzled expression on his face.

Ghosts and gods, idealists, are very supernatural in some aspects, but they are completely logical in their own logical closed loop.

"Anyone may have seen silence, but almost no one can remember them unless you can realize it at the first time and record their existence."

Andersen handed the dice to Su Qi.

"Unless you have the ability to pause time, you can record it. It is recognized in the mysterious academic circle that only time relatives can capture the traces of silence."

"Director Alice is working on issues related to silence, counting their number."

Alice pinched the teacup with her fingers, sipped black tea like a cat's tongue, her erect pupils diffuse and contract, and the tea smell was strong.

"It is not necessarily silence. Ghosts and gods can only have one logic, and they cannot exist at the same time. Silence cannot cause harm to people. The ghosts and gods in your school cannot be silence. They may just be some adolescent troubles."

It feels very subtle when I hear "puberty" from the two hundred-year-old boss of luoli.

Andersen thought for a while and said:

"You may try gentler treatments when you are slim and fragile in adolescence."

"ha?"

Su Qi got some tips that I don’t know if they can count as prompts.

He thought it would be better to check it out tomorrow, and there was a rumor about the incident of a student falling from the building in the school.

...

Leave Black Gate Club.

Take the tram and go to Akihabara.

Su Qi is going to "fiction".

Originally, the third place to create a shrine was wanted to choose Ginza.

But because of Macbeth's archives, Su Qi changed his mind and chose Akihabara.

Moreover, this place is suitable, and where the subcultural circle gathers, it is easy to produce some "new things".

He started two or three days ago. It is estimated that in another week, he could be able to fictionalize Akihabara before the mysterious hall is opened next time.

Akihabara is much more complex than the school and the small commercial area next to the school. There are many small shops hidden in the streets and alleys, as well as underground facilities.

Including many stores that restrict age entry and exit, tiger den, and DVD stores of the three masters... inconvenience in various senses.

However, after a few days of "sweeping", there are indeed many discoveries. Only by truly exploring various streets and alleys can you discover many ghosts and gods hiding here.

The ghosts and gods wearing storm soldiers armor in front of the birthday house have a strange and familiar appearance, the ghosts and gods crawling out of the pain car, some ghosts and gods with cameras on their bodies on electrical appliances streets, and small TV heads...

When Su Qi was buying drinks at the vending machine, he could hear strange movements in the storage box next to him, unlike a human voice roaring, "Let me out."

There are always many ghosts and gods in the subculture circle, where ideas and cultures collide.

...

Su Qige paid special attention to recording three points that were suspected to have special ghosts and gods.

One on Maid Street, one on Electrical Street.

There is also one on the roof of the Radio Hall.

Especially the one in the radio club building.

A spherical metal body on the roof, like a falling meteorite, smashed into the upper floor of the building, and most of it was embedded in the building.

On the sphere, a large pointer is moving on the dial-like scale, and time ticks.

Su Qi felt that this time sphere might also be a ghost. Although it looks like a dead object, ordinary people really can't see it.

He dared not explore it much, so it would be better to be cautious. For mysterious people, curiosity is a fatal bad habit.

What's more, he now has Frankenstein and the Hall of Mystery. In any case, he is not at the point of taking risks on his own.

Record 3 special ghosts and gods. After you go back, use your own Frankenstein doll to see it and try to make a new script.

...

Akihabara, tram theater.

The directors, theater affairs, and actors in and out of the troupe are rehearsing to prepare for evening performances.

Backstage, actors lounge.

Mr. Eimei Okumura, who was covered in alcohol, was swaying with a bottle of wine, drunk.

Before the official performance, the actor was drunk and even in a small theater where there were not many audiences and were waiting to die, 9 was not allowed to act.

However, as the only famous "big-name" stage drama actor in this small troupe, Mr. Okumura's status in the troupe is the kind that few people dare to take charge of.

"Omura, we have to talk."

As soon as the troupe manager came in, he smelled a strong smell of alcohol and slapped his hand in front of his nose.

"Oda, it's the second time this month. She has come to me to complain about your workplace harassment. Can you restrain yourself?"

"Hey, hey, relax, man, he's just a little actor who takes the lead in acting on the stage. When did she speak so much?"

Omura said while burping.

"I don't want to see such a small character causing trouble for my theater. You'd better not get photographed with any evidence."

"Man, don't lose your temper for such insignificant little characters. You have to know that half of the audiences in the theater outside are for me, not them."

Okumura was drinking indifferently, with a slightly drunk face, and he pulled his robe and crown props on his head while walking.

He poses in a very funny way and says in an exaggerated way in the opera voice:

"The great King Macbeth will bring you good luck and wealth."

The troupe manager is angry, but it is not easy to get angry. The troupe has a lot of say in such a small troupe, and many viewers are just to see someone come.

Although Okumura is not a very famous actor, he is not Broadway here.

This is a small theater in Akihabara that barely balances income and expenditure and will go bankrupt at some time. There are only a few dozen audiences every day.

"Don't drink so much before the show. I don't want to see you sleeping on the stage like last time."

"Those people are willing to buy tickets to see me sleep."

The troupe manager's popularity is so popular.

"If you can't sober up before the show, I have to consider using substitute actor Shintoshi."

"Xin Teng? An intern actor? Come on, that kid can't even memorize the lines. Do he dare to speak when standing on the stage? Stop teasing me."

"Okumura, Shinto has been in the theater for more than a year. You have to know that you don't show up every rehearsal. Shinto is the rehearsal of Macbeth's role. He memorizes the lines very much..."

"Come on! Come on! Are the audiences coming to see him come?"

Okumura knocked on the wine bottle in a violent and unreasonable way, and interrupted the theater administrator roughly.

"That's my stage, my role. Do you want that young boy to replace me? Don't you want to make money anymore? Ha, sober guy, as long as I'm not dead, that boy won't want to play my role, ha."

In the actor's lounge, the quarrel between the theater administrator and the arrogant actors was spread outside the door.

The young trainee actor Nobuki stood outside the door and clenched his fists unwillingly.
Chapter completed!