"..." Jun Ono did not persuade him.

She is not a fool either, and she knows that continuing to persuade Xicheng style to go to the distribution room on the second floor will definitely arouse the other party's suspicion.

So it's better to take a step back here.

You should know that from the third floor, there have been small mechanisms with even more terrifying ghost actors.

Those actors are professional and generally speaking, it is impossible to make a mistake.

Of course, in order to prevent the overly frightened Xicheng style from suddenly pulling out the hammer to cause harm to the ghost actors, all the ghost actors at close range have been removed.

So now I can only hold on!

Hold on! Hold on until the time when you are scared in the West City style!

Not only Jun Ono has this idea, but also Katsumura Yota and Yoshida Hama next to her.

They don't believe in the West City style at all, so they don't have anything to be afraid of.

This may be called "I forgot to hurt after the scar is healed. I was so scared by Xicheng style just now that I recovered and started to commit suicide.

They looked at each other secretly, called secret codes, formulated strategies, and made up their minds to scare the Xicheng style that made them lose their composure.

Just as the three of them were communicating, a rustling sound suddenly came from the top of the heads of several people.

Here comes!

Katsumura Yangta was excited.

There is a mechanism on the stairs up the third floor, and there will be hanging blood-seeking head props passing by quickly on the floor above the head.

He showed a fearful expression at the right time, and pointed to the prop head hanging above his head, trying to attract Xicheng-style gaze.

"What is that-"

Bang!

The one that flies faster than the head of the props passing by is the Hammer Shadow.

The prop head turned into pieces! The sticky artificial plasma splattered everywhere! It directly exploded on the three people including Katsumura Yangta.

"Ah?" Katsumura Yang blinked in shock.

He touched the sticky artificial plasma on his face and was stunned for a moment.

In my impression... he saw afterimage flashing in Xicheng's arms, and the next moment the prop head exploded.

He hadn't even finished the lines prepared by the program team for him...

"What's wrong? Mr. Katsumura?"

Xichengshi held the hammer in her hand and turned her head and asked.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Looking at the hammer head covered with artificial plasma in Xicheng's hands, Katsumura Yangta wanted to open his mouth several times, but closed his mouth several times.

"Is it really okay?" Xichengshi came over with a hammer with concern, and reached out to pat his shoulder.

That moment—

Katsumura Yangta shook for no reason, and a smile that was about to cry appeared on his face:

"No, it's okay. Brother Xicheng, don't worry about me."

"Is that true? But I see Mr. Katsumura, your face is a little unfair."

It seemed that it was intentional or unintentional, and the hammer carried by the Xicheng style was getting closer and closer.

Katsumura Yangta can even smell the pungent smell of artificial plasma on it.

"It's okay! It's really okay! I'm just startled!"

He first laughed twice, then found that this behavior was abnormally shaking his head, and the smile on his face completely disappeared.

This terrifying sense of oppression is no match for his half-baked karate level.

"Is that true?" Nishikishi moved his 'caring' expression away and looked back at Jun Ono and Yoshidahama.

Their faces are also not very good-looking.

Yes, who will be in a good mood if you are suddenly bleeding?

"Three? I think you are in a bad state of mind. Why don't you leave like this? How about you?"

"Uh...this little thing is OK."

Jun Ono barely wiped off the artificial plasma on his face and continued, "But in this way, it's basically certain? There may be something like a vengeful spirit here."

Seeing that she was still relentless and insisting on scaring her work, even Xicheng style couldn't help but look at her more, then nodded and said:

“There is something that does exist here.”

Since you also think there are resentful spirits here, why are you still fearless and not even scared?

Listening to Nishijo-style words, Jun Ono felt depressed.

"What I'm talking about is not the props prepared by your program team, but is more real..."

As soon as Nishikishi said this, Jun Ono, Katsumura Yota and Yoshida Hama both showed a look of surprise.

After a while, Yoshida Hama made a call and haha: "My little brother...it would be too much to say it's a prop..."

"Brother Xicheng, have you watched our show?"

Before Yoshidahama finished speaking, Jun Ono ono suddenly spoke and interrupted him.

Although it was a very impolite behavior, Yoshida Hama didn't say anything. After all, Jun Ono is the daughter of a senior executive of the TV station, and he can't afford to offend him.

Very realistic and normal.

"I'm not interested in late-night variety shows. I hope to talk to your on-site person in charge more than that."

Xicheng Style said while removing the hammer head and hammer handle.

"See Director Takeuchi...this..."

Yoshidahama and Katsumura Yangta were stunned.

The current recording accident should be to prepare new passers-by, rearrange the scene, and prepare for the next program to record.

A passerby who did not cooperate with the recording said that he wanted to meet the director who was in charge of the live work... This is not bad...

Even Jun Ono was in a little embarrassed.

The director is very busy. He is in a busy recording scene, so the other party’s temper is not very good.

Even if her identity is one level higher than that of an ordinary member, she will definitely be scolded.

She hesitated for a while, and finally sighed without refusing.

"I'll ask the director. Please wait, Mr. West City."

"Ask the director? Miss Ono? Are you serious?"

Katsumura Yangta asked in a low voice, obviously not expecting Jun Ono to answer like this.

"Otherwise, there is nothing we can do. After all, if there is such a big problem, the recording of the program will definitely be delayed today. I asked the director what he thought, and just conveyed the request of the young man Xicheng...that's all."

Jun Ono replied a little helplessly.

But what if the Xicheng style can really meet the director?

She glanced at the West City Style.

She didn't believe that Xicheng style has the ability to delay the recording of the program and force the program team to return urgently.

How overestimated should people who think so?

Thirty minutes later—

"Are you a lie?"

"I really want to return all urgently? Only the video recorder was recycled? No other mechanism props were recycled?"

"What did Director Takeuchi think?"

Jun Ono's eyes widened and stared at everything in front of him in a daze.

"That's it... It seems that the TV station has ordered us to return urgently today... The matter of recycling props is to be tomorrow."

A member of the program team next to him grabbed his head in a discomfort.

"But, but..." Jun Ono stared at his eyes, his tone full of incomprehension.

She was in the same place for a long time, then suddenly reacted and asked:

"Where is Xicheng? Where did that Xicheng go?!"

Jun Ono thought of it.

What Xicheng style says.

‘The resentment I am talking about is not the props prepared by your program team, but is more real...’

This is more real... Could it be-

Jun Ono turned to look at Sato's abandoned building behind him.

After realizing what.

She felt inexplicably that this abandoned and dilapidated building seemed...

It became terrifying and ferocious.
Chapter completed!