Chapter 531

The variety show team's screams of terror from inside the villa reached the outside, and Uesugi Muneyuki and Mai Xuejie couldn't help but laugh, and even the Village Flower Palace showed a faintly amused expression.

She just liked this taste, or rather, she seemed to have become fond of this taste.

Scaring people is really fun, it's really stress-relieving!

Uesugi Muneyuki looked at the still somewhat shaken Saito Asuka and thought, indeed, people's thresholds are getting higher and higher.

Meanwhile, after the variety show team was scared into a chaotic mess of losing control of their bowels and bladders, when they checked and counted heads again, Hironaka Mariko vanished as if she had evaporated on the spot.

"Director—we, are we still recording?" a staff member asked, trembling.

"............".

The director suppressed his palpitations, thought it over repeatedly, and decided to proceed according to the plan.

Mai-sama is very busy! Uesugi Chief is also very busy! If we don't record here, we might not have a time slot!

Could it be that this episode of "Hand of God" is going to have a skylight opened? Fuji TV isn't going to be complained about by all of Kantou, is it!

Among the 30 million people in Kantou, at least 8 million are waiting for each monthly episode of Hand of God!

Moon finger alive!

He just doesn't believe in evil!

"Activate the first stage of paranormal phenomena! Lights, sound effects, actions!"

The variety show team gave orders via walkie-talkie, trying to use a stronger "potent medicine" to bring the pace back: "Re-record, then notify Shirakawa-san and Uesugi-san to prepare!"

"Yes!"

The second recording went much more smoothly, and after being frightened, the entire variety show team was in a state of high mental tension, so much so that even when Tei Reiji stepped on her high heels and twisted her legs, the sound of her beautiful silk legs carried a faint tremor.

This recording, the variety show effect was excellent to the point of explosion.

After completing this scene, Uesugi Muneyuki and Shirakawa Mai received notification and began to enter the retro villa to experience the story of "Izumo Dancing Girl Aizome."

At that time, the chandelier in the main hall of the villa began to flicker violently, on and off unpredictably, creating a classic horror atmosphere.

However, the expected terrified screams did not come from Shirakawa Mai and Uesugi Muneyuki's mouths; these two guys seemed very calm, even when the hanging painting fell to the ground, the scroll exploded, and the god statue collapsed, they had no reaction, at most just being frightened and immediately turning their heads to look.

Damn, this is not what we wanted!

The variety show team at the scene had previously been scared into losing control of their bowels and bladders by Hironaka Mariko and were praying that Hironaka-san wouldn't appear again, but now seeing Uesugi Shiro showing no reaction, yet their minds were full of the thought that indeed, for the Shrine Chief Seat and the Legendary Forensic Doctor, ordinary scares were already hard to make them show fearful expressions and extreme reactions.

Hironaka-san, could you come out again?

The variety show team began praying again.

Just once, just once is enough!

But this time, Hironaka Mariko did not appear.

The director gritted his teeth, clinging to a last glimmer of hope, and decided to forcefully push forward the final segment—he firmly believed that as long as the white-clad female ghost playing "Dancing Girl Aizome" made a successful appearance, everything could be brought back on track!

"Activate 'Aizome'! Quick!" he growled into the walkie-talkie, his voice carrying an almost imperceptible tremor.

At the dimly lit end of the villa's main corridor, according to plan, a female assistant wearing coarse white kimono, with her face coated in thick white powder, took a deep breath, filled with a resolve to face death, and lunged out from the corner, simultaneously letting out the mournful, prolonged wail she had rehearsed countless times:

"Cry ah ah ah ah——huh?!"

Her wail cut off abruptly.

Because in front of her, less than half a meter away, floated another "white-clad female ghost."

This newly appeared female ghost, likewise dressed entirely in plain white, but her attire had an ethereal texture, as if woven from moonlight, lonely and aloof, without exaggerated makeup, her face clear and icy, even carrying a hint of the disdain and arrogance of a superior species looking down on an inferior one—precisely the Village Flower Princess.

Arimura Hana Jun crossed her arms in front of her chest, using her signature, contemptuous gaze toward cockroaches, to size up this frozen colleague before her, mentally commenting: acting is exaggerated, emotions are superficial. The wail lacks layers, the progression from weak to strong? The costume also lacks basic historical research; Edo-period dancing girls would not use this kind of fabric.

Overall expressiveness, unqualified!

However, when the Village Flower Princess appeared before her, the female ghost froze.

I've been to Disney!

You you you, you're not that romantic Chiba Ditoni urban legend—Snow Maiden Princess who frequently appears in the Chiba Ditoni theme park, are you?

The female ghost assistant stared at this face she knew so well, which had once sparked heated discussions on 2CH, but despite countless manpower and material resources expended, could not be determined who she was, her brain completely short-circuited.

Her eyes rolled up, and before she could even let out a scream, she collapsed softly to the ground, unconscious.

"Ah ah ah ah——!"

This time, it was a collective, collapsing scream from the variety show staff area.

At the same time, beside the monitor behind the director, Miyahara Toru's spirit body suddenly appeared, pointing at the monitor showing the fainted female assistant and the smug Arimura Hana Jun, he slapped his thigh and let out his signature, highly infectious laughter:

"Hahaha! Director! This segment! This segment, when aired, will definitely explode in ratings! The most tragic female ghost in history scolded into fainting by her senior! Hahaha! Absolutely! Don't you dare cut it!"

The director whipped his head around, just in time to meet Miyahara Toru's face, wearing a watermelon-head wig, grinning with teeth showing but eyes invisible.

"Mi—Miyahara-sensei?! You—you aren't already—"

The director was so frightened he rolled straight off the director's chair, his fingers trembling as he pointed at Miyahara Toru, speaking incoherently.

"After all, I, I can't bear to part with my days at Fuji TV, nor can I bear to part with Hirai-san, you! So I came back to see you!" Miyahara Toru asked very urgently, even eagerly: "I really miss you, Hirai-san, do you miss me too?"

After saying that, his ugly face just came up like this, as if wanting a kiss.

"Ah Ah Ah!!"

Thus, the recording site and the outside variety show team simultaneously fell into utter chaos!

There's a ghost! There really is a ghost!!!

In this utter chaos, the two idols participating as placard girls in the show showed completely different reactions: Miyawaki Sakura had already been scared until her face turned deathly pale, tears swirling in her eye sockets, when the spirit body appeared, her last psychological defense line completely collapsed. She let out a short whimper, like a frightened little rabbit, heedless of everything, using hands and feet together to crawl toward the only person in the venue who seemed calm and composed—Shirakawa Mai—she threw herself into her embrace, tightly gripping her waist, burying her face deeply, her body trembling like chaff in a sieve, with a sobbing voice she murmured: "Mai-sama—. Save me—there, there's a ghost——"

Meanwhile, Hirate Sarina, who always prided herself on being "cool" and "composed," stubbornly held her ground in place.

Her face was as pale as paper, her lips tightly pressed, trying to maintain her "Hirate Big Brother" image. However, her body betrayed her—her right hand, in a completely unconscious, mechanical motion, repeatedly lifted and lowered the answer board on the table beside her used for games, lift, put down, lift, put down. —-As if that could protect her like a shield, or perhaps just her muscles spasming from extreme fear.

Even more bizarrely, no matter whether the answer board was facing front or back, the side facing outward happened to be the bright red 【X】 mark representing error.

She just stood there like that, expressionless (actually she was scared stupid), her gaze hollow, again and again, persistently holding that blood-red 【X】, as if declaring to the whole world the utter failure of this project, or as if sealing her verdict on this incomprehensible phenomenon she had witnessed.

The scene had already completely lost control, crying, screaming, and praying voices mixed together, the paranormal farce had turned into a real night of terror, Uesugi Muneyuki and Shirakawa Mai exchanged a glance, both seeing the uncontrollable joy in each other's eyes.

Indeed, it was very interesting.

However, it's enough already—using the power of the Inner World to dabble in a bit of the paranormal was fine, but going too far was not beautiful. Just as Uesugi Muneyuki and Shirakawa Mai were planning to end all of this.

A female murderer with short hair, holding a great sabre, and showing a nervous, struggling, ferocious smile stepped over the stairs and suddenly appeared before Uesugi Muneyuki and Shirakawa Mai. She twisted her neck, spoke with a bland, windless expression tinged with a hint of pleasure, and said: "Doctor, I'm back. Did you miss me?"

The moment Uesugi Muneyuki saw that figure, his hairs stood on end.

Damn, Saijo Yasue?!?!?!

You didn't die?

He was so scared he hastily leaned back, and the fragile chair's backrest collapsed directly (actually arranged by the variety show team), sending him sprawling with all four limbs in the air, then he hastily got up, extremely tense.

As a result, the female murderer immediately transformed, reverting to the appearance of Hironaka Mariko. The former Fuji TV female anchor, upon seeing her master, was also overjoyed.

"Hahahaha~~" Seeing this, Arimura Hana, who had been observing secretly, finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Interesting, truly too interesting!

Cockroach, grant me more pleasure, more fun!

The external world, truly an interesting world!

I've started to like this altered world!