Black Gate Club.

Su Qi added some water to the teapot.

The Governor, the Hatter, and Hans Christian Andersen all sat on the couch and played a game of Rich Man's Chess.

"You mean a ghost who distorts cognition?"

Andersen said as he rolled the dice.

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

Su Qi is talking about "non-existent transfer students".

"That's not an easy trouble."

Hans Christian Andersen moves with a chess piece.

"Since direct can't work, you can try indirect and find the school's previous news."

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

Su Qi voiced his worries.

"Finding it will enter the logic of eating, and not finding it and not finding it, the logic is contradictory......"

Hans Christian Andersen thought for a moment and said:

"Is it possible that a 'Silence'?"

"Silence?"

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

"Can it be recognized? The logic of eating ......"

"Silence is considered by the occult school to be a special kind of idealist, who does not possess the logic of eating, but another, the logic of forgetting."

"What is the logic of forgetting?"

"If you see a silence, the moment you look away, you'll forget that they have ever appeared in front of you."

Su Qi had a puzzled expression on his face.

Ghosts, idealists, are very supernatural in some ways, but within the closed loop of their own logic, they are completely logical beings.

"Anyone can have seen silence, but almost no one can remember them unless you are the first to realize and record their presence."

Andersen handed the dice to Su Qi.

"Unless you have the ability to pause time to come and record, it is recognized in occult academic circles that only the Temporal Dependents can capture the traces of silence."

"Director Alice is working on a project related to silence, counting their numbers."

Alice pinched the teacup with her fingers, sipping black tea like a cat's tongue, her erected pupils spreading and contracting, and the fragrance of tea was strong.

"It doesn't have to be silence, ghosts and gods can only exist in one logic, not two at the same time, silence can't cause harm to people, it may just be some adolescent troubles."

Hearing "puberty" from the mouth of the two-hundred-year-old Lori boss is very subtle.

Hans Christian Andersen thought for a moment and said:

"Adolescence is delicate and fragile, so you might want to try a gentler approach."

"Huh?"

Su Qi got some hints that he didn't know if they could be counted as hints.

He thought it would be better to check again tomorrow about the rumors that there had been a student falling from the building at the school.

……

Leave the Black Gate Club.

Hop on the train and head to Akihabara.

Su Qi is going to "fiction".

Originally, the third fictitious place to set up a shrine was intended to be in Ginza.

But because of the Macbeth file, Su Qi changed his mind and chose Akihabara.

And this place is suitable, where subcultures gather, and it is easy to produce some "new things".

He had already started it two or three days ago, and it is estimated that in another week, he should be able to complete the fiction before the next mysterious hall opens.

Akihabara is much more complex than schools and the small commercial districts next to them, with many small shops tucked away in the streets and alleys, as well as underground facilities.

There are many age-restricted shops, tiger's den, and DVD shops of the three families...... Inconvenience in every sense.

However, after a few days of "sweeping", there are indeed a lot of discoveries, and only by really going deep into various streets and alleys and storefronts can you find many ghosts and gods hidden here.

The ghosts and gods wearing storm armor in front of the Shouya have strange and familiar appearances, ghosts and gods crawling out of the car, and some ghosts and gods with cameras and small TV heads on Electric Street......

When Su Qi was buying drinks at the vending machine, he could hear strange movements coming from the storage box next to him, and a voice that was not like a human roared 'let me out'.

In the holy land of the subcultural circle, the place where ideology and culture collide, there are always many ghosts and gods.

……

Su Qi paid special attention to the record, and recorded 3 points that were suspected of having special ghosts and gods.

One on Maid Street and one on electrical stores.

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

Especially the one in the Radio Club Building.

On the roof of the building, a spherical metal body 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 hand moves on a dial-like scale, and time ticks.

Su Qi felt that this time sphere might also be a ghost, although it looked like a dead thing, ordinary people really couldn't see it.

He didn't dare to explore more, it was better to be cautious, for the mystic, curiosity is a fatally bad habit.

What's more, he now has Frankenstein, he has the Hall of Mysteries, and in any case, he is not in a situation where he wants to risk his own life.

Record 3 special ghost locations, and when you go back, you can use your Frankenstein puppet to see if you can make a new script.

……

Akihabara, Tram Theater.

The directors, directors, and actors of the troupe came in and out, rehearsing and preparing for the evening's performances.

Backstage, actors' lounge.

Mr. Eiaki Okumura, who was full of alcohol, was dangling with a bottle of foreign wine, drunk.

Alcoholism before the official performance of the actors, even in this kind of small theater where there are not many audiences, eating and waiting for death, is not allowed.

However, as the only "big-name" stage actor in this small troupe, Mr. Okumura's status in the troupe belongs to the kind that few people dare to manage.

"Okumura, we have to talk."

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

"Oda, it's the second time this month that she has come to me to complain about your workplace harassment, can you restrain a little."

"Hey, hey, take it easy, man, it's just a little actor on stage with a headgear on the set, when did she speak so much."

Okumura said with a wine burp.

"I don't want to see this little role cause trouble for my theater, so you'd better not get any evidence filmed."

"Man, don't lose your temper over such an insignificant little role, you know, half of the audience in the theater outside is coming for me."

Okumura poured wine nonchalantly, his face was slightly drunk, and he walked straight and pulled the robe on his body and the crown prop on his head.

Very comical pose, with opera emphasis very exaggerated:

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

The manager of the troupe is angry, but it is not easy to have a seizure, this kind of small troupe has a big right to speak, and many of the audience come to see someone.

Although Okumura is not a well-known actor, he is not on Broadway either.

This is a small theater in Akihabara that barely balances its finances and will close down at any point, and it can barely have dozens of audiences every day.

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

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

The troupe manages the popularity of the frenzy and grabs the bottle.

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

"Nobuyo? A trainee actor? Come on, that kid can't even memorize the lines, does he dare to speak while standing on the stage? Stop teasing me. ”

"Okumura, Nobuto has been in the theater for more than a year, you must know that every time you don't show up at the rehearsal, it is Nobuto who comes to play the role of Macbeth in the rehearsal, and he memorizes the lines very ......"

"Come on! Come on! That kind of young man who is not famous, is the audience here to see him? ”

Okumura violently and unreasonably knocked on the wine bottle, rudely interrupting the theater manager.

"That's my stage, my character, you want that hairy boy to replace me? Don't you want to make money, ha, sober man, as long as I'm not dead, that kid doesn't want to play my role, ha. ”

The poorly soundproofed actors' lounge, the quarrel between the theater manager and the arrogant actors, spread outside the door.

The young trainee actor Nobuto stood outside the door and shook his fist unwillingly.

……