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

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

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

You must know that from the third floor, there are ghost actors, and even more terrifying small mechanisms have appeared.

Those actors are all professional-level, and generally speaking, it is impossible to go wrong.

Of course, in order to prevent the overly frightened Nishijo-style from suddenly pulling out a hammer and causing damage to the ghost actors, all the ghost actors at close range have been removed.

So now I can only hold on!

Hold! Hold on until the time when the West Side is scared!

It's not just June Ono who thinks this way, but also Yota Katsumura and Yoshidahama next to her.

They don't believe in the West Side style at all, and there is nothing to be afraid of.

This may be called a good scar and forget the pain.,Just now I was scared to death by the Xicheng style.,Relieved and began to die again.。

They secretly looked at each other, made secret codes, formulated strategies, and made up their minds to make the Xicheng style in front of them scare them half to death.

And just as the three of them were communicating, there was a sudden sound of rustling from the top of several people's heads.

Here it comes!

Yota Katsumura was in good spirits.

There is a mechanism on the stairs up the third floor, and there will be a hanging blood-seeping skull prop on the floor above it.

He put on a look of fear at the right time, and pointed to the prop skull hanging above his head, trying to draw Nishicheng's gaze.

"What's that—"

Boom!

Faster than the flying prop head is Hammer Shadow.

Item skulls turned to pieces! Sticky artificial plasma splatters! Directly exploded on the three of Katsumura Yota and the others.

"Huh?" Yota Katsumura blinked in disbelief.

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

In my impression... He saw the afterimage of Xicheng's arm flashing, and the next moment the prop's head exploded.

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

"What's wrong? Mr. Katsumura? ”

Holding the hammer in his hand, Xicheng turned his head and asked.

"Ahh Uh-huh... It's okay. ”

Looking at the hammer head stained with artificial plasma in Nishijo-shiki's hand, Yota Katsumura wanted to open his mouth several times, but closed his mouth several times.

"Are you really alright?" Xicheng came over with a hammer with concern, and reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

That moment—

Yota Katsumura shook unexpectedly, and a smile on his face that was about to cry appeared:

"No, it's fine. Brother Xicheng, you don't have to worry about me. ”

"Really? But I think Mr. Katsumura, your face is a little unpleasant. ”

It seems to be intentional or unintentional, and the hammer carried by Xicheng is getting closer and closer.

Yota Katsumura could even smell the pungent smell of artificial plasma on it.

"It's okay! It's all right! I was just taken aback! ”

He laughed twice and then scratched his head when he noticed that the action was not normal, and the smile on his face disappeared completely.

This terrifying sense of oppression is simply not an opponent that his half-karate level can handle.

"Really?" Nishigi took his 'caring' expression away and looked back at Jun Ono and Yoshida Hama.

None of them looked good-looking.

That's right, who would be in a good mood when they were suddenly drenched in blood?

"Three? I don't think you're in a good state of mind, so why don't you just leave? What do you think? ”

"Uh... It's all right with that. ”

Jun Ono reluctantly wiped the artificial plasma off his face, and then said, "But in this way, it's basically certain, right?" There may be something like a wraith here. ”

Seeing that she still insisted on scaring her work, even Xicheng couldn't help but look at her more, and then nodded:

"There's something there."

Since you also think that there are resentful spirits here, then how come you are still fearless and not even frightened?

Listening to Nishijo-shi's words, Ono Jun was depressed from the bottom of his heart.

"The resentful spirits I'm talking about are not these props prepared by your program team, but more real..."

As soon as Nishigi-shiki said this, Jun Ono, Yota Katsumura, and Yoshidahama all showed a look of astonishment.

After a while, Yoshida Ha let out a snort: "Brother Xicheng... It's too much to say it's a prop..."

"Brother Xicheng, have you watched our show?"

Before Yoshidahama finished speaking, Jun Ono over there suddenly interrupted him.

Although it was very rude, Yoshidahama didn't say anything. After all, Jun Ono is the daughter of the top management of the TV station, and he can't afford to offend.

It's realistic, and it's normal.

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

Nishijo said as he disassembled the hammer head from the hammer handle.

"See Director Takeuchi ... This..."

Yoshida Hama and Katsumura Yota were stunned.

If there is such a recording accident at the moment, it should be to prepare new passers-by, rearrange the scene, and prepare for the next show recording.

A passer-by who did not cooperate with the recording said that he wanted to meet the director who was in charge of the live work... It's too much...

Even Jun Ono was a little embarrassed.

The director is very busy, and in the busy recording scene, the other party's temper is not too good.

Even if her status is one level higher than that of ordinary members, she will definitely not be scolded.

She hesitated for a while, but finally sighed and did not refuse.

"I'll ask the director. Please wait, Brother Xicheng. ”

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

Yota Katsumura asked in a whisper, obviously not expecting Jun Ono to answer like this.

"Otherwise, there is no way, after all, there is such a big problem, and the recording of today's program will definitely be delayed. I asked the director what he thought, and I just conveyed the request of the little brother in Xicheng by the way... That's all. ”

Jun Ono replied a little helplessly.

But what if Xicheng can really meet the director?

She glanced at the West Side.

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

How much more self-conscious people should think like that?

Thirty minutes later—

"Liar, huh?"

"Do you really want to return all urgently? Only the VCR was recycled? Don't you recycle any other trap items? ”

"What does Director Takeuchi think?"

Jun Ono's eyes widened, and he stared at everything in front of him in amazement.

"That's it... It seems that there is an order from the TV station that wants us to return urgently today... The matter of recycling props will be left for tomorrow. ”

A member of the program team next to him also scratched his head incomprehensibly.

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

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

"Where's Xicheng? Where did that Xicheng go?! ”

Jun Ono thought of it.

Xicheng style words.

"The resentful spirits I'm talking about are not these props prepared by your program team, but more real..."

This one is more real... Could it be-

Jun Ono turned to look at the abandoned building of Sato behind him.

After realizing something.

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

It became terrifying and hideous.