Looking at Nanami Hashimoto, whose face was full of tears, Toshiryo Muramatsu interrupted Yoshio Konno, who wanted to speak.

"Alright, that's the end of it! Three big men made a little girl cry, it was so ugly to say! Muramatsu Toshiliang frowned and said to Yoshio Konno, and after speaking, he comforted Nanami Hashimoto: "Hashimoto, don't worry too much about this matter!" Since you haven't done it, then the operation side will definitely support you. We are Sony, no matter who we are, we can't wantonly slander and fabricate scandals against our artists! Toshiryo Muramatsu, the highest-ranking of the three, finally set the tone for the event.

"Thank you, Muramatsu-san!" Nana Hashimoto looked at Toshiryo Muramatsu gratefully, feeling a little guilty, after all, he was indeed lying, but the truth that could not be revealed made Nana Hashimoto could only choose to deceive the Sony music director who believed in him, and even deceived more people. Thinking of all this, Nana Hashimoto couldn't help but lower her head, but the tears of guilt couldn't be stopped.

Looking at the crying Nanami Hashimoto, Muramatsu Toshiryo felt a little distressed in his heart. After all, after having more contact with these girls, he has already liked this group and treats these girls as if they were his own daughters. Looking at this crying Nanami Hashimoto is like watching her daughter cry when she is bullied. Thinking of this, Muramatsu Junliang said to Kenji Kitagawa on the side: "Kenji, report this matter to your father." In addition, a notice was sent to "Weekly Wenchun", saying that their false reports had caused great damage to our company's artists and the company's reputation, and let them give an explanation! We are Sony, and no one can slander us without paying the price. ”

"Okay, Muramatsu-san. I'll tell my father. As the second son of Sony Music Entertainment's representative director Naoki Kitagawa, Kenji Kitagawa naturally nodded and took over the microphone work, but after hesitating for a moment, he said to Toshiryo Muramatsu: "However, that's Weekly Bunchun, isn't it good for us to have a hard time with them like this?" After all, after the relationship between Akimoto-san's side and "Weekly Wenchun" was stiff, AKB48's side was stared at by them very much. If we also ......"

Kitagawa Kenji's words made Muramatsu Toshiryo hesitate, but looking at the teary-eyed Nanami Hashimoto on the side, he still said to Kitagawa Kenji: "Even if it's "Weekly Bunchun", how about it? When have we Sony ever been afraid of anyone? ”

Muramatsu Toshiliang's words were interrupted by Nana Hashimoto: "Muramatsu-san, I'm grateful that the operation can choose to believe me, but if this matter makes it difficult for the operation, please don't worry about my feelings, after all, our purpose is to make Nogizaka 46 better, and we can't affect the entire company for me alone." ”

Muramatsu Toshiryo heard Nanami's words, looked at her with relieved eyes and said, "It's very good that Hashimoto can think so much about the company, but this announcement still has to be issued." It's not for you personally, it's for the company as a whole. We are Sony, and by doing so, Weekly Bunharu is provoking us, and there is no one in Japan who can do this without paying the price. Muramatsu's words show the self-confidence of Sony from the era of Akio Morita and Dai Inobuka.

Seeing Muramatsu Toshiryo say this, Nanami Hashimoto could only wipe his tears and nodded silently.

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At this time, in the editorial office of the "Weekly Wenchun" newspaper, an editor was working overtime with his colleagues.

"Did you hear that? The editor Kameda, who is in charge of the entertainment section, was hit by a car yesterday! The editor whispered to a colleague.

The colleague glanced up at the office and saw that no one was paying attention, so he also whispered: "I heard that it is said that after catching a big news, because I was rewarded by the editor-in-chief, I planned to go to an izakaya to celebrate, but there was a car accident." ”

"It's really miserable, it's just happy and sad!" For this kind of thing, the editor inevitably has a gloating smile on his face.

Seeing the smile on the editor's face, the colleague also whispered with a gloating face: "I heard that the big news he caught was about Sony, could it be that he offended someone who couldn't be offended and was retaliated against?" ”

"Wouldn't it? We are "Weekly Wenchun", and there are people we can't offend? Even the Prime Minister, the Crown Princess, and the scandals of these bigwigs have been reported, let alone Sony? The editor said with a look of disbelief.

The colleague looked older and more experienced than the editor, so he pulled the editor over, put his ear to him and said: "Our "Weekly Wenchun" does claim that there are no people who dare not report, but this is mainly about the political and artistic circles, after all, these people themselves are news that can be used to talk about it, so they are not afraid of causing trouble, and they will not retaliate against the newspaper because of this kind of thing." But if you come to some of the biggest names in the financial world, have you ever seen a newspaper that has reported about these people? These bigwigs are the ones who really control Japan, and the politicians are just agents they push to the forefront. If Kameda offends such a big person, hehe, let alone being hit by a car, I wouldn't be surprised even if he was poured cement and sank into Tokyo Bay. Don't forget, as long as those people in the underworld have money, they dare to do anything! ”

The words of his colleague made the editor look afraid, and he suddenly felt that the water in this line was far deeper than he imagined. At this moment, the phone in the office suddenly rang, and the editor reached out to answer it, but only a deep female voice came out of the earpiece saying "Dead".

"Neurotic!" The editor immediately hung up the phone, and receiving this kind of call in the middle of the night made his mood suddenly feel bad.

The colleague looked at him curiously and asked, "What's wrong?" Harassing phone calls? This is also a common thing, after all, our "Weekly Wenchun" often reports on the scandals and scandals of those stars in the entertainment industry, and it is normal for them to make harassing phone calls. I ...... before"

Before the colleague finished speaking, another phone rang, and the colleague reached out to pick it up, and a deep female voice came from inside, saying "Dead".

The colleague who picked up the phone shook his head, hung up the phone casually, ignored it, and continued to say to the editor: "Where did you just say?" I ...... before" The phone rang again, interrupting him.

The colleague frowned and said loudly: "Miss, don't make any more harassing calls, if you call again, I'm going to call the police!" As he spoke, he hung up the phone vigorously.

Unexpectedly, as he hung up the phone, the fax machine rang again, and what came out of it was a piece of paper full of the word "death".

"Damn, that's too much! It's such a joke! The colleague frowned and looked at the paper spit out of the fax machine, and couldn't help but feel annoyed.

But the editor felt that something was wrong, pulled his colleague's sleeve, and whispered to him: "The atmosphere is a little wrong, it can't be haunted, right?" ”

"Haha, you're so timid, how can you be haunted? Where the hell is there in this world! Don't be coaxed by those little idols' TV shows, they are all special effects made by computers! The colleague laughed loudly at the editor, but his hands shook unconsciously.

At that moment, all the telephones and fax machines in the newsroom rang. The editor and his colleague glanced at each other, and they both saw fear in each other's eyes.

Under the push of the editor, my colleague walked to the phone tremblingly, picked up the phone, and said a little scared: "Hey? This is the editorial office of "Weekly Wenchun". ”

But it was still a deep female voice on the phone, saying "Dead". At the same time, all the fax machines in the editorial office began to spit out paper, which was full of the word "dead".

The editors and their colleagues were already terrified, but as if to make them even more afraid, the lights in the newsroom began to flicker. Then a gust of wind blew, blowing the paper with the word "death" written all over the sky. This made the editor and his colleague hide under the table in fear, but it still didn't work, opposite the table where the two were hiding, the monitor that had been turned off turned on by itself, and at the same time, a deep female voice still came from the speaker, saying "Dead".

The editor and his colleagues were terrified, but for some reason, they just couldn't close their eyes, but watched with wide eyes. Opposite them, in the monitor they had turned on, a flurry of snowflakes and streaks flashed before a figure dressed in a blood-red kimono with long hair scattered over her face.

As the chattering teeth of the editor and her colleagues gurgled, the hair of the blood-red figure in the monitor grew longer and longer, gradually covering the top of her feet, covering the ground beneath her feet, and spreading out of the monitor's screen. Amid the screams of the editor and his colleagues, the hair that spilled out engulfed the two people hiding under the table.

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At the same time as a paranormal incident occurred in the editorial office of Weekly Bunchun, the printing house responsible for printing Weekly Bunchun was putting together the printed sample issue of Weekly Bunchun that was about to be released with the finished typesetting, and was ready to be printed after proofreading.

At this moment, in the printing house, the workers were working overtime to print the publications and newspapers that would be released the next day, and no one noticed that there was an inconspicuous trace of white smoke rising from the samples and typesetting of the "Weekly Wenchun" placed on the side. Everyone was busy until a little spark ignited from the proofs of the "Weekly Wenchun", and almost instantaneously the samples and typesets that were placed together were ignited and burned.

By the time the workers of the printing plant smelled the smoke and looked at it, the fire had already swept through the entire room where samples and layouts were placed, and was rapidly spreading to the rest of the printing house. In a place like the printing house, which is full of flammable materials, the fire is difficult to control once it spreads, so by the time the fire truck received a fire call and rushed to the printing plant, the fire had already set half the printing plant on fire.