Tokyo: The evil god doesn't want to be the top star

Chapter 6 Do You Need Paper?

"I'm sorry, I'm too harsh. After all, this is Ms. Xingming's first trial recording, and the result is already very good. If you just spend a little more time..."

Noticing that there seemed to be sparkling light in Hoshina Hanami's eyes, Xia Fan hurriedly comforted her.

"No, what we lack most now is time."

“The Tokyo Newcomer Music Awards will close this week and will officially begin next week. In addition to posting songs online, there will also be a live performance and scoring session.”

"That is to say, I have to completely master this song within this week. President, please send me back to pack my luggage. I will live in the recording studio for the next few days."

Unlike her weak appearance, Hoshina Hanami is actually very strict with herself and firmly requests Tachibana Ryoko to "grind the shed".

If the studio version cannot gain initial approval from the original author, there is no chance that the live performance will be able to win over the professional judges.

"Xia Jun, please exchange phone numbers and LINE with me. I will continue to send you the demos we recorded in the next few days. Please be sure to guide me strictly."

After hurriedly touching the phone with Xia Fan and exchanging contact information, Hoshina Hanami hurriedly pulled Tachibana Ryoko away.

"Um, Uncle Dongye, are my standards too high?"

Xia Fan scratched the back of his head in distress.

"The entertainment industry is like a rough sea. If you don't swim upstream, you will lose the chance to breathe forever. Even if you are lucky enough to get out of the water, if you don't have the ability to hold on, you will be swallowed up by the sea again."

"A debut song is very important for a new artist. It is a masterpiece that may become a lifetime 'memory label' for the audience. It is rare to get a good song, so of course we have to do our best to present it perfectly."

"Next, let's trust Mr. Xing Ming to record a good song."

Dong Ye was used to it. He sighed and left the recording studio with Xia Fan.

……

"Sorry, Uncle Dongye, I drank too much water. Wait for me."

Walking to the ground floor of the B Company Building, Xia Fan, who was in a hurry, ran into the toilet.

"Before I knew it, I had recorded until the evening. Three minutes on stage means ten years of hard work behind the scenes. The ancients were right."

As he opened the gate to release the water, he looked out the window at the dark night and sighed softly.

"Zizzi...zizi..."

In the empty bathroom, the dim light tube flickered slightly.

"Tick...tick..."

The intermittent sound of water dripping from the faucet echoed faintly.

Xia Fan looked around habitually and shook himself comfortably.

"Ok?"

He suddenly noticed that a white figure had appeared in the innermost corner of the bathroom.

The person had a slim figure, wore a white dress, and had long hair cascading down to her waist.

The whole face and body were pressed tightly against the white tile wall, standing motionless, making it impossible to confirm the gender.

"When did this person come in?"

Xia Fan couldn't help but take a few more glances.

The other party probably came in when I was immersed in the water.

Although her clothes and figure looked like a female, there were many "transgender" people like Tachibana Ryoko in District 11, so Xia Fan did not dare to easily judge that the other party had taken the wrong path.

The real reason why he was attracted was...

Although "facing the wall" is considered a "standard posture" in the men's restroom, there is no urinal where the man is "facing the wall".

Not only that, but there were also wisps of strange "black smoke" floating around the man. "The eyes of the gods, with a hidden divinity in them, can see extraordinary things..."

For some reason, Xia Fan recalled the description of the "Divine Eyes".

"Could it be that……"

A certain subconscious speculation turned into a biting chill that spread along his back like a snake, exploding into a tingling numbness at his scalp, and his entire mind was frozen by the fear of the unknown.

[The foul aura is still there, and the obsession is still there. This is an evil spirit. No need to disturb it, just leave. ]

The oracle that emerged in his mind brought Xia Fan back to consciousness.

“Ah, it hurts, it hurts…”

He zipped up his pants hastily, endured the severe pain between his legs, and ran out of the bathroom without hesitation.

No matter whether it is a "transvestite", "performance art", or a "devil spirit" as the oracle said, he is not a supporting role in a horror movie, and he will never go forward to find out.

After Xia Fan left, the man in the quiet men's restroom still maintained the "facing the wall" posture.

"want……"

After a few seconds, “she” seemed to realize something belatedly. She twisted her joints, raised her arms, and squeezed out words with a sound like metallic friction from her throat.

"want……"

The black hair that should have been at the "back of the head" was pulled to the sides like a curtain, revealing a female face with skin and flesh rolled up, barely stitched together by stitches.

She smiled with her mouth wide open, and stared greedily at the still shaking toilet door with her bloodshot eyes.

"...Do you need paper?"

In the palm that was twisted into a knot, there was a roll of blood-stained toilet paper.

……

"It's just a zipper stuck, there's no need to look so grim. Don't worry, it's not as fragile as you think. I saw a case in the news where a broken one was reattached."

"Back then, when I was hanging out in Kabukicho, I was almost [beep...][beep...][beep...]..."

As the car drove away from the B Company Building, Xia Fan's face turned pale and his eyes dull. He had no intention of listening to Dong Ye's muttering.

All along, I seem to have overlooked an important fact...

Since there are "gods" in this world, there may naturally be "ghosts".

As someone who possesses the [Divine Eyes], perhaps I will have to adapt to a life of watching these "supernatural beings" in the future.

"I'll take you here. Say hello to your parents for me. If you're really worried, let your dad get you some 'guns, eggs and cannons' to replenish your body."

"Remember, I've used my power to get you VIP seats in the inner area of ​​the Tokyo Newcomer Music Awards next week. Let's go together."

Yoshihide Higashino parked the car at the north exit of Ikebukuro Shopping Street, dropped Xia Fan off, and after giving him a few instructions, he left quickly.

"Why did you send me here... Never mind, I'm back now..."

Walking along the Ikebukuro shopping street lined with shops, Xia Fan stopped in front of a restaurant called "Wing Lee Chinese Restaurant".

This Chinese restaurant, which has a shabby exterior and a small storefront, has been run by Xia Fan's father, who is in charge of the cooking, and his mother, who is in charge of the front desk. It has been in business since 20 years ago and has witnessed the process of Ikebukuro's commercial street being gradually invaded by Dragon Country cuisine and becoming a food street where Dragon Country people gather.

"I hope I won't get scolded..."

Xia Fan took a breath and skillfully opened the sliding door of the restaurant...

"Boss Xia, this month's payment is three days overdue."

It was past dinner time and there were not many customers in the restaurant, but there were two men in suits standing in front of the bar.

(End of this chapter)