Ultraman Legend of the Light Chaser

“I saw my senior enter the woods, and then he suddenly disappeared. I also lost my way…” Shintaro Hirata tried to tidy himself up, but covered in mud, he couldn’t look energetic at all: “The result is that I’m like this now. I almost thought I wouldn’t be able to come back.”

Shuto Saya glanced at Sakuma Jun, then at Hirata Shintaro. They probably wouldn't have a chance to exchange statements, and she finally felt a little more at ease about her subordinates.

"Go back and clean up."

Then submit a written report—plus a 2000-word self-criticism.

"Huh?" Shintaro Hirata wailed, "I'm terrible at writing, sir! I'll let you apologize to my face, but please don't make me write anything!"

Jun Sakuma didn't say anything, only looked at him suspiciously.

Shintaro Hirata turned around, his eyes looking completely innocent: "Senpai?"

"Did you see me chasing after my target?"

Shintaro Hirata nodded: "Yes!" Then he whispered: "As for whether the target is Shinzo Negishi..."

Jun Sakuma instantly lost his temper.

"Rest assured," the respectful junior bowed slightly, "Alien beasts are also my enemies."

……

The legendary Shinzo Negi, who supposedly "disappeared into the mountains," quietly returned to the hot spring town.

He received a strange envelope at the newspaper office containing highly realistic, vivid, and impactful photos of monsters—the same batch that Shinzo Nemoto had been fortunate enough to see in the hands of Horokusa.

It also includes a written report, submitted anonymously. The writing skills are quite good, but some parts need some polishing before publication. The submission section is "Fantasy Stories".

What kind of fantasy story are you telling me?! Genlai Shencang frowned, thinking about how Baolu Caoyuan had promised to submit an article to his newspaper, but later seemed to remember nothing. Coupled with the sudden appearance of the "spy," he was completely confused.

What puzzled him even more was that he received related materials again when he returned to the newspaper office.

What's wrong with Bao Lü Cao?

Sitting in the car, Genrai Shinzo recalled Baolu Cao's behavior bit by bit, especially the look of disgust on his face when he saw a swindler during their second meeting, which didn't seem fake at all.

Could it be that he knew the risks of this report, so he deliberately pretended to be uninvolved in public while secretly submitting the photos for publication?

The fact that the story was specifically placed in the fantasy section was probably to avoid implicating his own newspaper, so that the "spies" would point the finger at him, Bao Lücao, and remove the publisher, Gen Lai Shenzang.

That's truly... excellent!

This way, there's absolutely no chance of anything going wrong!

Genrai Jinzo began to wonder if his constant, undisguised approach to handling "abnormal events" had caught the attention of certain organizations.

In comparison, Bao Lücao was truly prepared for a rainy day!

He decided to return to the hot spring town to try his luck. If he met Baolucao, he would have a secret talk to finalize the progress of the subsequent "abnormal events" submission.

He wanted to tell Baolu Cao that not only was he willing to take the risk, but he, Genlai Shenzang, was not a coward!

Baolucao and the other two were indeed still staying in the hot spring town because they had received another invitation to take photos on a spring fashion theme. There were many attractions near the hot spring town, so Nanatsu could take more photos wearing different new spring items.

Just as Baolucao complained, these photos were incredibly boring. Apart from the fact that Nana was pretty enough to ignite the enthusiasm of the two lazy bums, they didn't care about anything else.

Ah, there's one more thing they had to do.

A lot of money.

If the boss pays enough, he guarantees Lü Cao can film anything!

This is what a middle-aged man is like, crushed by life!

"Glug," Bao Lücao gulped down a mouthful of soda.

In a daze, he seemed to see the swindler who had come to see him a few days earlier.

The swindler grinned and approached, mysteriously pulling out an envelope. The envelope opened, revealing a corner of a photo: "Mr. Bao Lucao, now that it's just me and your assistant around, can we finally have a proper talk?"

Baolu Cao put down her soda bottle. Yamato-ya was indeed relatively quiet. Located on the outer edge of the hot spring town, it offered views of the distant, vast mountains, hence the higher price.

What's this scammer up to, being so persistent?

“You’re quite the cautious one,” the conman pointed to himself and joined in the performance, “You really like Jun Himeya’s photos, don’t you? I’m the president of the newspaper he used to work for, Jinzo Negi. You recognized me right away!”

Upon hearing this, Bao Lücao moved closer to examine it more closely...

To be honest, he's been quite forgetful these past few days, probably because he's been drinking too much and his memory isn't very good. He's even switched to soda for drinks—as a result, he didn't recognize the person in front of him at all.

But the name of the war photographer he admired still held sway, and Baolu Cao nodded with some skepticism: "Ah, so what do you want from me?"

“These photos!” Genrai Jinzang took out the monster photos and lined them up in a row: “You agreed to submit them to my newspaper because they are too shocking and risky. I understand your behavior of pretending not to know me. Now we have a place to talk slowly.”

Baolu Cao picked up the photo, and the creatures depicted were completely beyond his comprehension. His first thought was that it might be photoshopped. However, as a photographer who had seen countless photos, he could of course tell whether what he was holding was a composite work.

Runping and Qixia also leaned in. "A giant?" Qixia picked up one of the photos. It was the back view of the Man of Light, with an unknown monster's head being pressed against his, and the tree canopy only reaching his calves.

"Can this kind of lighting and graininess be synthesized?" Qi Xia asked, but it would be too shocking to say that it wasn't synthesized.

Bao Lucao remained silent. As he picked up the photos, he seemed to hear the roar of the monster inside.

He probably hadn't seen this thing before, but this shooting style... if he saw such a giant creature, he would probably choose the same shooting angle. The choice of lens and angle is too perfect, it is definitely his style.

Baolu grass finally

He lifted his gaze from the photos: "You mean, these are my submissions?"

“Yes,” Genrai Shinzo said, “we agreed to hand over the memory cards.”

"Memory card?"

Bao Lücao and the other two looked at each other in bewilderment.

"how?"

Runping whispered, "Mr. Baolu Cao lost a memory card a few days ago... I spent the whole day looking for it but couldn't find it, and I even got scolded..."

Everything happened in a strangely coincidental way.

The group of people all thought at the same time that if the mysteriously missing memory card was the one that they had agreed to hand over to Negoro Jinzo, then things didn't seem so simple.

Run!

Baolucao glanced at the silver giant in the photo and suddenly felt a sharp, stabbing headache.

Genrai Shinzo was even more baffled by their reactions.

"Are these three actors really that good? They persisted even when no one was around... or did they really forget?"

Chapter Forty-Eight: You're Right

Karin finally got to meet Jun Sakuma, who had "drunk himself to death at an izakaya and lied that he was working overtime."

Don't think you can fool her by wearing your work clothes!

Karin noticed the mud stains on her clothes that hadn't been cleaned off!

She could almost picture Jun Sakuma passed out drunk in the street... Waaah, Mommy, Daddy's gone astray with that weird uncle, Karin can't control him anymore...

Uncle Himeya hasn't come back yet. Did Dad get him drunk and then lose him?

The next morning, Karin sneaked into her father's room while Sakuma Jun was getting up to prepare breakfast.

There must be some clue!

Huali tiptoed in, grabbed the blankets, and pulled them off!

A white shadow!

"Whoa!" Huali stuck her head in, looking around like a mouse scurrying into a hole. Finally, she turned the entire bed over, but saw nothing—was that white shadow an illusion?

She got up and squinted as she looked around.

The desk looks normal, but Dad recently brought his work laptop home, so it looks a bit cramped.

His wardrobe was normal, consisting mainly of black, white, and gray clothes—he couldn't escape these three colors. Jun Sakuma had absolutely no idea how to coordinate outfits.

Turning my head, I saw my dad holding a spatula, looking angry.

Don't step on my pillow!

"I took a shower last night." Karin jumped down and carefully tried to get around him by turning sideways.

“It’s the morning of the second day!” Jun Sakuma grabbed her messy braids and took off the loose hair tie: “You must loosen your hair before you go to sleep!”

"Oh!" said Huali, "There's an elf in Daddy's room!"

Jun Sakuma shoved the rubber band back into her hand: "Yes, yes, and there's a scary witch brewing potions in the closet and secretly feeding them to you, you little mouse, in the middle of the night... Go eat."

As Huali walked, she casually gathered her hair and tied it back: "I haven't brushed my teeth yet, Dad."

"Hurry up! We'll be late again!"

As Karin spit out toothpaste foam, Jun Sakuma walked into his room, patted the bedding, and suppressed a laugh, saying, "Miss Elf?"

He whispered, "Miss Elf!"

Something bumped the back of his head. He turned around and saw Samuel, who had just pulled his leg back.

Xiao Guangren crossed his arms: "Ordinary people can't see me."

So when Huali came in, he didn't pay any attention at all, and just stayed in the soft quilt and slept soundly.

When he felt Huali's gaze sweep over him, a sense of crisis surged into his heart. He quickly circulated his energy to conceal his figure, and Huali turned his nest upside down.

Junichi Sakuma said, "But she just spotted you."