I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema!

If you don't return the favor, the other person will become jealous.

"Speechless." Nohara Hiroshi thought about the strict hierarchical order in the Japanese workplace, as well as the abnormal level of personal dependence and factionalism. Even if he traveled through time and space and was in his twenties, he still couldn't adapt.

But now that I'm here, what else can I do?

……

After chatting for a few more words about the next work issues, Hiroshi Nohara returned to the classroom with Suzuki Seito's approval and encouragement.

The light and sounds from outside rushed in instantly, and that little world full of life enveloped him again.

He walked back to his workstation. Nancun Xing and Chang Gu Lu Zuo were looking at him anxiously, and even Beichuan Yao cast a concerned look at him.

"It's okay." Nohara Hiroshi gave them a reassuring smile: "Keep working, and try to get the first story out today!"

His words seemed to have magical power, dispelling the anxiety in everyone's hearts.

The depressed atmosphere caused by the section chief's lateness and bad mood was swept away, replaced by a kind of excitement as if injected with a shot of adrenaline.

Time passes quietly with the sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper.

Nohara Hiroshi didn't say another word. He just stood behind Minamimura Hoshi and Hase Mizuzou, like a calm ghost. His eyes swept over every drawing, and his fingers would occasionally lightly tap on a certain storyboard to offer the most refined suggestions for revisions.

"The shadows here need to be deeper, dark enough to swallow up the light."

"The look in this man's eyes shouldn't be one of fear, but rather confusion. Yes, the kind of confusion that comes from feeling uneasy and that something is wrong."

“The symbol in the background is painted a little older, as if it would decay if it were even slightly peeled off, but it is closed, holding a secret.”

"What we want is a sense of atmosphere, not the traditional death and horror, but a suspicious atmosphere that appears in the familiar modern city, slowly turning into fear, and finally turning into complete horror, a horror that is extremely terrifying when you think about it carefully!"

His guidance is precise and deadly, always able to point out the core of the picture.

Nancun and Hase's initial amazement had turned into a conviction that was almost worshipful.

They felt like they were not making an animation, but rather performing some kind of mysterious ritual under the guidance of a master, summoning out a ghost lurking deep within the paper, bit by bit.

Hashijitaro also joined in, silently doing the auxiliary work of coloring. Although there was still a lingering haze on his face, his hands were moving meticulously.

He poured all his frustration and unwillingness into those thick, dark colors.

It's three o'clock in the afternoon.

When the last frame was scanned into the computer for final synthesis, everyone in the Suzuki classroom held their breath.

"Let's start!" Suzuki Seito stepped forward and gave the order.

"Hi!"

Nancun Xing pressed the play button with trembling hands.

The lights in the office were turned off, leaving only the computer screen emitting a cold light.

A strange sound as if from ancient times was heard faintly. The dim sunset dyed the residential area into a strange orange color. Countless children with expressionless faces or weird smiles were playing.

A Kamashige man wearing a yellow mask appeared on the screen, speaking the opening remarks in a flat tone accompanied by the sound of a small drum.

"Do not miss passing through……"

"It's time for Anzhiju..."

Then, in black letters on a white background, like a funeral, the title of the film appeared: "Anzhiju: The Talisman Girl"

The screen switched.

Rough lines, large blocks of color, and paper-like figures.

A man found a new house. Under the setting sun, the sound of the truck leaving made a "beep" sound, reflecting the man's lifeless eyes due to fatigue from moving, and his face that was numb and confused because of the future.

Accompanied by the voiceover by Haseji, the story begins with a narration.

The sound, played through cheap speakers, seemed to be rubbing directly on everyone's eardrums.

The slide-like switching of images not only fails to reduce the sense of horror, but amplifies the unknown and unresolved fear countless times because of the pauses and static weird composition.

At the end of the story, the protagonist man tore up more talismans at home, and just above his head, a group of sinister and vicious shadows slowly emerged.

The story ends abruptly!

The screen went black.

There was dead silence in the office.

Beichuan Yao instinctively folded her arms, her face turning pale. Nancun Xing and Chang Gu Lu Zou were breathing heavily, their foreheads covered in cold sweat.

"Success..." Suzuki Seito muttered to himself, and for the first time, the light rekindled in his eyes.

Nohara Hiroshi turned on the light.

He looked at everyone's reactions, his heart calm.

All this was within his expectations.

This kind of psychological fear rooted in urban legends and daily life is a new and irresistible excitement for people of this era!

Chapter 10 Audit Department

Urban horror stories are indeed an extremely important branch of the neon horror genre.

It is different from the horror that is mixed with the names of ancient ghosts and gods.

This urban legend...

It is like something that happens around you, in the atmosphere of normal work, normal study, or even normal life, with the intervention of a little unusual thing, which leads to the terrifying horror that is extremely scary when you think about it carefully!

If you have just watched it, you may not feel anything, but the more you watch it, the scarier it becomes, and the more you think about it, the more scared you become.

I might even combine it with some similar things I've encountered.

Give your head a sense of horror that you might have experienced!

therefore.

It was in this classroom that Suzuki Seito slowly let out a breath and directly said the three words "success".

And right beside him, whether it was Hashijitaro, Minamimura Xing, Hase Rokuzo, or Kitagawa Yao, they all showed fear and relief at this time, and slowly broke free from the terrifying atmosphere and showed joyful expressions.

This was indeed a success!

Even they were startled and felt an extremely novel sense of terror, so how could the audience remain indifferent?

"Very good!" Suzuki Seito stood up immediately.

He picked up the newly burned videotape, as if examining a rare treasure. "Come on, Nohara-kun, Hashimoto-kun, let's go to the review department now! I want to show those guys what our Suzuki lab has come up with!"

He can't wait to show the results of his class!

……

The corridor of the Tokyo TV headquarters building is long and quiet. White light shines evenly from the ceiling, making people's shadows thin and long.

The air was filled with a unique cold smell of central air conditioning, mixed with dust and heat dissipation from electronic equipment.

Suzuki Seito walked in front, his back straight, and his fifty-year-old body seemed to be surging with the blood of a twenty-year-old.

Nohara Hiroshi and Hashiji Ichiro followed behind him, one calm and the other nervous.

They are like a lone army.

Going to break through a heavily guarded pass.

The Audit Department is located on the same floor as the Production Department, but the atmosphere is completely different.

It is much quieter here, and everyone coming and going has a serious expression on their faces.

This is the first judging panel for all programs, deciding whether an idea can be put on the screen or be sealed in the filing cabinet forever.

However, when they arrived at the entrance of the review department, they saw a group of people standing there making a lot of noise, which was out of place with the quietness of the place.

The man in the lead was slightly fat, with a slicked-back hair, wearing an expensive suit and an arrogant smile on his face.

It was Masao Iwata.

Masao Iwata obviously saw them as well, and the smile on his face became even wider, with a kind of cat-and-mouse playfulness.

"Section Chief Suzuki, why are you here in the Audit Department? You're a rare visitor." He raised his chin, his voice neither too loud nor too soft, but loud enough for everyone in the corridor to hear clearly: "Why, you're here to audit a project too? I heard your department didn't have any impressive projects this quarter?"

Suzuki Seito's face darkened instantly.

He looked at Iwata Masao coldly and said in a deep voice, "Iwata-kun, whether our class has a plan or not is not your concern."

"Oh, don't say that." Iwata Masao waved his hand exaggeratedly, and the few followers behind him laughed in agreement. "We're all colleagues, so it's only natural to show some concern. I'm also here to submit a project for review, right?"

He proudly raised a beautifully bound business plan in his hand, with the words "Ghost House Samurai" written in large gold letters on the cover.

Next to it was the videotape he had already made.

"We invited the most famous horror novelist in the industry to write the script, and we also went to an ancient temple in Kyoto to shoot the scene. We also commissioned a well-known animation production team to create an unprecedented period drama horror classic." Masao Iwata's eyes swept over Seito Suzuki, and finally fell on Hiroshi Nohara behind him.

His eyes were full of scrutiny and contempt.

"Oh? Is this... a newcomer?" He asked in feigned surprise, then suddenly seemed to remember something and said, "I remember now, aren't you the manga artist called... Nohara-kun, right?"

Nohara Hiroshi didn't say anything, just looked back at him calmly.

"Haha." Iwata Masao laughed, his laughter filled with undisguised malice. "As a cartoonist, why don't you stay home and paint instead of running off to a TV station? Do you think there's no future in cartooning and want to be a loser here at Tokyo TV and make a living?"

This sentence is extremely harsh.

It is not only an insult to Hiroshi Nohara personally, but also a denial of his identity and value as a creator.

Hashiji Ichirō's fists clenched instantly, his face turned red, and he trembled with anger.

"Iwata!" Suzuki Seito shouted angrily, taking a step forward like an enraged lion: "Watch your words!"

Insulting his subordinates in front of him.

This is tantamount to insulting him!

If he doesn't protect his subordinates, then what dignity does he have? There is a lot of workplace bullying and oppression in Japanese society.

This kind of bullying and oppression is commonplace among classmates and colleagues in the same group.

However, if the younger generation is bullied outside, and the older generation who bullied and oppressed them doesn't stand up for them, then it means their prestige is completely destroyed! It means they are incompetent! It means they are garbage!

In Japan, it is an extremely serious sign of social death!