I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Miss Hanyu, I, I'm doing this for investigation! You know, I'm as upright as I am, and I never pay to watch this kind of stuff..."

"Bah, that's because you prostituted me for nothing... No, old lady, I only bought it a few times, and I definitely didn't subscribe to every issue! The salary is really not enough, and the lack of energy to go to work during the day is also because of you It always makes me stay up late and work overtime!"

Recalling the presence of a "President" in the house, the two panicked and explained.

"Ahem, according to the information in this computer, the forum login ID and browsing history, another identity of Tsukage Chikusa should be KIYOMI, a manga master who is active in the 2CH forum on weekdays, and the book sales champion of COMI this summer. teacher."

In order to alleviate the embarrassing atmosphere in the room, Hou Hailudou transferred the "evidence" to the USB flash drive without any trace, and entered the "investigation state" solemnly: "Next, let me see the deleted data in the 'cluster' of the hard disk. Data... If you haven't read and written too many times, at least the recently deleted manuscripts... No, the data should be recoverable..."

His chubby hands danced nimbly on the keyboard, and he "scraped the ground" on the bottom of the hard drive with a blushing face.

"Hmm, the deleted data are basically some discarded line drafts... Wow, there are so many 'study materials' that are 'burnable' after reading, are they for reference in storyboarding? ? Need to take it back and investigate carefully..."

"Whoa, what is this, a video? Could it be..."

Among the "deleted" data recovered from the bottom layer of the hard disk, there is a rare video file.

"Is this the Moon Shadow Lord? The real person is more handsome than the household registration photo?"

As the video played, a thin young man wearing glasses and with a melancholy temperament appeared in front of the three of them.

"Um, did you click here to start recording?"

From the vantage point, the video appears to have been recorded by a camera mounted above the screen.

The room in the background is obviously not the apartment in front of me.

"The position of the camera is a little higher, and it can't support my stalwart temperament..."

The "Moon Shadow King" in the video kept posing rather aggressively on the computer chair, like a king sitting on a throne.

"This slightly looking up angle, coupled with a restrained yet mysterious posture... Well, that's it for now."

After repeatedly adjusting the sitting posture and shooting angle several times, he seemed to get a satisfactory result, and the recording of the video ended here.

"Although the harvest has been quite fruitful, it seems that there are still no clues that can connect Lord Moon Shadow and 'Exorcism'."

Without a trace, he unplugged the USB flash drive full of "investigation materials" from the computer and put it in his trouser pocket as a treasure, and Atsukai Lutou turned to look at Mai Hanyu behind him: "Sister, let's start from another place, Let's look for clues..."

However, Wu Yu didn't pay attention to him, just stared at the computer screen thoughtfully.

"Hey, old lady? Could it be that you like this kind of 'partial' type?"

"Don't make noise..."

After the video was played, Tsukage Chikusa was frozen in an exaggerated sitting position.

"let me."

Pushing Hou Hai Lu Dou and his chair aside, Hanyu Mai grabbed the mouse, took a screenshot of the video, and pasted it on the drawing software...

"Old sister, I can't find a clue, and I don't need to vent my anger by infringing on other people's portrait rights like a primary school student. This is a mess..."

Looking at the screenshot, Tsukage Chikusa sitting on the chair and the background behind him were covered little by little by Hanyu Mai with messy black brush strokes, and Atsukai Luto, who slid back on the computer chair, was bewildered.

"finished."

After "blacking" the Tsukage Chikusa in the screenshot until only the silhouette remained, Mai Hanyu put down the mouse in satisfaction, and took two steps back to look at it.

"How, is it exactly the same?"

Then, she clicked on an almost pure black picture from her mobile phone, placed it under the computer screen, and looked at the two of them.

"Except that they are all black... I can't say they are exactly the same, I can only say that they are irrelevant..."

"What, what is exactly the same?"

In the picture on the mobile phone, in the dark background, a chair sitting with its back facing can be vaguely seen.

"What else could it be, of course... Inferno Bless Me..."

"Inferno Bless...IBM700?!"

As the video on Hanyu Mai's mobile phone played, a "Dior Voice Pack" that Hou Hailudou was very familiar with sounded in the house: "First of all, let me introduce myself, I am the moderator of the 2CH forum IBM700, you can also call me 'Hell revolution'."

"Wait, this picture is the cover of the IBM700 teaser video?!"

As if reacting to something, Hou Hailu Dou shot up like his butt was on fire.

Because of the real existence of some "urban legends" in the 2CH forum, the administrator of the urban legend section "IBM700" has always been the key investigation object of Lesson 9 and the association.

On the eve of the Obon Festival, IBM700, the unidentified and unhackable mysterious moderator of the "Urban Legend" section of the 2CH forum, posted a so-called "funny video" on the entire network.

When the "prophecy" in this video was fulfilled one by one on the day of the Obon Festival, IBM700 has been identified as "an unknown existence suspected of having weird manufacturing capabilities."

And the frame-by-frame analysis of this video also accompanied Hou Hailudou, the "chief (only) hacker of the Institute of Truth", through countless empty, lonely, and boring nights.

"And today, my "Hell Revolution" will let you know that all the above are true..."

As the video speeds up, the chair with its back to the camera slowly rotates around.

Sitting above that chair, a dark figure with blurred outline appeared in front of the eyes of the three of them.

"As a genius, it is impossible for me to remember any details wrong..."

Mai Hanyu quickly pressed the pause button: "Whether it's the shooting angle, the outline of the seat, or the shape of the person, it can be said that they are... exactly the same!"

"Old sister, what do you mean... this Tsukage Chikusa...is the IBM700?"

Looking back and forth between the "graffiti" on the computer screen and the black shadows in the mobile phone video, Hou Hailudou knelt down in front of the computer with horrified eyes, and began to operate tremblingly.

"No, based on a screenshot, it's too hasty to judge like this...Give me five minutes, and if the AI ​​​​neural network performs a visual comparison frame by frame, it should be able to further confirm..."

After a certain possibility appeared in his mind, the high-end gaming chair with comfortable material and comprehensive ergonomic design was like a scourge in his eyes, making people afraid to sit down.