Chapter 431: Lu Li's Death (1)

streamer city.

Kabukicho, a street.

The neon signboards of various clubs flickered in the night rain, and not far away, crowded passers-by were queuing to cross the intersection.

"Reminder, this area is about to be affected by pH5.0 acid rain. Citizens are requested to wear protective clothing and carry umbrellas with them."

Before the traffic lights came on, a runaway motorcycle emitting a faint blue light roared by.

Sitting on it were two unscrupulous youths, with tattoos all over their arms, wearing black leather clothes, and they were yelling.

If historians see this situation, they will definitely think of an ancient vocabulary:

Yakuza.

Of course, Hashimoto Hiroshi and Mori Masahiro don't know such advanced words.

They dropped out of school early and hang out in the game hall all year round. What they can eat every day depends on their luck——

The last sum of money left over from playing games is used to play a pinball machine called Pachinko.

In fact, it is to shoot small steel balls into the board. During the falling process, the steel balls will constantly collide with the nails in the board, thereby changing the trajectory. If it can finally fall into the designated area, the player will be rewarded.

The highest award is 1,000 credits, and the lowest award is 50 credits. Of course, the management staff of the game hall sometimes replace it with real objects, and those are more tempting than money.

For the two of them, the top prize is an unattainable but extremely attractive thing. No matter how poor life is, as long as they see pachinko, they will find a way to win it.

Perhaps, one day, the goddess of luck will lift up the corners of their skirts?

Then……

The goddess of luck really favored these two devout believers, and the runaway motorcycle under his crotch is today's spoils of war.

"How about going to those high-end clubs and seeing them?"

Hiroshi Hashimoto yelled in the ear of his companion.

Hearing this, Masahiro Mori immediately agreed.

Since the "Human Protection Law" came into effect, the government departments have been like fools, sending them money on time every month. Many projects that were not experienced in the past have almost all come in the past month.

Today, there is no strategy for Kabukicho.

"Do you know where the most popular place in Yiban Street is?" Masahiro Mori looked around while driving an exaggerated motorcycle.

Under the dark sky, the signboards shone brightly in red and purple.

Wherever the eye catches the eye, there are either dazzling neon signboards or advertising screens with constantly changing human faces: bunny girls, Lolita girls, mechanical girls...

He has a good figure, not to mention his appearance.

Then there are androgynous men with cool haircuts, furs and tights with silver spangles.

No matter how picky your eyes are, no matter how wonderful your aesthetics are, you can find a partner here.

Hashimoto has done a lot of homework in advance because he has been fascinated by Yibangjie for a long time. He raised his eyes and glanced around, pointed to the front left and said: "That house, I heard that many important people come to Liuguang City from thousands of miles away just to go in and see look."

ATOM Club, one of the most upscale entertainment venues in Streamer City.

In recent times, it has been more in the limelight. Many big bosses who like to be arty often come here from afar to enjoy the performances.

"Then let's get to know each other."

Masahiro Mori had a serious face, as if he had made a great decision.

In fact, he is not a stunned young man who doesn't know anything. Just going in such a high-end place, ordering something to sit for a while, will cost him his savings.

"Thank you brother."

Soon, the runaway motorcycle stopped, and the two stepped into the black-gold glass door with anxiety and excitement.

Almost at the same time, a sweet-looking girl bowed slightly: "Welcome to our store, do you two have an appointment?"

"No."

Mori Masahiro's heart sank, and he found that this place was completely incompatible with the imagined scene.

There are no bunny girls, no sailor girls, and no skirts so short that they show the hem of the stockings.

The girl who received them dressed conservatively and wrapped herself up tightly, showing only her slim figure.

Not only that, the style and makeup are also very novel, never seen before, but very beautiful.

"Don't have an appointment? Well...it's okay, please follow me."

"Eh……"

Hashimoto and Mori Chang were overwhelmed, as if they had never seen the world before, they were taken aback.

"Is it really possible?"

"Do I need a membership card?"

The girl shook her head, and while walking ahead to lead the way, she said, "Don't be so troublesome. For customers who come to our store for the first time, you can enjoy a 30% discount."

"But obey the rules."

The rain and the falling lights made Ms. Yami's smile psychedelic and alluring.

A few minutes later, the two unscrupulous youths, who put on round-neck robes to cover their tattooed hands, found a place to sit down.

Surrounded by ancient murals, there are plump maids, warriors with shiny armor, and Confucian scholars with high spirits... It is confusing.

On the table in front of him were celadon vases and various antique decorations.

[Don't forget, Zhaoyang sits in the spring breeze, and Mawei is in the mud; beauty is bitter, life is bitter, and the king sends a mournful cry; Don't forget, the ears are lingering, the heart is fragrant and I wish you longevity; Qixi speech, the emperor's personal love, the distant guest plays Tiancong ...]

On the stage, a classically dressed woman is performing silently.

The translation screen introduces Concubine Yang's life and past, and the voice-over is sad and desolate, as if a lonely soul is crying in a well.

Big people like this stuff?

Mori Chang and Hashimoto looked at each other, they felt that this was far less interesting than the arcade machines in the game hall.

It's just that the appearance of the big man completely sinking into it made the two of them dare not speak out.

At this moment, the auditorium was as silent as death, and several beautiful-looking female guests with excellent temperament shed tears silently. They wiped the tears from the corners of their eyes with handkerchiefs while watching the performance.

"Lovebirds, I have wings like yours, green and red depend on each other to drink and peck together, and live together for a thousand years. Lian Lizhi, you branch and I branch, and the roots of love pity the mountains and seas, and the heart will last forever."

The libretto came out from behind the screen, which was a little more gentle than the previous mournful one.

At the same time, the stage was filled with smoke, and an old man in a red Taoist robe appeared.

The background information of the play was displayed on the translation screen, and Hiroshi Hashimoto gradually understood the whole story, and watched the performance silently with a sinking heart.

As time went by, he didn't notice that his companion, Senchang, had already started crying.

"Weary and tired, the hairpin is a proof, the emperor gave it to me in the past, don't send amorous feelings, talk to him for a moment's favor and meet Long, return the hairpin's thoughts to Linqiong..."

The pathos and tenderness have all disappeared, and the singing is full of determination: "The breath of the earth is alive, whoever is the passing water, the eastward flow has no end, and I will stay in Penglai Palace, far from impermanence, and the song is clear and peaceful."

The show came to an abrupt end.

After a long silence, the guests in ancient costumes got up one after another. Some people praised and praised it beyond words. Some people had not yet walked out of the story, and they applauded and sobbed at the same time.

Among them, Ms. Kamio is the most typical. She hugged her little sister and said, "The more I see it, the more I want to cry..."

Concubine Yang's elegant appearance, the dubber's affectionate singing voice, and the depth and romance of ancient history make the audience seem to travel through time and space, witnessing an epic love.