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

Chapter 391 Xia Fan's View Room

Taito District, Ueno.

"In an old-fashioned business district like Ueno, the rent is too expensive. This apartment full of formaldehyde dares to charge 50,000 yen a month!"

Just as Xia Fan was brewing new songs in his new office, Fushan was standing in a small apartment with one bedroom and one bathroom and no furniture, looking at the bills and complaining in a low voice.

"Stop talking nonsense. The value of real estate depends on only three factors: location, location, and location..."

"I paid a lot of money to buy this apartment in this location."

In front of the only window in the room, Miyamoto was using the curtains to cover himself as he set up his cameras for secret photography.

"According to the records obtained from the school, the second room from the left on the third floor opposite is Xia Fan's room in the student dormitory..."

"Found it, it's that one!"

The lit monitor shows the student apartment building of Tokyo University of the Arts.

"As expected, this young man who just debuted and has not suffered from paparazzi abuse is so careless that he doesn't even draw the curtains. Who is he looking down on?"

The room that Miyamoto pointed to was empty, but he could clearly see the computer inside the room, the electronic keyboard by the window, and other things.

"Xia Fan lives in this room? Today's college students have pretty good conditions..."

"Speaking of which, why are you always able to rent a house in a suitable location so quickly to do candid photography?"

Fukuyama asked with a sigh after taking a look at the monitor, which showed the whole room in full view of the camera.

After he broke into Tokyo University of the Arts and obtained the dormitory allocation records, it took Miyamoto only half a day to rent the "Xia Fanyu View Room" with an excellent view for secret photos.

"Humph, every profession has its own specialties... The real estate agency business is not as simple as you think..."

"The channel I know can get you anything from a paparazzi house, a safe house, a black warehouse, a cemetery, a meat storage house, a warehouse blind box, and even buying an RPG according to rumors is not impossible..."

After adjusting the shooting angle, Miyamoto nodded with satisfaction.

"This Xia Fan, beneath the skin of an idol, is just an ordinary male college student. Some habits are deeply rooted in his bones and cannot be changed!"

"As long as he comes home at night and his will is a little weak, and he looks for the teacher to 'study' in front of the computer..."

"Tomorrow, his uncensored photos of 'rubbing two sticks together to make fire' will be published on the headlines of major websites...Ahahahahahaha!"

It seemed as if he imagined the scene of Xia Fan sitting on the computer chair, moving one hand up and down, with a serious look on his face, and Miyamoto couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"As expected of you, Bunshun's official paparazzi, hahahahahaha..."

"But if he comes back and draws the curtains first, how will you deal with it?"

After laughing a few times along with Miyamoto, Fukuyama suddenly asked.

"..."

The smile on Miyamoto's face disappeared instantly.

"It was because of this situation that I brought another piece of equipment..."

He bent down, and with a serious look on his face, he opened a flat black suitcase in the room...

"Hey, hey, hey..."

Inside the box, a black metal automatic rifle appeared in Fushan's sight...

In the surrounding grids, there are magazines, cans and other incomprehensible accessories.

"Are you kidding me? This is M, M16?"

He instantly called out the model of the rifle because it was often used in a certain shooting game.

"Are you planning to take advantage of Xia Fan's opportunity to close the curtains and shoot him to death?"

"Although I want to destroy Xia Fan, I want him to be disgraced and socially dead, not in the biological sense..." Looking at Miyamoto flipping through the instruction manual and starting to assemble the automatic rifle unskillfully, Fukuyama tried to dissuade him with sweat and a look of horror on his face.

"What nonsense are you talking about? This is just an Easter egg gun that looks like an M16. It can't even kill a chicken, let alone a human..."

Miyamoto looked like he didn't want to pay any attention to him and was conscientiously assembling the gun in his hand.

"Easter egg gun?"

"5R simulated paintball gun, length 820mm, weight 3.2kg, caliber 11.3mm, magazine capacity 20 pellets, power source carbon dioxide gas, burst frequency 3-8 times/second, effective shooting distance 50 meters..."

"You scared me. Why didn't you tell me earlier..."

Fukuyama took the instruction manual and examined it carefully, and only then did he breathe a sigh of relief after confirming that it was the "toy gun" used in real-life CS.

"But what are you going to do with the Easter egg gun? Are you going to dirty Xia Fan's glass?"

But he still didn't understand Miyamoto's intention.

"The Easter egg gun is just a tool. This is the latest high-tech product in the paparazzi industry..."

"It can be installed regardless of distance and environment, works 24 hours a day, and can never be discovered. It has a built-in eavesdropping device..."

Putting the "M16" against the window, Miyamoto carefully took out a round "rubber bullet" and loaded it into the magazine.

Through the translucent material, one can vaguely see a tiny electronic device wrapped inside the rubber bullet.

Lying on the windowsill, Miyamoto leaned over to the scope and took aim seriously...

"Wait a minute...someone came into the room. Is it Xia Fan who came back?"

"No, even without your telephoto lens, I can confirm that this is not Xia Fan."

In the scope, a man with heavy makeup and muscular body that looked like it was about to burst his dress walked into the apartment in a carefree manner.

"This guy seems to be the president of a small agency under the Burning Department..."

"I remember his name was Tachibana or something. I heard that he used to be the gang's top fighter, but later on, I don't know how he became like this..."

Observing the "cross-dressing guy" who easily lifted the electronic keyboard in the crosshairs, Miyamoto recognized the other party's identity.

As a paparazzi, he was lucky enough to be able to memorize the appearance and information of most of the "front-stage" figures in the entertainment industry...

The reason why I recognized Tachibana Ryoko, the president of a small agency, was because this cross-dressing guy has been famous for many years and his appearance is so recognizable.

"Tachibana took away Xia Fan's electronic keyboard... Could it be that Xia Fan had some unscheduled schedule in the afternoon, or was he going to learn piano somewhere, or was this piano originally borrowed from them by Xia Fan?"

"How about going with Tachibana to take a look?"

Watching Tachibana Ryoko leave the apartment with the electronic keyboard, all kinds of possibilities burst into Miyamoto's mind, and the subsequent action plan became uncertain.

"Never mind, let's install the bug first."

After a few seconds, he held his breath, aimed again, and solemnly pulled the trigger.

"Okay, it's a little bit down, but still within the radio range!"

Through the surveillance camera next to it, it can be seen that the rubber bullet has been accurately attached to the outer wall near the window of Xia Fan's room.

"Hehehehe... Now, even if Xia Fan closes the curtains to 'study', or says some unspeakable secrets on the phone, or the popular dirty words among college students, everything will be recorded clearly..."

"In front of Wenchun's official paparazzi, there are no secrets, hehehehe!"

He took out his headphones and tried the effect, and a twisted and morbid smile returned to Miyamoto's face.

"This guy chose to be a paparazzi. Could it be that he has some kind of voyeurism?"

Fushan, who was standing by, felt a chill down his spine.

(End of this chapter)