I, Hiroshi Nohara, the star of Japanese cinema

Chapter 22 Exciting!
“I… fuck…”

After an unknown amount of time, the college student, who had been acting cool the whole time, suddenly cursed. His glasses were askew, his face was pale, and he kept gasping for breath. "This... is this a story a human could come up with?!"

No one answered him.

Because everyone was so scared that they were speechless.

Worshipping misery is really a niche thing in Japanese folklore, but it is a way of transferring bad luck that everyone knows.

But no one noticed and no one cared at all.

Now it is shown nakedly in the cartoon.

Still so direct.

So simple.

Such an effective way to show it!

They thought about how they had even been abused by others in the past just for joking, and had even abused others out of jealousy and hatred!
Now, not only were their faces pale, but even their hearts were beating violently.

So scared!

……

Meanwhile, at the dispatch center of a large taxi company in Shinagawa Ward, Tokyo.

The place is brightly lit, and dozens of drivers who have just finished their shifts or are waiting for orders are gathered in groups of three or four to smoke, chat and pass the time.

There is also a TV hanging in the lobby of the dispatch center.

"Hey, Kitagishi-san, I heard that the new animation on Tokyo TV yesterday was pretty scary?" A young driver in his early twenties named Kenji said to a gray-haired old driver next to him with a cigarette in his mouth and a look of disdain on his face.

The veteran driver known as the North Shore was sipping hot tea and barely blinked at the words, "How scary can a kid's toy be? I'd better think about where my next long-distance order is going."

"Hey, I want to see how powerful it is." Kenji was fearless. He picked up the remote control and turned the channel to Tokyo TV.

Coincidentally, the story of "The Miserable Life" reaches the scene where the young man comes to the hospital.

"Tsk, this routine again." Kenji curled his lips.

Horror movies set in hospitals, this kind of horror story has been filmed to death.

But as the plot continues.

Weird things are happening.

Especially at the end, when the taxi driver let out that shrill, hysterical scream, trying to kick the protagonist out of the car, and when the big truck turned on its glaring lights and got closer and closer...

"Bang!"

The thermos cup in Yamada-senpai's hand fell to the ground, and the scalding hot tea spilled all over the floor.

In the entire dispatch center, the laughter of all the drivers suddenly stopped!

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the screen!

The crashed taxi and the desperate scene were like a steel needle, piercing the hearts of these men who regard their cars as their home!

"Shit..." Kenji's cigarette fell to the ground. He felt his calves trembling. "Is this... is this true or not..."

"You...you can't leave this village alive..." A middle-aged driver unconsciously repeated the lines from the play, his voice trembling.

Fear, like a plague, spread throughout the dispatch center in an instant.

A driver, returning from a long-distance trip in the mountains of Chiba Prefecture, suddenly paled. He recalled that he had just passed a deserted village and had seen a few strange figures on the roadside.

"No! No more running tonight! Put the car away!"

"I'm not running away either! Damn, who knows if the next one I pull out will be a human or a ghost!"

"I won't accept any orders to the mountains and countryside even if they pay three times the price!"

The panic quickly fermented.

What was originally just a cartoon had now become a curse hanging over their heads. They were on the road every day, interacting with strangers every day, and this kind of horror close to reality was too devastating!
Senior Yamada slowly squatted down, picked up his thermos, and for the first time, a look of fear appeared on his weathered face. He'd driven the night shift his whole life; what strange people and things hadn't he seen?
But he never thought that one day he would be so scared by a three-minute cartoon that he would not dare to hold the steering wheel anymore.

This thing called "Anzhiju"... is poisonous!
……

In Suzuki's classroom.

When the words "The End" appeared, Suzuki Seito realized that he had stood up without realizing it, and his back was soaked with cold sweat.

He looked around and saw that everyone in the office had an expression as if they had survived a disaster.

"Success...success..." Hase Luzou muttered to himself.

"So awesome... Nohara-kun, you are simply a devil..." Kitagawa Yao looked at Nohara Hiroshi, her eyes full of awe and admiration.

Suzuki Seito let out a long breath, walked up to Nohara Hiroshi, patted him on the shoulder, and said a thousand words, but in the end, they were reduced to three words:
"Thanks for your hard work."

Nohara Hiroshi still just smiled calmly.

The first episode of Anzhiju is a gradual and terrifying experience with real ghosts.

Then the second episode is about the terror created in people's hearts.

Not so much ghosts.

It’s better to say that it’s… the sinister human heart!

"It all depends on tomorrow's ratings." Suzuki Seito slowly breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head and looked at everyone and said, "Everyone go to rest. Tomorrow morning, remember to come to the office on time so that we can see the results together."

"Hi!" everyone replied.

……

When Masao Iwata finished his social event in Akasaka and returned to his apartment in Minato Ward reeking of alcohol and women's perfume, the clock hands had quietly slipped past midnight.

He ripped off his tie and threw himself heavily into the soft sofa, with the flattery and compliments from the wine table still echoing in his mind.

A smile appeared on his lips.

He really enjoys the feeling of being flattered and praised by others.

"Private Marseille! This is the finest product produced by Toshiba Industries! Everyone can take a look!"

"Wow! So strong!"

"Yoshi! This is the future of our great neon industry!"

He casually turned on the TV, and a boring late-night shopping advertisement was playing on the screen.

Iwata Masao picked up the remote control, inexplicably wanting to see what episode of Suzuki Seito's joke was. But when he saw the time displayed 00:35, he smiled self-deprecatingly and turned off the TV.

Why bother?
How could a piece of garbage with only 1.75% viewership rating on its first broadcast make such a splash the next day?

If you can keep 1.5%, you should go to the shrine to fulfill your wish.

Watching that kind of thing is just a waste of your precious time savoring the taste of victory.

He would rather savor the exquisite original paintings of "Kimi no Sasuke" presented by his animators. That is art, the perfect product of the combination of money and talent.

……

Similarly, in another quieter study, Deputy Director Takada Shunei had long forgotten the name "Anzhiju".

In his opinion, this chess piece was useless. Not only did it fail to bring any help to that guy Ming Ri Hai, but it also became a laughing stock.

What he needs to consider now is how to completely marginalize the people of the Asuka faction in the S-level plan in the second half of the year.

On this night, no one in the entire Tokyo TV station, and even in the entire Tokyo, seemed to care about the strange animation that was quietly playing in a corner late at night.

Except for Takeshita Ai.

(End of this chapter)