I am a god in Tokyo

suddenly,

The phone in his pocket vibrated slightly, which was very clear in this atmosphere where the smell of needles could be heard.

Fortunately, no one cared about the sound.

Misumi Mikoto took out her phone in embarrassment, but it was a message notification from LINE. After clicking on it, her eyes widened slightly, and she looked and looked in the direction of the hospital.

Then he gripped the phone tightly and turned away.

Uehara Satoru rode the wind, pushed his speed to the limit, and arrived at the destination in a blink of an eye.

Shibuya Avenue, Psionic Office.

He landed on the roof of the office, made an earth escape, and appeared in the office.

"I remember, it was thrown into the cabinet?"

The office is bleak though.

But Shenmu has the ability of night vision, and he didn't even need to turn on the lights, so he found the glass cabinet where the spiritual materials were stored, which contained the spiritual materials collected by Uehara Satoru.

Open the cabinet door and search a little.

Uehara Satoru's eyes lit up.

"found it!"

He reached out and took out a statue.

This statue is gray and white. It is a dark-haired woman with a ghost child on her back and a vicious expression. She is very evil, like a living thing, with a faint blush floating on the surface. (89 chapters)

This is the spiritual material that Uehara Satoru got when he solved Saiki's haunted house more than half a month ago.

He did not erase the evil nature of the statue, but suppressed it with divine power. He originally planned to find an opportunity to refine it into a magic weapon, but was delayed by various things, and almost forgot that such a statue existed.

Uehara Wu caressed the statue, but he was lucky.

Glad to have forgotten its existence, and glad not to erase its evil nature.

He pulled out a piece of red cloth, imprinted it with divine power, and covered the statue to cover up its evil nature.

After finishing all these, he found Jing Muyan's special clothes that had already been ordered in the office. After changing the clothes, he took the statue and flew away.

*

dreamland,

TV Asahi.

The studio on the eighth floor was full of seats.

On the stage, the girl was holding the violin, her eyes were lightly closed, and she was concentrating on playing.

The melodious and brisk music is mellow and moving.

From the cameraman to the host, to the specially invited audience, everyone was immersed in the music, and it was not until the end of the song that there was thunderous applause.

"Thank you, Miss Xun, for bringing us wonderful music."

The host walked onto the stage with a big smile on his face.

The girl with shiny blond hair bowed to the audience, handed the violin to the staff, and chatted with the host.

"Miss Xun, you are only 17 years old this year, and you have already won the championship of the Tokyo International Violin Competition. It can be said that you have achieved success. What do you think about this?"

"Where can it be said that success and fame are achieved!"

Miyazono Kaoru waved her hands again and again.

"I'm still far behind. This competition is just a fluke. I still need to learn more!"

"Is our genius girl still a very humble person?"

The host first made a joke, then changed the topic.

"I heard that Miss Xun took the road of violin because of the influence of her parents. Is this true?"

Miyazono Kaoru put her hands in front of her legs, trying to maintain a dignified appearance, with a happy and bright smile on her lips.

"My mother was a violinist when she was studying. It was she who made me fall in love with the violin and music."

"It turned out to be a family inheritance. Mother's musical talent was passed on to her daughter. Ms. Xun, maybe your mother is watching you in front of the TV. Do you have anything to say to her?"

"She won't be in front of the TV now!"

The girl wrinkled her nose and smiled.

"At this time, she and Dad are probably researching new products, and I don't even come to the show. This couple is really tired, and they have been married for many years!"

Seeing her helpless expression, the audience burst into laughter.

The host smiled and said: "Miss Xun's father is also the owner of a cake shop. If you like cakes, you can go to Gong Yuan Kaoru's cake shop to buy them..."

The TV station building, accompanied by a sudden brake.

The motorcycle was parked at the door.

"Hello, do you have a pass?"

Security stopped the driver.

"I don't have a pass." The driver took off his helmet, held it in his arms, and smiled at the security guard, "I'm here to be a terrorist."

The security guard was slightly taken aback, then carefully looked at the driver's appearance, and suddenly opened his eyes wide.

He took two steps back, his teeth chattering.

Apparently, he recognized a dangerous person who was wanted by the whole city.

But seeing that Uehara Satoru was alone and without a weapon, the security guard quickly recovered from the panic, and suddenly pulled out the baton from his waist, blocking him with his burly body.

"Call the police!"

He roared, and the baton in his hand slammed down.

Boom!

The security guard leaned back and slammed into the TV station. After rolling a few times, he passed out completely.

People passing by in the hall stopped for a moment and looked at the unconscious security guard on the ground.

Then,

Screaming suddenly broke out, chaos spread, and everyone fled in panic.

Uehara Satoru held the baton and walked to the front desk. The pretty lady who was used to receive the reception was too frightened to walk.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me!"

When Uehara Satoru approached,

With a scream, she knelt down with her head in her arms, crying.

Uehara Satoru was very helpless, but he had no intention of comforting him. He came to be a terrorist, not a central air conditioner.

"As long as you tell me where is the studio that can broadcast the whole city's TV station, I will let you go."

*

In the studio, the conversation between the host and Kaoru Miyazono has ended.

"Thank you for your answer, I hope we can cooperate again next time."

After the broadcast ends,

The host and Kaoru Miyazono, who were originally carrying them, also relaxed instantly, and the specially invited audience in the audience station, who received money from the director's team, also planned to leave.

Suddenly, the director got a weird expression when he received the message.

"Terrorist, is this a new project?"

During the final arrangement, Miyazono Kaoru was holding the violin case and was about to leave under the guidance of the staff.

Bang.

The door burst open.

The specially invited audience who were about to evacuate, the host who was arranging his clothes, and Kaoru Miyazono, who was carrying a violin, all stopped and looked towards the gate.

Uehara Satoru rushed in, dragging an unconscious man in his hand.

That was the staff guarding the entrance of the studio.

He lifted the man's collar, swung his arm, and threw the unconscious man into the center of the crowd. He raised the blood-stained baton in his hand, and closed the door with his back hand, showing a gentle smile to the shocked crowd.

"No one here is allowed to leave, the show continues!"

"what!"

Among the specially invited audience, someone just raised his voice.

Uehara Satoru grabbed the baton and slammed it down on the seat in front of him. With a loud noise, the top of the seat sank deeply.

The girl who was about to scream suddenly covered her mouth, her eyes filled with fear.

"Very well, where is the director?"

Uehara Satoru asked.

In the silence, a sweaty fat man came out, wiped the sweat from his forehead, nodded and bowed.

"Continue to broadcast. This time I want every TV station and radio station in Tokyo to be able to receive the program. Can it be done?"

The director was even more terrified.

Japan's five major TV stations jointly dominate the TV programs in Japan. How can it be possible for all TV stations to broadcast the same program? Many TV stations are in a competitive relationship.

Uehara Satoru stood with his chest folded, the old god was there, maintaining the character of the terrorist.

"I don't care what you want to do, but everyone in this studio is my hostage... If you can't do it, you can think about the consequences yourself."

"It can be done, it can be done!"

The director immediately knelt down, quickly picked up the walkie-talkie, and reported the request.

This kind of thing, let the director have a headache, I'm just a poor, helpless and fat director.

The job of being a director is really scary, let's change careers!

Uehara Satoru's request was quickly answered, and the terrified specially invited audience sat back in the auditorium again.

The photographer turned the camera tremblingly, and the host picked up the microphone in fear.

Uehara Goshi ran onto the stage.

"Hello, host."

The host was about to cry.

"Hello, hello."

Before Uehara Satoru opened his mouth, he felt a strange gaze. He turned his head to look, and there was a blond girl standing under the stage, looking at him with fear and curiosity. This girl looked very familiar.

"Miyazono Kaoru."

He called out the girl's name.

Miyazono Kaoru did not expect that his fame would be so great that even terrorists would know about it. For a while, he didn't know whether to be happy or afraid, and if he asked me for an autograph, whether to give it or not.

The girl was dreaming, but Uehara Satoru was surprised.

It's not that he hadn't considered looking for Akira Miyano and Kaoru Miyazono directly, but time was limited and the dream was so big, it was unrealistic to find these two, so he abandoned the idea.

did not expect,

Inadvertently insert willows and willows.

The presence or absence of Miyazono Kaoru has no effect on Uehara Satoru's actions, but if she is in his hands, Miyano Akira will come to the door by himself, which saves trouble.

"You come up too."

"I?"

Miyazono Kaoru pointed at herself, and then looked around. Whether it was her fans or the staff, they all lowered their heads, not daring to look directly.

She mustered up her courage, returned to the stage again, moved her buttocks, and sat down as far away from the terrorists as possible.

"Mr. Kidnapper..."