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Chapter 445 - 298: Don’t Make Him Angry! (8000-word goal achieved!)_2
Chapter 445: Chapter 298: Don’t Make Him Angry! (8000-word goal achieved!)_2
"Miss Other Shore Flower once mentioned that she also did this line of work to gather some writing inspiration for her sister," said Yamakou Hideyasu, his tone somewhat uncertain. "The other party didn’t tell us their real name, nor did they leave any contact information; we only know she has a sister who writes horror novels... right?"
However, this was still a clue.
"By the way, does Mr. Beichuan want to join our offline meeting this time? The other two people who received the email, Takashi and I have already found them. Do you want to make early contact with them to set a meeting time?"
Set a meeting time with the people who received the email?
Beichuan Si’s expression changed slightly.
That was actually a good choice.
If they could agree in advance, they could avoid any unanticipated incidents and keep their steps aligned.
As the saying goes, fear not the god-like opponent but the pig-like teammate.
If his own two teammates were unreliable, Beichuan Si would consider abandoning them accordingly.
After all, in that kind of situation, just being considerate to others was already the epitome of benevolence and righteousness, let alone cooperating with some who didn’t coordinate with him. That was simply a fantastical notion, impossible to achieve.
Beichuan Si made a mental note of this and glanced at the calendar.
Today was April 27; there were four days until May 1.
"It’s possible, but what time specifically?" asked Beichuan Si, his tone steady.
"If Mr. Beichuan doesn’t mind, then let’s do tomorrow. The other two people both live in the city, so it’s not troublesome to arrange a meeting," continued Takashi Tanaka. "We should set up this kind of thing as early as possible, right?"
Beichuan Si had no objection to this. "Fine, just email me the specific location later."
It was beneficial for him to get this sorted out sooner so he could plan the personnel arrangements in advance.
And so, after agreeing with Takashi Tanaka and Yamakou Hideyasu, he hung up the phone and looked at the white ceiling.
Beichuan Si murmured in a deep tone:
"Jishi Park."
...
The meeting time was set for two o’clock in the afternoon, when everyone was available.
The location was Cure Coffee Shop near the Kyubei Campus.
It seemed that Takashi Tanaka and Yamakou Hideyasu had considered Beichuan Si’s preference in choosing the location.
Not that it mattered to Beichuan Si where they went.
After all, he was just going to meet those netizens; if they got along, he might help, but if not, he could just breathe a sigh of relief and let it go if possible.
That was roughly the strategy. Considering that at that time Takashi Tanaka and Yamakou Hideyasu would probably be eager to stick with him, Beichuan Si didn’t care much.
With such a casual mindset, Beichuan Si arrived at Cure Coffee Shop around 1:40 p.m., the first one there, and ordered a lemon juice.
At the same time, Beichuan Si took out his phone and looked at the LINE chat group.
This was a chat group set up in advance by Takashi Tanaka and Yamakou Hideyasu, with a total of five members.
Beichuan Si’s avatar was just a simple default image, without any personal signature or message.
In contrast to Beichuan Si’s simple avatar, the others, including Yamakou Hideyasu, Takashi Tanaka, and another paranormal talk show host using a plaid shirt as an avatar, were different.
Opening their profiles revealed that they were mostly advertising some outdoor products.
In the end, people need to eat to live; not everyone could survive on exorcism like Beichuan Si.
Besides these three, there was also a girl with a violin as an avatar.
Her information was simple as well; one could only tell that she was a girl, with no personal signature, no recent activity, and, upon closer inspection, a new account.
This person appeared like someone who hardly used LINE, a rarity in today’s Japan.
After all, it was the twenty-first century, the era of information flow.
Whether a reclusive person or someone who often goes out karaoke singing, being particularly extroverted, almost everyone would use LINE or some SNS community.
Not to mention others; the feature of sharing statuses on one’s personal homepage was used by many.
Where one had eaten what kind of delicious dish, what one had done and where — sharing such information was very normal.
Even Beichuan Si’s LINE had been established for a long time, with friends like Shen Gu Mirai and Magong Tong.
As for the original owner’s LINE...
With almost no friends on it, Beichuan Si decisively abandoned it.
After Beichuan Si sat down, about ten minutes passed when a young man wearing large sunglasses and a short-sleeved plaid shirt walked in.
The man was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old with a solid build; the muscle contours were vaguely visible under the short-sleeved shirt, which already gave a sense of security.
Upon entering, he pinched his phone as if he had sent something.
Meanwhile, a message from a plaid shirt avatar popped up in the LINE group chat:
’I’m already here, where are you guys?’
Beichuan Si caught sight of the message and emotionlessly raised his hand to wave the man in the plaid shirt over.
The man in plaid obviously hesitated for a moment.
But he walked over and tentatively reached out to shake hands with Beichuan Si, asking, "You are...?"
"Beichuan Si," Beichuan Si simply introduced himself.
Introducing his real name right off the bat?
Shouldn’t he start with his screen name at this time?
The man in plaid was taken aback, but he quickly adjusted his mindset and said to Beichuan Si:
"Ah... nice to meet you, I’m the outdoor spiritual broadcaster known as ’Powerless Plaid,’ ah... my real name is Todabu."
"Hmm," Beichuan Si nodded, shook hands, then sat down and spoke no further.
Uh...?
Todabu couldn’t help but scratch his head.
Was that it?
Shouldn’t there be more small talk?
Those who worked in the business of paranormal tales were usually very talkative and outgoing, otherwise, it wouldn’t be easy to set the right atmosphere.
So this was the first time he had encountered someone like Beichuan Si.
Even the quiet girl had briefly mentioned she wrote horror stories, but Beichuan Si just hadn’t said anything. If Todabu hadn’t come today, he would have almost believed that Beichuan Si had been killed by a vengeful spirit.
Of course, Beichuan Si didn’t want to talk, and Todabu naturally wouldn’t bother him either—it was basic etiquette.
He also ordered a lemonade, sat opposite Beichuan Si, and silently fiddled with his phone.
The atmosphere became awkward.
Todabu felt like time was dragging on endlessly.
Here he was, a broadcaster with tens of thousands of followers, yet why couldn’t he make a splash in front of Beichuan Si?
He had to hold it in, he couldn’t just disturb the other person, right?
With this mindset, Todabu scrolled through social media, waiting for Tanaka Takashi and Yamakou Hideyasu to arrive.
In the group chat, Tanaka Takashi sent a message:
’Are you there yet? We’ll be there soon, just wait a bit longer.’
Yamakou Hideyasu immediately followed with another message:
’We ran into Mr. Gongben on the road, and we’re on our way to you now, just wait a little longer.’
Below them, a violin avatar popped up and silently posted a line of ellipses.
Looking at these three messages, Todabu just heaved a heavy sigh.
If everyone was coming anyway, they should hurry up.
The current atmosphere was just too awkward.
He adeptly typed:
’The three of you, please hurry up. I’m currently making enjoyable eye contact with Mr. Beichuan, and the atmosphere is quite awkward—rescue is needed.’
Todabu thought he was being quite humorous and, since he was on good terms with Yamakou Hideyasu and Tanaka Takashi as friends, he spoke more casually.
But the very next moment—
Tanaka Takashi and Yamakou Hideyasu almost instantly sent messages.
’You’re with Mr. Beichuan right now?!’
Huh?
Todabu frowned in confusion and then replied:
’He’s sitting right across from me.’
Tanaka Takashi and Yamakou Hideyasu simultaneously sent out messages:
’We’ll be there in no time! Todabu! Don’t let Mr. Beichuan be unhappy!’
Huh????
What was that all about?
Todabu was becoming more and more clueless.
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