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"You seem to be in good spirits."
Feng Ze passed the helmet.
"Master, is this because you care about me?"
Shierye rolled her eyes at Fengzejian but didn't say anything about the nickname.
"By the way, sir, did you bring this over on a motorcycle?"
"Of course not, it was shipped over."
Feng Zejian then asked, "Our affair won't affect your work, will it?"
"I run an independent studio. I've laid off most of my staff, so now I'm all alone. I was planning to retire from the industry anyway. My last runway show will be in two weeks, and I don't know if anyone will be there. I had some people in the industry invited, but they all left recently for various reasons, and a lot of models have also left."
"Even so, we still have to hold it. I'm someone who values a sense of ritual."
Feng Zejian put on his helmet and naturally put his arm around Shierye's waist.
"I'll go and join in the fun to support you."
“Great! You can bring some women with you then. You have plenty of women, so bring them all to walk the runway.”
"They're all friends, not that many women."
"Tch." Twelve Nights looked disdainful.
Feng Zejian was somewhat worried. "They are all amateurs, unlike you, who is a professional."
"Walking the runway is actually very simple. It's all about beauty and confidence. And every woman has a dream of walking the runway."
"Then I'll give it a try."
The car was started on the 12th night.
The two sped through the night.
As someone born in Nara Prefecture, Kazesawa had heard many local folk tales about the prefecture.
The two headed west of Nara.
After driving for more than an hour, the two arrived at a historical site.
This is a building that was not completely demolished; it should be a theater.
Feng Zejian looked around.
"Where are the people?"
"It's just the two of us this time."
Feng Zejian raised an eyebrow.
"Is this just for me and my master?"
"If you think it is, then it is."
Twelve Nights took out the items, ready to start the dungeon.
"What is our mission?"
"Help me enter into a contract with the owner of this neighborhood."
Feng Zejian narrowed his eyes slightly.
"This mission is quite interesting."
Twelve Nights continued:
"This mission is exclusive, and I don't want a third person to know about it."
"Then I am truly honored. You must have paid a considerable price to obtain this mission."
"I lost all the money in my account, and this is the task I got in exchange."
"Approximately how much money is in your account?"
"Several tens of billions."
Feng Zejian's lips twitched. "The price is really high."
"But if the contract succeeds, it will all be worth it."
"Then the disciple will definitely do everything in his power to help."
Twelve Nights opened the dungeon portal, and the two of them went in one after the other.
The old, worn-out atmosphere of the dungeon made Feng Zejian feel a little nostalgic.
In the instance, this place is no longer a ruin, but a brightly lit theater with a style reminiscent of the last century.
"Before we go deeper, Master, please tell me some mission information."
"This used to be a famous theater in Nara Prefecture, where the famous actress Iwamaya Risa was. Many important people pursued Iwamaya Risa, but she rejected them all."
“A powerful figure killed Risa Iwamaya out of love turned to hatred. It is said that he did not want to kill her at first and wanted to force her. However, when Risa Iwamaya refused, he lost control of his strength and killed her.”
"Risa Iwamaya's obsession ran too deep; she stayed at the theater, and the night watchmen often saw a woman singing on stage."
"In the end, it was separated out by professionals."
The wind and rain were processing the information.
"To be honest, I can't quite accept the opera art here. The pastel colors are too heavy, making it look like a ghost, and the tone of the music is too depressing, almost like the soundtrack of a horror movie."
Twelve Nights shook his head.
"It's not a traditional art form here, but rather Chinese opera. She went there specifically to learn it before she was born, and it took a lot of effort for her master to agree to teach her. After she returned, according to the local tradition, Iwamaya Risa was a female lead in opera."
"I was quite popular when I came back here for a few years, but I was already past my prime by the time I was in my early thirties."
Feng Zejian couldn't help but sigh.
"That's really a pity."
Suddenly, the theater doors in front of them opened.
The two exchanged a glance and then stepped into the theater.
The road was brightly lit.
It doesn't have the desolation and horror of other dungeons.
However, on the next side, a group of women dressed in kimonos and masks appeared on both sides of the road as if by magic, and the candlelight on the lampposts on both sides made it quite eerie.
The women in kimonos and masks are bowing as if welcoming the two.
Feng Zejian was curious about what these masked women looked like underneath their masks.
Feng Zejian used his hand to pull down the mask through the gap, revealing a face without features.
Good heavens, he's a fake.
Feng Zejian disdainfully handed the mask to the other person and put it on properly.
"What, aren't you curious anymore?"
"No, no, I really shouldn't have any expectations for this kind of place."
The two arrived at the theater entrance, and the door opened once again.
Two masked figures made a welcoming gesture.
Stepping inside, it's brighter and more spacious.
Below are tables and chairs, above is the stage.
Two steaming cups of tea were placed in the audience seats below the stage. The two walked in and went to the two seats that had been prepared in advance.
Honestly, drinking tea and watching a play is a really special experience.
Feng Zejian picked up the teacup and took a sip.
"The tea is quite good, but we don't have this."
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"Yeah."
Twelve Nights also tried taking a sip.
"It's pretty good."
Then the curtain suddenly fell, which meant the play was about to begin.
Feng Zejia suddenly felt dizzy.
He realized there seemed to be something wrong with the tea he was drinking, so while he was still conscious, Feng Zejian quickly drank the whole cup.
It might be cold by the time I wake up.
Of course, he might not be talking about tea, but rather himself.
Opening his eyes, Feng Zejian found himself in an unfamiliar environment.
A pretty young girl in a green dress rushed up to her.
"Aji, why are you still spacing out? Get to work!"
Feng Zejian paused for a moment, then pointed at himself.
"Aji, are you talking about me?"
The girl frowned slightly.
"You little brat, you're even resorting to amnesia to avoid work, huh?"
Feng Zejian realized that he seemed to have entered an illusion, let's just consider it an immersive murder mystery game.
"Um, I really can't remember what I should do."
"Of course you should serve Miss. She has just returned from a long journey across the ocean. If you serve her well, you will have everything you need."
Feng Zejian scratched his head.
"So, where is the young lady?"
"I think you're still half asleep. Come with me."
Feng Zejian followed the girl in the green dress to a secluded courtyard. In the living room, a beautiful figure was kneeling on the ground, facing a middle-aged couple.
Both Feng Zejian and the girl were secretly watching.
Feng Zejian whispered, "The one with their back to us is Miss, right? And the one opposite Miss are the old man and the madam, right?"
"Yes, but the woman next to that gentleman is his stepmother."
"What's your name?"
The girl's eyes widened.
"Aji, you haven't really gone mad from sleeping, have you? It's me, Aqing."
"What's our relationship? Boyfriend and girlfriend?"
Aqing blushed.
"What are you saying? You're my brother."
The girl had some doubts about Feng Zejian.
"Aren't you my brother?"
"You guessed right, I'm not."
The girl squinted.
What is 11 * 11?
Feng Zejian was stunned for a moment.
He was a little taken aback; why was this girl suddenly asking this?
By the time I realized it, I had already lost my chance to answer the question.
"121, you're silly, you're my brother."