A Weird Theater That Started In London

Streamer City.

Kabukicho, Ichiban Street.

The neon signs of the clubs were shining in the night rain, and not far away, crowded passersby were queuing through the intersection.

"Reminder, this area is about to be affected by ph5.0 acid rain, please wear protective clothing and bring umbrellas with you."

Without waiting for the traffic lights to turn on, a runaway motorcycle that exuded a faint blue whizzed past.

Sitting on it were two unscrupulous young men with tattoos on their arms and black leather jackets, yelling.

If this situation is seen by historians, they will surely think of an old vocabulary:

Yakuza.

Of course, Hashimoto Yuzhi and Mori Masahiro do not know this kind of advanced vocabulary. They drop out of school early and hang out in the game hall all the year round. What kind of food they can eat every day depends on their luck——

The last money left in the game will be used to play a pachinko machine called Pachinko.

In fact, it is to eject a small steel ball into the disk. When the steel ball is falling, it will continuously collide with the nails in the disk, thereby changing the trajectory. If it can finally fall into the designated area, the player will be rewarded.

The highest prize is 1,000 credits, and the lowest prize is 50 credits. Of course, the management of the game hall sometimes substitutes real objects, and those are more tempting than money.

For the two of them, the highest prize is something that is out of reach, but very attractive. No matter how difficult life is, as long as they see Pachinko, they will find a way to post it.

Perhaps, one day Goddess of Luck will raise her skirts at them?

Then……

The Goddess of Luck really favored these two devout believers, and this runaway motorcycle under the crotch is today's trophy.

"How about going to see those high-end clubs?"

Hashimoto Yushi yelled in the ear of his companion.

Hearing this, Mori Masahiro immediately agreed.

Since the "Human Protection Law" came into effect, government departments have been like fools, sending money to them on time every month. Many projects that have not been experienced in the past have almost all been repeated in the past month.

Today, there is no strategy for Kabukicho.

"Do you know where the hottest spot on Yifan Street is?" Masahiro Mori was driving an exaggerated runaway motorcycle, looking around.

Under the dark sky, the signboards shone with red and purple lights.

The eye-catching place is either a dazzling neon sign or an advertising screen, with human faces constantly changing: bunny girl, Lolita girl, mechanical wind girl...

The figure is good, not to mention the appearance.

In addition, there are men who are indistinguishable from male and female. They have cool hairstyles, covered with fur, and lined with tights with shiny silver pieces.

No matter how critical the vision, no matter how wonderful the aesthetics, people can choose a partner here.

Since he has been fascinated by the street for a long time, Hashimoto has done a lot of homework in advance. He raised his eyes and swept around, pointed to the front left and said: "That house, I heard that many big people come to Stream City from thousands of miles away just to go in and see. Look."

ATOM Club, the most high-end entertainment venue in Stream City, is not one of them.

Recently, it has made the limelight even more. Many big bosses who like arty often come here from afar to enjoy performances.

"Then go see it."

Masahiro Mori was serious, as if he had made a great decision.

In fact, he was not stunned by nothing, like this high-end place, just go in, order something and sit for a while, and have to empty his savings.

"Thank you brother."

Soon, the runaway motorcycle stopped, and the two of them stepped into the black-gold glass door with anxiety and excitement.

At about the same time, a sweet-looking girl leaned slightly: "Welcome to our shop, do you have an appointment for both of you?"

"No."

Mori Masahiro's heart sank, and he found that this place was not close to the imaginary scene at all.

There are no bunny girls, no girls in sailor suits, and no skirts short enough to show silk stockings.

The girl who received them dressed very conservatively, wrapped herself up tightly, showing only a slim figure.

Not only that, but the style and makeup are also very novel, never seen before, but they are exceptionally beautiful.

"Isn't there an appointment? Well... it doesn't matter, please come with me."

"Eh……"

Hashimoto and Mori Masao were flattered, as if they had never seen the world, they were taken aback.

"Is it okay?"

"Do you need a membership card?"

The girl shook her head, and while walking ahead to lead the way, she said: "Don't be so troublesome. For customers who come to our store for the first time, you can enjoy a 30% discount."

"But follow the rules."

The rain and lights fell, making Miss Yami's smile psychedelic and attractive.

A few minutes later, he changed into a round-necked gown to cover the two unscrupulous young men with tattoos on their hands, and found a place to sit down.

Surrounded by ancient murals, there are plump maids, bright armored warriors, and fascinating scholars... it is unclear.

On the table in front of him are celadon vases and various antique ornaments.

[Don't forget, Zhaoyang sits in the spring breeze, Mawei is in the mud; the red face is bitter, all life is bitter, the king sends sorrow; Don't forget, the ears linger, the heart fragrance wishes longevity; Qixi language, the emperor's love, the far guest plays Tiancong ……】

On the stage, a classically dressed woman is performing silently.

The translation screen introduces the life of Concubine Yang Gui, and the voice-over is faint and desolate, as if a lone soul is crying in the well.

Big people like this stuff?

Mori Masaru and Hashimoto looked at each other. They thought this was far less interesting than the arcade in the arcade.

However, the appearance of the big man completely sinking into it made the two of them afraid to speak out.

At this moment, the audience was silent as death, and several beautiful and excellent female guests cried silently. They wiped away the tears from the corners of their eyes with a handkerchief while watching the performance.

"Lovebirds, we wing and ru wing, the green and red are close to each other and we drink and peck together. We are together for thousands of years. Even the branches, you branch and I branch, and love the mountain and pledge each other, and our hearts will be forever."

The lyrics came out from behind the screen, and there was a touch of gentleness compared to the previous sadness.

At the same time, the stage was filled with smoke, and an old man wearing a red Taoist robe appeared ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The background information of the play was displayed on the translation screen. Hashimoto Yuzhi gradually understood the original situation and watched the performance silently.

As time went by, he didn't notice that his companion Mori Chang was already crying.

"Weary and weary hairpin is the proof. The emperor gave him a gift in the past years. Don't send amorous feelings, talk about him for a moment of grace, and also give Linqiong his heart..."

The sorrow and tenderness disappeared, and the singing was full of determination: "The soil is born, who is the water that passes away, flows endlessly, and keeps the Penglai Palace. It is far from permanent, and the song is peaceful."

The performance stopped abruptly.

After a long silence, the guests in ancient costumes got up one after another. Some people uttered admiration again and again, the praise was beyond words, and some people had not walked out of the story, applauding and sobbing.

Among them, Miss Kamio is the most typical, she said to her little sisters: "The more you watch, the more you want to cry..."

Concubine Yang's elegant appearance, the voice of the voice of affectionate singing, and the weight and romance of ancient history make the audience seem to travel through time and space, witnessing a song of love.