Chapter 10 I arrived

While the space I was in was still moving, a piece of music was suddenly inserted. "What kind of music are you listening to? Weird." I heard a female voice ask.Her sound waves reached me, and I felt a little jolt. The person who carried me turned out to be a woman, and judging by her crisp soprano voice, she seemed to be very young. All other background sounds suddenly disappeared, and I guessed that the space I was in—that is, the backpack—had gone to another space, which was no longer within the scope of the subway. However, I don't yet know what's going on. "Takemitsu." A male voice replied.The sound source seems to be far away.

"Have not heard." "Is someone following you?" "No." "Very well. Are Mahler and Wagner to your liking?" "Can you stop listening to this kind of music? Can Hisaishi Joe?" "Joe Hisaishi is too popular. Intellectuals have their own special taste in music." "Are you a fart intellectual? You're just an unemployed homeless bum!" "I'm unemployed. It's not because I'm incompetent. I graduated from Waseda anyway. It's because of the overall economic environment. It's a long and endless recession. Japan, like Europe, has long since retreated from the list of world powers. We should Blaming myself for being reincarnated too late, if it had been forty or fifty years earlier, we would not have had to live this kind of life.”

"It's still not the same." "Our economy and politics are in a mess, and the prime minister's career is shorter than that of an AV actress. Can you name the last five prime ministers?" A burst of light shone on my head, and the space I was in was no longer closed, but reconnected with the outside world. A woman—probably the one who spoke just now—takes me out of this space—the backpack—and hands it over to the man. The eyes of the two kept turning to me. And I have no eyeballs, only lenses. This is probably the living room!The large and small shelves almost—I think even the word "almost" can be deleted—occupy every corner, which is comparable to Amaterasu's bedroom and studio.

The world I saw suddenly turned from the ceiling to the floor, and then quickly rotated, turning up and down, left and right, just like a spaceship out of control in space. I know it's not a big deal, he just took me in his hand and turned it over to look at it. "The material looks good, and it's still new." The man said, "Just change the hands and feet." "You don't need to change it this time. The first time I shot in Tokyo, the owner would not think that we are from Sendai." "Of course not, if she puts a picture of this thing on the Internet, we will be caught immediately."

"There are so many models in the country, how to check?" "Not afraid of ten thousand, just in case. Do you want to take this risk?" "Of course not." I was indeed stolen. The man turned me on my front so I could look into his eyes. I only noticed his long eyelashes.Of course it's fake, I know it's popular for men to wear it on TV. "Be good, I'll transform for you."