There was a knock on the door, and the middle-aged man who was smoking and waiting in the room looked at the door with a happy face.
"Huh? You're so early! Didn't you agree to have a meeting at two in the afternoon?"
He opened the door with a smile and asked slightly doubtfully.
But he immediately saw clearly who was standing outside the door - that was not the person he was waiting for. On the contrary, he didn't want to see the person outside the door right now.
"What? So it's you, Satan?" There was obvious regret in his words.
"I'm so sorry for last night..." Satan Onizuka, who had already washed off the weird makeup and looked like a spirited young man, greeted his president proactively when he saw his face.
"President, are you here for a meeting at the TV station?" When the president returned to the table in the room and picked up the unfinished cigarette, the energetic young man Satan Onitsuka took the initiative to talk to him.
"Yes, I hope their new program can use artists from our agency as a regular team..."
The president nodded and turned back to look at him: "As for you, you should also start recording the talk show at two o'clock in the afternoon, right? Can't you make it in time without putting on makeup?"
"There's enough time. As long as half an hour is enough." Satan Onizuka looked very relaxed.
"By the way, I have already rejected the incident last time. You may be dissatisfied, but I am doing it for your own good..." The president glanced at him out of the corner of his eye.
Satan Onizuka's expression suddenly turned sinister, and then returned to normal.
"It doesn't matter, everything is over..."
He gritted his teeth and looked at the president.
"Let's not mention that. What do you think of this raincoat?"
"Huh?" The president didn't know what was going on. He turned his head and took a look at the raincoat on Satan Onizuka's body.
"It's lightweight, waterproof, and very cheap." Satan Onizuka seemed to be showing off.
"Wouldn't that be nice?"
"And what I like most is that as long as you wear your hat like this..."
Satan Onizuka stretched out his hand to cover the hat on the back of his head, his eyes instantly turned gloomy.
"It's not easy to get stained by blood splatter - that's its biggest advantage."
A sharp knife appeared in his hand. Looking at his appearance, the president turned pale with shock, panic crawling onto every inch of skin on his face.
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"Found it!"
Following Dr. Agasa's exclamation, the group arrived at the door of the room marked "Mr. Satan Onitsuka's Lounge."
"But is this really good? Going in without prior reservation..." Mitsuhiko hesitated.
"Maybe he will use that terrifying face to hurt us..." Ayumi also had lingering fears.
"Don't worry! This corridor is full of people. If there is any danger, you can call for help immediately."
Yuantai didn't take it seriously.
Looking at the three extremely nervous little ones, Conan had cold sweat streaming down his forehead.
It seems that they were really frightened by the appearance of Satan Onizuka before, but now they are still timid when trying to get his autograph.
The three little ones were about to knock on the door, when suddenly there was a hurried blocking sound behind them: "Hey, hey! No way! Mr. Satan is resting now."
The person who came was none other than Satan Onizuka's manager. His right index finger was raised in front of his lips, and his face was very anxious.
"He, he can sleep too?!" Yuantai opened his mouth.
"That's right..."
At this time, the door of the room was suddenly opened, and Satan Onizuka, who seemed to be able to stop a child from crying at night, appeared in front of them.
"Of course. If you don't sleep, you won't be able to store magic power..."
Mitsuhiko saw that the person he was looking for had appeared in front of him, and with a heartbeat, he handed over the signature pad in his hand.
"No, sorry! Can you sign it for me, please?"
He looked at Satan Onizuka's puzzled expression and immediately added an explanation: "My sister is your loyal fan..."
"Oh——" Satan Onizuka made a clear voice.
He didn't hesitate, took the pen, bit off the cap of the pen with his mouth, and asked: "Where's your name?"
"The morning, the morning is beautiful! The morning with the rising sun, the beauty is beautiful!"
"To believers Asami..." Satan Onizuka happily signed the message and his name on the signature board.
“Thank you very much!”
Mitsuhiko immediately relaxed when he saw that this guy dressed like a demon was so easy to talk to, but Satan Onitsuka's next words made him freeze again.
"In this way, your sister has become a member of our demon clan..."
"What?!" Mitsuhiko's breathing stopped as he thought that his sister would turn into a demon.
Ayumi saw through the gap that there were some unexpected things on the table in the room.
"It's origami! Wow! So many paper cranes!"
She shouted loudly, and then immediately looked up at Satan Onizuka.
"Mr. Satan, can I go in and take a look at those paper cranes?"
"Of course, please do." Satan Onizuka only hesitated for a second and then made a gap.
Conan asked curiously: "Are those all folded by Mr. Satan?"
"Yes. While waiting for the recording, I occasionally try to play the human game. Although I only broke those five today."
Satan Onizuka admitted it openly.
"Huh? What is this triangular board for?" Yuantai picked up a triangular board on the table. He looked left and right and couldn't figure out why this thing appeared here.
"You can fold it more beautifully with a triangle." Satan Onizuka answered his doubts.
"But if the devil plays origami, won't it damage the image?" Haibara Ai looked at Satan Onizuka with strange eyes.
"Yes. That's why I told the believers not to reveal it." Satan Onizuka stood aside with his hands crossed, and then said viciously to Mitsuhiko: "If you dare to leak the news, I will kill you with a curse!"
"I know!" Mitsuhiko was so frightened that his whole body trembled.
"It's so exciting..." Haiyuan Ai looked at Guangyan who didn't dare to take a breath, and poked Yuan Huaiyu's thigh with the tip of his elbow.
"Yeah... This should be the type of person who never forgets to maintain his personality..." Yuan Huaiyu also rubbed his forehead, only feeling a little bit embarrassed.
"By the way, Mr. Satan." At this time, the manager finally found a chance to talk to his star, "I found the mirror you wanted! Is this the one?"
He took out a rather fantasy-decorated mirror from his backpack and showed it to Satan Onizuka.
"Oh! That's right! With this, you can put on makeup even in the lounge! Thank you!"
He thanked him without hesitation.
"Where, where..." the agent smiled and shook his head and said politely.