"Hanyu-sama, I-I'm here for investigation! You know, I'm as honest as I am, and I never pay to see this kind of thing..."

"Bah, that's because you're prostituting me for nothing... No, old lady, I've bought it a few times, and I definitely don't subscribe to every issue! The salary is really not enough, and the energy at work during the day is not enough, it's also because of you I always stay up late to work overtime!"

Recalling the existence of a "President" in the house, the two explained in a panic.

"Cough, based on the information on this computer, the forum login id, and the browsing records, the other identity of Yueying Qiancao should be the comic Datouch who is active in the 2ch forum on weekdays and the book sales champion of i this summer, kiyomi. teacher."

In order to ease the awkward atmosphere in the room, Hou Hai Lu Dou transferred the "evidence" to the U disk without a trace, and entered the "investigation state" seriously: "Next, let me see the deleted data in the hard disk 'cluster' Data... If you haven't read and written too many times, at least the recently deleted manuscript... No, the data should be recoverable..."

With his chubby hands nimbly dancing on the keyboard, he "scraped three feet" on the bottom of the hard drive with a blushing face.

"Well, the deleted data are basically discarded line drafts... Wow, there are so many 'study materials' that 'burn after reading', are they used for storyboard reference? It is necessary to take it back and investigate it carefully..."

"Wow, what is this, video? Could it be..."

A rare video file appeared in the "deleted" data recovered from the bottom layer of the hard disk.

"Is this the Moon Shadow-kun? The real person seems to be a little more handsome than the household registration photo?"

As the video played, a thin young man with glasses and a melancholy temperament appeared in front of the three of them.

"Well, did you click here to start recording?"

From the perspective, this video seems to be recorded by a camera installed above the screen.

The room in the background was obviously not the apartment in front of him.

"The position of the camera is a little higher, and it can't bear my stalwart temperament..."

The "Moon Shadow King" in the video kept posing quite arrogantly on the computer chair, like a king sitting on a throne.

"Such a slightly upward angle, coupled with a restrained yet mysterious posture... Well, that's all for now."

After repeatedly adjusting the sitting position and shooting angle several times, he seems to have obtained a relatively satisfactory result, and the video recording ends here.

"Although I have gained a lot, it seems that there is still no clue to link Moon Shadow-Jun and 'Spirit Removal'."

Without a trace, he unplugged the USB flash drive full of "investigation materials" on the computer, and put it in his trousers pocket. Atsushi Ludou looked back at Mai Hanyu behind him: "Sister, let's go to another place. Look for clues..."

However, Hanyu Mai ignored him, and just stared at the computer screen thoughtfully.

"Hello, old lady? Could it be that you like this kind of 'suffering' type?"

"Don't be noisy..."

After the video was played, the Moon Shadow Chikusa in the screen was frozen in a certain exaggerated sitting posture.

"let me do it."

Pushing the Houhai Ludou with a chair aside, Hanyu Mai grabbed the mouse, took a screenshot of the video, and pasted it on the drawing software...

"Sister, I can't find any clues, and I don't need to infringe on other people's portrait rights like elementary school students to vent their anger. This is a mess..."

Looking at the screenshot, Tsukiyage Chikusa sitting on the chair and the background behind him were covered by Hanyu Mai with a mess of black brushstrokes, and the face of Atsumi Luto, who was sitting on the computer chair and slid over again, was bewildered.

"finished."

After the Moon Shadow Chikusa and the chair with the person and chair in the screenshot were "black" to the point where only the outline remained, Mai Hanyu put down the mouse in satisfaction, and took two steps back to look at it.

"How about it, is it the same?"

Then, she clicked an almost black picture from her phone, placed it under the computer screen, and looked at the two of them.

"Except that they are all black... I can't say they are exactly the same, I can only say that they are irrelevant..."

"What, what is the same?"

In the picture on the mobile phone, in the dark background, a chair sitting with their backs is vaguely visible.

"What else, of course...infernoblessme..."

"Infernobless...ibm700?!"

With the video playing in Hanyu Mai's mobile phone, a "Dior voice pack" that made Houhai Ludou very familiar sounded in the house: "First of all, let me introduce myself, I am ibm700, the moderator of the 2ch forum, you can also call me 'hell' revolution'."

"Wait, this picture is the cover of the ibm700 teaser video?!"

It seemed that he had reacted to something, and the thick sea and the land were ejected as if his **** was on fire.

Because some "urban legends" in the 2ch forum really exist ~lightnovelpub.net~ "ibm700", the administrator of the urban legends section, has always been the focus of the ninth lesson and the association's investigation.

On the eve of the Obon Festival, ibm700, the unidentified and inaccessible mysterious moderator of the "Urban Legends" section of the 2ch forum, posted a so-called "funny video" on the entire network.

When the "prophecies" in this video were fulfilled one by one on the day of the Obon Festival, ibm700 has been identified as "an unknown existence suspected of having strange manufacturing capabilities".

The frame-by-frame analysis of this video also accompanied Hou Hai Ludou, the "head (only) seat (1) hacker of the Institute of Truth", through countless empty, lonely and boring nights.

"And today, my "Hell Revolution", will let you know that all of the above is true..."

As the video accelerated, the chair, which was facing away from the camera, slowly rotated over.

Sitting above the chair, a dark silhouette with a blurred outline appeared in front of the three of them.

"As a genius, it's impossible for me to remember any details wrong..."

Hanyu Mai quickly pressed the pause: "Whether it is the shooting angle, seat contour and human body shape, it can be said that it is... exactly the same!"

"Sister, what do you mean... this Moon Shadow Qiancao...is the ibm700?"

Glancing back and forth over the "graffiti" on the computer screen and the black shadow in the mobile phone video, Hou Hai Ludou knelt down in front of the computer with frightened eyes, and started to operate tremblingly.

"No, it's too hasty to judge based on a screenshot... Give me five minutes, if the AI ​​neural network performs visual comparison frame by frame, it should be able to further confirm..."

After a certain possibility emerged in his mind, the high-grade gaming chair with comfortable material and ergonomic design on the side, in his eyes, was like a flood of beasts, making people dare not sit down.