Chapter 133 Extra Chapter: Can I Follow You Home? (Part 2): A Special Variety Show Interview
When Mary Shelley appeared on camera, Verlaine was with her.
She probably never expected that a TV crew would be filming in the living room, and she was talking to Verlaine as she walked towards the living room.
Although their faces weren't captured on camera, the microphone was of excellent quality, picking up almost all of their whispered conversations.
“I told you last time, don’t call me Mommy in front of Agatha. She’ll be really scared, thinking you’re using this ridiculous excuse to get close to me… What, can I just call her Mother? This isn’t about the form of address, it’s about Agatha’s heart and blood pressure…”
“I’ll listen to you,” Verlaine said in a low voice with a slight smile. “This is just to intimidate Agatha, so she won’t keep thinking about driving me away from you.”
“She’s only more convinced now that you’re up to something,” Mary Shelley sighed. “That’s why she video calls me every day to check up on me whenever I go on a trip, and then you just… well, never mind that. Would you like some milk before bed? I was just about to make myself some…”
Mary Shelley stared wide-eyed at the production crew carrying cameras and microphones.
Verlaine, who had been listening attentively to Mary Shelley, was interrupted by her pause and looked up in the direction of her gaze.
Who are you?
After carefully examining the situation for a long time and confirming that none of the people posed a danger, Verlaine frowned slightly, not quite understanding why these unfamiliar guests would appear in the small building late at night.
Just as she hadn't expected to run into Mary Shelley and Verlaine, Sigma stood slightly off to the side of the living room, raising her hand weakly.
“That… I brought him here to interview us.” His voice trailed off. “He just came to see where we’re staying and ask some questions… Iher agreed.”
Upon hearing that Iher had agreed to the matter, Verlaine's furrowed brows relaxed, and he nodded slightly.
“Since Ikh knows about this, I have no objection.”
He planned to lead Mary Shelley around the group of people who were standing there dumbfounded, but the production team had no intention of letting them off the hook.
With their almost identical light blonde hair and exquisitely beautiful features, they are a powerful tool that can significantly boost viewership ratings simply by appearing on camera.
Not to mention, judging from the conversation just now, this sweet and cute woman who looks like a young girl is actually older than this super handsome man's mother!
It's fortunate that the host had never been to a haunted house and didn't recognize Verlaine, who was already famous for her beauty—because the moment she appeared on camera, the female guest in the studio who was responsible for providing real-time viewing feedback instantly went wild.
[Verlaine! It's Verlaine!!]
[I accidentally interviewed the apartment building of the "House of the Dead Rats"!]
So handsome!! Everyone present, except for the production crew, is so good-looking. It makes me so happy to see them!
"Hello, hello, it's Mommy!"
Unaware that she had been shot in the heart by the guest, the host, holding the microphone, rushed to the stunned Mary Shelley with a friendly and enthusiastic smile.
"Oh my, your child is so handsome, I'm totally smitten with him! And you've taken such good care of yourself, you don't look your age at all. Wow, even if you wore a high school uniform, no one would dare to question it!"
Mary Shelley: "……………………"
She suddenly regretted why she had painstakingly studied Japanese in the first place, and why she had spoken in Japanese with Verlaine just now.
Why would an Englishman and a Frenchman communicate in Japanese? Wouldn't French or English be perfectly acceptable alternatives?
This way, she wouldn't freeze up because her conversation was being overheard, and hearing this middle-aged man calling her "Mommy" repeatedly would somehow elevate her status in the family hierarchy.
"I'm not that old!"
Finally, she couldn't take it anymore and protested, "Don't call me 'Mommy'!"
But Mary Shelley's voice is naturally sweet, and even when she's angry, it doesn't have a strong sense of fury, so this sentence sounds more like a kitten jumping up and down, full of a fluffy cuteness.
For example, when Verlaine turned his head and looked at Mary Shelley, his eyes were full of a pleasant smile.
"Okay, okay, no problem. May I ask your name?" The host readily agreed. "How should we address you?"
Mary Shelley grunted and gave her real name: "Mary Shelley".
"Okay, Shelley Mommy!"
The host changed his tune quickly, yet it seemed as if he hadn't changed it at all: "Are you foreigners? Have you settled in Japan?"
Mary Shelley: "………………"
So annoying!
She didn't want to talk to that jerk of a host at all, but thankfully the thoughtful Verlaine immediately took over the conversation, preventing the interview from becoming awkward.
“I’m just here to celebrate a friend’s birthday,” Verlaine replied. “I spend most of my time in Japan, and she came all the way from England.”
He was the one who went to England to pick her up. And he successfully made Agatha's hand tremble, causing her to drop and break another delicate porcelain teacup.
Since the conversation was going smoothly, the host naturally followed up with, "That's wonderful news! How old are you? Please give them your blessings as well."
"First birthday," Verlaine recalled the description on the invitation.
"……Um?"
The host was a little stunned, not quite understanding why this handsome man, who looked to be at least over twenty, would have a friend who was a year older than him.
But being a host, he reacted incredibly quickly on the spot and found a reasonable explanation in an instant.
It's definitely that [friend's] child, right? They're celebrating their first birthday! It's understandable that the handsome guy in front of me, being a foreigner, doesn't speak Japanese perfectly.
"Oh—I see. Thank you so much, Shelley's mom, for coming all the way from England to participate."
The host, who considers himself a person with high emotional intelligence, naturally wouldn't bother to correct the foreign friend's grammar in front of the camera. "In that case, you must have children, right? Oh my, it must be a very happy family."
This time it was Verlaine's turn to be stunned, completely bewildered as to why the host suddenly brought up the question of whether he had children.
However, he always believed that hospitality was extremely important, and even when assassinating someone, he would use a cross made of birch branches that he had personally carved. Naturally, he would not raise questions at such a time, as that would be too impolite.
Verlaine simply answered the host's question seriously, "No, I don't have any children."
"You don't even have a partner yet?" the host asked in surprise.
Verlaine nodded slightly, confirming his question.
"Yes."
—Aside from this scene, Pushkin looked at Verlaine with great admiration and even gave him a thumbs up.
"You have absolutely no idea what that means, bro."
Verlaine: "…………"
"Not only has your traffic exploded on social media, but it's also on mobile phones."
Ye Yihe opened his phone's email address—the mailing address he had left under the haunted house advertisement—and it was now completely flooded with countless unread emails.
"Some people earnestly request that you become an idol or star, some say they want to come to the haunted house to support you, and some come specifically to call you husband or wife."
Verlaine slowly began, "...Why do you have a wife?"
Ye Yihe shrugged. "Guess?"
So this is why even Mary Shelley in England was being chased and called "Mommy"? She was practically exasperated on the phone. It's like what you fear most is exactly what happens. Before, she always tried her best to suppress that term, and now, a whopping five-figure number of children were calling her "Mommy"...
However, he couldn't laugh at Mary Shelley, because it was highly likely that it would be his turn to appear on the show soon.
As the program continued, when Verlaine announced that he was single, the host seized the opportunity to ask about his criteria for choosing a partner.
But Verlaine hadn't even considered that, so he simply shook his head and refused.
Mary Shelley also walked around to get the milk – she had gone to such great lengths to get this cup of hot milk, she couldn't just turn back to her bedroom without even getting a glass of milk!
Just as the host was still trying to ask a few more questions about Verlaine's personal hobbies, another figure appeared at the living room doorway.
With black hair and red eyes, and a tall, slender figure, she was looking this way.
He wasn't dressed very formally at the moment, just casually wearing a loose light-colored shirt, with his wispy bangs slightly obscuring his eyebrows and eyes, and his expression was indifferent.
At first glance, it's hard to tell whether the person in front of you is Ye Yihe or Fedor.
But regardless of who it was, Pushkin, whose heart was racing, reflexively licked his lips, making sure he hadn't left any evidence.
Sigma hesitated, unsure which name to call—luckily, the other person spoke up quickly.
"Are you the production team that Sigma mentioned?"
Sigma breathed a slight sigh of relief when he heard Ye Yihe's voice; although Fyodor always seemed harmless, for some reason, he was a little afraid of him.
"Thank you so much for helping to bring Sigma back." Ye Yihe raised his index finger, his voice very soft.
“But Feya is asleep now, so I hope you can keep your voices down.”
"Oh, okay, okay." The host quickly lowered his voice, "Sorry, sorry."
Ye Yihe's words lowered the volume of the production team, but not the volume of the studio—the guests sitting on the stage could recognize Verlaine, and of course they could also recognize Ye Yihe.
If the studio can recognize it, it means that the audience sitting in front of the TV can also recognize it.
On a certain forum, posts immediately started appearing like mercury spilling onto the ground, with the number of posts increasing rapidly.
Wow, it's Fyodor! My handsome Fyodor!
Did you ladies hear what he just said?
[Fatih is asleep now—I heard every word clearly, hey!]
How strange, how does he know whether Feda is asleep or not? —Hehe
Hehehe
Hehehehe
After countless "hehe" comments, a random passerby, probably just randomly entering the thread, weakly made a comment.
[I don't understand, so I'm asking: why do you all know who Feda is? I've played every dungeon in The House of the Dead, and I've never heard of this name before.]
[Upstairs, Fedia is the twin brother who always waits for Fyodor in the dressing room whenever he performs at The House of the Dead.]
[Sobbing, I really hope he can appear in some dungeon...]
I wish they could release a storyline featuring twin priests who have a love-hate relationship, sob sob.
[Ahhh, I'm totally shipping Gemini!]
[...]
Ye Yihe, who was facing the camera at that moment, was completely unaware of all of this.
He merely showed a slight expression of relief, and was about to turn and leave when the host gently called out to him, "May I ask you a few questions?"
"..." Ye Yihe thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement, "Go ahead and ask."
After all, the other party paid a high taxi fare to bring Sigma back, so we can't let them make a wasted trip.
While the host went to ask Ye Yihe, Mary Shelley and Verlaine were finally able to go to the kitchen to boil milk.
"What is your relationship with that gentleman from earlier?" the host asked curiously.
After all, the other person's facial features also looked like those of a foreigner, but his appearance was significantly different from Verlaine's, and even his temperament was completely different.
"We're good friends." There was no point in hiding it, so Ye Yihe answered honestly.
"Oh, so you're that friend!" the host exclaimed with a smile. "I heard you're about to celebrate your child's first birthday. Congratulations!"
Ye Yihe looked at him in confusion, wondering where a one-year-old child came from who wanted to have a birthday.
"I do have a birthday celebration, but I don't have children."
The host was taken aback. "Huh? Whose child is having a birthday party?"
"It's my birthday," Ye Yihe emphasized again.
"…………"
The TV presenter fell silent, and Ye Yihe, watching from outside the TV, also fell silent.
Having finally understood the whole story, hesitantly asked Verlaine, "Why did you tell him it was my first birthday?"
"Because it was written on the invitation?" Verlaine replied, even more puzzled.
Ye Yihe: "...I didn't send out any invitations??"
He immediately turned to look at Fyodor, who shook his head slightly, indicating that he did not either.
"Not just me, everyone received this."
Verlaine took a plain cardstock, resembling a letter, from his pocket and handed it to Ye Yihe.
Ye Yihe took it and unfolded it, and found that there was indeed a line of cursive script inviting Verlaine to attend Yihe's first birthday celebration.
Upon closer inspection, there's a chibi-style head drawn underneath, making a peace sign and blinking a single eye—it looks exactly like Dazai.
Ye Yihe: ……………
The case is solved.
The criminal even arrogantly drew up evidence.
"Grand Chancellor!"
His gaze shifted, and he noticed that Dazai, who had been sitting there watching TV with everyone, was now sneaking away towards the door.
There was no time to watch the rest of the program. Ye Yihe immediately got up to chase after him, leaving Fyodor, who was sitting next to him, to pick up the phone that had fallen on the carpet and stare at the screen thoughtfully for a moment.
Then, he scrolled through his contacts and dialed one of the numbers.
Is it Shibusawa?
Fyodor said politely, "I would like to commission you to make two sets of clothes for me and Iher."
"—Yes, I plan to write a script for 'The House of the Dead' featuring twin priests."
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The next side story is about the Port Mafia members from the original work bravely storming the headquarters building that has been transformed into a haunted house (hey!).
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