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The Crafty Journalist and the Spiritual Mafia – Part 02

Hikaru met up with Ayano in a small vacant lot near the station. There were a few empty lots like this around, and some were said to be owned by old man Doyama.

It was a sunny day, but the wind blowing down from the mountains carried a chill.

“Three, huh?”

After leaking information to overseas media just yesterday, Ayano said she received calls from three journalists today. Two of them apparently asked if it was a deepfake video.

“I see. I guess we should’ve made it look more like it was recorded using a hidden camera.”

“What’s a deepfake video?”

Surprisingly, it wasn’t Lavia who asked, but Ayano.

“…”

“Wh-Why are you looking at me like that?!”

“You’re supposed to be a journalist. How do you not know that?”

“Well, I’ve heard of it, but I kind of just brushed it off. And at this point I’m too afraid to ask!”

“Here’s some serious advice: you should quit being