Tokyo life starting with painting.

Chapter 8 Cover of "Midnight Bell"

The moment the phone rang.

Even Hosokawa Koharu seemed to be hallucinating, as if there was an almost eerie phone ringing in his ear.

She raised her hand, eager to see what was on the next page.

What will happen to Tomoko and Tomoko?

Will they die?

How is the story going?

She was full of such thoughts, but—

"Gone?"

Hosokawa Koharu was a little dumbfounded.

The phone rang, and Tomoko got up to answer the phone. It was the last manuscript of "Midnight Ring".

It just happened to be stuck in this exact place!

Out of chapter!

Hosokawa Koharu didn't expect either.

She even had the urge to call Dong Yesi and ask him 'what's the matter with you'.

She is completely immersed in the plot of "Midnight Ring".

This kind of eagerness to see the follow-up immediately is quite a bit like when I was saving money to buy comic magazines when I was a child.

This is a masterpiece!

Hosokawa Koharu gave "Midnight Ring" a high score in his heart without hesitation.

Not only is the author's superb and superb painting skills enough to draw the characters lifelike, but also the sense of rhythm of the plot that is not inferior to the painting skills!

Of course, what Koharu Hosokawa cares most about is the sense of substitution in "Midnight Ring".

It's as if everything in the comics happened to me.

"Is this the author of the wild newcomer? Dongye?"

A surname was left on it, but no name was left. Below is a string of phone numbers, presumably the author's phone number.

Hosokawa Koharu casually flipped the "Midnight Ring" to the first page.

It is definitely not difficult for this manuscript to pass the serialization meeting, but she still plans to carefully review the manuscript and ponder over it.

Hosokawa Koharu turned to the first page again and glanced at it.

It's still a dilapidated TV in a small, dark, damp, Japanese-style room.

Snowflakes are flashing on the TV screen

闪动

jump

The screen rotates -

Hosokawa Koharu seems to have seen it inexplicably

There seems to be an ancient well covered with vines in the TV.

Ok?

Hosokawa Koharu rubbed his eyes, opened his mouth, and looked over again.

It was obvious that there were no such things just now

After a while, snowflakes flickered on the TV on the screen again, and then another freeze frame.

On the edge of the ancient well is a slender blue and white arm.

This arm stretched out from the ancient well in a slow, slow twist.

Like a moment, and like a long time—

There was a sound of palms on shoulders.

Hosokawa Koharu felt cold all over, she subconsciously glanced at her shoulder.

There is nothing.

She turned her head again and looked at the manuscript paper.

The picture on the manuscript paper began to change again.

First, the hand poked out from the ancient well.

Then put your feet on the edge of the ancient well.

Stumble!

Something crawled out of the ancient well!

Hosokawa Koharu widened his eyes, trying to see what it was.

But the next moment, the snowflakes on the TV flickered, blurring everything.

It wasn't until this moment that Hosokawa Koharu noticed that the flickering frequency of the TV's snowflakes seemed to be getting higher and higher.

Vision shakes.

Until then, Hosokawa Koharu saw clearly what crawled out of the ancient well.

It was a woman in a pale dress with long hair covering her eyes.

The overly slender arms stepped on the soles of the rotten leaves, and the sound of stepping on the rotten leaves seemed to sound from behind.

what happened! ?

Hosokawa Koharu held the manuscript in shortness of breath and hurriedly looked behind her.

Nothing, still the same office.

She looked back, feeling something was wrong.

How can I see auditory hallucinations and visual hallucinations when I read a cartoon?Are you too tired?

And while she was thinking, the manuscript paper changed again!

In sight, the woman on the manuscript paper wobbled closer.

Yes, close.

But close?

Looking at the woman who was approaching on TV, moving faster and faster, with twisted limbs, Hosokawa Koharu had a question——

Where is this woman trying to get close to?

Then--

The woman in the picture stretched out her hand——

With a slap, the pale palm with its nails removed landed on Hosokawa Koharu's shoulder.

Hosokawa Koharu looked at the slender and twisted palm on his shoulder, blinked his eyes in disbelief, the corners of his mouth twitched, as if he didn't really believe what he saw.

She looked up at the woman.

The woman is still there, and Hosokawa Koharu can even feel the vicious eyes that hide under the black hair, which makes the scalp tingle!

Gumbling—

The sound of swallowing saliva was particularly loud.

Hosokawa Koharu tilted his head back, the office chair slid out, and at the same time he put down the manuscript!

Bang! ! !

Everything around is distorted to its original appearance.

The office is still the same office, and the world is still the same.

Hosokawa Koharu gasped heavily, his face turned blue from suffocation due to fear.

She tremblingly looked at the cover of the first page of the original manuscript.

Everything has become the original state, the original three-dimensional horror has become a plane.

The original paper cover has been completely changed.

black background.

In the corner of a gloomy Japanese-style hut, there is a TV with flickering snowflakes.

A woman in a pale dress was crawling out of the TV.

Next to it is the title of the comic - "The Ring at Midnight".

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but Hosokawa Koharu always feels that the woman crawling out of the TV on the cover of the manuscript is staring at him

No matter how much I turned sideways, no matter how much I looked away, the woman in the manga was always staring at me——

Creepy!

"Editor Hosokawa, what's wrong? Is the manga "Midnight Ring" too bad?"

The male editor next to him couldn't help but move his head closer.

His name is Satoshi Oshima, he is a very courageous editor, and he is very serious in his work.

Just now, after he and Hosokawa Koharu laughed and joked about the author of "Midnight Ring" who boasted that he didn't write drafts, he immersed himself in his work.

Later he heard the sound of Hosokawa Koharu smashing the manuscript.

It seems that this manga called "Midnight Ring" is really bad, Hosokawa Koharu's face is turning green, but——

"Even so, don't smash the manuscript. The manuscript is the painstaking effort of every manga author. Even if it's really bad, there's no need to smash the manuscript."

Homoto Oshima took the original manuscript of "Midnight Ring" with a bit of old-timer airs.

He was also a little curious.

Although Koharu Hosokawa only took office last month, she is also a selected editor of Urashima Publishing House, so she still has a vision.

How bad is this comic that can make the editor of Urashima Press so angry?Not so.

He, a senior, became a little interested. He planned to read the manuscript and teach the ignorant junior at the same time, so that she would not be so impulsive in the future. What's the matter with smashing the manuscript if she disagrees?

"It's not like that, Oshima-senpai has a problem with this manga."

Seeing that Satoshi Oshima seemed to want to read this over-the-top manga, Koharu Hosokawa hurriedly reached out to get it while talking.

In the end, Satoshi Oshima dodged and dodged.

He looked a little funny: "Of course I know there is a problem with this comic."

Isn't this talking nonsense?If there is no problem with the original manuscript, would Hosokawa Koharu be so angry?Even the original manuscript was smashed so hard.

"I'm just curious about how bad this manuscript is. Editor Hosokawa, you are turning blue with anger. Could it be that someone sent funny comics to our publishing house as horror comics?"

Satoshi Oshima said, turning to the first page.

He casually glanced at the cover of the first page.

Then his eyes froze, and he couldn't move his eyes away.

"" Hosokawa Koharu.

Hosokawa Koharu stopped talking and just looked at him like this.

After a few seconds, she keenly noticed that Satoshi Oshima was sweating on his face.

A few more seconds later, Homo Oshima's arms and feet were shaking, and his breathing became short of breath.

Another two or three seconds passed, and Satoshi Oshima raised his eyes in fear, and he glanced around in confusion, as if to confirm his environment.

Then he lowered his head and continued to look.

shake shake shake shake shake

It was as if an earthquake had struck. It shook twice at first, and then trembled uncontrollably.

Then, Satoshi Oshima's face turned livid, showing an expression as if he saw something terrifying, and smashed the original "Midnight Ring" manuscript on the table with a bang!

Bang!

The strength was so great that even Hosokawa Koharu trembled.

After doing this, Satoshi Oshima's mouth turned pale with fright, and he felt like he was about to cry. He looked at Koharu Hosokawa:

"There's nothing to be afraid of. Editor Hosokawa, you're still making a fuss."

After saying this, he turned around in a frighteningly fast manner, looked at the male editor who was standing next to the big TV, looking up at the news from time to time, and shouted:

"Can I turn off the TV, please?"

The voice was tugging, like a goose being strangled by the neck.

Even the editor-in-chief who was sitting and drinking tea felt his ass was pricked by a needle and his body shook.

Where is this trouble coming from?

All the editors looked up curiously.

Their eyes were quite good, and they immediately saw the manuscript that Satoshi Oshima threw on the table——

"Midnight Bell".

(End of this chapter)