I am a writer in Tokyo

To some extent, Koin Yishu is a very successful dreamer; or it could be said that he is not as much a writer as a dreamer.

He not only lets himself fantasize, but often makes people who read his books fall into fantasy. The same words, in the eyes of different people, will fall into their own unique fantasy, and they will indulge in this feeling.

Why do so many people like to drink? Maybe after they numb themselves with alcohol, they see things that they would never see in real life. Alcohol numbs the senses, and the world begins to be pulled away. In the increasingly blurred vision, reality packs up and flees madly, leaving no trace behind. It is impossible to tell what is real or fake.

In fact, Xiaoyuan Yishu's writing has become a chronic poison like alcohol, poisoning people who are not particularly dependent on alcohol.

The people who walked out of the bookstore did not completely get out of their fantasy. They were nostalgic for everything in their minds, just as they betrayed everything in reality. But the bright sun above their heads told them one thing: it was time to go to work.

This unpleasant feeling was similar to that of alcoholics, who felt an endless sense of emptiness and extreme physical fatigue every time they sobered up; the pain in their brains was far less painful than the reality they were about to face.

At this time, if someone can continue to love life, he may be a true hero.

Xiaoyuan Yishu's dominance does not need to be certified by anyone. The fact has always stood on this side firmly. When the night is pulled up by a few birds in the sky and covered on the top, time kills the life of this day from behind.

Basically all bookstores are crowded, and the truth behind the crowds is the suffering of Koin Yishu.

Bungeishunju's previous plan to launch a strong and fatal attack on Koin Ichiki when the product is released did not come as planned. Instead, it felt like it was just a verbal promise, which made Shincho, who was ready to take on the challenge, a little confused.

However, because of this incident, Editor-in-Chief Kashiwagi's face began to turn bad. He knew that bastard named Takao Hiroyuki, and he would not do such a pointless thing. If he did, it would mean that he was now in a fearless posture.

So right now, Takao Hirogen has a very scary book in his hands, and delaying the release of the book is also a form of publicity. At least Kashiwagi has heard many people discussing this matter in the bookstore.

Those people were all there to buy Xiaoyuan Yishu’s new books, but they all subconsciously glanced towards the best-selling area.

"I heard that Bungeishunju is going to publish a very good book this time."

"The posters have been posted, and the release date is today, but for some reason it hasn't been put on the shelves yet."

"Are they trying to seize the market with this book? It would take a lot of courage to fight against Koin Kazuki."

"Are they cowards?" Everyone knew about Xiaoyuan Yishu's terrifying ruling power, but they changed their minds and rejected the idea. They couldn't help but become more curious about the book.

In fact, The Compilation of the Boats had already been in bookstores a long time ago, but Bungeishunju did not want to put it on the shelves in a hurry. They wanted to invite all bookstore clerks to read a book, a book about writers.

Bungeishunju also calls bookstore clerks literary workers. Nowadays, people who are willing to work in bookstores more or less have a passion for literature. Perhaps their level is not enough to support becoming editors, etc., so they choose another way to accompany the text.

Although many people cannot understand what Bungeishunju does, it is quite good to be able to read a book for free compared to buying it with money. What is more important is the nickname, "writer".

Well...they call us writers.

Perhaps there are not so many barriers between people. The empty ice will not completely block the hole for friendship. If a suitable name is called out to people's hearts, all requests will become less strange.

Because of this incident, many shop assistants did not choose to buy the book "The Passion" first. Instead, they chose the free "The Adventures of the Captain".

Perhaps when "The Boat Trip" is on the shelves one day, they will recommend the book to those readers more enthusiastically, and they will interpret the idiom "return a favor by giving a favor" to the fullest.

On autumn nights, the slightly moist air makes the coolness more obvious, and it is also more open than the summer wind that sneaks in to play. It does not choose to go around the window sill or drill into the window hole. It prefers to go straight ahead rather than these seemingly flattering behaviors.

They made friends with the moon and had a great chat with the wind; when the moonlight spread on the clouds, they rode on the transparent wind, whistling and knocking open the windows that were not closed very tightly, and then like the diving event in a sports meet, they whooshed into the bed.

The best time to read is not in the irritable and hot summer, so when the summer heat recedes, books are favored again.

That night, the readers were divided into two groups. Some watched the life of a poor man through the text; others boarded a ship and began to cross the sea.

When the sun shines through the window in the morning, all fantasies recede like the tide, and the people who have been pulled away have to face the bleak reality again; only those who have crossed the sea face the sun and begin to think that perhaps the people in the editorial department are doing something, they are peeping into the lives of these editors; and these editors are willing to be peeped at by them.

Compared to fantasizing about things that you have never experienced, the boat diary is probably more realistic.

So, the shop assistants who read Bian Zhou Ji began to think, if they were asked to choose a book, what would they choose, the one that comes to mind first.

They came to a conclusion: if there is hope in life, who would look at those dark things?
Those filthy and dirty things hidden in the darkness, even if they exist, if you don't deliberately touch them, they won't appear, because they won't appear in front of you in the first place.

Xiaoyuan Yishu taught them how to escape, and they used this skill very skillfully at this time and began to escape. Of course, the premise is that they now have a choice.

The only thing the store clerks were regretting was why the book hadn't been put on the shelves yet.

If it is put on the shelves, maybe it will be a different scene.

The number of people who came to buy books today was not as suffocating as before, but it was not much less either. What was different from yesterday was that some people began to ask whether a book by Bungeishunju was about to be released.

The number of people asking questions was a little more than before. This scene made the clerk's heart tremble inexplicably. The look he gave them seemed a little hot, as if he had met a close friend.

However, they were so excited that they could only respond with words like "I don't know yet" and "Let's wait for the notification from Bungeishunju, we don't know either."

The trendy people in the crowd stared intently at the poster of Bungeishunju, and they increasingly felt that something was not right.

Perhaps Bungeishunju was thinking of doing something big, something that seemed to be intended to put the reputation of their publishing house on the line, so much so that they have not yet fully revealed the dagger in their hand.

However, the readers who were immersed in the text of "The Passion" did not have any extra thoughts to think about anything else. They were crazy, obsessed, and intoxicated in one wave of suffering after another.

It was as if the wandering people in the book had become them. In the midst of drunkenness and dreams, they experienced the feeling of death, and when they waited for the sun to come out during the day, they came back to life again.

This feeling of being tossed between two worlds is very dreamy, but also very disconnected. Some people began to breathe heavily over this. Someone once said that reading Xiaoyuan Yishu's books not only costs money, but also costs one's life.

If we calculate based on half an article per book, most people can start thinking about their next life after reading two books.

When they read Teacher Xiaoyuan's words, in addition to looking down on other people's lives, they also felt a kind of...

That was a giant writing.

He...his gaze pierced through the layers of haze, like two beams of dazzling light charging straight towards the unknown ahead; in the distance one could vaguely hear the giant wailing, that heavy sigh like a huge bell rang in the ears, shaking time and space and seeming to make the soul tremble.

He was feeling sad for something, or crying for something's death. A sorrowful sigh seemed to have crossed the long river of history in an instant, echoing in the world today...

Under the gazes of everyone, the giant moved. He held a heavy pen, and ink dripped onto the paper, forming human beings without any appearance.

They first crawled like babies, then began to try to stand up, and walked forward step by step, with unsteady steps.

Are they human? No, they are just drops of ink. Soon, their lives came to an end.

After walking for who knows how far, they finally collapsed to the ground due to exhaustion. They grew and died, their bodies began to wither and rot, and finally turned into words.

So, each word turned into a dead person...that is a person, that is us.

All the people who read the book felt their souls trembling and their bodies shaking uncontrollably. They were afraid of something, but at the same time they seemed to be excited because they had seen some unspeakable phenomena.

By the time everyone came to their senses, the book had ended.

The last word "finish" appeared alone on the paper. Although it was black, it looked extremely shocking.

It feels like this ink must have been bloody before it dried.

They exhaled heavily, no one would have thought what they had experienced before, it was such a shocking scene.

Looking at the packaging of this book, they felt how powerful Xiaoyuan Yishu's punch was this time. Just like the previous book "No Longer Human", he did not want to leave any chance for anyone to survive. If killing was not illegal, Xiaoyuan Yishu would probably want to hit them to death with a heavy hammer.

The book "The Passion" was very successful and turned into a sharp knife in the hands of Koin Yishu, which stabbed all the readers and every stab was fatal.

"Too strong, really amazing." Takao Hiroyuki exhaled heavily, and then he put the book on the table a little heavily. It was likely that his heart was stabbed hard by Ju, and he couldn't recover for a while.

The other people in the office also remained silent. If they didn't have the Boat Notes in their hands, they would probably feel despair.

Everyone knew how powerful Xiaoyuan Yishu was, but no one expected that during the period when he did not publish books, he would grow to this extent; a level that would make people feel desperate if they stood on the opposite side of him.

At this time, they began to envy Kazuya Oshima.

That lucky bastard, just because he got hold of Xiaoyuan Yishu's manuscript by chance, he can rest on his laurels for the rest of his life, and he will even be remembered by history because of Xiaoyuan Yishu's existence.

How can we stop such a person, how can we fight him?

It's like standing in front of a mountain with a rusty and old pickaxe in your hand. Just thinking about it makes me feel despair.

They looked towards the editor-in-chief. Gao Wei closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. He was afraid.

“If I were to say what I was like before, I would have thought we were already in a losing situation,” he said. But then his voice suddenly rose, echoing in the office and hitting the ears of all the editors: “I don’t think we’re going to lose this round.”

In front of everyone's eyes, Gao Wei clenched his fist and pounded it hard. His voice was sonorous and powerful: "I have said before that the Book of the Boat is a good book. We will admit that the enemy is strong, but we cannot deny our own strength."

He was giving these poor editors hope, and in fact hope did lie with them.

The giant is certainly scary, but not many people can see him clearly, so there must be a sense of distance between them.

He felt that this was the point where the situation could be turned around. They would not think about killing the giants or becoming giants.

When everyone is looking up, they only need to hand them a cloak in time and tell them to remember to put on more clothes as the weather is cold.

Although it is easy to be ignored, when you think of the people around you, the uncontrollable desire to make up for what you owe will be like the rolling waves, endless and long-lasting. (End of this chapter)