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But it was this kind of horror that sublimated the relationship between the siblings to another level.

Before the two brothers and sisters were kidnapped, they quarreled with each other and even disliked each other. The older sister even made the younger brother swim back and forth in the stinky canal. But when life and death were at stake, the older sister showed her firm belief in letting the younger brother live and gave everything to protect him. he.

How should I put it, it was like a touch of warmth in the darkness.

He spread out the manuscript paper, ready to pick up a pen to praise this article and give it a big praise.

Although many book reviewers have paid attention to Yuuto Akihara, he still feels that he should support him.

It is rare for a newcomer to write such an article!

[35.Chapter 35 Who is to blame]

At 9 o'clock in the evening, the office worker Masaaki Shimamoto also tried to contribute to the sales of "New Novel".

It's just a coincidence that he went to several bookstores in a row, but was told by the clerk apologetically: "Sorry, this book is sold out, please come back tomorrow."

But he doesn't have the patience to wait until tomorrow, or rather, he hates "tomorrow" very much.

His identity, to put it bluntly, is an ordinary office worker, and to put it bluntly, he is a social animal. His job is sales—according to his own words, he wakes up earlier than a chicken every day, goes to bed later than a dog, and works hard. More than cows.

Doing this line of work undoubtedly faces enormous work pressure.

When he comes to the company in the morning, his superiors will ask him about his performance this week, and he needs to further communicate with customers.During the lunch break, colleagues would make insinuations and inquire about his performance rankings.When visiting the client, the client told him impatiently to contact him "tomorrow" or next time.

Under such pressure, he can't wait to split one day into two. In fact, he has slept less than 5 hours a day for a month.

Because of this, he tried to find a sustenance for himself.

After trying many things, he discovered the most time-saving and labor-saving hobby-mystery novels, and became more and more addicted to it.

While thinking wildly, he went to the fourth bookstore. Seeing that others were about to close, he hurried forward and said politely to a female clerk who was arranging books: "Excuse me, may I have the latest issue of "New Bookstore" by Mandanshe? Novel?"

The female clerk who was asked by him was Sugihara Aisa who was moved by the story of "Xiaoshi and Yoko" before. She subconsciously wanted to respond that it was sold out, but she opened her mouth slightly, but did not say it.

She suddenly remembered that she had bought the last book of this issue of "New Novel" and was about to take it home to read.

She intentionally rejected the middle-aged man in front of her, but her heart softened for a moment when she saw him sweating profusely.

This guest must also be a loyal fan of Mr. Qiuyuan. It seems that he has gone to many stores, otherwise he would not be so tired.

She thought for a while, put down her hands, bowed slightly and said with a smile: "There is one more, please wait a moment, my guest."

After saying this, she turned around and walked towards the staff room.

Seeing Sugihara Aisa's actions, Masaaki Shimamoto cheered up. He wiped off his sweat and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. It seems that there is no need to go to the fifth bookstore.

After a while, he saw Sugihara Aisa brought back the books he had been thinking about, and immediately thanked him and paid the money.

Seeing that the bookstore was about to close, he turned around and walked out the door, walked to the street lamp on the street, and started reading with the help of the lamp.

The light was a bit dim, shining on the paper, making the words on the paper a bit blurry.

But he didn't realize it, and was completely immersed in the plot development of the story.

In his mind, a lonely and dark room appeared out of thin air. In this room, the siblings started to survive in a panic.

In the non-stop reading, he saw the scene of the murderer's attack from the perspective of his younger brother, and felt a kind of fear from the bottom of his heart:

"My head was on the outside of the tunnel.

I saw that the woman who was chatting with me just now has turned into a hill of flesh and blood...

a man.He stood in front of a pile of flesh that could not be called a human body, with his back to me.If he was facing in my direction, maybe I would be spotted by him right away.

I couldn't see the man's face, but I could see that he was holding a power saw that was making a lot of noise.I finally understood that sometimes I heard the sound of a machine outside the door, and it turned out to be the electric saw.

The man stood upright, showing no emotion at all, but stabbed the saw into the pile of meat several times to make the meat pieces smaller.At this moment, the red thing splashed all of a sudden, falling all over the room.

The whole room turned blood red. "

After watching this clip, Masaaki Shimamoto subconsciously took two deep breaths, but he wiped off his cold sweat and continued to read.

After a long time, he finished reading all the content.

In addition to the horror implied in the story, he was also shocked by the humanity embodied in the story itself.

A woman saw the fragments of corpses flowing in the canal and knew that the murderer killed and mutilated the corpses every day.

Another woman knew that she was going to die, so she gave all her belongings to her younger brother who swam from the canal, and told him to live.But facing the murderer who was about to open the door, she hugged her brother subconsciously, almost putting him in trouble together.

When her elder sister was facing death, she resolutely sacrificed her own hope of survival for her younger brother to live on, hugged the murderer, and asked her younger brother to lock her and the murderer behind the unlocked gate.

All these scenes, one after another, appeared in his mind one after another, making him tremble uncontrollably.

At this moment, all the troubles accumulated in the workplace and family life were all left behind by him.

There was an incredible trembling that spread from the depths of his soul to the surface of his body.

……

While Masaaki Shimamoto was immersed in the story, Kohei Takei and his female assistant were having a meeting in the conference room.

Kohei Takei sat on the office chair, read "Seven Rooms" carefully, then raised his head, and asked seriously to the assistant next to him who was reading, "Misaki, what do you think of this story?"

Misaki Sawako hadn't read the full text yet, but she heard the sternness in Takei Kohei's mouth, she shrank her head subconsciously, and timidly said: "I think the writing is very good."

Takei Kohei stared at her for a while, and Misaki Sawako subconsciously felt his scalp tingle, and couldn't help but softly said: "Takei Kohei, is there something wrong with what I said?"

She was really a little frightened by the other party's eyes.

Takei Kohei raised his head slightly, with a "politician" smile on his face again, and then became fierce again.

He picked up the magazine on the table, threw it on his assistant, and said sharply: "Since you know that others are good, why did you reject the manuscript in the first place!?"

Misaki Sawako let out a cry of pain, but she didn't dare to cover the place where she was hit.

She was a little panicked for a moment.

When Takei Kohei had something to do, he arranged the manuscript for her and asked her to write the rejection letter directly. She thought that this matter was already settled.

Later, she pushed this job to Aiko Asano. Although the other party told her that the article was well written, she didn't take it seriously and let him handle it by herself.

Unexpectedly, the other party's article actually led to the reprint of "New Novel".

She looked at Takei Kohei, whose face was getting colder, and was stunned, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Yes, besides me, who else can I put the blame on?