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Mihua magazine, the new intern editor Maeda Teruki rubbed his black eye sockets, and wrote a rejection message in the dialog box, "I'm sorry, your manuscript is very good, but the style of writing is not in line with our company's culture, please continue to work hard" .

"Too bad, we are responsible for the reasoning and supernatural sections, right? Why would anyone want to use the literature of youth pain to submit a manuscript?" Teruki Maeda irritatedly took a big sip of black coffee, "Senior, are you right? Senior? "

He yelled a few times, but there was no response. The neon lights outside the window were flickering, and it was almost nine o'clock at night.

"If he was calling Editor Yamashita, he has already left work." The young man sitting opposite Teruki Maeda smiled wryly, "Only us interns are still here to work overtime."

"Bullying newcomers?" Teruki Maeda sighed, "I really want to sign a writer with super potential to become a gold medal editor that everyone envies. Maybe the year-end bonus can be doubled, and I can also travel to Hokkaido."

"People always have dreams, maybe they will come true." The young man joked, "Go to work, I want to get off work before midnight."

"This is no longer 996 but 007. At least give me a Bond girl-level girlfriend to motivate people." Teruki Maeda clicked on a new post and said sarcastically, "In reality, only corpses and ghosts accompany us. "

As an editor of a veteran publishing house, Teruki Maeda has to read nearly a thousand manuscripts every day, and his work intensity is basically comparable to that of changing a composition for the college entrance examination. If he cannot be attracted at the beginning, he will hardly read it anymore.

Who made this an era of highly developed reasoning novels? His reasoning and supernatural sections have even topped the list of books most recommended by bookstore clerks for several times.

Maeda Teruki has been very fond of mystery novels since he was in junior high school. He can even recite Mr. Kudo Yusaku’s Dark Night Baron series backwards. Every night when he can’t sleep, he will take it out and revisit it. The more he reads, the better he has survived countless overnight.

"Why is there no work that can fascinate people all night?" Maeda Teruki took another sip of coffee while shifting his attention to the computer, "Please, I am willing to exchange the hair on my pillow for New spiritual food!"

[In the castle deep in the dusk, there lives a family with a crow as its emblem.The Duke on the throne wears a black crow mask all day long, even his children have never seen the Duke’s true face...] [The roses in the garden are blooming and rotten, and the crows standing on the thorns are pecking at humans His eyeballs, the bloodshot pupils still lingering in warmth, solidified the substantive fear. 】【The Duke walked to the terrace with a gorgeous scepter, reached out and stroked the skull inlaid on the top of the scepter, his pupils hidden under the mask were cold, but there was a smile in his voice: "I can't say anything nice. my mouth, and cutting off my tongue makes me even more happy.”]…

Not stingy in the description of the environment, meticulous, a little foreshadowing, the dark family with secret activities, the Duke of Crow who never shows his true colors, and the opening few words exaggerate the eerie atmosphere.

It's not a creepy horror, but a silent erosion, a little bit more weight on the heart, like a nerve-eating ghost.

Teruki Maeda swallowed the coffee in his mouth along with his saliva, cold sweat wet his forehead, his hands were so cold and stiff that he couldn't hold the mouse, his eyes were fixed on the screen, as if his soul had been sucked away.

As the text unfolds, Duke Raven's cruelty and tyranny are scalp-numbing.

He makes children motherless, corrupts the faithful, and takes pleasure in turning the faithful into devils.

He loves power and longevity so much, he ordered people to offer sacrifices for him: a fresh, vital child's heart.

He is a crow devouring carrion, a freak devil in the shadows, some people follow him and believe in him, some people hate him deeply.

Until one day, Duke Crow lightly ordered a village that disobeyed him to be burned down. Half of his face was destroyed by the fire, so the boy who looked like a ghost struggled to crawl out from the bottom of the well.

The boy changed his name and surname, and walked into the castle in the dusk full of hatred.

……

Teruki Maeda slid the mouse with trembling fingers, and looked at the following with anticipation and fear, not noticing that the pointer on the clock hanging on the wall pointed to the position of 03:30 in the morning.

The young man sitting across from him had already packed his briefcase, and wanted to invite Maeda Teruki to catch the last train together, but found that his colleague was staring at his computer as if he had lost his soul, his eyes were frighteningly dull.

It was really scary in the middle of the night.

The cold night wind blew through the cracks of the unclosed windows, and the young man shivered. The countless ghost novels he read today made his imaginative imagination fill up a lot of scary urban legends.

He didn't dare to stay in the company with only one person left. After turning off the incandescent lamp in the spirit of energy saving and environmental protection, the young man raised his voice through a corridor: "Mr. Maeda, I'm leaving first! Remember to lock the door!"

Maeda Teruki didn't give him the slightest reaction, his black face looked like a blood-losing vampire under the pale reflection of the computer, the young man ran away with trembling legs, Maeda Teruki was the only one left in the empty office.

He was eager to see the ending, and wanted to know how the young man would destroy this century-old horror family by himself.

[The young man humbly bowed his back to his enemy, hiding the gnawing coldness in his eyes: "Master Duke, I wonder if you have heard the legend of the 'Fountain of Youth'?"] [The Duke of Crow stroked the crow that was sitting on his shoulder , because the voice of the young man was tinged with enthusiasm: "...can you bring me the fountain of youth?"] Mysterious and terrifying, so that even the closest children have never seen his true face, the Duke of Crow yearns for power and longevity.

He has won the supreme right, but the shadow of death hangs over his heart forever.

Once a person dies, he turns to dust.The money and power of the past are just fat left for future generations to snatch, he doesn't want to accept it, he can't accept it!

【"If you can bring me the Fountain of Youth, I am willing to share the power I have with you. You will be my dear friend. I swear in the name of the crow that this statement is true."]…

The boy brought back the spring water that could stop time for Duke Crow. Duke Crow held the Fountain of Youth as a treasure, and praised his friend's bravery and wisdom, but never mentioned the power and status he promised.

[The young man said: "Dear Duke, I don't need your property and power, I just want to tell you a story."] The young man asked for secrecy to drive away the servants in the banquet hall, and all the attention of Duke Crow was captured. Attracted by the spring water in his hand, he let the boy approach a little bit, with an ulterior thought in his heart: the boy must die, and it is enough for him to enjoy the secret of the fountain of youth alone.

The duke sprinkled poison in the celebration wine and mixed poisonous fruit in the meat, but the boy did not drink a sip of the wine or eat a sip of the meat.

His lean physique, made strong by his long adventures, contrasted with that of Duke Raven, who was reclining in an ottoman.

【"Dear Duke, do you still remember the Zhuangzi that you burned down 12 years ago?" 】【The rough hemp rope is strung around the Duke's pale neck, his toes are gradually lifted off the ground, the whites of his eyes are rolled up, and there seems to be a mouthful of thick phlegm stuck in his throat. 】【Duke Crow was hanged on his throne. The young man looked at the heavy crow mask on his face, and was a little curious: What does the guy who uses the mask to show people all day long want to hide? 】【He lifted the mask, and saw under the mask...】

"Huh." Maeda Teruki gasped and lay back on the swivel chair, his mood fluctuated with the teenager's revenge, as if he was on a roller coaster leading to an unknown abyss, under the fear was an incomparable spiritual enjoyment.

"Adept at describing the characters in reverse, ironic and exaggerated brushstrokes, but delicate and direct to the heart, the crime of human nature and self-justification are integrated with the storyline, easy to read and horrifying to think about, I declare that this is the best book I have read this year. Best story ever!"

"It's great...it's really great! Which teacher's work is this?" Teruki Maeda sat up straight from the swivel chair, and hurriedly looked up the pen name of the contributor, feeling extremely hot inside.

It's five o'clock in the morning, the sky has already turned pale, and the world is waking up from the silence.Maeda Teruki, who stayed up all night, showed no signs of kidney failure, and was so excited that he could run naked in the street and fight a bear.

The mouse was spinning around like a mindless fly, Maeda Teruki took a few deep breaths before steadying his hand, and put the cursor on the column of the contributor, where the name of the work and the pen name of the author were written.

Death of the Nameless, by Shuji Tsushima