I survive in a high-risk world by writing essays

I suffered from insomnia for many days in a row.

It's not because the door to the new world suddenly opens, even when it doesn't happen, I often lose sleep.

It’s just that this time it’s a little bit more serious. When I’m asleep, I’ll suddenly wake up in a dream because of the sense of nothingness. I don’t know if it’s a hallucination. After waking up, it’s hard to fall asleep again. I just stare at the ceiling and stare blankly for a while. , I couldn’t sleep, so I sat up and put on my clothes to write down the inspiration.

Although I was working on the outline of love light novels with the idea of ​​transformation, but somehow I came up with some weird and scary inspirations.

Every time I suffer from insomnia or nightmares, it is always easy to have many scary inspirations.

Just like this dream.

Before waking up, I still had a dream of eating in a restaurant.

Unfortunately, this is not a food-related dream. If we want to talk about the theme, it should be 'Monster Restaurant'.

I sat around a circular table with a group of people who couldn't see their faces clearly. A chef with four hands stood in the middle of the circular table, holding different kitchen utensils in his four hands, and the huge chopping board was cut open. Belly arachnids and minotaur...people?

The chef's four hands are divided into different roles, the one who hangs the soup, the one who frys the steak, the one who cuts the corpse, and still has one hand free to serve the food.

I sat in my seat and couldn't move. A bloody steak was quickly placed in front of me, decorated with a big eyeball that was cut in half, and the other diners looked very happy.

When the last batch of ingredients was used up, the cook walked into the circular table and directly pulled out a diner, put it on the chopping board, raised the knife and dropped it, cooking skillfully.

Only then can I see clearly what other diners look like.They're all gigantic and grotesquely shaped, and there's a human-like me mixed in that doesn't fit in, especially those monsters staring at me covetingly while eating, almost saying 'It's your turn soon! 'Written on the forehead.

Ignoring these, I think that if the scene in this dream can be drawn in the style of ukiyo-e, it should be very interesting.

I even thought of a name, it's called "Hell's Canteen".

Simple, crisp, and straightforward.

If you are in the mood, then write a short story... Wait, no, didn't I promise to write a few light love novels without brains to adjust my mood? ? ?

I have already gradually stopped writing the first few paragraphs on the paper, and looked down at the messy draft paper.

Forget it, it doesn’t matter, anyway, I have saved hundreds or dozens of this kind of beginning, let’s put it away for now.

I put the draft paper into my inspiration essay box, closed the lid, and then saw that the time was almost dawn, so I lost my thoughts of lying back and continuing to stare at the ceiling in a daze, and put on an extra coat, I plan to go out for a walk in the early morning when there are few people.

The weather in Tokyo has warmed up in April, and the occasional cherry blossom trees on the road have bloomed very well, but it is still a bit chilly in the early morning.I slowed down and walked slowly, and my mood gradually calmed down. I felt that my whole body seemed to become light in the quiet and refreshing air in the early morning.

After I took a walk on the quiet road in Yazhao Town and sat for a while at the children's leisure space with slides and swings, my anxious state of mind due to the sleep during this period has almost recovered.

As time went by, the sky became brighter, and more and more people came out. I got up and went back to my residence.

When I walked to the door of the residence, I received a text message.

[No. 1, Nagoya, unemployed, just broke up, drunk last night;

On the 2nd, in Osaka, the company suffered economic losses and was about to face layoffs, and made a small profit from horse racing;

No. 3, Chiba, was detained for theft. 】

I stared at the content of the text message for a while, then replied to the text message, 【Got it. 】

The sender is a private detective. No. 1, No. 2, and No. 3 represent three people respectively. This kind of observation and report text message will be sent once a week, and it has been going on for almost five years.

These three people live in different cities and have different life experiences. The only intersection they have is that they went to the same high school in the same city.

Speaking of private detectives, I suddenly thought of something, and then sent a message to the private detective, [Mr. Tianjin, is it convenient to talk? 】

Not long after the text message was sent, the other party called me very aggressively, 'Miss Ibuki, please speak. '

"Is anyone else available from your private detective agency? I want to ask you to check something for me." I said.

'Yes, please say. '

"Just help me find out if there is any inside story behind some accidents and vicious cases in recent years, whether there are any groups or institutions involved, or some unnatural phenomena." I thought for a while and added another sentence, "If there is danger, you can give up at any time."

'Is there any more? '

"...Then help me collect some information about the curse." I wasn't sure if they knew that this curse was not another curse, so I vaguely gave a general direction.

'OK. '

The order was placed successfully, and I sent a large commission fee to the account of the private detective firm.

Alright, since it has been entrusted, there is nothing else to do next, I just need to wait for the result.

Nothing happened the next week.

As my mood improved, my insomnia symptoms also improved a bit. I resumed my routine in Tottori. I wrote a little leisurely every day, took the general out for a stroll in the morning and evening, and lived an enviable freelance life.

Just when I was about to forget that I still had a social animal editor, the editor who had been busy for a long time finally found out that I had moved.

——Because in the "three review and three proofreading" link of the publication, there is also a link for the author to revise and confirm.Editor Zhongxiang worked overtime for the typesetting and proofreading of the second volume of "The Reef" for almost two weeks, only to find out that the author he was in charge of moved out without a word.

——What can he do, he can only coax the baby novelist of his own publishing house, ask where the person has moved now, and then bring the manuscript that needs to be revised to the door for revision.

I received a call from editor Zhongxiang when I was planning to go out for a walk in the afternoon. After telling me where I lived, editor Zhongxiang said that he would come right away.

Because the headquarters of the publishing house is in Tokyo.

After leading the general to the door, I hung up the phone and looked at the general for a while.

"It seems that you can't go out now, General." I said to the General.

The general seemed to understand what I said, and his tail drooped in frustration.

After a while, editor Zhongxiang arrived.

With manuscripts that need to be revised and proofread.

As I said before, Editor Zhongxiang's appearance is quite popular, which is completely in line with the image of social animals in people's impressions.Glasses + suit, that is, the moss on the head is exaggerated, and the hair in the front is almost close to the nose of the plane. It is hard to imagine how a person can perfectly integrate social animals and bad temperament.

However, I often suspect that it is because of this hairstyle that editor Zhongxiang is the only successful man in their office who has found a partner and married.

Cough... Too many digressions.

In view of the fact that I sometimes procrastinate, after the editor Zhongxiang sent the manuscript that needed to be revised, he planned to sit here and wait for me to finish the revision and take it back.

"The Reef" is a short story, and the whole book does not exceed 15 words. I wrote [-] words in the first volume, and the second volume is about the same. Most of the others are probably illustrations. After reading the entire book, I can use it to modify it. Not for long.

"Okay." I agreed straight away, and then discussed with Editor Zhongxiang, "But I won't have time to go out for a walk with the dog. Editor Zhongxiang, you're bored just sitting, why don't you walk the dog for me?"

Editor Nakago would generally not refuse such trivial matters, so he agreed after thinking about it, but before he left, he cast a sharp look, "Then Mr. Kuroshio can't be lazy?"

...Just for an hour and a half, what kind of image am I in the eyes of my editor?

"By the way, there is another letter from readers. I also brought it to Mr. Kuroshio, and I put it in the sample booklet." After speaking, editor Nakago led the general out.

I flipped through the sample book, and as expected, I found a letter from a reader in it.

Now that various social software media are popular, it is rare to communicate in the form of letters. Readers generally leave messages on Twitter. Who would write a special letter to send?

I flipped through the letters from readers, because I still had business to do, so I didn't rush to open them, put the letters aside, and began to revise the manuscript of the second volume of "The Reef".

What kind of story is the reef?

It was just an idea that just popped into my head at the time, like Hell's Kitchen.This story takes place in an extremely remote seaside village.It is said to be a village, but in fact there are only a couple of fishermen left.

One day, a fisherman encountered a storm when he went out to sea to fish. The fishing boat was overturned by the waves and died in the sea.

The fisherman's wife searched in vain for several days, and when she was about to give up, she found the unconscious fisherman and the wooden fragments of the fishing boat among the reefs near the coast.

At first the fisherman's wife was just happy, but gradually, the fisherman's wife found that the fisherman became a little strange.He often went to the coast to stay for a whole day, and he became even more reticent. When he slept at night, even though the fisherman's back was turned to her, the fisherman's wife often felt that he was being watched.

Until one day, she opened the fisherman's hair in a daze, and saw the chaotic and upside-down face on the back of her head.

The fisherman and his wife were suddenly sobered up.

The moment the 'fisherman' was exposed, his human appearance faded, and a strange monster appeared in front of the fisherman's wife.

[Curved horns, black hair, upside-down facial features, human face behind the head. ]

As I continued to practice, I saw this description again, and my eyes stopped.