Writer saves the world

Saving people is no different than saving cats—at least in Oda Sakunosuke's eyes.

Give him a nest, give him food, scrub him with medicine, and add two drops of deworming medicine to prevent fleas.It was the first time for Oda Sakunosuke to do these things. The process of saving people was far more cumbersome than killing people, but it neither bored him nor brought him any moving or happy emotions.

It seems to be the same feeling as killing someone.

When the opponent finally woke up from the coma, Oda Sakunosuke put a gun on the opponent's head without hesitation.

"Don't move," he said, his body tensed like a bowstring.

The young man opened his eyes and looked at him with a blank look. It took him a few seconds to understand his situation a little bit, and he let out a soft "ah" - Oda Sakunosuke greeted many people's heads with a gun, Few people can appear so calm.

"You didn't have insurance." Erye Tingming politely exposed the fact that the boy in front of him had no intention of killing, and then thanked him, "You saved me...Thank you for your help."

This flesh/body with a structure similar to that of a human being has been properly taken care of after fainting, and has been relieved from the extreme weakness of being unable to maintain movement. Although the deeper hunger and emptiness are far from a problem that can be solved by a shot of glucose, at least It allowed him to avoid the dark history of staying in place and starving to death, which would be laughed at by his kind until the end of the world.

Erye Tingming sincerely expressed his gratitude, "...I might have died without you. Thank you very, very much."

"Ah...you're welcome." It took Oda Sakunosuke a little effort to force the answer dryly out of his mouth.He was not a character with a sharp tongue, and he didn't consider the need for face-to-face social rhetoric at all when saving people.Just like you rescued a cat, you would not consider that the cat will make sounds other than meow.

If Erye Tingming was hostile to him, he might be able to deal with it more skillfully.

Fortunately, Erye Tingming didn't insist on him being able to answer anything. He knew what kind of person he was with the unwavering cold eyes of Sakunosuke Kami Oda. Turn the topic to what you are really interested in.

"Are you reading?" He gestured to the three books on the side, and quickly followed the second half of the sentence to avoid continuing the silence, "Is it good?"

Two of the three books were neatly stacked, and one was half-opened, indicating that Sakunosuke Oda was reading it before he woke up—this must be a good set of books, and he smelled an unusually sweet, "food" aroma.

Erye Tingming felt even hungrier.

"Well, it looks good." Oda Sakunosuke subconsciously answered his question, paused for a moment and then continued, "I think it's very good-looking... The characters are very distinctive, and the story is very interesting, especially some plot twists. , I read it several times and still feel that the design is really ingenious, as if I live in a different world from the author."

"and also--"

Apparently, the topic of the topic piqued the interest of Oda Sakunosuke, and he didn't want to summarize the book's merits with simple good looks.He had a lot of post-reading reactions, which made his throat tickle when he realized it, and he couldn't spit out fast.

But he stopped the car in time, looked at Erye Tingming for a moment, and the thousand words he hadn't said turned into a sentence: "Do you want to take a look?"

The other person's eyes told him that this was a potential object who was willing to eat his Amway.

"Of course, I'd love to."

Oda Sakunosuke looked Futaba Tingming up and down again, carefully judged his threat, put the gun where he could easily get it, and handed it to Futaba Tingming [-].His eyes seemed to be empty, but also seemed to have some expectation that he couldn't explain clearly.

But Futaba Tingming didn't care what Oda Sakunosuke was thinking, once the book was in his hands, he couldn't expect him to see other things in his eyes.It is true that the binding of this set of books is not very exquisite, it can be seen that it has been published for some years, and the pages are yellowed and the corners are worn and the printing is not very clear...

But it doesn't detract from its deliciousness.

Erye Tingming read every line and paragraph hungrily, swallowing the ups and downs of the characters' entanglement stories into his belly.This is not an exquisite kaiseki meal, but a large piece of sweet biscuit for emergency food. It is stuffed with starch, granulated sugar and all the elements that can bring satiety. It is just right for hypoglycemic patients like Erye Tingming who are about to faint from starvation .

He read the first, second and second volumes in one go, and he didn't regain his senses until the end, as if he had been hit by something.He suspected that he had read it wrong, so he flipped through the front again, only to confirm that the ending of the last few pages had really been cut away, and he couldn't help but look at Oda Sakunosuke - the other party was holding the first volume he had finished reading to read the first part. How many times have I known that the body is in a relaxed posture completely off guard.

This is by no means in line with the performance of a killer's professionalism, but when Erye Tingming was indulging in the book, the wonderful and peaceful atmosphere created around him made people involuntarily want to relax, want to... read more What.

Erye Tingming touched Oda Sakunosuke, and showed him the ending of the missing page, "It's gone?"

"Yes, it's gone." Oda Sakunosuke replied, "This set of books should be self-published. The author is not famous and the year is too early. I have searched many bookstores but can't find other editions... I also want to know the last one. What."

He wondered why the killer in the story would give up killing.

Oda Sakunosuke wanted to know why the killer who could only kill was so clumsy that he couldn't even make a living.

Oda Sakunosuke thought about it, and couldn't help but tell Erye Tingming a few more words about the possible development of his guess. Unfortunately, because there are too few relevant clues ahead, he thinks that even the best detective in the world can't help From this the conclusion is deduced.

But—but, please forgive me, at this moment Tingming Erye only has the sentence "the writer is not famous" circulating in his mind just now. This sentence complements the four characters [Natsume Soseki] on the cover, forming a kind of unbelievable Funny contrast.

When he woke up, he was somewhat mentally prepared for the absurdity of this world, but he was still speechless at the moment.

Just... just, it's outrageous.

Oda Sakunosuke saw Futaba Tingming's subtle expression, thought for a while and added: "The person who gave this book to me said that the ending was not well written, so he cut the last few pages. He also said If I really want to see it, maybe it would be better if I write it myself."

He had never had the idea of ​​writing something by himself before, but this inexplicable proposal was too tempting, which made him feel shaken from the bottom of his heart.

Erye Tingming raised his eyebrows, pulled away from the speechless emotion just now, and asked with interest: "So you plan to write it yourself?"

Oda Sakunosuke nodded, and said the decision he had just made today: "I want to give it a try."

This thought, he guessed, might be something similar to a dream.He hadn't owned it before, and it didn't feel bad that he might have it at this time.

"Hmm..." Erye Tingming looked at Sakunosuke Oda, and pulled the corners of his mouth to create a smile, "It's not incomprehensible for that person to say that, if you can write a good ending for this book, then I can start a new life other than killing people."

"No matter what the original ending was written, it will not be better than this ending."

He used his experience as a bookmaker for so many years to guarantee that the boy in front of him would never be more than 14 years old, and he might even have graduated from primary school when he went to school later.Children of this age shouldn't deal with death all day long. Seedlings soaked in darkness and blood for a long time will inevitably have their roots rotted and completely destroyed.

Any capable and conscientious adult who encounters such a child will definitely want to try to save him.

Moreover, Futaba Tingming smelled the attractive aroma of grain reserves on Oda Sakunosuke - it could make him feel this way, indicating that the other party is most likely the peer of a certain writer, in other words, as long as he waters more and fertilizes frequently Cultivate well, and you will 100% reap sweet literary fruits.

"Speaking of which, I haven't introduced myself yet." Erye Tingming decisively extended a hand of friendship to Oda Sakunosuke, "My name is Erye Tingming, and I just inherited an inheritance, all of which are old books. If possible, I want to use those books to open a bookstore in Yokohama."

As a "book", he was hidden in Yokohama, a city where the fates of literary giants intersect.Open a bookstore here as bait, cast a wide net to focus on fishing, and then write your own to distort the causal line and forcefully increase the drop rate of literary peers. How can you fish out a few rare and limited hidden items that are shining brightly.

Erye Tingming felt the burning hunger of his soul, and first unilaterally enclosed Oda Sakunosuke in his vegetable garden.

Gone are the good old days when food was delivered to his mouth while lying down. In his current form, he has to eat through "" method.

But the premise is that he must have a book to read.

"I am Oda Sakunosuke." The boy held the young man's slender white fingertips with callused hands, and Oda Sakunosuke imitated Futaba Teimaki's sentence pattern to respond, "I want to write in the future...if possible."

"Of course." Erye Tingming tried his best to control his expression, earnestly and seductively, "There is no entry threshold for literature, let alone you are still so young, it is the best time to do whatever you want."

He showed the posture of a reliable adult, and decently planned a three-step plan for Oda Sakunosuke to become a family.

"First of all," Erye Tingming raised his index finger, "you need to read more books."

"Secondly," he raised his second finger, "you must read good books."

Oda Sakunosuke agreed: "Knowledge reserve is very important."

"Finally, and most importantly," Erye Tingming continued, "You must never hesitate, you can't just think, you must write."

What stays in the mind is called fantasy, and what is written on paper is called literature.Anyone who has tried to write something can feel the subtle but huge difference.

Oda Sakunosuke felt that what he said made sense, so he nodded seriously, saying that he would implement this three-step plan well-at least it sounds more feasible than his plan with only a few words "I want to write" sex.

So Erye Tingming immediately demonstrated to him what is meant by [Don't hesitate]: "Then there is no need to delay, let's go to the bookstore now."

……

The above is why half an hour later, Oda Sakunosuke stood in the largest bookstore in Yokohama, and saw Futaba Tingming's expression change from panic to petrification to gray and white numbness, as if the books on the bookshelf were some indescribable ghosts and ghosts.

Well, for Erye Tingming, the books on the bookshelf are more terrifying than demons and ghosts. They can be called the worst event he has encountered since his birth. In the future, he may wake up from a nightmare because of this. die together.

Although saying this is not very respectful to the author of the book, when Erye Tingming reached for the book on the shelf, he felt that what he got was not a book, but some spoiled food with a rotten smell.

In order to understand the literary tastes of this world and this era, Erye Tingming bit the bullet and repeatedly picked a book with a less terrible taste. After reading the first three chapters, he still felt his stomach was overwhelmed, and he had to endure physical discomfort to read it repeatedly. In order to squeeze out a little bit of nutrients that can be absorbed by him.

To borrow the words of a certain writer, it is "the only thing I admire about you is that such things have the courage to publish."*

With trembling hands, Erye Tingming put the book back in the best-selling area, reluctantly moved to the classical literature area in the corner where no one cared about it, and touched a copy of "Pillow Grass" nearby to wash his brain.The literary works that existed on the previous world line could not bring him any nutritional supplements, but no matter how nutritious and delicious it was, it was delicious, and the past few pages successfully diluted the terrible taste that made him dizzy.

The scariest story is that in a huge bookstore, classic literature is just a pitiful bookshelf.Under the impact of the garbage dump-like smell, Erye Tingming deeply understood why he was on the verge of starving to death.

Literature can be down to earth, but not down to earth!

In his heart, he pulled out the Corruptor and the Time Traveling Army together and whipped the corpse a hundred times, Erye Tingming looked at Oda Sakunosuke who came back empty-handed after wandering around, and invited, "Why don't you go to my side to have a look? Although they are all old books, I haven't had time to tidy them up yet...but the quality of the books is better than here."

He would never allow such a good literary potential stock to be poisoned by the spoiled food of this garbage world.

Swear by his dignity as a book.