Writer saves the world

Oda Sakunosuke politely declined Futaba Teimaru's invitation.

After all, all three-year-olds know that they can’t just go home with strangers they don’t know. Before they somehow picked them up and then ran to the bookstore in a daze.

Seeing his refusal, Erye Tingming didn't force it, "Then if I sort out some good-looking books, I'll bring them to you next time." He then confirmed with Oda Sakunosuke, "You probably won't move away for the time being, right? ?”

Oda Sakunosuke thought for a moment, nodded and replied, "Not in the short term."

He is currently "borrowing" in an abandoned villa on the outskirts of the city. That villa used to be a private house where a certain capitalist placed an outhouse. After the capitalist died of bankruptcy, it gradually fell into disrepair. wild cat.

Compared with the safe houses in the city that can only be bought with painstaking efforts, this free main house is more hidden from the eyes and ears. The wild cat is a natural warning line, which is more subtle and sensitive than any sophisticated equipment.And the quality of life here is higher than in the slums where anyone can disappear.

At least Oda Sakunosuke was very satisfied with the soft and springy imported mattress in the master bedroom, and he didn't care that there was a large dark brown dry blood stain on it.

He couldn't think of any reason to move away from such a nice place.

So Futaba Tingming made an appointment with Oda Sakunosuke for the next meeting, and reluctantly watched the little beet disappear at the end of the road.

Oda Sakunosuke didn't buy books, but he bought manuscript paper and pens and inks in the bookstore. It would be great if he had already written some excellent works when we met next time.Erye Tingming looked forward to it for a while, and then looked at the time. It was already the moment when the sun was about to set, far away from his initial plan to go back quickly.

"I have to hurry up." Erye Tingming said to himself. Of course, he has serious things to do when he writes himself. Writing about himself consumes much more energy than others writing about him. He "creates" out of thin air. The consumption of something is even greater. He almost starved to death as soon as he landed. It may not be due to excessive energy consumption.

The works of Natsume Soseki in this world barely make up for a little energy gap, but it is far from enough energy.Erye Tingming decided not to use his abilities casually until he found a stable and high-quality food source, but at the same time summoned his own body, and smoothly wrote on the blank pages.

[Erye Tingming picked up five hundred yen on the side of the street—a small coin, which was lying dirty and old under the vending machine for an unknown number of years. 】

【He worked very hard to take out the money from under the vending machine. 】

[This coin is only enough to buy a bottle of drink in the vending machine, but it is also enough to exchange for the cheapest chip in the underground casino in the corner of the city. 】

The daytime in Yokohama is desolate and desolate. The war has emptied most of the city’s vitality, but the world hidden on the other side of the city is still very lively. Before the night falls, the lights can’t wait to light up, singing and dancing, and the money is here. Turning back and forth, like a huge invisible vortex.

Erye Tingming walked a little half of Yokohama before reaching the door, looking up at the shiny bright signboard of the casino, like looking at a shiny ATM machine.

He wants to get some money from here.

Erye Tingming can be said to be the most common sense of life among his kind, so he is very aware of the importance of money, for example, a penny is hard for a hero, for example, money can make a ghost turn a millstone.He spent so much energy writing himself, the first thing in the plan is to earn a start-up capital as soon as possible—not to mention anything else, the pile of tattered old books in the castle tower, even if it is just a bag Covers all cost money to buy wrapping paper.

And when there is not enough energy to create wealth out of thin air, there is no place more economical than a gaming table.

The guards of the casino easily let Tingming Erye through the door, even if he only paid five hundred yen, his pretty face and young body can be automatically converted into valuable chips.

Erye Tingming walked around the field, and after a short observation, he stuffed the only [-] yen chips into the slot machine in the corner.This is the game with the lowest entry threshold in the game. Pull the handle pattern to scroll, and you can know whether your luck is good or bad today in less than three seconds.

Erye Tingming knew it faster, he had already written today's ending before he entered the casino.

[Dingling, clattering. 】

[The chips are rolling out like running water. 】

[In the blink of an eye, he is worth a hundred times. 】

Gambling is a mathematical game, but at a deeper level, it is a game of pure luck, and for Erye Tingming, the victory of the game of luck is equivalent to a few short sentences on a blank paper.The energy cost of influencing the outcome of this inherently uncertain game is low, and at the same time, you can get rich overnight faster and more reasonably than any other business.

Erye Tingming picked up the chips rolled out of the machine one by one, and the clever waiter brought him a tray of chips, luring him to the more "fun" game next to him.

【He lost a lot, but won even more. 】

"It seems that I have good luck today." Erye Tingming squeezed the chips, and took the initiative to walk towards the young guard who was staring at him.

His luck today is really good, this young guard is another tempting little beet that exudes the aroma of food in his soul, even smells more tempting than Oda Sakunosuke, the hunger that he had finally suppressed began to gurgle Take it out.

"What do you think?" Erye Tingming glanced over the name tag on the guard's chest, smiled and called him by name: "Mr. Lan Tang?"

This guard named Lan Tang seems to be very afraid of the cold. He still wears plush earmuffs and gloves in this warm room. If the guards had not all been wearing uniforms, he would probably immediately wrap himself three layers inside and outside three layers. , so as not to turn blue from the cold.

"I hope so." Lan Tang answered concisely.He was not very willing to talk to Erye Tingming, he just stared at this guest to see if he was doing something wrong, until the colleague next to him couldn't see it and pushed him, Lan Tang reluctantly opened his mouth to deal with it One sentence.

"Okay, I won't disturb your work much." Erye Tingming didn't bother, just took out one from his own chip and stuffed it into Lantang's pocket, "Nice to meet you." He said with a smile .

After the previous rounds of games, the chips in his hand have risen from [-] yen each to [-] yen each, which can be called generous as a tip for talking.

Lan Tang frowned and sized him up, lingering on Erye Tingming's face for a few seconds before softening his expression, nodding and saying, "Thank you."

He doesn't like this kind of teasing tips, but recently... to be precise, in the past two years, he really needs more money to support his life. At least this time, the person who struck up a conversation was a young and beautiful young man, and he didn't meet him once. Just tried to put my hands on his ass.

It's like really just want to get to know him and be a friend.

Lan Tang twitched the corners of his mouth, forcing himself to smile.

Erye Tingming blinked at him, turned around and sat back before the blackjack just started.

He had to retreat after playing two more rounds. This casino, which was backed by the port of Mafia, was not a big one.

【When Erye Tingming entered, there was only one [-]-yuan coin in his pocket, and when he left, the coin had turned into dozens of brand new [-]-yuan bills.This is an amount that will not make him too conspicuous, and it is enough to purchase the items he currently needs. 】

Pen, ink and paper, bedding, tables and chairs, and expensive electronic equipment such as mobile phones, computers, and printers.

Erye Tingming bought all the items on his shopping list at one time before the department store closed, and returned to the dilapidated castle tower where he woke up.

The castle tower is located in a narrow corner between time and space, and only this half-roofed house exists in the entire space.The first thing Erye Tingming did when he entered the door was to take a deep breath of the sweet aroma of the famous masterpieces in the room, and let out a contented and happy sigh.

Ah, heaven.

After he was awakened by the world consciousness, all other things were put on hold for a long time, and he devoted himself to sorting out these dilapidated and incomplete books-first pick out the ones that urgently need to be repaired according to the damage, and the ones that are still in good condition are sorted out according to language, subject matter and works. Classified by style.Since there are no bookshelves, books can only be stacked one by one.

Erye Tingming also cleaned out a knife at the bottom of the pile of books. There were scratches and nicks on the blade, but it was still well preserved.He could sense Fusangshen sleeping in the sword, probably the last sword Fusangshen left by the government of time before its complete demise, hoping to add more combat power to the future savior.

Erye Tingming has no research on swords, and he can't tell who it is by looking at the main body. As for waking it up... He tried to feed some energy to the sword before, so he wisely didn't continue to challenge himself. I'm not rich energy storage.

The time government's idea is good, but he can't afford it.

This time Erye Tingming also bought a dustproof cabinet, and the knife in it looked more in line with his status.

After assembling the dust-proof cabinet, putting the knife in, and setting up the foldable coffee table, the castle tower finally looks a bit livable.Erye Tingming spread out the scissors, glue and wrapping paper, picked up one of the damaged books next to him, and started the long repair work.

—— Glue the missing pages carefully, unfold the crumpled pages carefully and flatten them, and carefully stick a thick layer of wrapping paper as the outer cover if the cover is missing, and finally write on the cover and spine one by one A note with the title and author of the book.

The progress of this work is very slow, not because the technical difficulty is so high, but because there are so many delicious foods in front of him, Erye Tingming can't control it, just like he couldn't remember the specific content of a famous writer's masterpiece before Similarly, due to the demise of literary history, many works only left vague and incomplete fragments in his memory, which caused him to always steal food while working, and time passed unknowingly.

Although these works that have disappeared in reality could not bring him any energy supplement, they also greatly improved his mental state under the torture of hunger and anxiety.

To put it more clearly, he felt that he was okay again.

Even this world like a garbage dump is not as good as a line of Baudelaire.

[Mr. Akutagawa copyright warning. 】

The world consciousness murmured about Erye Tingming's random use of famous quotes, Erye Tingming ignored the past as if he could not hear it.He was reviewing the books he had repaired and arranged with a wonderful sense of accomplishment.They have been neatly placed on the newly purchased bookshelf.

Erye Tingming finally adjusted the position of the book, and picked up the one he had chosen.The original scattered pages were pasted back one by one by him, and the corners were trimmed neatly. The cover was wrapped in plain and elegant wrapping paper. Suddenly—this is already a beautiful and decent book whether it is placed on the shelf or taken out for borrowing.

Holding the book, Futaba Teimaki knocked on the door of Oda Sakunosuke's residence after many days.

Perhaps the timing of the arrival was not good, and he noticed the intruder's wild cats running away from afar, and Oda Sakunosuke greeted Futaba Tei again at gunpoint.

"...Next time you can do it in a different way." Erye Tingming held his head that had been hit, tears were about to fall from the pain.

"I thought it was an enemy." Oda Sakunosuke explained that unilaterally resigning from the killer would inevitably attract some wolves and tigers. Before Futaba Tingming came, he had already dealt with several waves of uninvited guests.

Erye Tingming looked at the still-dried blood on the corner of the boy's clothes, "Okay, I forgive you." He skipped the subject, and handed over the book he brought, "I sorted out the books at home, this One I think you should like."

Oda Sakunosuke looked at the book Futaba Teimaki brought, the title and author were written on the cover in black and white.

——Natsume Soseki.

--"I am a cat".

Just look at the author, it is a book that he will definitely be interested in.

The words Natsume Soseki flashed in front of his eyes, and Oda Sakunosuke subconsciously took the book and opened the first page.

【I am a cat. 】

[The name...not yet. 】

……

Erye Tingming sat down next to Oda Sakunosuke, and continued nonchalantly: "Actually, I have quite a lot of books at home."