Writer saves the world

"Mr. Natsume is such an amazing writer!"

This is Oda Sakunosuke's sigh after reading "I Am a Cat".His heart was beating uncontrollably, and his eyes were full of excitement and bright colors.

The unprecedented, never-before-felt strong impact caused his always excellent expression management to collapse.

"It's really amazing... how can he write such, such..."

Oda Sakunosuke muttered incoherently, he couldn't believe that such an excellent writer has been so unknown to this day, so that all the works he brought out were old and broken books.

For the first time in his life, he felt an urge stuck in his heart and throat, to just rush out, grab everyone he could see, and force books into their hands for them to read. Eat your own Amway.

Read it.

Please read it.

Such a masterpiece should not just disappear in the pile of old books.

Teacher Natsume, yyds!

"That's why I want to open a bookstore." Erye Tingming seemed to see through his thoughts, propped his chin and said with a smile, "Since I have so many such good books, I should let more people see them."

"By the way, I still have a few books by Natsume-sensei, I'll bring them to you next time?" Erye Tingming continued, "There are also many books by other authors, although the authors are not well-known, they are all very good. Works, if you are interested, you can come and have a look when my bookstore opens."

Oda Sakunosuke stroked the handwritten title on the cover, and looked at Erye Teimaki, who looked into his eyes with a smile, and put on an innocent look without any calculations.

But...but something must be wrong.

Oda Sakunosuke thought.

This book...or Erye Tingming must have some kind of strange magical power, which makes him feel like he has been addicted to reading because of some strange poison. An unbearable sense of hunger appeared, as if a bottomless pit suddenly opened in the depths of his soul, driving him to take in more food that only books could provide.

A few seconds later, Oda Sakunosuke chose to give up resistance: "Can I go and see now?"

"Of course." Erye Tingming readily agreed, "It just so happens that I have sorted out all the books, and you will definitely like it."

Oda Sakunosuke stared at him, holding the book "I Am a Cat" tightly in his hand, "...I hope."

Oda Sakunosuke can be 100% sure that he has stepped into the trap set by Teimaki Futaba—a trap that he couldn't foresee even his flawless clothes in advance, and whose purpose he didn't know.

Futaba Tingming expressed that he does not take any responsibility for this. He just tried to make a small effort in order to use the masterpieces to stimulate the literary instinct of the other party as a literary peer. The resistance of literary works is too low, so it has nothing to do with him, a kind-hearted person who delivers books to his door.

He even took care of the physical discomfort that ordinary humans may cause when entering the space-time gap, so he specially spent money to rent a warehouse, and worked hard to move books from the castle tower into the warehouse one by one, in order to provide a better experience.

——Although in the eyes of Oda Sakunosuke, this kind of behavior is equivalent to being labeled as "premeditated".

They were heading in the direction of Warehouse Street.This area close to the Yokohama port has just been owned by the port Mafia not long ago, but because the next door is the territory of the Takase Club, the port Mafia does not have strong control over this place, and goods from various forces stay here and turn around, almost every day. All night, the firecrackers were crackling and lively.

Oda Sakunosuke really wanted to believe that Futaba Teimaki was innocent, but it was hard for him to convince himself that someone would actually rent a warehouse in Warehouse Street just to keep a bunch of old books that were worthless in the eyes of outsiders.

On the way from the outskirts of the city to the warehouse street, Oda Sakunosuke had already brainstormed the possible identities and motives of Futaba Tingming several times, from the underground forces in Yokohama to the government military and police supernatural secret service department, and so on. As for the possibility of foreign forces, he even included the most unreliable Vengley as an option-in his very few overseas missions, he was once recruited by this huge force.

Finally he said, "I won't kill any more."

Erye Tingming was walking in front of him, showing his back to him unpreparedly, and didn't turn his head when he heard the words, the tone of his answer seemed to be taken for granted.

"This is a good thing." Erye Tingming said, "A child of your age shouldn't be living by killing people."

"It's not just that." Oda Sakunosuke stopped in his tracks, "I want to write...I want to save people."

To write is to write about people, so he must understand the meaning of life—it is impossible to stand on the side of killing people, this is something he already knows, he doesn’t know if being on the side of saving people can give him something , but he thinks this is a direction worth trying.

At least, at least for now, Oda Sakunosuke doesn't want to be dragged into some weird organization to do things that are worse than killing people even if they don't kill people.

"If you value my value as a killer," Oda Sakunosuke stared at Futaba Teimari's back, his eyes aimed at the position of his heart, and said firmly, "I refuse."

Erye Tingming fell silent.

His back was facing Sakunosuke Oda, so the other party could not see the suddenly confused expression on his face, nor could he hear the mocking voice of the world consciousness.

【Ah. 】

[Books don't understand people's hearts. 】

The world consciousness mercilessly mocked Erye Tingming with a voice as clear and cold as moonlight.

"..."

"?"

Erye Tingming carefully reviewed the process of his relationship with Oda Sakunosuke. He thought that there was nothing suspicious. Kidnapping minors to join an illegal group... huh?

He is innocent of a book, he shouldn't, really shouldn't.

Erye Tingming crashed for a while because of the sudden drop from the sky before restarting with difficulty. The time he spent was too long, so it was reasonable to look back and see Oda Sakunosuke's muzzle and sayhi to him.

"...Really, you can really change the method next time." Erye Tingming's mouth barely lifted up and then collapsed. He had to raise his hand first to avoid any bad misunderstandings, and explained with his mouth Said, "If you want me to say it, I really value your value, yes, but it's not the value of being a killer."

"It's the value of being a home."

This time it was Oda Sakunosuke's turn to be silent, and he asked repeatedly after a long time: "Me?"

A 14-year-old underage who has never been to school and has never written a half-line article. What a value as a home.

"Well, you." Erye Tingming made sure that he heard correctly, and stepped forward to the tentative little jiojio. Oda Sakunosuke didn't stop him from going forward, but the gun was still firmly pointed at his heart.

So Erye Tingming walked to the warehouse where he kept his books, and continued, "You know I want to open a bookstore, but I don't want to open a bookstore that only sells books. Book publishing and literary magazines are also very good developments. Direction, if possible, it is best to create a complete cultural industry chain. If you want to be a cultural industry, high-quality content output is the core part. Although these books in my hand can provide part of the manuscript resources, I want to continue to operate for a long time It still needs to have enough good writers to contribute."

"You have also seen the current level of writers in the bookstore. If I want to deal with them, I might as well choose you. After all, you are very talented-I can swear on this. If you are willing to write something, you will definitely be able to achieve something. Letting you become a killer is the biggest waste of your talent." Erye Tingming shrugged and stopped at the door of the warehouse he rented, "Also, I rent here because it is the cheapest place, Yokohama is good A little warehouse rent is more expensive than a house, and only full payment is accepted.”

Even this cheapest warehouse has directly drained Erye Tingming's wallet. He is planning to go to the old place and use the old method to get some money, and by the way, he will brush his face in front of that Mr. Lan Tang, so that he will be familiar with him. After that, you can send books and talk about literature, and try to dig another small beet and grow it into a food reserve in your own vegetable garden.

Oda · Grain Reserve No. [-] · Sakunosuke was noncommittal about Futaba Teimaki's explanation. He observed for a few seconds at the warehouse door that Futaba Teimaki opened, and confirmed that neither the naked eye nor his supernatural ability found any abnormalities, and then slowed down. walk in the door.

"Look," Erye Tingming spread his hands, showing him the rows and rows of overstuffed bookshelves in the warehouse, "I didn't lie to you, did I?"

Jewels and treasures are dazzling.

"Rashomon" is surrounded by "Dancing Girl" and "Heart" on the left and right, "Golden Yaksha" is next to "One Sword" and "Five-storied Pagoda" on one side, and surrounded by "Takano-san" and "Zuye Kyogen" on the other side, and then Next to it are "Disqualification in the World" and "The Setting Sun", which are paired with "The Good Wife" and "Theory of the Fallen".

After all, if Osamu Dazai and Yasunari Kawabata were put together, Tingming Erye felt that he would be approached by a writer in his dreams even if the history of literature disappeared.

The books are neatly placed on the bookshelf, quiet and silent. They are far less glamorous than those best-selling books in the bookstore. They are covered with traces of time that cannot be covered up no matter how repaired, but as long as you stand still in front of the bookshelf, it is like Stepping into a certain different space, these books seem to house gods, condescendingly examining the souls of the visitors.

Oda Sakunosuke felt his hands and feet stiff and unable to move for a long time, and the rumbling buzz hit his head. When he let go, the gun smashed on the ground with a dull sound.

Erye Tingming didn't lie to him.He didn't need to turn the pages of the book to know about it.

He was facing the masterpiece written by the gods that no one in the world knew about—he heard whispers in his ears, asking him to pick up the pen and write it down until he died.

He saw his name listed on the bookshelf, like a mirror reflecting his soul, his indescribable phantom walked by him, greeted him, talked and laughed with him, or patted him on the shoulder, reunited after a long absence Admired like an old friend: "Oda-kun, you have done a great job!"

Suddenly, all the phantoms disappeared, and Oda Sakunosuke stood in front of the bookshelf, the books were just books, facing him silently.

But he was sure that there was still something watching him.

"They are welcoming you." Erye Tingming said, suppressing his restless and active energy.

Oda Sakunosuke is one of the very few [spontaneously active] writers in the world who are interested in literature. The sensitivity to literary perception will be stronger than others. When meeting the "legacy" left by these past writers, the remnants of The energy in the book resonated, causing those who have passed away to use the medium of books to briefly show afterimages.

They are welcoming this old friend, just like the past countless years, looking forward to each other writing new works in this new world.

Write it, write it.

My dear friend, please write on.

Oda Sakunosuke reached out to touch his own name on the spine, and felt so unfamiliar that he couldn't recognize every word.

After a while, he let out a breath and responded as if throwing his whole body: "Write."