super dangerous novelist

Along the way, Eno talked about the lost fish for a long time, and Odasaku pieced together a complete story from his fragmentary words.

Basically, he was fishing on the shore well, but a murloc monster appeared on the way, scaring his fish away, and then the heaven heard his inner wish, and brought a heavy snow, which froze the murloc monster to death. And it comes with a fish...

"Hey, are there murlocs in the river in Yokohama?" This was Oda Sakunosuke's first reaction after hearing this.

Jiang Ye burst out laughing: "Pfft, how is it possible, I made this up, you really believe it, Oda."

Oda said "Oh", "After all, even the snowfall happened in May, so it is not impossible to meet murlocs."

"That makes sense." Jiang Ye sat on the speeding motorcycle and looked up at the night sky, "It will not be surprising to see anything in Yokohama in the future."

"Um……"

After returning to the rental house, Jiang Ye locked himself in the room, sat at the desk, spread out the pen and paper, lit a cigarette, and officially entered the state of creation.

In the dimly lit room, wisps of white smoke drifted and settled in mid-air, and the baby-faced novelist sat in it puffing out clouds and mist, writing strokes on the letter paper with a pen in his right hand.

His Japanese fonts have rounded edges and corners, and there is no connection between each gesture, just like a preschool child tracing the most correct font.

However, the novelist who is immersed in the creation does not feel that there is any problem with his handwriting. He never pays attention to such trivial details.

Ever since he saw the failure of his last work today, he has realized that existences like "chairman" should not come to this world.

It was randomly placed in a corner full of parasites like a potted plant. The world couldn't understand its pain and misinterpreted its meaning, making it look like a clown.

It shouldn't be like this.

Therefore, he wants to create works that have their own behavior patterns and even surpass human reason.

For example, this whim and proven idea.

At the same time, Jiang Ye also experienced a different feeling in the consciousness time travel when he was in suspended animation. After browsing his experience in the past few years like a horse, he was able to look at what happened like an outsider.

It was as if an invisible air was flowing between his limbs. It was transmitted from his limbs to his writing right hand, and finally gathered at the tip of his nose, fused with the ink, and condensed into breath-tainted words.

If there was a conjurer on the scene, it would not be difficult to feel the conjuration power condensed on the tip of the pen.

If he knew that Jiang Ye only felt this kind of power that he had never seen before from the side, and he couldn't even see the curse spirit, then he would be shocked.

He obviously couldn't even see the magic spirit, and couldn't even feel that he possessed the magic power, but what he constantly output from his hands was indeed the magic power...

At the end, Jiang Ye put a full stop after the last sentence.

The new story is finished.

He slowly closed his eyes, raised his chin and stretched upwards, and felt that something was pulled out of his body, and it was swimming towards the outside world without a trace.

It made him feel drowsy and tired.

The name of the new story is "The Toy Repairer".

The protagonist is an excellent toy repairer. People around him will ask him to help repair toys or other appliances, and he can also repair them perfectly.

But one day, the toy repairer lost his beloved woman, and he went crazy looking for a way to get back his lover.

In order to prevent the complete necrosis of his lover's body, he carefully separated each part of the other's body and soaked them in formalin solution one by one for preservation.

One day, he fell into complete madness, and after an unfortunate car accident, he dragged his broken body home and completely transformed himself into a monster.

Then, the toy repairer who turned into a monster and was reborn hummed a strange tone like a ballad, and successfully repaired his dead lover into a normal state like a living person, just like repairing damaged toys in the past...

It was already four o'clock in the morning, and Jiang Yexue was standing in front of the window, looking at the dark scene outside, smoking silently, and the ashtray on the table was already full of cigarette butts.

He took out his mobile phone and called the editor of the newspaper office, and it didn't take long for the person on the other side to answer.

"Well, it's me, Jiang Ye."

"I have new work to submit."

On the other side, two conjurers from Tokyo had already found the newspaper editor in charge of Jiangye, and they were staring at each other to answer the phone.

After hanging up the phone, the editor looked at the two hesitantly: "Teacher Jiang Ye said that he just finished writing a novel, and he will bring the manuscript over after dawn."

Gojo Goku frowned, "He's just 'died' once and still has the energy to write. He's more energetic than expected, but we can't let his novels be published."

Xia Youjie was thoughtful, "Although this time the scene in Yokohama came after the article was first published in the newspaper, it does not mean that publication is its prerequisite."

"You mean... as long as the article is written, similar incidents may occur?" Gojo Satoru looked sideways.

"That's right, this can only be confirmed by seeing the author himself after dawn."

"Anyway, our goal is to catch him back. It just so happened that he finished writing another article, so we went to various newspaper offices to inquire about the news." Gojo Satoru couldn't accept the result of returning to Tokyo in despair, so this This time he will catch Jiang Ye no matter what.

Xia Youjie agreed, and he also believed that if he told what happened during the day, he would definitely be mercilessly ridiculed by Nitro.

They squatted in the newspaper office until dawn.

The two stood in front of the window watching, a black car slowly parked across the street from the entrance of the newspaper office, and then Jiang Ye and a white-haired old man got off the car talking and laughing.

Xia You, Wutiao: Who is this?