Tokyo life starting with painting

Hosokawa Koharu turned to the first page of the manuscript of "The Ring".

Usually the first page of a comic is basically the cover of the comic, and the skill of drawing the cover can also reflect the author's skill of drawing.

And the cover of Midnight Ring

This is the picture on the overly clean original paper.

Judging from the background, this should be a small Japanese-style room.

In a dark and damp Japanese-style small room, a TV flashes with snowflakes

The background is black.

In the cold room, only the TV with the snowflake screen exudes bright colors

And with light, people's eyes will unconsciously chase the light.

But the bright color emitted by the TV screen is not warm, but has a cold feeling.

It's like a cool palm sliding down the neck, making people feel cold in their hearts.

Hosokawa Koharu felt goosebumps, and nodded secretly in his heart.

The cover is quite exquisitely drawn, and the color matching is also exquisite. The author's painting skills should not be weak.

It seems that the author of "Midnight Ring" still has some talent, and it seems that he is not a half-filled bowl of water. No wonder he dared to write such big words as ‘heart disease and epilepsy history’.

But it’s still too naive to try to scare the editor.

Hosokawa Koharu thought in his heart, but turned to the next page and began to formally review the plot.

Sunday, September 5th.

In a small grid at the top of the manuscript, there is a date like this.

What does it mean to leave a date?

Hosokawa Koharu doesn't quite understand.

With this question, she continued to look down.

The story begins between Asakawa Tomoko and her friend Tomoko.

Late at night, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old female high school student was in the prime of puberty. The two of them hugged each other and had sex. From time to time, they would tell each other some dirty jokes.

The relatively relaxed atmosphere and the author's painting skills in vividly restoring the characters of "The Ring" made Hosokawa Koharu couldn't help but smile a little.

But soon, Tomoko, who had long hair, turned her head and spoke as if she had just remembered something:

"Speaking of which, have you heard about the recent weird story about video tapes?"

"Video tape ghost story?" Asakawa Yuko, who was originally in a ball with Tomoko, was stunned.

Tomoko knows that Tomoko prefers urban ghost stories, and usually Tomoko will follow Tomoko to make noises.

But something was different today. Her face suddenly darkened, and she looked a little gloomy and scared.

The cold expression of Asakawa Yuko in this frame is in sharp contrast with the cheerful and smiling expression of Yuko in the previous frame.

The speed of his facial expression was as if he suddenly tore off Asakawa Yuko's face and skin, all bloody.

This painting skill

Hosokawa Koharu felt a chill running down his spine.

The story goes on.

"Yeah. The video tape ghost story." Tomoko nodded, "A high school boy went to Izu Island for vacation with his family. They stayed in an old B\u0026B hotel."

The B\u0026B hotel is very old, wooden and covered with withered ivy. The hotel is surrounded by lush and cold woods.

Hosokawa Koharu felt as if she had become Tomoko in the story.

Yes

The cartoon image was pulled and became three-dimensional.

When Hosokawa Koharu regained consciousness, there was an excited Tomoko sitting in front of her.

The other party's voice and expression were all very real, as if you could reach out and touch them.

"That high school boy wanted to go out to play, but he didn't want to miss the program he wanted to watch." Tomoko looked at Hosokawa Koharu and continued excitedly: "So he planned to record the program on the VCR when he went to play. Come down, but"

Tomoko spread his hands.

"But there is no TV station in Izu Island using this channel, so nothing should be recorded. But when he was playing the video tape at home, a woman appeared on the channel, and she raised her hand——"

Snapped!

A crisp sound!

Pale fingers! Suddenly lifted up!

As if she was about to poke Hosokawa Koharu in the face, Tomoko's expression began to twist.

The long black hair began to dance, the red lips twisted, and the smile spread! Indescribably horrifying! Black eyes sprouted black 'ink'.

"You'll be dead within a week!"

Boom!

An indescribable feeling of fear arose in Hosokawa Koharu's heart. She rolled down from the office chair in embarrassment, and then Tomoko's figure was slowly pulled back into the manga and disappeared without a trace.

"call"

Hosokawa Koharu's facial muscles stiffened, and his face was covered in cold sweat.

She looked at the manuscript in her hands in disbelief.

Above is the expression on Asakawa Yuko's face, which was so frightened by Tomoko that she froze in place.

Isn’t this sense of immersion too strong?

This feeling of fear seems to squeeze out the heart

But I still want to look down!

The more scared I am, the more I want to look down.

It's like being addicted.

I'm afraid, but I still want to see it.

Hosokawa Koharu flipped down with trembling fingers.

Tomoko looked a little happy at the stunned Asakawa Yuko.

After all, Tomoko, who heard the ghost stories, was really frightened by the ghost stories she told.

"Later, the boy received a phone call. The only content of the call was 'you saw it'. A week later, the boy died."

Tomoko concluded this strange story and seemed satisfied with Tomoko's reaction.

But soon, she realized something was wrong.

When she couldn't stop laughing, her friend Yuko Asakawa's face became worse and worse.

At this time, Tomoko thought of something.

She looked at Yuko Asakawa, and after a while she asked uncertainly: "Tomoko, I remember that you traveled to Izu Island with Iwatari-kun and the others last week, right?"

The atmosphere became tense.

The darkness outside seemed to symbolize some ominous omen.

Tomoko got off the chair and sat on the carpet with Tomoko: "That night, Iwatari-kun found a strange video tape, and we all watched it."

Originally, Tomoko wanted to tell Tomoko with a relaxed smile, but in the end, Tomoko's smile disappeared.

Her eyes were fixed on the table, as if she was lost in memories: "I just remember that as soon as I finished watching the video, the phone rang, and there was no one on the other side of the phone."

Tomoko, who was still smiling at first, couldn't laugh anymore.

She just muttered to herself in a daze, "It's so scary." and then nothing more happened.

"Everyone else has heard this story, and everyone is very scared." Yuko Asakawa turned her head and couldn't laugh at all: "Today is a week."

As soon as these words came out, Hosokawa Koharu, who originally thought there was still a week's buffering period, felt a shadow crawling up his back and goosebumps all over his body.

It was as if something invisible was watching him in the dark.

Tomoko in the story was also petrified.

She looked at Tomoko's expression, looked up and down, and after a while, she smiled reluctantly and embarrassedly: "You just want to scare me, Tomoko."

silence.

Quiet.

There was no sound in the room.

It was as if even the air had condensed.

next moment--

Tomoko, who had a gloomy face, smiled brightly, and she hit Tomoko on the shoulder: "How did you guess that?"

The heavy-faced Tomoko showed an expression of disbelief. After a while, she slapped Tomoko on the shoulder angrily and funnyly: "It's unbelievable, you guy——"

The two people started quarreling happily again.

Yes, Tomoko was just joking.

The sense of terror was swept away, as if nothing existed at all, and even the lights seemed to be a little brighter.

Even Hosokawa Koharu, who had been nervous just now, breathed a sigh of relief.

I was really scared!

She was really afraid of the phone call announcing her death in seven days.

Hosokawa Koharu turned to the next page.

The composition of this page is very simple.

But it made Hosokawa Koharu's originally relaxed mood suddenly rise again.

Jingle Bell--

Telephone

Ringed.