Tokyo life starting with painting

The moment the phone rings.

Even Hosokawa Koharu seemed to be hallucinating, and there seemed to be an almost eerie phone ringing in his ears.

She raised her hand, eager to see what was on the next page.

What will happen to Tomoko and Tomoko?

Will they die?

How is the story going?

Her mind was filled with such thoughts, but—

"Gone?"

Hosokawa Koharu was a little dumbfounded.

The phone rang, and Tomoko got up to answer the phone, which was the last manuscript of "The Ring".

I just happened to be stuck in the right place!

It’s out of context!

Hosokawa Koharu didn't expect it either.

She even had the urge to call Higashinoji and ask him, 'What's the matter with you?'

She was completely immersed in the plot of "The Ring".

This feeling of wanting to see the follow-up immediately is similar to when I was saving money to buy comic magazines when I was a child.

This is a masterpiece!

Hosokawa Koharu gave "The Ring" a high score from the bottom of his heart without hesitation.

Not only is the author's painting skills superb enough to make the characters come to life, but he also has a sense of plot rhythm that is no less than his painting skills!

Of course, what concerns Koharu Hosokawa most is the sense of immersion in "The Ring".

It's like everything in the comics happened to me.

"Is this another wild newbie author? Dongye?"

There was a surname on it, but no name. Below was a string of phone numbers, presumably the author's phone number.

Hosokawa Koharu casually turned the "Midnight Ring" back to the first page.

It will definitely not be difficult for this manuscript to pass the serialization conference, but she still plans to review the manuscript carefully and think about it carefully.

Hosokawa Koharu turned to the first page again and took a quick look.

It was still a shabby TV placed in a dark, damp, Japanese-style small room.

The TV screen is flashing with snowflakes

flash

jump

The screen rotates——

Hosokawa Koharu seems to have seen it inexplicably

There seems to be a damp, rattan-covered ancient well in the TV.

Um?

Hosokawa Koharu rubbed his eyes, opened his mouth, and looked over again.

There were clearly no such things just now

After a while, the TV in the picture flashed with snowflakes again, and then another freeze frame.

At the edge of the ancient well is a slender green-white arm.

This arm slowly and slowly twisted out of the ancient well.

It seems like a moment, but it also seems like a long time——

There was a sound of a hand touching a shoulder.

Hosokawa Koharu felt cold all over, and she glanced at her shoulder subconsciously.

Nothing.

She turned back and looked at the manuscript paper.

The picture on the original paper began to change again.

First, the hand reached out from the ancient well.

Then he put his feet on the edge of the ancient well.

Stumbling!

Something crawled out of the ancient well!

Hosokawa Koharu's eyes widened, trying to see clearly what it was.

But the next moment, the snowflakes on the TV flickered, blurring everything.

Only then did Hosokawa Koharu notice that the snowflakes on the TV seemed to be flickering more and more frequently.

The horizon shakes.

Until then, Hosokawa Koharu saw clearly what crawled out of the ancient well.

It was a woman wearing a pale dress, with long hair that blocked her eyes.

His slender arms stepped on the soles of rotten leaves, and the sound of rotten leaves seemed to be heard behind him.

what happened! ?

Hosokawa Koharu was breathing heavily, holding the manuscript and looking behind her hurriedly.

Nothing, still the same office.

She looked back and felt something was wrong.

How could I tell that I had auditory hallucinations and visual hallucinations while reading a comic? Are you too tired?

And while she was thinking about it, the manuscript paper changed again!

In his sight, the woman on the manuscript paper staggered closer.

Yes, close.

But close?

Looking at the woman on the TV who was approaching, moving faster and faster, and with twisted limbs, Hosokawa Koharu had a question——

Where does this woman want to get closer?

Then--

The woman in the picture extends her hand——

The pale palm with the fingernails removed clicked and placed on Hosokawa Koharu's shoulder.

Hosokawa Koharu looked at the slender and twisted palms on his shoulders, blinked in disbelief, and twitched at the corners of his mouth, as if he didn't quite believe what he saw.

She looked up at the woman.

The woman is still there, and Hosokawa Koharu can even feel the hateful eyes hidden under the black hair that make people's scalp numb!

Gudu——

The sound of swallowing saliva was extremely loud.

Hosokawa Koharu tilted his head back, slid out of his office chair, and put the manuscript down hard at the same time!

Bang! ! !

Everything around him was distorted into its original shape.

The office is still the same office, and the world is still the same.

Hosokawa Koharu was breathing heavily, and his face was suffocated and turned blue due to fear.

She looked at the cover of the first page of the manuscript with trembling eyes.

Everything has returned to its original state, and what was originally a three-dimensional feeling of fear has become a flat surface.

The original paper cover has been completely changed.

black background.

In the corner of the cold Japanese-style hut, a TV set glows with snowflakes.

A woman wearing a pale dress was crawling out of the TV.

Next to it is the title of this comic - "Midnight Ring".

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but Hosokawa Koharu always felt that the woman crawling out of the TV on the cover of the original manuscript was staring at him.

No matter how sideways I turn or look away, the woman in the comic is always staring at me——

Creepy!

"Editor Hosokawa, what's wrong? Is the comic "Midnight Ring" too bad?"

The male editor next to him couldn't help but tilt his head towards me.

His name is Oshima Sapien, he is a very courageous editor, and he is also very serious about his work.

Just now, after he and Hosokawa Koharu laughed and joked about the author of "The Ring" who boasted about not drafting, he got immersed in his work.

Later he heard the sound of Hosokawa Koharu smashing the manuscript.

It seems that this manga called "Midnight Bell" is so bad that Hosokawa Koharu's face turned green with anger, but——

"Even so, don't destroy the original manuscript. The original manuscript is the hard work of every comic author. Even if it is really bad, there is no need to destroy the original manuscript."

Sapien Oshima took over the original manuscript of "The Ring" with a bit of the airs of an old-timer.

He was also a little curious.

Although Hosokawa Koharu only took office last month, she was also selected as the editor of Urashima Publishing and she still has good vision.

How bad is this manga that can make the editor of Urashima Publishing so angry? Not that much.

As a senior, he became interested and planned to teach the ignorant junior a lesson while reading the manuscript, so that she would not be so impulsive in the future and destroy the manuscript if she didn't agree with it.

"It's not like that. There's something wrong with Oshima-senpai's manga."

Seeing that Oshima Sapien seemed to want to read this evil and over-the-top manga, Hosokawa Koharu reached for it hurriedly as he spoke.

As a result, Sapien Oshima dodged away.

He looked a little amused: "Of course I know there's something wrong with this comic."

Isn't this nonsense? If there was nothing wrong with the manuscript, would Hosokawa Koharu be so angry? Even the original manuscript was smashed so hard.

"I'm just curious about how bad this manuscript is. Editor Hosokawa, you're so angry that your face is turning blue. Could it be that someone mistook the funny comics for horror comics and submitted them to our publishing house?"

Oshima Sapien said, turning to the first page.

His eyes casually glanced at the cover of the first page.

Then his eyes became fixed and he couldn't move his eyes away.

""Hosokawa Koharu.

Hosokawa Koharu stopped talking and just looked at him.

After a few seconds, she keenly noticed that cold sweat was breaking out on Oshima Sapiens' face.

After a few more seconds, Homo Oshima's arms and legs were shaking, and his breathing was short.

Another two or three seconds passed, and Oshima Sapien's eyes were raised with particularly fear. He glanced around confusedly, as if to confirm his environment.

Then he lowered his head and continued looking.

Shake shake shake shake shake shake shake shake shake shake shake shake shake shake shake shake shake shake shake shake shake shake shake shake shake shake shake shake shake shake shake shake shake shake shake shake shake shake shake shake shake shake shake shake

It was like an earthquake. It shook twice at first, and then the whole body began to tremble crazily and uncontrollably.

Then, Oshima Sapien's face turned livid, with an expression as if he had seen something terrifying, and he smashed the manuscript of "The Ring" on the table!

Bang!

It was so powerful that even Hosokawa Koharu trembled.

After doing this action, Oshima Sapien's mouth began to turn pale with fright, and he felt like he was about to cry. He looked at Hosokawa Koharu:

"There's nothing to be afraid of. Editor Hosokawa, you are still making a fuss."

After saying this, he turned around with an alarmingly fast movement, looked at the male editor who was standing next to the big TV, looking up at the news from time to time and shouted:

"Can you please turn off the TV?"

The sound was like a goose being strangled by its neck.

Even the editor-in-chief, who was sitting drinking tea, felt as if a needle had pricked his butt.

What's the fuss about?

All the editors looked up curiously.

They had good eyesight, and they immediately saw the manuscript that Oshima Sapien dropped on the table——

"Midnight Ring".