The moment the phone rang.

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

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

What will happen to Tomoko and Tomoko?

Will they die?

How is the story progressing?

Her mind was full of those thoughts, but—

"Gone?"

Hosokawa Koharu was a little dumbfounded.

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

It's just stuck in this kind of place!

It's out of context!

Hosokawa Koharu didn't expect it either.

She even had the urge to call Tsukasa Higashino and ask him, 'What's the matter with you'.

She is completely immersed in the plot of "Midnight Bell".

This kind of mood that I can't wait to see the follow-up right away... It's a bit like when I was a kid and saved up money to buy a comic magazine.

It's a masterpiece!

Hosokawa Koharu did not hesitate to give "Midnight Bell" a high score in his heart.

Not only is the author's superb painting skills enough to draw the characters vividly, but also the sense of grasping the rhythm of the plot that is not inferior to the painting skills!

Of course, what Hosokawa Koharu cares about the most is the sense of substitution in "Midnight Bell".

It's as if everything in the comics happened to me.

"This is the wild rookie author again? Higashino...? ”

There is a surname left on it, but there is no name, and below is a string of phone numbers, which I think is the phone number of this author.

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

It is definitely not difficult for this manuscript to pass the serial meeting, but she still plans to carefully review the manuscript again and ponder it carefully.

Hosokawa Koharu turned back to the first page and looked at it at a glance.

It's still a shabby TV in a small, dark, clammy and cold Japanese-style room.

The TV screen is flashing with snowflakes...

Flashing...

Caper...

The picture rotates –

Hosokawa Koharu seems to have seen it inexplicably...

On TV... It looks like an ancient well that is damp and crawling with rattans.

Well?

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

I didn't have any of that just now...

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

At the edge of the ancient well is a slender blue and white arm.

The arm poked out from the ancient well, slowly, slowly twisting.

It seemed like a moment, and it seemed like a long time—

The sound of a palm on a shoulder sounded.

Hosokawa Koharu was chilled, and she subconsciously glanced over her shoulder.

Nothing.

She turned her head back and looked at the manuscript paper.

The picture on the manuscript paper began to change again.

First, his hand poked out of the ancient well.

Then put your feet on the side of the ancient well.

Stumble along!

Something has crawled out of the ancient well!

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

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

It was only then that Hosokawa Koharu noticed that the frequency of snowflakes flickering on the TV seemed to be getting higher and higher.

The horizon shakes.

It was only then that Hosokawa Koharu saw clearly what had crawled out of the ancient well.

It was a woman in a miserable white dress with long hair that blocked her eyes.

The slender arms stepped on the soles of the rotting leaves, and the sound of stepping on the rotten leaves seemed to sound behind them.

What's going on!?

Hosokawa Koharu breathed heavily, pinched the manuscript and hurriedly looked behind him.

Nothing, still that office.

She looked back and felt that something was wrong.

How can I read a comic and see that auditory hallucinations and visual hallucinations have come out? Are you too tired?

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

In sight, the woman in the manuscript paper swayed... Stagger... Closer.

Yes, closer.

But... Closer?

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

Where exactly does this woman want to get closer?

And then—

The woman in the picture stretched out her hand—

The white palm of the nail that had been pulled out snapped and rested on Hosokawa Koharu's shoulder.

Hosokawa Koharu looked at the slender and twisted palm resting on his shoulder, blinked incredulously, and the corners of his mouth twitched, as if he didn't quite believe what he was seeing.

She looked up at the woman.

The woman is still there, and Hosokawa Koharu can even feel the eyes hidden under the black hair, so resentful that it makes people's scalp tingle!

Goo-Du –

The sound of this saliva is very loud.

Koharu Hosokawa's head tilted back, and the office chair slid out, and at the same time put the original manuscript down fiercely!

Boom!!!

Everything around them was distorted into its original form.

The office is still the same office, and the world is still the same as it was.

Hosokawa Koharu gasped for breath, his face suffocating and blue with fear.

Her eyes trembled again as she looked at the cover of the first page of the manuscript.

Everything became the way it was, and what was originally three-dimensional fear became flat.

The cover of the manuscript paper has been completely changed.

Black background.

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

A woman in a miserable white dress is crawling out of the television.

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

I don't know if it's an illusion, Hosokawa Koharu always feels that the woman who climbed out of the TV on the cover of the original manuscript is staring at him...

No matter how sideways I turn or look away, the woman in the comics... are staring at themselves all the time-

Creeps!

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

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

His name is Tomoto Oshima, and he is a particularly bold editor who is also very conscientious.

Just now, after he laughed with Hosokawa Koharu and joked about the author of "Midnight Bell" who bragged about not making drafts, he buried his head in the state of work.

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

It seems that this manga called "Midnight Bell" is too bad, and Hosokawa Koharu's face is blue, but-

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

With a bit of old-timer shelves, Homo Oshima took the original manuscript of "Midnight Bells".

He was also a little curious.

Although Hosokawa Koharu only took office last month, she is also a selected editor of Urashima Publishing House, and she still has an eye.

I can make the editor of Urashima Press angry like this... How bad is this comic? Not really.

He, a senior, is a little interested, and plans to give lessons to ignorant juniors while reading the manuscript, so that she won't be so impulsive in the future, what's the matter with smashing the manuscript if she doesn't agree with her?

"It's not like that, Oshima-senpai... This cartoon is problematic. ”

Seeing that Oshima Wise Man seemed to want to read this manga that had gone too far, Hosokawa Koharu said as he hurriedly reached out to take it.

As a result, he was dodged by Oshima Sapiens.

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

Isn't this nonsense? If the original manuscript is okay, will Hosokawa Koharu be angry like that? Even the manuscript was smashed so hard.

"I'm just a little curious, how bad this manuscript is, Editor Hosokawa, you're so angry that your face is blue. Could it be that someone put a funny comic as a horror comic to our publishing house? ”

Homo Oshima said, turning to the first page.

His gaze casually swept to the cover of the first page.

Then his gaze froze, and he couldn't take his eyes off it.

"......" Hosokawa Koharu.

Hosokawa Koharu stopped talking and just looked at him.

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

After a few more seconds, Oshima's arms and feet were shaking, and his breath was short.

After another two or three seconds, Oshima Tomoto's gaze lifted in extreme fear, and he glanced around in confusion, as if to confirm his environment.

Then he lowered his head and continued to look.

Shake... Shake it... Shake shake...

It was like an earthquake coming, and I shook twice at first, and then I couldn't stop shaking wildly.

Then, Oshima Homo Oshima's face turned pale, showing an expression as if he had seen something terrifying, and smashed the original manuscript of "Midnight Bell" on the table with a snap!

Boom!

The strength was so great that even Hosokawa Koharu trembled.

After doing this action, Oshima Homo Mine's mouth began to turn white with fright, and there was a feeling on his face that he was about to cry, and he looked at Hosokawa Koharu:

"There's nothing to be afraid of, editor Hosokawa... You're still making a bit of a fuss. ”

After saying this, he turned around a little frighteningly fast, looked at the male editor who was standing next to the big TV and looked up at the news from time to time, and shouted:

"Can you turn off the TV, please?"

The voice was like a goose being choked by the neck.

Even the editor-in-chief who was sitting and drinking tea felt like his butt had been pricked by a needle, and his body was shaken.

What's going on here?

All the editors looked up curiously.

Their eyes were good, and they immediately saw the original manuscript that Sapito Oshima had thrown on the table-

"Midnight Bell".