Little York hung up the phone, threw the phone on the bed casually, and poured it directly into the bed. Now little York has no appetite at all, and has no energy to do anything else, and when he falls, little York does nothing, does not take off his clothes or wash them, and sleeps with his head covered. The previous editor-in-chief seems to have asked him not to be on the number in the last few days, even if the character dies. To be honest, looking at the video sent by Little York, editor-in-chief Jerry has been able to understand how Little York feels now, plus what I said before, the feelings in the game are completely real, Editor-in-Chief Jerry can't imagine how tortured Little York would be if it was Little York who was lying on the table later, and he happened to be online at this time.

With the editor-in-chief's personal instructions for the holiday, it stands to reason that little York should be happy. But at this time, little York was not in a happy mood at all, even if he used the quilt to cover his head, blocking the light from the outside world, little York could not sleep, as long as he closed his eyes, the girl's screams and the player's laughter echoed in his ears. "Ahhhh I used to think that the realism of this game was a good thing, but now little York feels from the bottom of his heart that this game has gone too far.

Unable to fall asleep after tossing and turning on the bed, Little York simply lifted the quilt and got up, took off his clothes, and changed into new clothes. Little York feels that he has to see a psychiatrist now - although a game editor is made to see a psychiatrist by a game, which is a bit funny to say, Little York, as a client, can't laugh at all. Of course, as a regular employee, the editorial office of Little York bought him insurance, which included mental health insurance. In order to repay the bill (after all, the medical expenses in Britain are not low, and if there is no medical insurance, Little York's current financial strength cannot afford the high cost of psychological counseling), Little York is ready to say to the editor-in-chief.

Editor-in-chief Jerry didn't expect that Little York's current situation was so serious, and when he heard Little York's request, Editor-in-Chief Jerry agreed without a trace of hesitation - anyway, in the end, he didn't have to pay for it himself. At the same time, he told Little York that there was no need to rush about the field report, and now the situation was a little complicated, and the editor-in-chief was ready to issue a temporary stop update announcement on the field report. Now it's still a question of whether Little York's character will survive, let alone count on a new video of Little York. However, thanks to the video of Little York, the magazine's popularity has risen a notch, and it cannot be forced too much.

Now that Little York has gone to see a psychiatrist, the editor-in-chief waved his hand and granted Little York a week's vacation, so that Little York has time to adjust his mood outside, and don't let the things in this game interfere with his normal life. Little York thanked the editor-in-chief gratefully, got into the taxi he had just booked, and pressed the address of the psychiatrist's clinic to go to. The driverless car does not have to worry about Little York, not only has perfect protection, but also has a small Xiaoice box with various drinks and snacks, and the purchase money will be recorded in the fare and settled. Little York looked at the scenery outside the window at this time, and finally suppressed the terrifying picture in his heart, called the refrigerator and took out a can of milk and a bag of pineapple buns, and filled his stomach.

While little York was untangling his knot at the psychiatrist's desk, Tetsuya fell asleep with a satisfied face. After waking up, Tetsu didn't log in to the game again, but opened the curtains. It was the first time in nearly three months that Tetsuya Yamaki had opened his curtains, and Sunshine had finally found a chance to enter this previously inaccessible space, wantonly dyeing everything in the room golden.

Tetsuya frowned, he hadn't been bathed in the sun for a long time, and he was not used to the feeling of being directly exposed to the sun. Tetsuya was willing to shrink himself into the shadows rather than the sun, as if only the shadows could bring him a little comfort. No, that's just before. Tetsuya Yamaki suddenly saw a work in the sun—a painting he called an angel—the one he called the most beautiful painting of the Angel of Death. Under the sun, the holiness of the girl's face and the mutilation of the body formed a sharp contrast, the original white skin because of several days of not having a good rest and eating, the face that looked a little pale was plated with a layer of gold in the sun, and the scarlet emitted by the dissected chest and abdomen and scattered internal organs below was more vivid in the sun, one red and one white, but with a hint of forbidden harmony against the background of the sun.

Tetsuya Yamaki had a smile on his face, and it was hard to imagine such a simple smile on the face of a man who had just brutally killed a girl with his own hands; But Tetsuya Yamaki is smiling now, it is his past self, looking at the first painting after he finished painting with his own hands, the smile he shows, time seems to have returned to the past. The difference is that only the landscape on the canvas has disappeared and has been replaced by an angel from hell.

Tetsuya smiled and smiled, tears flowed from his eyes again: "Such a beautiful scene, I have to share it with everyone!" Thinking like this, Tetsuya wiped the tears from his face, carefully took the canvas off the drawing board, found a frame to frame the painting, and then wrapped it well, hugged it and prepared to go out.

Because Tetsuya Yamaki was previously evaluated by the industry as "completely crazy", and he himself did not give any explanation, he did not even issue a psychiatric evaluation, so everyone acquiesced to the fact that he had gone crazy. It's been a few months since Tetsuya Yamaki last visited his gallery. Fortunately, there are still his parents who are taking care of the gallery for themselves and paying all kinds of fees, otherwise the current gallery would probably have been swept out by the landlord, right?

Tetsuya Yamaki thought as he found his key and opened the gallery. Originally, I also hired a few part-time female high school students and female college students to work as waitresses, but since the rumors of themselves came out, they resigned one after another and left the gallery. Tetsuya Yamaki's parents didn't stop him, after all, his son couldn't force others to work here if he had such rumors. After that, the two of them took turns cleaning the gallery, and made sure that one person took care of Tetsuya at home.

When Tetsuya arrived at the gallery, Yamaki couldn't believe his eyes. Tetsuya Yamaki ignored his father and walked to the most prominent place in the gallery, where his most proud work of the past was placed, and it was not sold even though he offered 3 million yen. Tetsuya frowned, reached out and took off the painting, put it on the ground without care, and then unwrapped the painting in his hand, and carefully hung it on the upper seat, finally showing a satisfied smile on his face.