To be honest, the response to the video released by the man was not as big as he imagined, after all, the video he released, although the angle of view is different, but the content is almost the same, the only difference is the time of one or two minutes that is cut. Especially when the people who have watched it leave the cut out time period in the comment section of the video, it makes people just look at it and leave—no one wants to spend another half an hour just to watch it for a minute or two, no one will be so boring.

Therefore, that night, the man looked at the screen, and the poor playback and reproduction were even more annoyed. Because he had smashed the water cup, the man who couldn't do it even if he wanted to take a sip of water now stood up, grabbed the doll next to the computer, and wanted to throw it out, but after thinking about it, he looked at his hand again, this is his favorite doll, and he was a little reluctant. Calming down a little, the man sat down in front of the computer, panting.

At this time, there was a knock on the door: "Tetsuya, are you inside?" Tetsuya, you speak, you haven't been out for a few days, you open the door!" "Don't bother me!" The man, Yamaki Oriya, roared in the direction of the door, put down the doll in his hand, walked to the door and opened the door. Outside the door stood a middle-aged woman, wearing an apron and holding a plate of sandwiches and milk, knocked on the door with one hand. Seeing Tetsuya Yamaki open the door, the woman said with concern: "Linya, you haven't come out for a long time, don't stay inside all the time." Yamaki Lin also reached out and snatched the plate from the woman's hand, and without saying anything, he turned around and entered the door, and closed the door with a hook on his foot. The closed door not only cut off the light from the outside, but also cut off the woman's concerned gaze. Before the door closed, a glimmer of light shone in, and a glass case with many trophies and certificates could be faintly seen.

Tetsuya Yamaki held the plate in his hand and walked to the table to put it down. It's been a day without eating, and even artists get hungry. Standing next to the table, Tetsu Yamaki didn't think of sitting down, picked up the sandwich casually, and strolled to the glass cabinet. Reaching out and fumbling around the cabinet for a while, Tetsuya Yamaki turned on the light switch in the glass case. At the moment of opening, several lights in the glass cabinet lit up, illuminating the awards and trophies and related news reports in the cabinet. Tetsuya Yamaki stood quietly next to the cabinet, chewing on the sandwich in his hand without taking a bite.

"Fuso's new generation of art masters is born!" As you can see from the date, the date of this newspaper is the earliest, three years ago. On the front page, a large photo took up half of the entire first page. Sam Lin also remembers that day, when he participated in the competition for the first time, he won the best prize and the best newcomer award, and the painting was later purchased by a wealthy businessman for 3 million yen.

On the day of Tetsuya Yamaki's first solo art exhibition, there was a light rain. Tetsuya Yamaki looked at the title and recalled the scene at that time. However, even if it rained, it still did not dampen people's enthusiasm, and the tickets for the first day were sold out early, and because there were so many visitors, they even had to limit the viewing time of each audience - you must know that this is very discouraged in art exhibitions, and it is also the most likely to cause audience disgust. But even so, after that art exhibition, Tetsuya Yamaki's reputation rose to a higher level and was sought after by more people.

"Tetsuya Yamaki's new work is born!" and "Congratulations to Master Yamaki for winning the Best of the Year Award again!" Since his debut, Tetsuya Yamaki has swept various Fuso awards with the momentum of the wind and clouds, and even the world-class art competition, he has a place. At the age of only twenty-five or sixteen, Tetsuya Yamaki has become a well-known artist in Fuso at home and abroad, and many museums even boast of owning a painting of him.

However, these achievements did not satisfy Tetsuya Yamaki, on the contrary, with each trophy he won, Tetsuya Yamaki felt even more empty. The arrogant Tetsuya Yamaki also felt that his artwork had been able to compare with the masters who had become ancient, and even surpassed them, and now his works were not as popular as theirs, and there was only one reason: those masters were dead, but he was still alive.

As we all know, the value of an artist's work will reach its peak only after he dies. Many artists are so poor that they can't even afford to eat, but as soon as they die, it won't take long for their works to appreciate hundreds or thousands of times, even reaching a figure they could not have imagined during their lifetime. Tetsuya Yamaki believes that his works are not worse than theirs, the difference is only that he will wait a few more decades.

Slowly, after that, I began to lose interest in my specialty of landscape painting, and began to like body painting. And unlike other people, the human body you like is what it looks like after death. Until one day, after his desire to apply fresh blood to the model was rejected, rumors began to circulate in the art world that he had gone crazy. These mortals, what do they know? Only before people die, their expressions are the most moving, and their movements are the most beautiful.

However, because of these rumors, Tetsuya Yamaki couldn't find anyone willing to be his model for several months, and he didn't want to paint the landscapes that he was tired of anymore, so he didn't start writing for months, and even his gallery didn't open again, but all kinds of rumors spread everywhere.

A bunch of stupid people. Tetsuya Yamaki, who was thinking so, looked at his game helmet, and a pride rose in his heart: as long as he has it, he can enter the game, and no matter what kind of death he is in, he can make it, and now he is only limited by his imagination.

"It's a good game. Tetsuya, who thought like this, began to think of the expressions on the faces of those people when they fought each other in the previous game, and felt that the inspiration was like a flood that burst the embankment, and it couldn't be stopped, and he hadn't felt the feeling of this kind of inspiration explosion for a long time, and the inspiration in his head washed down, so that Tetsuya Yamaki wanted to moan comfortably, and stood in front of the drawing board with a brush that had not been used for a long time, and gently clubbed the brush on the canvas, and various expressions appeared in his mind, but he didn't know how to draw the first stroke.

There are thousands of thoughts in my mind, but the pen weighs as much as a thousand pounds, and this feeling is not pleasant. Lin also threw away the paintbrush in his hand and muttered to himself: "It's not enough, it's not enough...... My paintings must be flawless, and inspiration isn't enough right now!" Tetsuya Yamaki said as he remembered the surviving girl, and an inexplicable smile appeared on his face.