Dark, cold, damp.

Yamada shivered and knelt down at the table.

In front of the desk, there is only an old laptop with no Internet access, as well as pens and manuscript paper.

This room used to be a utility room, a little ventilated, and if it didn't rain in Tokyo in May, it would be okay, but if it rained lightly, it really shouldn't be a place where humans should live.

This is the utility room of the yokai custom shop [Momogen], and it is also a small black house where Kazuto Yamada is currently being held.

"There is a famous gourmand in China who once said that the heavens will descend on people, and they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skins, empty their bodies, and act chaotically."

"Mr. Yamada, this is a [trial], a [trial] from desire, the growth of a person is to overcome one's immature past, if you can win in this [trial], then you will definitely be able to obtain power beyond imagination."

An Ran stood behind Kazuto Yamada and said in a deep voice.

"Master...... I, I really can't write a drop. ”

Kazuku Yamada sat at his desk, cursor flashing on his laptop's documents.

The word count hasn't changed since just now.

"And, someone is watching, I can't figure it out."

He said with a bitter gourd face.

"You can be my non-existent."

An Ran said indifferently.

"But can't I really leave this room?"

Kazuto Yamada looked around.

The monster ladies in the store, all gentle and kind, were reluctant to accompany him day and night, warming his dry heart.

The soul slayer behind him, fierce and vicious, imprisoned himself in this small dark room to urge the draft, which is even more terrifying than a ghost.

"It's not that I can't, because I promised the youkai in the store that I'll give you at least two hours to wind at night."

The so-called release time is probably the time for the yokai ladies to squeeze Kazuto Yamada to their heart's content.

Enron doesn't know much about this.

"Then I'm going to the toilet or something......

Kazuto Yamada struggled again.

"Please use this."

An Ran kicked the iron bucket on the side.

"Mr. Yamada, please don't have any worries, I'll help you with your creation."

“......”

Kazuto Yamada didn't even know who the real youkai was for a while.

The two of them stared at each other for half an hour.

An Ran closed what he was reading, this book tells the story of a soul slayer who uses a bazooka to destroy monsters, this is a very popular serialization in Shiokawa Bunko recently, and it is unexpectedly in line with An Ran's reading interest.

In order to help Kazuto Yamada's creation, he also had to work harder.

"Mr. Yamada, I think that if I stay by your side all the time, it may affect your creative thinking."

An Ran said as if he had suddenly realized.

"Did you just find out?"

Kazuto Yamada almost fell.

"Then, I'll leave for a moment, and please be free to create without any constraints."

An Ran said, opened the door of the small black room, and seemed to really leave.

Kazuto Yamada sighed as he looked at the closed door.

After a moment of silence, he began to tap on the keyboard.

"Anyway... Let's write down the thoughts that come to mind. ”

Just when Kazuto Yamada began to sort out his inspiration and thoughts, An Ran was outside the door and turned on his mobile phone.

The mobile phone is connected to a camera using the wifi in the custom shop.

The camera captured the figure of Kazuto Yamada's creation.

"Sure enough, everything went as planned."

He sighed with satisfaction.

In the comics that An Ran has read, it is difficult for the heroine to completely give in if she keeps using violence.

The more coercion, the more the other party resists, and it is difficult to reach the final harmony.

At this time, the conditions can be appropriately relaxed.

For example, after being hungry for a long time, hand over a delicious meal.

For example, turn on the lights in a room that is dark for a long time.

Another example is to give gentle care after the [beep--] of [beep-].

The heroine, who resists under heavy pressure, usually breaks her defenses because of this little gentleness and softening, and finally gives in completely.

Enron just used such a technique.

First of all, Kazuto Yamada was forced to create under high pressure, and in this case, Kazuto Yamada would definitely have a sense of resistance and would find it difficult to write.

At this time, Enron left just right, which seemed to give Kazuto Yamada time to breathe, but it also happened to let him fall into the trap and take the initiative to start creating to seek to get out of the predicament.

Under the suppression of the stick, even a small carrot will make people lose their resistance.

Enron believes that as long as it is repeated a few more times, plus some other means to assist, Yamada Kazuto will one day become a code letter pig who will be uncomfortable as long as he doesn't code words, and his mind is full of code letters.

Even.

An Ran thought that if this case was successful, then he could try to summarize this set of methods to form a complete set of theoretical methods and promote them to all creators.

Then the world will definitely be filled with all kinds of high-quality works.

It's me.

Enron didn't stay next to the little black house.

Anyway, those monster ladies made an agreement with themselves, as long as they take a good look at Kazuto Yamada, Enron will not only not hold them accountable, but will also provide full-body tentacle massage services to relieve their muscle soreness and arthritis, so they will definitely take a good look at Kazuto Yamada.

An Ran plans to visit Kabukicho to record his sights and provide inspiration for Kazuto Yamada.

If you can, you can also visit Haruko Kasuga, who works at the store.

"Can you give us an interview?"

At this time, the reporter with the microphone came to Enron's side, and the camera master who followed him also professionally put the camera over.

"If you accept an interview with us, we can give you 500,000 yuan as a reward."

The reporter didn't wait for An Ran to refuse, and said again.

"500,000 yuan?"

Enron was a little moved.

That's a set meal of 1,000 servings of pork soup.

If he had known that he would have been interviewed and would have had money, Enron would definitely come to Kabukicho every day.

"No problem."

Enron decisively agreed.

"So, what did you do in Kabukicho?"

The journalist asked.

"I'm here to get the material."

An Ran thought about it, and for the sake of the reputation of Kazuto Yamada, he did not confess him.

"Material? Are you a writer? ”

The reporter seemed to think that he had found big news and immediately asked.

"Writers? It's more of a foodie than a writer. ”

An Ran thought of the ingredients he had met in Kabukicho and couldn't help but swallow.

"There are a lot of ingredients hidden in the streets of Kabukicho, and I came here to find them and discover their deliciousness."

"I see, it's a very unique guest."

The reporter nodded again and again, as if this kind of character was what they wanted to interview.

"Do you have any recommendations?"

"Well, Hayakawa Ryu is scorching...... No, it's nothing, I'm still seriously looking for something that will impress me, and that's it. ”

Enron braked the car in time.

"So I hope you can let us know if you find something delicious in the future, thank you for your time."

The reporter readily handed over 500,000 yuan in cash to Enron.

I don't know which program group is so generous.

Enron was curious.

But what he didn't know was that dozens of minutes later, in the middle of the night in Hawaii.

Suzuya shallots, who were traveling with her family, had just walked out of the hot spring room of a sea-view room in a hotel opened by a Chinese person, wrapped in a bath towel, her fair skin was slightly tinged with a faint pink, and the whole person felt a little more mature and charming.

Dressed in slippers and stepping on the soft carpet, she sat on the bed, picked up her phone at random, and flipped through the Twitter messages.

Then, I saw a small video taken by others, in which it was the picture of An Ran being interviewed by reporters.

"Kabukicho? What did he go there for? ”

Suzuya puffed out her cheeks and decided not to look at Twitter anymore.

The silver-haired girl put down her phone, changed into her pajamas, sat on the bed, closed her eyes and meditated, but she was always unable to stabilize her mind.

"Your heart is in turmoil."

Among the earrings, a demure and elegant female voice suddenly said.

"Long-winded!"