【I am a novelist obsessed with weirdness and horror.】
【I live alone in a crumbling house and write absurd stories day after day.】
[When the sun sets, the sky is like a sea of blood from hell. Standing in front of the window, I can clearly hear the painful groans of the dying people.]
[The gutter in front of the house changes color every day, like a flowing river of hell, glowing with terrible neon light.]
[Red like blood, green like pus, yellow like bile...]
[The noise of the factory is mixed with the echo of the ground, floating in the sky, and the stench of the air smells like a giant beast is gagging]
[Gradually, I realized that maybe I wasn’t living on earth, but in hell.]
On the other side, there is the No. 3 Prison in Yichuan City.
Across the glass of the interview room, a man whose pen name was "Tsukiyama Masao" in the outside world put down the book in his hand, clamped it with a bookmark, and suddenly murmured in a low voice, not knowing who he was asking: "I'm crazy.
? Or is this the way this world is?"
Just the next moment.
With a creak, the door of the reception room was pushed open.
The prison guard, who had obviously received a lot of money, walked in happily, and then introduced the tall man who followed him into the interview room to Masao Tsukiyama.
"Tsukiyama-kun, this is Mr. Ishii Sakito of Razor Clam Pharmaceuticals. He has been working a lot outside, so he had the opportunity to come in and find you. He really wants to meet you, a great writer."
Masao Tsukiyama raised his head and looked at the tall, strange man behind the prison guard, and said, "I don't think I know anyone named Ishii."
"Maybe he's a fan of yours again?"
The prison guard joked that he was no longer unfamiliar with this situation, because when Masao Tsukiyama was transferred from the prison in Kyoto to the No. 3 Prison in Amikawa City, many people had come to look for him, and the prison guard himself was also in the process.
I made a lot of money in my pocket.
"For the sake of you, great writer, being released from prison soon, I will stay here this time so as not to disturb your conversation. Don't forget that you will have the opportunity to help your brothers when you go out."
The prison guard turned around and left knowingly, leaving Masao Tsukiyama and the tall man who claimed to be from Ishiizaki in the interview room to talk.
There was a crunch.
The door is closed again.
"Finally I meet you, Mr. Tsukiyama."
In the interview room, the unusually tall man took off his sunglasses and put them in the breast pocket of his shirt, revealing his eyes and the unusual color that only people like him could see.
"Hello, let me introduce myself again. I am a cadre member of the religious group Shenzuhui. I am from Ishiizaki. In order to find you, our people spent a lot of effort to dig out some people's brains.
The location where you are currently being held."
As if he still remembered what the other party had said before, he walked to the table and stretched out his big, articulated hand to Tsukiyama Masao who said nothing. His voice was gentle and sincere: "Okay, now we know each other, friends... no,
similar."
Raising his head, Tsukiyama Masao's pair of dark blue eyes as gloomy as the sea, and the two cruel blood-red dots embedded in the huge shadow cast on his face, faced each other.
Crackling.
There was lightning outside the window.
I don't know when it rained heavily.
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"Okay, the person in front of you in the reception room has left, and it's now time for you two."
Just as raindrops were beating on the glass, in the No. 3 Prison of Yichuan City, the two people who had been waiting in the waiting room for a while finally heard the notification from the prison guard.
Arakawa Reiko stood up quickly, and Rosetta also put down the book she was reading to pass the time.
""The Suffering of Sickness"?"
The prison guard who opened the door and came in happened to see the name of the book on his desk, and then he couldn't help laughing and said: "It turns out that he is a fan of the great writer again. This is the second time you have come to see him today."
again?
Rosetta noticed this detail.
But he followed the prison guard out of the waiting room without asking.
In such silence, in the corridor of the prison, a tall man wearing sunglasses came towards him, and passed by Rosetta who had just walked out of the waiting room.
"Tired, sleepy...what a delicious aroma of neurotransmitters, with just a hint of wonderful fear."
The moment he passed by a stranger, his nose twitched instinctively a few times, and he murmured: "No, why is there still a strange smell..."
"friend."
From behind, Rosetta suddenly heard a gentle and sincere voice, and then, a hand with sharp bones rested on his shoulder.
"Can you tell me your name?" Ishiizaki's smile seemed as gentle as his voice: "Although it is a bit abrupt, please agree to my request."
At that moment, there seemed to be some kind of indescribable fear that invaded uncontrollably through the deep feeling.
In an instant, Rosetta forcibly controlled her expression, turned her head normally, and looked at the guy who suddenly put his arm on her shoulder as if she was looking at a lunatic.
They looked at each other, but Ishiizaki's eyes did not evade at all, and his sharp-jointed hands were still resting on the shoulders of the strange stranger in front of him.
——Just now, from Rosetta's body, he clearly felt the strange feeling of being 'the same kind',
"Who are you? I don't have friends like you."
At that moment, many thoughts flashed through her mind. Although her body was clearly feeling fear, Rosetta calmed down strangely, as if she was just a passerby who was suddenly stopped, showing just the right amount of dissatisfaction.
"My name is Ishiizaki."
Although he didn't get an answer from Rosetta, the other person's smile was still gentle and enthusiastic. At this distance, he only twitched his nose slightly a few times, and the 'smell' belonging to the brain of the person in front of him was quickly absorbed by him.
Recorded it.
After getting what he wanted, he immediately let go of his palm, and then said sincerely and firmly: "It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if you don't know me yet, but since we have met once, then we will definitely become each other in the future."
Good friend's."
Hearing the three words "good friend" he said, Rosetta felt a vague sense of strong malice rushing toward her face. The look on her face couldn't help but become even more unhappy, and she tugged at Reiko Arakawa's face.
He gestured for her to leave quickly with his hand, as if he didn't want to be entangled with this ignorant guy.
"If there's nothing else, we'll leave first."
After hearing Rosetta's words before leaving, and looking at his retreating back, Ishiizaki shrugged his shoulders indifferently, then raised his hands and twitched his nose. But there was doubt in his scarlet eyes under his sunglasses.
Passed by in a flash.
Among the smells of neurotransmitters secreted by the brain, he could easily find the 'fear' he was most familiar with, but what surprised him was that when he passed by her before, he accidentally smelled something from Rosetta.
Some abnormal smells disappeared in an instant, as if what he felt just now was just that he was nervous and overreacted.
What was so strange about that guy just now?
Forget it, I'm too lazy to ask for confirmation, so I'll just kill him.
Shaking his head, he put his hand into his trouser pocket and easily made a decision related to a person's life. After leaving the prison, Ishiizaki casually dialed a number.
"On the way to the mission, I just met a friend I had a good conversation with. His smell is probably like this... I think he may have it. Just in case, you can find time to clean him up later.
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Soon, after hearing the reply from the other side of the phone, Ishiizaki made a non-standard cross on his chest with a gentle and sincere smile.