I am a writer in Tokyo

Chapter 41 A Hot Potato

Oshimakazu didn't know how he got out of the reception room.

The whole person was in a daze.

Especially after being output by Bei Daoju.

My brain is a little swollen, and I feel that my emotions are up and down by this guy.

I always feel that Bei Daoju didn't write this book for the purpose of telling everyone the whole story.

Maybe there is more or less personal emotion in it, maybe because of Okawa Masato's death.

He wants to use this book to tell everyone that the people you scold are actually the state after you tear off all the fig leafs.

Who is not?

Although it is not clear what he thinks.

But I can feel from the text that he has a very dissatisfied emotion in it.

Is this revenge?
But after Oshima-sensei managed to regain his composure, he raised his head and looked around the entire editorial office, and there was no sign of Kou Kitajima anywhere.

After the culprit finished collecting his manuscript fee, he ran away without looking back.

Leave the file bag here.

A hot potato.

And the reception lady, when she went out, looked very bad, looking like she was going to die.

Gasping for breath, his face flushed.

This made many people wonder what happened in the reception room during this time.

but……

in?

Amidst the suspicious eyes of everyone, Kazuo Oshima also felt that a reasonable explanation should be given.

The so-called truth is that Bei Daoju directly laid down an experienced editor and an experienced receptionist on his own.

It's just a few words, and of course there are a few paragraphs of text in the file bag.

It's not that scary, is it?

From what Oshima Kazuya said, it was like a ghost story.

It has been said before that a good literary work is the kind that can directly reach the heart.

If you want to say that what Kitajima Koma produced this time is not good, there is no doubt that it is more direct than any other work.

But let's say okay, let's see what this guy did?
He directly held the heart, put it in the palm of his hand, and rubbed it over and over again.

hiss~
It hurts.

……

Seeing Mr. Oshima standing there, everyone was happy.

Most likely they conspired to deceive people.

Seeing everyone's unbelieving eyes, Oshima Kazu also put the file bag on the big table in the editorial department.

"come and see?"

"Wait!" Kazuya stopped a few people walking here: "Before reading this story, I want to ask, do you know about Okawa Masato?"

"It must be the man who hanged himself."

"It's not good to judge a dead person." Mr. Oshima leaned against the wall with his arms folded in front of his chest: "So I won't judge his right or wrong, I think Mr. Okawa is just a microcosm of this world, What happens when a group is radicalized."

Everyone was waiting for Kazuya Oshima to continue, but he spread his hands, pointed to the document bag on the table and said, "Okay, let's see."

For a while, everyone didn't know the way of Kazuya Oshima.

After opening the file bag, I saw a touch of red.

Then I saw a few large characters written in red ink: Disqualification in the world.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and for some reason, there seemed to be a bad premonition.

Everyone has seen Bei Daoju's writing skills.

This guy's scene writing is directly at the level that can force people to be dragged into it.

But if you say, just imagine, if this guy writes some weird things, won't it also make people suffocate in that environment?

"Why don't you watch it first?"

"No, no, this, you look at it first."

"You are the oldest editor here after Oshima-sensei, and above this level of literary appraisal, you are capable."

……

Look at that state of Kazuya Oshima.

Then look at the reception lady, her eyes were red when she went out.

Although this is not a ghost story, it must be something bad.

At this time, let's go up and see that there is a ghost.

Look, the editor teacher who read it first, his hands are shaking like Parkinson's.

It was such a detail that stunned the other waiting editors.

Not so much.

It's just a book.

While the old editor was reading the book, Oshima Kazu also said to the others: "We are all pursuing one point, that is, the appreciation of both refined and popular literature.

I thought this book might have done it. "

Originally, Kazuo Oshima wanted to continue talking, but then he saw the old editor smashing the table suddenly.

The books piled high on the table suddenly fell and fell all over the floor.

After such a bang sounded, everyone was startled.

Then I saw the old editor standing there with an indescribable expression, without speaking.

After a long time, he sighed tremblingly.

"Fuck."

"It's over?"

Everyone hesitated for a moment.

"Yes, it's over."

If you ask any more questions, he will stop talking.

Like a quail with its head down, without saying anything, it went back to its seat silently.

Just keep your head down...

After a while, he suddenly raised his head, and it could be seen that his eye circles were a little red.

It looks scary.

"I want to know the ending of Oba Yozo."

He fixed his eyes on Kazuya Oshima.

"Don't you think that after everyone reads it, we will, according to the usual practice, discuss the feasibility of this book?"

"Does this book still need to be discussed? Just like Snow Country, there is no need to read the following things to determine the status of this book."

Seeing the conversation, the others were even more confused.

No need.

This reaction is too exaggerated.

Oshimakazu didn't say anything, but silently made a gesture to read a book quietly.

time flies.

Watching each editor's face full of doubts from the beginning, and then shrinking into his seat like a quail, with his head lowered, without saying a word.

When the last one in line shrank to his seat, Kazuo Oshima was also happy.

Thank God.

No, thank you Kitajima.

With his own power, the editorial department became silent.

"So... what's the end of Oba Yozo?
Everyone raised their heads and looked over, all of them were frowning, some had red eyes, and some had trembling hands.

But there is no doubt that everyone is waiting for an answer from Kazuya Oshima.

It's not that editors will become numb after reading books all the time.

In fact, most people who are engaged in the literary industry are people with sharp minds, and they are more emotional than ordinary people.

And most of these emotional people are a little bit overwhelmed when faced with this book.

In the eyes of everyone expecting, Oshima Kazuya spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders: "I don't know, Teacher Xiaoyuan, I haven't written yet..."

(End of this chapter)