I Am a Master of Light Novels in Japan

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And in a corridor not far away, Li Yan was covered in mud, sitting on the edge of the wooden corridor and covering his forehead, helpless.

As if being ridiculed again, he could almost rush into the doll's room with a leap, but the door suddenly retreated, and he returned to the world and rushed out of the window. It wasn't until I was one meter away from the first floor that I really left the hallucinations. I couldn't react to falling to the ground and fell to the ground.

In the end, he was helped by Inamori Haru, who he met during the day, so as not to attract people's attention and startle the snake.

"Well, Mr. Li, are you okay?" Inamorichun asked, looking at him worriedly.

"It's okay, it's just a little pain from falling, it doesn't matter." Li Yan shook his head and said.

Falling down from four or five meters, it was only a pain from the fall, and Haru Inamori felt a little weird.

She breathed a sigh of relief, looking at Li Yan in a sad tone, and said, "Please don't mess around. Miss Lianhua is a very mysterious existence. There is no ordinary way to deal with her... Although she knows that Miss Lianhua has always been I'm showing people Wanhua Mirror, but please don't resent anyone, because resentment in your heart can only make it even more difficult to defeat Miss Lianhua."

"So, Miss Inamori, how much do you hesitate to tell me, although I won't force you to tell me, but if I can't find her before she summons my friend five times, I can't save anyone. You can't even get in with yourself. Now there are two lives. I hope you can tell me anything you know." Li Yan looked at her and said.

"..." Dao Senchun was silent, she took out the towel and helped Li Yan clean her face.

However, those eyes made Inamori Haru, as if she felt like a light shining in the dark, so dazzling, different from the previous people who had fallen into self-madness, Inamori Haru was astonished.

This person may really be able to see through the legendary Wanhua Mirror...

"…I understand."

Haru Inamori nodded. She looked at Li Yan and said, "I really don’t know where Miss Lianhua lives...but I saw Mr. Xia Yan tell me that in the hotel, a doll can be found at the end. room."

"See Xia Yan deeply?" Li Yan was taken aback for a moment, as if he had also heard the name from Lianhua.

"Well...It's because of Mr. Shen Jian that I hesitate to let you continue to investigate further. Mr. Shen Jian is the only horror novel writer I have ever met who claims to have seen Lian Hua, and came to seek inspiration.

Inamori Chun hesitated, and became firm again, and said, "Mr. Fukami is the one I learned about. The last time I met Miss Lianhua, it should be said that he is a young writer who is not very gregarious, but at least he is very kind. People. However, one day, Mr. Shen Jian, suddenly a little strange, that day, he told me that a little girl named Lianhua showed him a Wanhua mirror, let him see the world's most beautiful story."

"But, but!" Suddenly, Inamori Haru whispered, breathing a little bit quickly, said.

"What's wrong?" Li Yan asked curiously.

Inamori Chun looked at Li Yan with an expression as if arguing about something, and said: "I noticed several times that when Mr. Fukami passed the mirror, there was no Mr. Fukami in the mirror."

Li Yan looked at Inamorichun with surprise, as if for an instant he understood that there was a secret hidden in this key clue.

Li Yan asked, "No reflection?"

Although it was just a guess, and even, it was just a whimsical, but Wan Huajing and Lian Hua gave him the problem, he was finally able to see clearly.

In the dark night, under this dimly lit street lamp, Inamori Haru continued: "At first... I would think that Miss Lianhua and Mr. Fukami really fell in love at first sight. Miss Lianhua brought him what he thought was the most wonderful His dreams also made him write a novel that was nearly finished, but...suddenly, Mr. Shen Jian disappeared. When he wrote the fourth volume of his novel, he suddenly wrote that one. The novel was handed to me, saying that he could no longer escape. I still don't understand what he meant. After that, he seemed to have evaporated. Hundreds of policemen were dispatched at that time, but no trace of Mr. Fukami was found."

She looked at Li Yan and said shyly: "Um...I just know these, can these help you?"

Sure enough, even if I saw Xia Yan deeply at that time, he was aware of the reason why he couldn't escape. He must have written the key things in that book. However, all this is getting more and more thoughtful and terrifying, which makes people shudder.

"I understand, thank you. Now I understand that the doll's room will be there. Although it is a guess, the novelist, the most important thing is imagination and thinking extension ability. You must try it. Yes, Miss Inamori, Mr. Shen Jian’s unfinished novel is still here, can you show it to me?"

Li Yan looked at Haru Inamori with a worried expression and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I am not a writer of horror novels. I am a writer of light novels. At least things are much more peaceful than what Mr. Shen Jian dreamed of."

Hope, it's like this...

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At six o'clock in the morning, Li Yan finally understood what Xia Yan had written, what should be said... it was something that would only be written by a pervert.

It can be seen that Xia Yan is not a good person. At least, the hunger and thirst for desire hidden in the polite and friendly appearance is almost crazy, but he is also smart enough that he did not let Lian Hua and Wan Hua Jing notice that he stayed. A key message was given to the next writer to visit.

With a bang, the sliding door of Room 204 behind him was opened, and Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu with dim eyes came out. After the two met, they were taken aback for a moment.

"Well, did you get up so early?" Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu looked at him and asked curiously.

"I never slept last night."

Li Yan looked at her and said.

Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu looked at him angrily and asked, "...Why, do you have insomnia?"

"Don't you remember what happened last night?" Li Yan asked.

"Last night, did you mean that the window was broken by the kitten?" Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu asked suspiciously.

Sure enough, the memory was once again washed away, so it went round and round, even Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu could not really know where the doll's room would be.

"I am entrusted by others to take you to a place to meet him... Don’t worry, it won’t be a remote corner. If you just call Shan Yan, I will probably be stuffed into the toilet directly. By the way After I get there, I will show you this unfinished work."

Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu looked at Li Yan with dark circles in doubt. What was going on, it was mysterious and natural. She would not think that Li Yan would be a lunatic who made rude behavior, but vaguely, she I always felt that Li Yan also knew about Wan Huajing.

There is also the manuscript with the name of Fukami Xia Yan, who is it?

Follow Li Yan to a long corridor leading to the utility room not far away. Outside the window is a splendid view of cherry blossoms, and on the surrounding walls are ukiyoe paintings of ancient girls.

On the opposite side is an ancient mirror used to ward off evil spirits.

"It should be here, this hotel is not big, I think this is the most suitable place." Li Yan said to Xiazhiqiu Shiyu.

"What are you talking about, and who on earth wants to see me?"

Li Yan gave this manuscript to Xiazhiqiu Shiyu, and said: "Mr. Fukami Xia Yan, the author of this horror novel, you have a cursory look at the message he wants to convey here."

Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu looked confused, took the stack of manuscripts, and read it.

As far as the story is concerned, it is almost a perverted content. At first, Shiyu Xiazhiqiu felt that she couldn't stand it, but gradually, as a writer, she realized a problem.

"Why, the more he writes to the back, the more blurred his handwriting?"

"Because his soul is getting less and less."

"soul?"

"Yes, just like you, you have been asleep after seeing Wanhua Mirror, and your soul came out of the mirror, Xia Shizi, you have been completely poisoned by Wanhua Mirror."

Li Yan looked at Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu with a look of astonishment, and said.

"What are you talking about, Teacher Uesugi?" Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu asked in surprise.

"This is the message that Mr. Fukken left us. Until the fourth volume, the words are almost written transparently. His existence is about to disappear. So entrust this book to others. You are the same as him from the beginning. After the first glance at Wan Hua Jing, I have been asleep, never leaving the doll's room, so you can't escape from Lian Hua at all."

The morning light passed through the window, Li Yan looked at Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu at the intersection of light and darkness, and said.

"The flesh has been sleeping, but the soul has returned from the mirror to this world, that is, the you in the mirror, so the mirror will never have you again. Legend has it that the mirror is regarded as the gate to the devil in China, Europe and even Africa. The mirror It is possible to photograph a person's soul. I didn't believe it at first, but now, I need your soul to return to the body immediately!"

He let go of his body, and suddenly, a mirror shone on Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu's body. She could still see her own reflection in front of her at first, but she seemed to be awakened. Gradually, she really couldn't see the mirror. By myself.