I'm a Light Novel Master in Japan

Amid the sound of the tracks constantly rattling, Li Yan stood at the door of the tram, looking anxiously through the doors and windows.

[I found out that there was only one flight to London at that time, which was the last flight... Wait a minute. 】

Kagurazaka Ayame looked up the flight information of Tokyo International Airport on the Internet and told Li Yan, but when he looked at it, he noticed something was wrong.

[That... Li, that flight took off at 11:35 in the night, just a few minutes ago, the plane was already taking off...]

Tick, tick, the sound of the tram resounded in Li Yan's heart.

"Shina..."

He stood there in a daze, standing on the last ordinary express tram, raised his head, looked out through the window.

In the sky above the bright Tokyo and the tram running in this dark suburban forest, like two worlds, the Boeing passenger plane that took off from the airport flashed a red warning light, and gradually took off, in the night sky. , so conspicuous in front of Li Yan's eyes...

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At [-]:[-] in the evening, Li Yan returned to the apartment building.

In the dark corridor, I met Nanami in pajamas.

"..." Li Yan and Qingshan Qihai looked at each other, but remained silent.

Aoyama Nanami tried very hard to persuade and explain to Shiina's father before, but no matter how much persuasion and explanation, he was denied by this father. For the world-class genius Shiina Mashiro, comics, or learning to live, it seems It has become a cumbersome existence, dispensable.

"Even, Mashiro's father said that Mashiro's precious purity will be polluted by the philistine culture we impart... Life knowledge is not important to Mashiro, her real value is to paint famous paintings that will be passed down to generations...I don't I know, in the face of such a rebuttal, how can I refute it better..."

In the silent night, Qingshan Qihai looked at the night scene outside the corridor and said in a low voice.

"..." After hearing this, Li Yan was a little surprised, but he was the same... for a while he couldn't refute Shiina's father's reason.

When Shiina Mashiro came here, he was really like pure white cherry blossoms, sacred and inviolable, and he didn't understand fireworks in the world. Such an artist might actually be able to draw rare famous paintings in the world.

"...Shina's words, did you say anything else?" Li Yan asked.

"...Er, um... Yes, there are still some words, saying that I will work hard, and also saying... that one has not been completed yet." Qingshan Qihai recalled these words suddenly, and said to Li Yan.

——[That one… has not been completed yet. 】

Li Yan was stunned for a moment, and a scene flashed across his mind.

He hurriedly took Qi Hai and returned to Room 505. After turning on the lights, Li Yan pushed open the door of the warehouse. Immediately, the smell of paint rushed to his face.

In an instant, in Li Yan's memory, he recalled the scene where Shiina Mashiro was looking at him while drawing, and his butt hurt when he was sitting... It was like it happened yesterday, but it was so nostalgic.

After turning on the bright light, I saw that on the other side of the warehouse, the oil painting covered with a white cloth had not been taken away.

Just as Li Yan thought, this is a clue, a clue that Zhenbai left to them.

In the easel, there is the full sketch diary of Zhenbai. It seems that Zhenbai is still making a diary. After Li Yan found it, he picked it up and opened it again.

Everything is the same, except that Mashiro recently updated a page.

In the picture on the latest page, Sherlock Holmes, who has been wearing detective costumes, took off his detective coat and seemed to be leaving the office, leaving behind Shiina Watson in white clothes, watching the back of Sherlock Holmes quietly and alone... …

"..."

Like a memory, a kind of emotion, Li Yan instantly felt hesitant and uneasy. It turned out that he gave up writing, which was such a kind of harm to her.

Li Yan's heart aches.

"Senior, you really mean this painting that you didn't finish..." Nanami asked in surprise.

Because compared to the last time I came here, the paint basically smeared the white cloth and the surrounding easels everywhere. It seems that Zhenbai has been painting here for a long time before, and he is also very focused and enthusiastic.

Li Yan nodded and said, "Well, yes."

"Since Shiina still thinks about this oil painting, she definitely doesn't want to leave. This painting, since it makes her think about it, must be a work she painted with a lot of energy, I'm thinking... She must have something you want to tell me."

Li Yan's eyes sharpened, he lifted the white cloth, and let this unfinished work reappear in the world.

As a result, the night wind was blowing in this room, and under the white light, both Li Yan and Qi Hai were stunned by this painting.

Intense and emotional colors, the "old thief" in the oil painting who sits at the desk and writes is almost finished. It looks so lifelike in the dim and bright light, and the expression seems to be very tired while thinking and writing. It makes the audience feel that the author is tired, but what's even more amazing is that in the pair of lazy eyes that are slightly blocked by the palm of the hand, it makes people feel a joy of indulging in the creation of the story, just like...

Burning like fire.

For a time, Li Yan, the green mountains and the seven seas were all infected by the strong emotions emanating from this oil painting...

"I don't think Shiina has regressed."

"I can feel Shiina's painting, her emotions are very good, even if it is a thousand years, it will not reduce her expectations and emotions for this painting. This painting can prove that Shiina did not because of Integrate into life and step back."

Li Yan turned around, turned his back to the huge oil painting, looked at Qi Hai, and said earnestly, "Since Shiina told me what she said, I will also tell her what I said, Qingshan, I will bring it with me. This painting, go to England and bring Shiina back!"

Chapter 192 The Journey to Find Shiro

London, the capital of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland.

With a grey sky and a drizzle, a red double-decker bus drove across the drawbridge over the cold Thames and came to the heart of London.

The wet cobblestone streets, the old European-style buildings, the red telephone booths, the black British street lamps, everything indicates that Li Yan has come to London.

It took several days from applying for a visa to booking a flight ticket. As a result, after walking out of the airport with a suitcase, the place that caught my eye was this unfamiliar European street.

"..."

Li Yan got off the bus. He raised his head. It was obviously only near noon, but at this moment, the sky was indeed a scene of dim sunlight shining through the gaps of the dark clouds.