Chapter 187 The Horror of the Small Dark Room

"Is this the legendary little black room?" Kasumigaoka Shiyu looked at the room in front of her expressionlessly.

Strictly speaking, the small dark room is not small. On the contrary, the space of about ten square meters comes with a separate bathroom. It is not dark inside. The smart lights can adjust the brightness according to the user's needs. Tea and coffee are also prepared.

The only thing that can connect this place to a small dark room is that except for a desk and a computer for coding, there are no other extra facilities in the room.

Take out your mobile phone - the network is disconnected and there is no signal at all. Apart from being used to determine the time, the mobile phone seems to have lost its role here, Kasumigaoka Shiyu thought so.

"Damn Yuanzi, how can I catch up on the manuscript in a place like this!" Now that he's here, make peace with it. Although Kasumigaoka Shiyu wanted to do this, she still felt a headache while sitting on the massage chair in front of the computer.

"I am Kavin Kavin Kavin now!"

"Who on earth said that writing a manuscript here won't fail? How did those guys do it?"

"There is no inspiration at all. Do I have to stay here for three days?"

"Is it because I'm not suitable for the little black room, or are Immortal River and those authors crazy?"

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After complaining for a while, Kasumigaoka Shiyu slightly raised her head buried in front of the computer. She was bored and looked around again. This time, Kasumigaoka Shiyu made a new discovery. The white walls around the small black room It seems that something is hidden.

This made Kasumigaoka Shiyu a little curious. She walked straight to the wall on the left. After carefully observing the wall with her burgundy pupils, the corners of her mouth twitched. The cover-up was very perfunctory. Kasumigaoka Shiyu just touched it with her hands. When touched, half of the simple wallpaper used for decoration fell down from the top.

When she tore the wallpaper apart, she saw various messages from previous generations written on the wall, such as:

"Long live the Immortal River!"

"Go to hell for procrastinating!"

“Completing the manuscript on time is the most honorable thing!”

"To hell with mahjong and all that!"

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"Do you need to cover these up?" Looking at these messages, Kasumigaoka Shiyu's mouth twitched again.

She couldn't help but cover her forehead with her hands. Immortal Chuan Wenku was deliberately covering it up so that others would discover it, right? He is truly a perfect representative who is both responsible and upright.

Thinking of this, Kasumigaoka Shiyu couldn't help but pick up a pen and wanted to leave a note on the message wall: "Small black rooms and other things are useless at all, go to hell!"

But as soon as she approached with the pen, she suddenly discovered a problem. In the slogan that looked like propaganda, in fact, it was clearly written between the lines:

"Death to the Immortal River!"

“Long live procrastination!”

“To hell with finishing the manuscript on time and all that!”

"Playing mahjong is the most glorious!"

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In Kasumigaoka Shiyu's eyes, these messages finally turned into a verb - run away!

This made her shiver uncontrollably, and her desire to leave a mark faded away.

Back in front of the computer used for coding, Kasumigaoka Shiyu felt a headache. Can he really find inspiration to write a plot in this environment? impossible!

The evidence is that her mind is in chaos now, and it's still Kavin Kavin Kavin.

Right now.

Suddenly the piano music played in the small dark room.

At first, it was a dull opening, slowly like water, deeply rooted in people's hearts, and people couldn't help but feel relieved. Then came the excitement of the entrance, like a surging tsunami, but also like the call from the deepest part of the sea...

With the sound of the piano.

Kasumigaoka Shiyu's inspiration began to emerge, but this was wrong. This was not what she was thinking at all, nor was it the inspiration she was looking for, but she couldn't control her hands.

Recording, recording...

Car accidents, cancer, incurable, triangles are forbidden, pentagons are difficult to see, and there are many angles.

Kasumigaoka Shiyu watched the plot being coded out from her hands. She wanted to shout: "Stop!" This was not the plot she wanted at all...

Immediately afterwards, Kasumigaoka Shiyu found that "she" changed her writing direction. She saw the dedication of Sayuka and Shinui, and also saw Naoto's pretending to be stupid.

As a creator, she wanted to write Naoto to death.

However, in the plot that she "self" coded, there were various excuses and explanations for Naoto.

She saw the two silly heroines in the novel, and also saw herself in the heroines. Kasumigaoka Shiyu saw their disputes, complaints, and sorrows, but she "self" seemed to be an arrogant person, constantly manipulating Holding them, sacrificing them.

Just like the sound of the piano now - after the call from the depths of the sea, the movement began to respond with sacrifices. However, a certain arrogant existence did not care, and the movement seemed to be stimulated, and began to stimulate with quite extreme chants...

stop!

Kasumigaoka Shiyu shouted in her heart.

Stop it now!

As if her prayers were answered, the piano sound that had just reached the middle of the performance suddenly stopped, and she "herself" also stopped.

While Kasumigaoka Shiyu was happy, she was also a little embarrassed. Fortunately, she stopped. What was embarrassing was that she really wanted to know what the follow-up form of that wonderful piano piece would be.

Rubbing her sore wrists and slightly tingling fingers, Kasumigaoka Shiyu smiled bitterly. What on earth was going on? I'm looking at the plot coded by "myself".

Wonderful, quite wonderful. If she hadn't been thinking more about writing the male protagonist to death, she would have wanted to save this article and submit it.

Looking at the time, it was clear that less than forty minutes had passed. How on earth did that crazy "me" write down so many plots?

However, after feeling the slightest tingling on her fingers, Kasumigaoka Shiyu felt that it was natural. At the same time, she finally understood why the plot coded by the small black room would not collapse, and why so many authors mentioned The little black room was still frightened.

Who on earth came up with such brutal piano music? It's like hypnosis. It brings endless inspiration. No, it can't be said to be inspiration. It should be said to be a flashing idea in the memory that is constantly amplified and magnified, and then is depicted by the subconscious mind.

No, I can't stay here any longer!

Kasumigaoka Shiyu turned her head slightly and looked at the message on the wall. The quick escape was so sincere.

Hurrying to the door, Kasumigaoka Shiyu tried to twist the door lock and make sure it was locked.

"Dong dong dong!"

She started knocking hard.

"let me out!"

"I can write the manuscript myself!"

"No need for a dark room!"

"Let me out quickly!"

"No matter who it is, hurry up and let me out~!"

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It was a futile struggle, Kasumigaoka Shiyu herself knew it, but she still couldn't help but want to knock on the door, hoping to get a response, even though she knew it was impossible...

"Click~!"

The door opened.

"Ale?" Kasumigaoka Shiyu looked confused. Do you want to slap her in the face like this, bastard!