The moment the phone rang.

Even Hosokawa Koharu seemed to be hallucinating, as an almost eerie phone sound rang in his ears.

She raised her hand, eager to see what was on the next page.

What will happen to Tomoko and Tomoko?

Will they die?

How is the story going?

Her mind was filled with such thoughts, but—

"Gone?"

Hosokawa Koharu was a little dumbfounded.

The phone rang, and Tomoko got up to answer the phone, which was the last manuscript of "The Ring".

I just happened to be stuck in the right place!

Out of context!

Hosokawa Koharu didn't expect it either.

She even had the urge to call Higashinoji and ask him, 'What's the matter with you?'

She was completely immersed in the plot of "The Ring".

This feeling of wanting to see the follow-up right away... is quite similar to when I was a kid, saving money to buy comic magazines.

This is a masterpiece!

Hosokawa Koharu gave "The Ring" a high score from the bottom of his heart without hesitation.

Not only is the author's superb painting skills enough to make the characters come to life, but he also has a sense of plot rhythm that is no less than his painting skills!

Of course, what concerns Koharu Hosokawa most is the sense of immersion in "The Ring".

It's like everything in the comics happened to me.

"Is this another wild newbie author? Dongye...?"

There was a surname on it, but no name. Below was a string of phone numbers, presumably the author's phone number.

Hosokawa Koharu casually turned back to the first page of "The Ring".

It will definitely not be difficult for this manuscript to pass the serialization meeting, but she still plans to review the manuscript carefully and think about it carefully.

Hosokawa Koharu turned to the first page again and took a quick look.

It was still a shabby TV placed in a dark, damp, Japanese-style small room.

The TV screen is flashing with snowflakes...

flash...

jump...

The screen rotates——

Hosokawa Koharu seems to have seen it inexplicably...

On the TV... there seems to be a damp ancient well covered with rattan.

Um?

Hosokawa Koharu rubbed his eyes, opened his mouth, and looked over again.

There were clearly no such things just now...

After a while, the TV in the picture flashed with snowflakes again, and then freezed again.

At the edge of the ancient well is a slender green and white arm.

This arm slowly and slowly twisted out of the ancient well.

It seems like a moment, but it also seems like a long time——

There was a sound of a hand touching a shoulder.

Hosokawa Koharu felt cold all over, and she glanced at her shoulder subconsciously.

Nothing.

She turned back and looked at the original paper.

The picture on the original paper began to change again.

First, my hand reached out from the ancient well.

Then he put his feet on the edge of the ancient well.

Stumbling!

Something crawled out of the ancient well!

Hosokawa Koharu opened his eyes wide, trying to see clearly what it was.

But the next moment, the snowflakes on the TV flickered, blurring everything.

It was only then that Hosokawa Koharu noticed that the frequency of snowflakes flickering on the TV seemed to be getting higher and higher.

The vision shakes.

It was only then that Hosokawa Koharu saw clearly what crawled out of the ancient well.

It was a woman wearing a pale dress, with long hair that blocked her eyes.

His slender arms stepped on the soles of rotten leaves, and the sound of rotten leaves seemed to be heard behind him.

what happened!?

Hosokawa Koharu was breathing heavily, holding the manuscript and looking behind her hurriedly.

Nothing, just the same office.

She looked back and felt something was wrong.

How could I tell that I had auditory hallucinations and visual hallucinations while reading a comic? Are you too tired?

And while she was thinking, the manuscript paper changed again!

In his sight, the woman on the manuscript paper was swaying... staggering... getting closer.

Yes, it's close.

But...closer?

Looking at the woman on the TV who was approaching, moving faster and faster, and with twisted limbs, Hosokawa Koharu had a question——

Where does this woman want to get closer?

Then--

The woman in the picture extends her hand——

The pale palm with the fingernails removed clicked and placed on Hosokawa Koharu's shoulder.

Hosokawa Koharu looked at the slender and twisted palms on his shoulders, blinked in disbelief, and twitched at the corners of his mouth, as if he didn't quite believe what he saw.

She looked up at the woman.

The woman is still there, and Hosokawa Koharu can even feel the hateful eyes hidden under the black hair that make people's scalp numb!

Gudu——

The sound of swallowing saliva is extremely loud.

Hosokawa Koharu tilted his head back, slid out of his office chair, and put the manuscript down hard at the same time!

Bang!!!

Everything around him was distorted into its original appearance.

The office is still the same office, and the world is still the same.

Hosokawa Koharu gasped for air, his face turned blue from suffocation due to fear.

She looked at the cover of the first page of the manuscript with trembling eyes.

Everything has returned to its original state, and what was originally a three-dimensional feeling of fear has become a flat surface.

The original paper cover has been completely changed.

Black background.

In the corner of the cold Japanese-style hut, a TV set glows with snowflakes.

A woman in a pale white dress was crawling out of the TV.

Next to it is the title of this comic - "Midnight Ring".

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Hosokawa Koharu always felt that the woman crawling out of the TV on the cover of the original manuscript was staring at him...
To be continued...