43 Chapter 43
◎Because there are so many people to turn to, I don’t know who to turn to◎
Chapter 43 [Because there are so many people I can ask for help that I don’t know who to turn to]
"You mean, nothing else in the room was touched, only the computer was turned on, and the comic book under your account has several extra pages, almost an entire chapter?"
It was pitch black outside, but brightly lit inside, with only a young man and woman standing in the room.
Koyasu Ryo received a late-night call for help from my wife, Sayuri, and immediately rushed to the scene. This doesn't require Bourbon instruction; even Morofushi Kagemitsu would do the same out of his heart.
At this time, he entered the activity room alone and observed the room carefully.
My wife Sayuri turned on all the lights in the house, but still stood timidly in the corridor, refusing to go into the room.
She claimed that she was frightened by seeing such a scene late at night and was afraid to enter the activity room alone for a short period of time.
Zian Liang had no choice but to investigate alone in the activity room.
No matter how close Koyasu Ryo and my wife Sayuri are, they have not yet reached the level of living together. How could he know what the activity room looks like when my wife Sayuri goes out in the morning.
He could only start from the unreasonable places in the room.
Although this room is called an activity room, it is actually more like a handicraft studio, with various materials, accessories, paints and tools everywhere.
Even if they are arranged in a relatively neat manner, it cannot erase their huge number.
The functional nature of the room means that it's no surprise that any tool would appear here.
Unless my wife Sayuri can recall the placement and appearance of all the items in her room, including all the small details, she will be able to find some clues from this chaos.
In fact, the fact that someone broke into someone's house just to help them update their comics was strange in itself.
Putting aside other things, my wife Sayuri doesn't have any drafts saved, so how does the criminal come up with new content to update?
"Sayuri, have you seen the prisoner's update?"
"Yeah. The story is coherent, and the style is exactly the same as mine. Even if I drew it myself, it would probably look the same as it does now."
"Has this ever happened before?"
"This is the first time I've discovered my computer has been opened. I often leave my computer on before, so maybe the same thing happened to me, but I don't know."
Ryo Koyasu felt a little uncomfortable when he saw my wife Sayuri rubbing her skirt anxiously.
Does Agatsuma Sayuri really not know that her update speed exceeds the normal speed of a normal author?
Can a normal person publish three bookshelves of books in less than a year?
Ryo Koyasu had indeed seen Agatsuma Sayuri drawing comics, and it was indeed fast and accurate, with almost no changes. In some places, even the storyboards were completed in one go.
Even such an efficient cartoonist's workload cannot cover three bookshelves of works.
"Sayuri, have you ever seen your own work?"
"Of course, the work that involves cutting one's own leg flesh is what suits my taste the most." The girl patted her chest proudly.
Putting aside the fact that she created works in the past in pursuit of popularity or in accordance with customer orders, Agatsuma Sayuri can guarantee that all the works she created in this world were based on her own preferences.
"Then can you still recall the scenes of yourself creating those works?"
"Yes."
"So...how long did it take you to create these works?"
Ryo Koyasu pointed to the computer, which was filled with endless comic works under my wife Sayuri's account.
"……Why?"
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That night, the lights in my wife Sayuri's house were left on all night, and Koyasu Ryo did not leave until the next morning.
"Sayuri, don't go out until you figure things out. I'll be back as soon as I finish my work today. Be sure to wait for me!"
As the door closed, a girl with dark circles under her eyes emerged from under the quilt, her hair messed up.
She was so tired yesterday, and when she got home she heard such a horror story that she couldn't fall asleep at all.
Fortunately, Zi Anliang agreed to her request to stay and even slept in the study. When she was leaving early in the morning, she explained her reason through the door and left immediately.
Otherwise, considering that my wife Sayuri had been up all night, she would not dare to show Koyasu Ryo what she looked like after removing her makeup.
The girl's black hair had a hint of brown, which became translucent in the sunlight. Her eyes were a bit amber, which was different from the eye color of most of her compatriots in her previous life.
After coming into this world, she rarely appeared in public without makeup.
She feels that she is too ordinary without makeup and not as beautiful as she is with makeup. She also cannot show her acting skills without makeup.
Agatsuma Sayuri thinks that if the golden finger of time travel is a superpower, then her superpower is makeup.
With the help of makeup skills, she can become confident, lively, and cheerful. She can become a super awesome cartoonist or novelist, or a woman worthy of her beloved.
So, can a normal person be turned into an automatic drawing machine through makeup technology?
Relying solely on her memories, Agatsuma Sayuri can be certain that these works are her own creations. However, if she takes into account the timeline, this certainty becomes uncertain.
In fact, if the speed of the automatic plotter is comparable to that of my wife Sayuri, then it would take several such automatic plotters to support the amount of updates under my wife Sayuri's account.
In this situation, it is surprising enough that no one has raised the question of "Is there a team under this account?"
It is even more incredible that the author, Agatsuma Sayuri, did not notice the above strangeness.
She sat on the bed for a long time, until she felt hungry, then she dragged her aching body out of bed and crawled to the refrigerator.
There are still some "leftovers" from the banquet that were packed up and brought back yesterday in the refrigerator. Although they are called leftovers, they are actually snacks that Suzuki Sonoko specially asked the chef to take time out to make.
It's easy to store, easy to eat, and most importantly, delicious. My wife Sayuri, Mori Ran, and Kudo Shinichi all took a box home.
My wife Sayuri was so shocked that she didn't remember that there was such a meal for breakfast, otherwise she should have asked Koyasu Ryo to take some away when he hurried out.
She stared at the snacks blankly until she heard the compressor humming and came to her senses.
Quickly get out the snack boxes and lock the newly cooled chill in the refrigerator.
My wife Sayuri is still thinking in her mind, if she doesn’t draw the update and doesn’t leave home today, will anyone break into her house and help her update?
Perhaps because she had too many things to think about, my wife Sayuri finished the snack without any taste, threw the box away and went back to the bedroom.
This was the only room not open to Ryo Koyasu, and it was decorated with various peripherals modeled after Morobushi Keimitsu. Of course, for the safety of a certain undercover agent, all the clothing had now been changed to Scottish style.
Being alone at home, my wife Sayuri picked up the life-size doll sleeping on the bed and hugged it tightly in her arms.
No matter how hard she tried to recall, she couldn't find any flaws in her memory, and her wife, Sayuri, couldn't explain the inconsistencies. This incident was so disturbing that after only one night of discovery, the girl felt a tightness in her chest.
She couldn't bear to hit the doll, so she hit the quilt instead, saying bitterly, "It would have been great if I had this ability to inexplicably increase the task progress bar when I was working."
It must be a work artifact for workers.
After a while of struggling, the next time I noticed it was already 10 a.m. My wife, Sayuri, gave up struggling and called Kawakami Mika.
Everyone in my wife's family is very nice to my wife Sayuri, but the one who is most familiar to her is her sister who is my colleague.
The phone beeped for a long time before finally going busy. Perhaps it was a busy morning and Kawakami Mika didn't have time to answer the phone.
Although the coffee shop has changed its business to a milk tea shop, the coffee business has not stopped. This time in the morning is indeed the time when commuters buy coffee at their own expense to work.
While my wife Sayuri was still hesitating whether to ask someone else or wait for Kawakami Mika to finish her work and call her back, her cell phone rang first.
An unfamiliar number was displayed, but it was not the first time I called.
This situation usually rules out the possibility of certain advertisements or telephone scams, and the other party is probably not someone my wife Sayuri is familiar with. At least in her subconscious, the owner of the phone is unlikely to contact her again.
She hesitated for a while, thinking about this. The phone rang again and again until it automatically hung up because there was no response for too long.
The ringing started again immediately after it stopped, and the number was the same.
Judging from the situation, the other party is determined not to give up until the call goes through.
My wife Sayuri thought she couldn't outsmart the person on the other end, so she answered the phone.
"Hello……"
"Sayuri-chan——"
It's true that I don't hear this voice often, but I'd be lying if I didn't recognize it. My wife Sauri has watched certain episodes of Detective Conan over and over again, and this person's voice appears in those episodes.
He doesn't appear on screen for a long time, but his personality traits are too obvious, so he is very memorable.
Hagihara Kenji.
She had only met Hagiwara Kenji once in real life, and his voice was different from the anime. Considering their relationship, the differences between anime and reality, and the differences in the performance of the same person at different stages, this small difference was within an acceptable range.
So now, Agatsuma Sayuri immediately recognized this voice that was not so familiar to her.
"Um, Mr. Hagiwara?"
On the other end of the phone, Hagiwara Kenji seemed very sad and complained, "Sayuri-chan, you didn't remember my phone number..."
"But..." Last time you didn't let me keep it.
Agatsuma Sayuri wanted to argue for herself, but she also understood that if someone who shouldn't know about it saw the contacts on the phone, it would be difficult to explain the name of a person who was supposed to be dead.
That’s right, the person who shouldn’t know about this is Zhufu Jingguang.
If some cases have almost nothing to do with the world line and can be deceived by illusions, then the remaining cases have a very obvious connection with the "main line".
What they have been trying to avoid is situations like this where the plot is different from the original, which is likely to change the subsequent development of the main plot.
“…I’m sorry,” my wife Sayuri couldn’t think of a suitable reason, so she had to admit her mistake frankly.
The person on the other end of the phone started laughing, and it was obvious that the resentful tone just now was all fake.
"It's okay. It's right that Sayuri-chan doesn't remember this call, but you should still remember it in case... you answer my call when you're not here."
"Yes, I know." Agatsuma Sayuri paused and took the initiative to talk about her own topic: "Um, Mr. Hagiwara, you may have called to talk about something else, but there are some things I want to ask members of Agatsuma's family."
She actually has a lot of phone numbers of my wife's family members in her phone, and some of them are characters that can appear in public. However, these characters are exactly the ones that my wife Sayuri is not very familiar with, and the ones she is familiar with cannot appear.
So much so that in this anxious moment, I could only find someone who showed up and ask him questions.
Especially since this person is from the red camp that was determined in the original work, it is normal for the frightened amnesiac girl to rely on him.
【Author’s words】
Female protagonist: Frightened and at a loss
Heroine: What’s the difference between this and finding a pair of palm-sized twintails flying around your house!
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