Chapter 422: "Cells at Work! Black" From the Perspective of a Hard-Working Worker

"Black really has a dark feeling! Are these cells just workers?"

"Why do I feel that this comic is better than "Cells at Work!"

"It has connotations. The more I think about this comic, the more interesting it is."

"It's not that profound. I understood it right away. It's just that a person who doesn't take care of his body makes the working environment of the cells in his body like hell."

Many comic fans looked at some of the close-ups, especially the close-ups of red blood cells falling into gastric juice, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"There are no cute characters, but the shock to my heart is even stronger! Especially when the companion red blood cells fell helplessly into the gastric juice, I felt like crying."

"I like this comic. I want to let my children who stay up late read it more!"

"Yes, yes! My husband also likes to stay up late, which is really harmful to the body!"

The first week of the 2-episode series caused a small shock in the comics industry.

【Oda Shingo has another masterpiece! 】

【The action is extraordinary, and the devil is always trustworthy! 】

【The dark cell story has a different flavor. 】

Almost all comic critics gave high evaluations.

Of course, there are also many comic critics who are sensational or who are specifically criticizing people and attracting fans.

[It's just a dark story, and the ignorant people will exclaim that this work is great! ]

[A dark plot is superimposed on the original work, but compared with the real dark plot, it is not worth mentioning at all! ]

[Thousands of cells are consumed every day, and a few die. Is it worth making such a fuss? ! ]

Of course, this comic critic was immediately criticized by Oda Shingo's fans.

However, it also gained a lot of traffic, which can be regarded as a small gain, but it will be difficult to whitewash in the future.

"Congratulations! Shingo! It's successful again!" Sankami Saburo called to congratulate.

"Okay, did the Ministry of Culture say anything?"

"They asked me to pass on their thanks and hope that you can continue to use your expertise to educate the people with comics and achieve the effect of combining cultural education and comic entertainment."

"This is expected." Oda Shingo thought about it.

It's not quite satisfactory, at least the tone of social discussion I hope for is a little off.

Has no one noticed the tendency of this comic? Oda Shingo thought.

He has hidden a lot of hints in "Cells at Work! Black".

Especially for the situation of workers, it is not to say that it is extremely scary to think about it, but it is also a relatively obvious reference.

But everyone is still used to seeing the entertainment of Oda Shingo's comics. After all, compared with the connotation of Parasyte, it has been half a year.

No hurry, let the bullets fly for a while, Oda Shingo thought confidently.

"That... Shingo, does my sister plan to move back?" Sankami Saburo asked softly on the phone.

"How should I know this? Why are you asking me?" Oda Shingo felt that he asked the wrong person.

"My sister is in your hands."

"Hey, I'm not a kidnapper."

"But your studio started with hand-painting, and she has always wanted to be your apprentice. Isn't that the same thing?"

"Sure enough, Yuko Mikami's bad habit of making people think wrongly of her words started from you." Oda Shingo said in his heart that although Japanese is not as profound as it should be, there are still many places that are easy to be misunderstood. He said with contempt, "I won't talk to you anymore. I still need to study in depth with Namikaze Yukaku how to be profound..."

"What if you mention other women in front of your brother-in-law? Won't your conscience hurt?"

"I'm hanging up." Oda Shingo put down the phone expressionlessly.

Then, facing the look from Yuko Mikami, he shrugged helplessly.

"Brother, I'm sorry for causing you trouble, Mr. Oda." Yuko Mikami stood up and bowed respectfully to apologize, "If you need to make amends, I'm willing to do my best..."

"Don't bring private goods." Fujido Kaoru interrupted from the side.

This week, the discussion about Shingo Oda's new manga was hot, but not enough.

Next, "cmapion" serialized the first and second episodes, further expanding the scope of publicity.

Some Internet otakus who usually don't pay attention to official media noticed this manga.

"Shingo Oda's new manga? It's worth a look."

"Don't you think the new heroine seems to be very exciting? The white-haired uniform is so tempting! There is also a big scar on the chest!"

"I agree, brother, let's shake hands, we are kindred spirits!"

"I don't like the male lead, but I like the female lead. It's too big, and I faint."

"You are not a bacteria, why do you faint? It's so exciting to think that there may be countless white blood cells like this in my body!"

Ryohei Miyanagi is an office worker. He got off the last subway in the middle of the night, shaking his tired body.

The wind in early winter was bone-chilling cold, and he couldn't help shivering in his thin suit.

Passing by a night food stall, the steaming noodle soup made him swallow his saliva.

However, the financial constraints of life made him suppress his desire. Even if it was a 500 yen stall noodles, he had to be careful with his money.

For the same price, it would be better to buy a 500ml bottle of pine, bamboo and plum to make himself more comfortable...

He walked out of the supermarket with the bottle of wine and lit a young leaf cigarette.

A blue-gray smoke came out from his nose, and the sparks brought insignificant warmth.

The smoke from cheap tobacco leaves brought a burning sensation to the chest and lungs.

He staggered towards the shack, which was worse than a motel, and used the key to open a nearly rusted lock.

The shabby door opened, and he pulled the old-fashioned lamp cord.

The moment the dim light came on, he blew out thick snuff again.

Then he kicked the door shut and fell like mud on the bed that almost occupied the entire room.

He unscrewed the bottle and took a big sip.

As the spicy feeling came from his throat, he coughed twice.

A few months ago, Gong Chengliangping did not smoke or drink.

But since he started working, the huge pressure of life made him almost unable to straighten his back.

"The working environment in Tokyo is too bad!"

Life in Tokyo is not as good as imagined.

There are endless tasks to be done every day, and if something goes wrong, you have to take the blame. There is no overtime pay for overtime work...

Being scolded by the boss during the day, working overtime until late at night, tired like a dog, going home to a place like a doghouse, and then relying on alcohol and cigarettes to numb the tired spirit.

He opened his mobile phone in a trance, pressed the page casually, and took a sip of wine from time to time, preparing to fall asleep in a drunken state as usual.

The page guide led to a comic.

The uniformed woman with white hair had a charming and touching chest.

"I don't have money to read the book, so let's have this one..." Gong Chengliangping muttered.

Because of his empty stomach, he quickly got drunk.

However, the plot of the comic gradually attracted him.

"This body environment is too bad!" The red blood cell complained, which made Gong Chengliangping stunned.