Chapter 523 Black Silk Immortal

Suicide is indeed the most neon murder case. The protagonist's trick is quite successful. Even though he has been invited to the police station three times in a row and become a key surveillance target, there is still no evidence that he is the murderer.

Being able to devise such an excellent plot was not only due to the protagonist's dark transformation, but also thanks to the guidance of his good mother-in-law.

What are the Ten Commandments of Mystery Novels, the Eighteen Laws of Mystery Novels, and the Twenty Mystery Novels... Under the selfless dedication of Master Judge C, the protagonist has truly settled down.

Finally, the protagonist found the only judge who did not let him in. He had extremely complicated feelings about this person.

I was envious of my best friend, hated him for voting for a person who had no hope of winning the prize, and would not vote for me, and I also secretly admired his purity.

Judge Wu saw the protagonist through the door and was very vigilant. He had already picked up the shotgun in his hand.

The protagonist asked somewhat complicatedly: "This time, are you satisfied with my trick?"

"You're crazy! Your tricks are none of my business!" Judge E scolded angrily.

The protagonist was then taken away by his lovely wife who weighed 372 pounds.

Until the end, he never asked anyone that question——

"This time, have you seen through my trick?"

But anyone who has read this novel knows that this sentence is not only questioning those bullshit judges, but also questioning this bullshit award, and even more, it is questioning this abnormal society.

The protagonist's literary colleagues, those who laughed at him at the award ceremony, the elegant mystery novelist Men, were sitting and talking in an elegant standard Guandong accent.

When TV began to broadcast the serial deaths of mystery novelists, the wine glasses in the hands of writers fell and hit their shiny leather shoes. They looked at each other dumbfounded, shouted the protagonist's name in unison, grabbed their coats and rushed out of the bar without even paying.

What are you still doing here? They all write mystery novels. Who doesn't know that when such enemies get together, serial murders will definitely occur. While running, someone still started to recall who initiated the party invitation. He must be the protagonist’s accomplice!

The protagonist didn't win the award, but his book became popular again.

The publishing house doesn't care if he really killed the three judges, as long as someone wants to see it they will sell it!

Print! reprint!

Looking at the check in his hand, the protagonist finally got a satisfactory answer.

Everyone was really satisfied with this trick.

Complete book.

"If I hadn't watched you write this novel word for word, Kyousuke, I really wouldn't have believed that someone could complete such a work in such a short period of time. It's really..."

Kasumigaoka Shiyu sighed and let go of the mouse.

Excellent, or perfect!

Except for some errors and omissions in grammar or life details, she couldn't find any faults at all.

The novel is not long, 130,000 words. And this was already her second time reading it. When she finished reading it the first time, she was already shocked by the novel's splendor, but she also wondered if she was reading it with a good impression of Kyousuke again, so she used the last word. I watched it a second time with a harsh attitude.

It's still flawless. If anything, it's unfinished. Why did it only kill three judges? Such a wonderful plot, I really want to see more!

Why should the protagonist still have a harbor left to heal? If everything is completely lost, the protagonist's transformation will definitely be more exciting!

As for the judge Sanjusanrou Ohosaka, she could understand that this was Kyosuke playing a literary game and saying hello to Tsuyoshi Aoisaka.

However, these flaws are only due to her personal desire to see Kyousuke display his talents more freely.

"It's a pity to come up with such an excellent work just for this kind of thing..." she murmured. This novel can definitely be used as a work for the new round of awards. It is a pity to release it in such a hurry.

Yukino on the side tilted his head, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just pursed his lips and smiled lightly, neither commenting on the work nor responding to Kasumigaoka's words. Just like when I was reviewing the novel before, I sat quietly on my knees.

"It's no pity. As long as I am willing, I can write as many novels as I want." Hojo Kyosuke smiled nonchalantly and operated the computer to print out the final version of the novel.

Can it not be excellent? This work is said to be created by him independently, but in fact it is also the ultimate suture monster.

The previous plot was inspired by emotion, but for him now, writing that kind of plot is a piece of cake. The most important thing is the tricks behind it, which he copied based on the works in his memory. Other writers' novels revolve around a crime method, but he has committed three murders!

If this is not outstanding, what he wants to criticize is not the dark and depraved awards, but the aesthetics and taste of people in this world!

After hearing Hojo Kyousuke's words, Yukino, who was lowering his head to sort out documents, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, raised his hand to lift the hair that fell from his ears, and quietly glanced at himself.

That's it, there is nothing in the world that Hojo-kun cannot do.

The warm copy paper was divided into several parts and bound. Hojo Kyousuke picked up his mobile phone and sent a message to Tetsuta Kisaki who was waiting outside. He handed the novel to him. The latter bowed solemnly and left, taking a taxi. The black car headed to his mission location.

Looking at Hojo Kyosuke sitting back in front of the low table again, Kasumigaoka Shiu's burgundy eyes were full of obsession, this was his lover.

Someone noticed the gaze, raised his head and smiled as he was about to speak, but suddenly saw the eyes that were almost condensed into substance.

What's going on? Isn't it a mystery novel that I write? Why does it feel like Senior Shiyu has just finished reading a pornographic book?

Hojo Kyosuke was shocked. Could it be that his writing skills are so good that even writing serious things can arouse Xingyu?

At this moment, he felt an itch at his knees.

He didn't even need to lower his head to be sure that there must be a small foot in black silk rubbing there.

He glanced around and saw that Yukino had already brought a copy of the novel to Mitsuha and the others. If he wrote a new work, he must share it as soon as possible. Yukino, who was meticulous, would never make mistakes in such small things.

As for Eriri, who was sitting on his right, she seemed to be stimulated by the fact that Senior Shiyu had completed the task first. She was gritting her teeth and drawing frantically.

In that case...

Kyosuke Hojo kept his upper body still, and quietly reached down with one hand, grabbing the little foot with ease.

It was warm to the touch. Although it was raining, the house had a first-class thermal insulation effect, so Senior Shiyu's feet were still warm.

The unique feel of black silk, gently rubbing it, not only has the smooth texture of high-grade fabrics, but also can feel the smoothness and elasticity of Senior Shiyu's feet.

Kyosuke Hojo first held the whole little foot in his hand horizontally, feeling Shiyu's small and cute, and then with the cooperation of Senior Shiyu, he slowly touched the round toes one by one, feeling Shiyu's shyness and boldness. The round toes would curl up under his touch, and then try to stretch out, playfully pushing and fingering in his palm.

Then, following the cute toes upwards, I carefully felt the lines of the instep of Senior Shiyu's foot. Through the black silk, I could clearly feel the fragile bones that seemed to break with a light tap. The delicate and fragile, light feeling of a girl was also perfectly reflected in this cute little foot.

Just touching her, Hojo Kyosuke couldn't help but touch along the ankle and calf.

The black silk is thickest at the toes, and it feels more cottony. When it reaches the calf, it is slightly stretched by the round and slender calf, and it feels a little gauze. The stretching and contraction of the stockings can be clearly felt between the fingertips. Going up, it is Senior Shiyu's plump thighs.

In terms of showing her own advantages, Kasumigaoka Shiyu is obviously a master-level woman. She has sufficient experience and knowledge reserves on how to shape and maintain a perfect and attractive body, and has also studied deeply how to show the most charming side when standing, sitting and walking.

As she felt Hojo Kyosuke's hand moving upward, she quietly stretched her legs diagonally to the right, which was just blocked by the table in front of the three people, so no one could see it.

When Hojo Kyosuke's hand reached the thigh, the first thing he touched was the linear muscle under the thigh, and immediately a high-definition picture appeared in his mind.

He turned his palm and touched the round thigh above. At this point, the stockings were stretched wider, and the palm seemed to have been in close contact with the smooth skin of Senior Shiyu without any obstruction, but he could feel the small holes on the stockings. This obstruction seemed insignificant, and it seemed like scratching an itch through a boot. This kind of hesitation could just arouse the turmoil and desire in people's hearts. At least Hojo Kyosuke had a strong urge to tear it apart.

The more he rubbed, the more he felt Senior Shiyu's smooth and delicate thigh through the stockings, the more he wanted to tear the black silk apart and caress it without any obstruction.

This pair of stockings is naturally excellent. As far as Hojo Kyosuke knows and has personally experienced, although Senior Sister Kasumigaoka is not short of money, she will not blindly buy stockings from European and American brands. Instead, she prefers some niche brands in Japan. She wears stockings every day and has her own unique theory. She will not only match stockings according to clothes, but also adjust them according to the weather.

Like today, the air after the rain is inevitably a little humid, and even the tatami feels a little unpleasant to touch, but her black silk legs feel as good as always. Whether it is the small and exquisite feet, the slender calves, or the round and plump thighs, the feeling of touching can only be described as satisfying, as if she is ready to be played with at any time and anywhere.

Hojo Kyosuke's palm strength gradually increased. He was no longer satisfied with stroking, but had begun to grab and knead Senior Sister Shiyu's plump leg meat, but with the stockings in the way, the grabbed leg meat would always slide away quickly.

He looked around with a sly look, first looking at Eriri, hmm, she was still painting hard, she was an excellent assistant! He praised her in his heart!

He looked at Senior Shiyu again, her gorgeous wine-red eyes were as charming as water just now, and now they were even more sticky as if they could be drawn, and her beautiful face was full of spring, and even her collar was opened a little...

Her charming posture of inviting someone into a trap made Hojo Kyosuke's heart jump violently. With a ten-level micro-expression, he clearly read the following sentence from Senior Shiyu's eyes: "It's okay to tear it, I wear stockings just for you to tear it."

His fingers moved and sank into the soft and elastic leg meat.

Hojo Kyosuke was tangled in his heart, not firm at all, tear it?

The reason why he said he was not firm at all was because his body had already taken the first step, which was quite honest.

At this moment, Eriri suddenly stood up and stretched, and a small foot wrapped in white over-the-knee socks accidentally kicked Hojo Kyosuke's hand.

Hmm? What is that?

It doesn't seem to be a knee?

Eriri turned her head with some suspicion and looked at the chore who was so bold as to force the supervisor to do hard labor.

Facing the doubtful eyes, Hojo Kyosuke showed a natural and polite smile.

So Eriri, who was sitting cross-legged, stretched her right foot to the left again.

Hand?

Kyosuke's hand?

What is this guy doing with his hand down there?

The girl's eyes widened suddenly.

Just when she was about to speak, her small foot was suddenly grabbed!

Her blue eyes opened wide, like a pure glass ball.

You, you... I, I...

My foot, Kyosuke, my foot is held in the palm of Kyosuke's hand?

She raised her eyebrows in disbelief and looked at the chore who was so bold as to still have that natural and polite smile.

This guy...

He knows what he is doing!

Hojo Kyosuke's forehead was covered with cold sweat. Fortunately, he grabbed Eriri's foot in time, otherwise this guy would have discovered the black silk beautiful leg across his crotch.

Now, under the table, the legs of the three people are like this.

Eriri and Hojo Kyosuke are both sitting cross-legged. Eriri's right foot is stretched along the floor towards Hojo Kyosuke, and is held in his hand. And Kasumigaoka Utaha's legs are lying on Hojo Kyosuke's thighs, extending diagonally from Eriri's calves.

Kyosuke, Kyosuke he...

Eriri's delicate and tender face like white porcelain is covered with red clouds, and her extremely smart brain is running wildly.

Kyosuke grabbed my foot. Kyosuke's hand has been down there just now, and I don't know what it is...

Flowing water has no shape, and drifting wind cannot find a trace. The reasoning of any case depends on absolutely invincible wisdom. The one who uncovers the truth is the seemingly brainless big-breasted blonde princess, but the wisdom is too strong, the famous detective Eriri!

There is only one truth!

Kyosuke! He has been trying to touch my feet secretly since just now!

He wants to touch my feet!

After completing a work, the passion in my heart has not only not cooled down, but even becomes more intense like a raging fire. If I can't vent, my heart will be extremely empty. In this case, Kyosuke is eager to use my beautiful little feet that are as delicate as works of art to fill the emptiness in his heart!

It must be like this!

Humph, although it is shameful, I have to admit that the vision of the clerk is still as good as ever.

I know that my feet are a unique treasure in history.

Although it should be reviewed, I still want to wish everyone a happy New Year's Day