Chapter 526 The Best Yellow-Haired Man in the World

"Who are you?"

Kurokawa Toyoya asked. He had given up struggling. These people had made so many preparations. It was impossible that they just wanted to kill his annoying puppy. He had no chance of escaping today.

The only thing he could do now was to leave clues for the police to solve the case as much as possible. Fortunately, he had three cameras installed in his living room. The location was very hidden. One was under the TV, one was on the picture frame above the sofa, and one was in the flower pot. Even if this group of villains killed him and dealt with the end, it was unlikely that all of them would be discovered.

Of course, the premise was that this group of people would not be so crazy as to burn down the house to disguise themselves as suicide. However, in general, arson would not be used to disguise suicide, because the Japanese people were more accustomed to charcoal suicide, because if the house was set on fire, there was a high probability that it would affect the surrounding neighbors and cause trouble for the living.

As for why there were three cameras in the living room, as a mystery novelist, isn't this a basic operation? There were only three in the living room, but four in the master bedroom!

In addition to preventing possible crimes, he was more afraid that he worked hard to earn royalties to support his family, and when he was out having fun, his wife was also having fun at home, which he absolutely could not tolerate.

Well, in order to hide it from his wife who cleaned the house every day, his camera was installed very secretly. Now he just hoped that the police who came to investigate would not be as stupid as Lestrade (the police in Sherlock Holmes, with very strong professional ability, and his special skill was "Go and ask Sherlock Holmes!").

The moment this idea came into his mind, Kurokawa Toyomasa felt a little desperate. All the excellent police officers in Japan went to film TV series. Even if those who were still working were not useless, they were also parasites who wasted tax money. They would not even ask famous detectives to solve the case.

"You asked my name, do you want to record it with the three cameras in the living room?"

Xisaki pushed his glasses, and his bright yellow eyes were like night owls, sharp and terrifying.

"The one facing my face on the picture frame? Or the one under the TV that's filming my back? Or the one in the vase? I bought it from the Akin Electric Appliances Store in Akihabara. It's a really neat little gadget."

He smiled, not like a bad guy, but more like a door-to-door salesman selling home cameras.

The camera you bought is so rubbish that you can find it at a glance. Why don't you find me if you want to install a camera?

As Tetsuta Xisaki pointed out the location of the cameras with interest, Kurokawa Toyomasa felt that his clothes, skin, and fat were being peeled off layer by layer. The coldness of the rainy day penetrated into his bones, making his chin tremble and his teeth chatter.

He knew that he could see through my thoughts!

Evil spirit!

This person is an evil spirit! !

Kurokawa Toyomasa's last psychological defense line collapsed, and he slid down the sofa.

"No, don't kill me! I have money! I still have a wealth management product worth 100 million yuan, and I can use my previous works as collateral. I will find a way to get whatever you want! Please, don't kill me, I still have a wife and children! My child is just in elementary school, and he will become an orphan without me..."

The man rolled to the ground, crawled towards Tetsuta Kisaki on all fours, and spoke incoherently, with tears and saliva mixed together. He completely lost all his dignity.

If you only look at the size, the middle-aged and fat Kurokawa Toyomasa is much bigger than Tetsuta Kisaki. It seems that he can knock Kisaki to the ground with one force, but he just crawled on the ground, holding Tetsuta Kisaki's legs and begging and howling.

This man is useless, and he will never have the courage to show his fangs to his big brother again.

Tetsuta Kisaki thought so in his heart.

From the first move when he appeared, to the pressure with words, every step he took was carefully designed. He is a master at playing with people's hearts. Only those who are truly strong in soul, body and spirit can make him fail. For a paper tiger like Kurokawa Toyoma, he has ten thousand ways to control the other party.

Looking at the unbearable man in front of him, Xisaki's admiration for his elder brother became stronger.

He can only achieve his goals in this dark way, while his elder brother crushes the enemy with a grand momentum like the sun.

Finally, he looked at this undignified man with contempt, and Xisaki put on a friendly face:

"Teacher Kurokawa, what are you talking about? When did I say I would kill you?"

His voice was full of confusion, and even a little more respect.

"... I will work hard to make money and contribute to you, as long as... um?"

Kurokawa Toyoma, who was constantly begging for mercy, raised his head in confusion.

It's so ugly, this fat pig. Why is it that whether the elder brother wins the award is determined by such a dirty thing?

Looking at the face with snot and tears mixed together, Xisaki Tetsuta thought with disgust in his heart. At this moment, he even wanted to control everyone in the Mystery Writers Association. It's just collecting more privacy. Although the public has a high tolerance for the private morality of these writers, there are always some bottom lines that they cannot touch. Xisaki should not be too skilled in framing others.

"We have an appointment, don't you remember?" Xisaki said in a polite manner, reaching out to grab Kurokawa Toyomasa's arm and trying to help him up.

"... Appointment?"

Kurokawa Toyomasa regained some rationality.

"Yes, President Kenzo Chino should have called you, right?" Xisaki smiled.

The memory of being squeezed into a corner emerged, and Kurokawa Toyoma remembered that it was because that bastard Kenzo Konno asked him to mentor some bullshit juniors that he was blocked at home by this group of thugs. Otherwise, he would have been there long ago. Have a great time in Tokyo.

Juniors...

His mind was a little sluggish as he thought.

Do you want to ask your juniors for advice, these three guys who are more vicious than the Yakuza?

He thought a little uncertainly.

Kisaki Tetsuta didn't say anything. He would not be kind enough to help Kurokawa Toyoya clear his thoughts. This was what he wanted for the other party to become like this.

After a while, seeing the three men in black suits still sitting motionless, as if they really had no intention of tying a knot around his neck with a nylon rope, Kurokawa Toyoya slowly sat up.

"You wrote a novel? Do you want me to guide you?" He whispered hesitantly, as if he had just learned to speak.

"It's not my work, and I don't want your guidance. I just want you to take a look."

Kisaki still smiled warmly and turned sideways to pick up a briefcase placed on the tatami.

It turns out that there are not rubber gloves and nylon ropes inside... Kurokawa Toyoya suddenly realized it, and then suddenly his waist straightened up.

You bastard, you came to me for help, why can't you just knock on the door and come in? Do you have to do this? Are you asking for advice?

No, but why does this person want to investigate me in such detail? Even if you want to find a reliable teacher, you won't have to go to this point, right? You even know how much I paid for the dog and where I bought the camera. What is the purpose of this? Could it be that he didn't actually want to ask me for guidance, but that he wanted to threaten me to help him write a book to make money?

But in that case...

For a time, countless thoughts piled up in Kurokawa Toyoya's mind, like a mess.

This is the case for people who are not mentally strong enough. They collapse easily and bounce back extremely quickly, but they are like castles in the air that can be destroyed by a gust of wind without anyone pushing them.

With his eyes flickering, Kurokawa Toyoya gave up questioning the person in front of him.

Let’s talk about it after making sure it’s safe. Just call the police to avoid retaliation, but be sure to call and scold him... and question that bastard Kenzo Konno.

"Where's the novel?"

He reached out his hand and decided to use 120% of his strength to guide the other party. Because the yellow-haired man had already pulled out a large piece of A4 paper full of handwriting from his briefcase.

"Do you think it's appropriate to touch the work of my commander-in-chief with your dirty hands?"

Kisaki's voice was still gentle, but her eyes with a cold light made Kurokawa Toyoya almost jump in fright.

He is indeed a lunatic! Grass! Fortunately, I didn't reach out to take it directly, or else I might have cut off my hand?

"Yes, yes, it's inappropriate. How can my dirty hands touch the work of the Commander-in-Chief!"

While shouting loudly, he crawled and rolled back. The desperate memory just now resurfaced again, making him clearly realize that these guys are not the easy-to-bully juniors in the literary world.

This kind of wooden two-story building is not only cold in winter and hot in summer, but also has a major pain point: there is only a bathroom on the first floor. If you want to use the bathroom, you have to go down to the first floor. In addition, the stairs are narrow and steep, making you feel confused when you get up in the middle of the night. There are at least hundreds of people who fall unconscious on the stairs in the toilet every year. This is not an exaggeration in cartoons.

The bathroom of the Kurokawa family is on the right side of the entrance. If you want to wash your hands, you have to walk past the killer who killed Xiao Hei with water stains on his body.

Kurokawa Toyoya walked over cautiously. The man suddenly moved, making him tremble in fright. Fortunately, the man just changed direction and moved from blocking the connection between the living room and the entrance to the front of the entrance. Tightly blocked.

Are you still preparing me to escape?

He quickly walked into the bathroom, without rushing to wash his hands and face, he turned on the faucet and took out his mobile phone.

"Outside"

There is no signal, no wonder I haven't heard the sound of the TV for a long time.

Is this a professional killer? They even implemented signal shielding? ?

Giving up the struggle, he quickly unbuttoned his pants and went to the toilet. His underwear was all wet and uncomfortable, but he had no time to change.

After washing his hands carefully, he took out the disposable rubber gloves that his wife would wear when cleaning and put them on.

Back in the living room, the manuscript had been placed on the coffee table. There was only a pile of paper on the entire coffee table, and all the original items on the coffee table had been swept to the ground.

Faced with this posture, Kurokawa Toyoya knelt down from the door of the living room and walked all the way to the table.

"Can I start please?"

He asked respectfully. After seeing the yellow haired man nodded, he made two more ninety-degree bows towards the manuscript, with his head on the ground. Then he carefully opened the manuscript.

"The Dream and Death of Writer K"

scare! !

What the hell? ?

The first time I saw the title of the book, Toyoya Kurokawa was almost frightened out of her wits.

Resisting the urge to peek at the yellow-haired face, he carefully opened the pages of the book.

Oh, okay, okay, it’s not trying to kill me, it’s a real novel. After glancing around, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Why novels are indispensable to human society? Kurokawa Toyoma has the answer now. As long as the content is exciting enough, even if a gun is pointed at your head, you can temporarily escape the fear of death.

So well written! !

His expression became more and more focused, sometimes frowning and sometimes laughing.

The protagonist, the writer K, depicts the tragic situation of a social animal in just a few strokes at the beginning. The image of the protagonist is vivid on the page. Although he is sinking in the sweat company, he has not given up chasing his dreams. Let alone ordinary readers, even himself This kind of professional writer can't help but take it in after reading it.

Later, when writer K won the award, the story of the crazy joy was also very good. The author grasped the suppression first and then the promotion very well. It not only released the depression of the social beast in the previous part, but also made the readers look forward to the next part through the presence of the editor. plot.

You’ve made a lot of money, what will you do next? The first thing is definitely to get fired from the company, then buy a luxury house, buy a luxury car, and catch up with the good-looking lady at the last sorority.

No, most people will definitely be so indulgent after success, but the protagonist has entered another battlefield and started to strive for the big prize.

The so-called novels are derived from reality but higher than reality. What the reader cannot do, the protagonist of the novel can do. But it’s not that it’s completely impossible. It’s just that compared to the protagonist, I lack some necessary qualities, lack of persistence, lack of effort...

This novel is really great!

Kurokawa Toyoma thought this in his heart. Although the name of the mystery novel award in the novel was a bit weird, he didn't think much about it as he was obsessed with the novel at the moment.

He just can't wait to see what happens next!

As writer K was being made things difficult by various judges, Kurokawa showed a knowing smile on his face, yes, this is reality. Do you want to win an award if your novel is well written? Nothing is that simple! Go and ask Van Gogh if he can answer!

Catch the prize? He is familiar with this! Isn’t that Hojo Kyosuke competing for a prize right now?

If that boy obediently came to visit me and crawled at my feet like the protagonist of this novel, then I couldn't be compassionate and give him some advice on what kind of novel is a good work and what kind of neon society needs it. Writers, we speculate on how writers achieve their current social status!

However, that boy is so arrogant!

Just because the novel sells well, you don’t take us seniors seriously? So what if you have connections in the Metropolitan Police Department? Are they going to embarrass me because of a brat like you? Now you actually want to draw some messy mystery comics?

Toyoma Kurokawa vaguely remembers that when Hojo Kyosuke's novel was first released, some people in the literary world were telling him to go back to painting children's picture books. Now it seems that it really makes sense.

"What are you thinking about? Pay attention to me!!"

"Yes! Yellow-haired Lord! I obey! Yellow-haired Lord!"

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