Tokyo Girlfriend Illustrated Book

"Who are you?"

Kurokawa Toyoma asked. He had given up struggling. These people had made so many preparations. It was impossible just to kill their annoying puppy. There was no chance that he would survive today.

The only thing he can do now is to leave as many clues as possible for the police to solve the case later. Fortunately, he installed three cameras in his living room. The positions are very hidden. One is under the TV, one is on the picture frame above the sofa, and one is in the flower pot. Even if this group of villains is still finishing things after killing him, there will be no way. It's very possible that all of them will be discovered.

Of course, the premise is that this group of people will not be so crazy that they will burn down the house and pretend to commit suicide. However, generally speaking, setting fire to the house will not be used to disguise suicide, because the suicide method that Neon people are accustomed to using is to commit suicide by burning charcoal, because if the house is set on fire, there is a high probability that it will affect the surrounding people. Neighbors will cause trouble to the living.

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

In addition to preventing possible crimes, what he is more afraid of is that he has worked hard to earn royalties to support his family. When he is living and drinking outside, his wife is also drinking and drinking at home. This is absolutely intolerable to him.

Well, in order to hide it from his wife who cleans the house every day, he installed a very hidden camera. Now he just hopes that the police who come to investigate will not be as stupid as Lestrade (the policeman in Sherlock Holmes has very good professional skills and his special skill is "Go") Bring in Holmes!").

The moment this idea came to his mind, Kurokawa Toyoma felt a little desperate. All the excellent police officers in Neon went to film TV series, and those who were still working were just wasters of tax dollars, if not useless trash. They won't even hire a famous detective to solve the case.

"Are you asking for my name because you want to record it with the three cameras in the living room?"

Xisaki pushed up his glasses, his bright yellow eyes were like a night owl, sharp and terrifying.

"The one facing my face in the frame? Or the one under the TV shooting my back? Or the one in the vase? I bought it from Akin Electric Store in Akihabara. It's really exquisite. It’s a little gadget.”

He was smiling, looking less like a bad guy and 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 come to me if you want to install a camera?

As Tetsuta Kisaki pointed out the location of the camera one by one with great interest, Kurokawa Toyoya felt that the clothes, skin, and fat on his body were being peeled off layer by layer, and the coldness of the rainy day soaked into his bones. His jaw kept trembling from the cold, and his teeth kept chattering.

He knows he can read my mind!

Evil ghost!

This man is an evil spirit! !

Kurokawa Toyoma's last psychological defense collapsed, and she slid down the sofa.

"No, don't kill me! I have money! I still have 100 million in financial products, and I can use my previous works as collateral. No matter what you want, I will find a way! Please, don't kill me, I still I have a wife and children! My child is only in elementary school. Without me, he will become an orphan..."

The man rolled to the ground and crawled towards Tetsuta Kirisaki on all fours. He was talking incoherently, tears and saliva mixed together, and he completely lost all dignity.

Just looking at body shape, Kurokawa Toyoma who has gained weight in middle age is much bigger than Kisaki Tetsu. It seems that he can knock Kisaki to the ground with just one force, but he just crawls on the ground, holding Kisaki Tetsu Tai's legs kept begging and howling.

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

Kisaki Tetsuta thought so in his heart.

From the head start when he appeared, to the words he used to press forward step by step, every step he took was carefully planned. 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. And for a paper tiger like Kurokawa Toyoma, he has ten thousand ways to manipulate the opponent.

Looking at the unbearable man in front of her, Qisaki's respect for her elder brother became even stronger.

He can only achieve his goal through this dark way, while the elder brother crushes the enemy with majestic power like the sun.

After giving this disgraceful man a final look with disdain, Kisaki put on a friendly face:

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

His voice was full of bewilderment and even a little more respectful.

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

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

So ugly, this fat pig. Why is it that whether Big Brother wins or not is decided by such dirty things?

Looking at the face with snot and tears mixed together, Tetsuta Kisaki thought with disgust, at this moment he even wanted to have everyone in the Mystery Writers Association in his hands. They are just collecting more privacy. Although the public has a high tolerance for the personal ethics of these writers, there are always some bottom lines that they cannot touch. You don't need to be too skilled in deceiving others.

"We have made an appointment, don't you remember?" Kisaki said the honorific and reached out to grab Kurokawa Toyoma's arm to help him up.

"……reserve?"

Kurokawa Toyoma regained some sense.

"Yes, President Kenzo Konno should have called you, right?" Kisaki smiled brightly.

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 in the house 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 either. He wouldn't be kind enough to help Kurokawa Toyoya sort out 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, 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 bought 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 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... 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. Otherwise, might I have to 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, and you will be 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, and instead of washing 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 also 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 floor.

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 beast in just a few strokes at the beginning. The protagonist's image 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 frustration of the social beast in the previous part, but also made the readers look forward to the following part through the editor's presence. 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 will answer!

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

If that boy obediently comes to visit me and crawls at his feet like the protagonist of this novel, then I can'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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