armyinform Chapter 648: Designing a Murder for Yourself
Chapter 648: Designing a Murder for Yourself
Chapter 648: Designing a Murder for Yourself
"...When I saw that a playboy like you could have so many female fans, I saw through the nature of the world!"
Kenzo Chikano's voice was deep and full of wisdom:
"When you look at the silicone lovers of the great writers with a lustful eye, she is just a sex toy, but if your name is "Kenzo Chikano", then you will see a whole new world."
“With a built-in speaker that reads novels, the silicone lover instantly transforms from a sex toy into a teaching aid.
I will use the association's connections to lobby the Parent-Teacher Association to include the silicone lovers of the literary masters in the purchase list. It can be used in both Chinese language classes and sexual knowledge.
Think about it, something that was originally vulgar has become extremely sacred because of the novels of our association's writers! Students no longer have to study painfully, and releasing youth hormones has become a serious matter that can absorb knowledge. Whether it is students or parents, society or the country, they will all be grateful to our Mystery Writers Association..."
Kenzo Chikano had stood up and was giving a loud and passionate speech.
Hojo Kyosuke wanted to interrupt several times, but seeing the increasingly admiring look in Oosaka Tsuyoshi's eyes, he chose to remain silent.
He frowned. So, am I the only one who thinks Kenzo Chino has gone insane? Am I the only one who thinks this is embarrassing? Maybe other people in the association will be happy to accept this, and maybe they will even show off the sales data proudly, "Ah, my novel has become the most popular learning material."
hiss--
Hojo Kyosuke shuddered at the thought of that scene. He was 100% sure that if he joined Kenzo Chino's plan, his stupid subordinates would support him and use all the money they earned from scalping to buy silicone lovers who would recite "The Devotion of Suspect X" and "The Dream and Death of Writer K".
Even if those people vomit their souls when listening to the novel being read aloud, it's fine, but I'm afraid that the idiots will tie their silicone lovers to their backs and ride around on their bikes...
The exhaust pipe emits a humming sound, the silicone lover of the literary giant behind him sings crazily at the maximum volume, and the bad guys with dyed hair of various colors shout in unison "General Manager, you are the best"...
Oh my god, what kind of hell drawing is this!
At this moment, Hojo Kyosuke regretted deeply why he had such a smart brain and why he could imagine the scene so realistically.
……
Hell, that must be hell.
Or why not kill Kenzo Chikano during the award ceremony? People will die at these award ceremonies and balls anyway, and it would be abnormal if they didn't die. As the president of the Mystery Writers Association, let Kenzo Chikano take the lead and die first.
Without paying attention to the eager look on Oosaka's face, Hojo Kyosuke said quickly:
"Do you think those parents and teachers are crazy like you? How could they possibly listen to your nonsense!"
"What's so hard about this?"
Kenzo Chikano turned his head and slowly lowered his raised hands, his expression still arrogant.
If this guy was born a few decades earlier, he might have committed seppuku with Yukio Mishima. This is really crazy, Hojo Kyosuke complained in his heart. As a friend, he can't help in other ways. Hojo Kyosuke dared to guarantee that if Kenzo Chino asked him to be the kaishakunin, he would definitely chop off the other person's head cleanly.
After posing in an arrogant manner, Kenzo Chino looked at Hojo Kyosuke with an expression that said, "Hojo, how could you not even think of such a thing? You are so stupid," and said slowly:
"Didn't I say it at the beginning? I will use the association's connections to lobby the PTA."
"Unless you bring MacArthur into the Association now, I don't see any hope of your success."
Hojo Kyosuke said calmly, to be fair, he felt that it was not enough to just bring MacArthur in, and Japan had to retreat 30 years. Here I have to praise the mystery novelist again, this is really to kill if there is an opportunity, and to create opportunities if there is no opportunity. Others see the stock market soaring and think about making money, but they see making money and killing people, see companies go bankrupt and kill people, see parks being demolished and kill people, it is simply a congenital murder of the Holy Body.
Suddenly hearing the familiar yet unfamiliar name MacArthur, Kenzo Chino and Tsuyoshi Oosaka were both stunned. The latter regained his composure and began to seriously consider whether it was possible to embed his own audiobook in female teaching tools. The former, after a brief moment of surprise, looked at Hojo Kyosuke with the same expression as Momotaro.
"Yes, I don't have a five-star admiral, but I have Hojo Kyosuke!"
Kenzo Chino's tone was unusually cheerful:
"I have already made a plan. I will tell those parents when the time comes. Want to know why Hojo Kyosuke is so outstanding? Go buy the "Silicone Lover of the Great Writers"! He hides everything in it!"
"..."
The corners of Hojo Kyosuke's mouth twitched, and he was a little dazed for a moment. Kenzo Chikano and Eikichi Onizuka overlapped in front of him.
"I can see it."
He took a step forward and raised his hand to place it on Kenzo Chino's shoulder.
"Well, this is a promising way to succeed! Come on, Hojo, I'll give you the highest share! Or I'll just charge you the cost price!"
"No, I can see that you, President Chino, are determined to promote the development of Neon mystery novels."
"Need I say that? I aspire to be the best in the Japanese mystery world!"
"Okay, okay, come on, start choosing! Do you prefer the murder in a locked room or the murder in a nursery rhyme?"
Hojo Kyosuke smiled very kindly. Although Kenzo Chino didn't know why the topic suddenly turned to discussing favorite types of murders, he immediately justified his favorite tricks:
"If I have to say it, it's of course a personal trick. Putting the identity of the criminal on someone else, standing in the God's perspective, watching the detective and the PC being fooled around, it's simply an art!"
"That's true, but here I recommend that you choose the legendary killing and death message mode."
As Hojo Kyosuke spoke, he had already grabbed Kenzo Chino's neck with both hands:
"Kenzo Chino, the president of the association, died mysteriously during the award ceremony for the youngest winner in the association's history. He left behind a legendary story before his death. All the mystery novelists present became suspects, creating a classic country house party mode."
As he spoke, his hands gradually increased in strength:
"At the end of the story, Hojo Kyosuke, the most talented member of the association, deciphered the message left by the late president Kenzo Chino and found the real murderer. The criminal was none other than Kenzo Chino himself, who used incredible methods to disguise suicide as homicide. No, in other words, everyone present was an accomplice!
Because Kenzo Chikano created this suicide murder case just to let all the mystery novelists present..."
"Hey, Hojo, Chino is rolling his eyes! He's really rolling his eyes, ahhhh, his tongue is sticking out."
Oosaka interrupted Hojo Kyosuke's narration with a loud shout. He looked down and saw that Kenzo Chino was indeed rolling his eyes and trying to stick out his tongue. It was obviously a fake, after all, he didn't really use any force, but since the other party was acting so hard, he let go.
"Don't think of hitting on me, you bastard. I've sold all the peripheral copyrights of my novels to the company. If you still don't give up, I'll let Xisaki come to talk to you."
He said as he looked at Kenzo Chino who was pretending to cough.
"Hehe, forget it. Using other people's things will be enough." Kenzo Chino waved his hands repeatedly.
After playing for a while, the three of them sat down. Since there were only two chairs in the room, Kenzo Chikano, the owner of the room, chose to stand.
Hojo Kyosuke glanced at his two friends, knowing that they had never given up on that bad idea. In order to avoid being affected by the future social demise of the association, he began to think about how to stay out of it. After all, he was very self-aware. Once Kenzo Chino really launched the "Silicone Lover for Writers", there would definitely be customers asking why there was no Hojo Kyosuke model.
If you ask why, it's because he is so popular. This is an objective fact, even if you don't want to face it, it does exist.
How about recommending Zaimokuza and Hikigaya to the association? He had heard from the people in the Kendo Club that Zaimokuza seemed to like writing novels and wanted to become a light novel writer in the future. As for Hikigaya, he also had amazing talent. It was Zaimokuza who exposed Hikigaya's Diary of the God Realm and released it to the chat group. It was said that the two of them had a very fierce fight that day.
The reason why Hojo Kyosuke was thinking of recommending these two people to join the club was not because he felt that they had some amazing talents and could do this well. Instead, he was confident that if these two people were there, they would definitely make Kenzo Chino's bad idea go down the drain. It was uncertain whether it would succeed, but it would definitely fail.
After each taking a sip of water, Oosaka began to talk to Hojo Kyosuke about what happened during the final selection.
"…What should we do? If so many people start to make trouble at the awards ceremony, it will be a very ugly scene."
Oosaka Tsuyoshi said worriedly, should I say he is the real good friend. After all, this matter has nothing to do with him, even if Tsuruta Masajou makes trouble, it is difficult to implicate him, so he is now completely worried about Hojo Kyosuke and Chino Kenzo.
"Tsuruta Masao..."
Hojo Kyosuke repeated it in a low voice, but there was no worry on his face, instead there was a faint smile.
"See, Oosaka, I told you this guy must have had a plan."
Kenzo Chikano breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this. This was the tacit understanding among the conspirators.
Oosaka Tsuyoshi was surprised and asked, "Hojo, did you know that Nishizawa Osamu would ask Tsuruta Masao to come?"
"No, of course not. Even I wouldn't have the energy to pay attention to such trivial matters."
Hojo Kyosuke waved his hands. He was not being pretentious but speaking the truth. Although the subordinates could cover the roof of Nishizawa's house with just one word of instruction, it was really unnecessary.
"What about you?" Osaka Tsuyoshi asked in confusion.
"Don't ask me. It won't be fun if I tell you now. Just wait and see at the award ceremony. They are the ones who are causing trouble, but I will definitely not be the one who suffers."
Hojo Kyosuke smiled very easily.
As mystery novelists who enjoy murder and solving mysteries, Osaka Tsuyoshi and Chikano Kenzo strongly protested against Hojo Kyosuke's attempt to keep people on suspense, and they both asked what the plan was. However, Hojo Kyosuke refused to say anything, and let the two of them guess.
After another round of small talk, with Hojo Kyosuke's assurance, the two became excited again, and began to talk excitedly about the impact of Hojo Kyosuke's award, and about "the silicone lover of literary masters". Oosaka Tsuyoshi also imagined the future, saying that after the three of them died, the land near Hojo Kyosuke's home would be more valuable. Upon hearing this, Kenzo Chino was immediately dissatisfied. Although he could not compare with Hojo Kyosuke in terms of talent and appearance, he must have won in terms of contribution to the literary world.
"Even if I die now, my house will definitely be the most valuable, and the entrance fee will be enough for my descendants to enjoy!" Mr. Chikano shouted.
"I don't believe it." Osaka Tsuyoshi smiled slyly.
"Then I will die for you!"
"Calm down, Kinno-san!"
"When it comes to being a human being, you, Hojo, are the one to be trusted!"
"No, I mean you should wait until I buy two plots of land next to your house before you die, okay?"
“Buy together, buy together.”
"Then I won't die, Oosaka. You should die first. The cheapest one should die first. Hojo and I still have room for appreciation. It would be a pity to die now."
"Asshole, I haven't lived enough!"
"Don't worry, I'll get everyone in the association to help you plan a good death."
"Why has the topic turned to how to send me to death?"
"Gentlemen, I have a suggestion! Can our association cooperate with an organization that prevents national suicide? You see, although there is a suicide hotline, people who want to commit suicide will never call it, right?"
Kenzo Chikano's thoughts were quite divergent, and he became excited as he spoke.
Hojo Kyosuke nodded. This guy has a lot of bad ideas. But what he said is true. There are a lot of countermeasures to Japan's extremely high suicide rate, but they are useless. On the contrary, they become a catalyst. No one will call the suicide tendency consultation phone number. For Japanese people who are used to not causing trouble to others, asking for help is considered shameful.
"Since asking for help is shameful, we can invite them to design their own death and let them become a part of death. When they truly understand the horror of death, perhaps they will be able to face life again with strength."
As Kenzo Chikano spoke, his voice became lowered, and Hojo Kyosuke couldn't help but look over in surprise.
"I'm sorry, Kenzo Chikano, I thought you only knew how to come up with bad ideas, but I didn't expect you could have a normal mind sometimes." He sighed, but he didn't think this idea was of any use. On the contrary, if someone really died in the way the association helped design, Kenzo Chikano would truly be infamous for all eternity.
The three chatted for a while and then separated at the door. Hojo Kyosuke left a final sentence:
"Anyway, when they jump out, don't get too excited, just watch the show."
Thanks to the big guys for their monthly tickets, recommendation tickets and reward support.
tomorrow!
tomorrow!
I'll pay the 6,000 I owe tomorrow!
(End of this chapter)