raknovel Chapter 170 A Terrifying Twist, A Creepy Scene
Chapter 170 A Terrifying Twist, A Creepy Scene
Chapter 170 A Terrifying Twist, A Creepy Scene
When Mikoshiba Yasunori saw the protagonist of "Dear $-kun" swing his axe down, he secretly broke out in a cold sweat because the plot of "Dear $-kun" reminded him of the plot of "Two Bottles of Seasoning" that Maijo Kyosuke had mentioned five days earlier.
The thought of the prisoner in "Two Bottles of Seasoning" frantically chopping down trees in the yard, driven by the bizarre motive of simply wanting a good appetite, is quite striking.
Mikoshiba Yasunori felt as if he had a fishbone stuck in his throat, speechless and choked with emotion.
But—I've only just finished half of the manuscript of "Dear Mr." in my hand?
What other twists and turns will the story take?
Although Mikoshiba Yasunori had no idea what tricks Maijo Kyosuke was going to play in the story.
But for sure.
Kyosuke Maijo's story, "My Dear $-kun," will surely have an ending similar to "Two Bottles of Seasoning."
The same terrifying motive!
With a sense of apprehension, or perhaps a mixture of wanting to watch and being afraid to watch.
Mikoshiba Yasunori turned to the next page of the manuscript—
Dr. Hishida was one of the guests who were invited.
I sat down around the large round table in the restaurant with six other Japanese people, four people from country B, and one person from country C, a total of twelve people.
"If there were one more person, we would become the last supper."
"I can talk a lot," Reiner said in a serious tone.
She always maintains a calm expression when she jokes.
In fact, her jokes had never made anyone laugh, and this time was no exception. Apart from me, no one laughed.
The reason I laughed was certainly not because her lame jokes were funny.
It was simply because she didn't know, and no one else did, that there was a thirteenth person in the room.
It's set on the dining table.
That was the main dish I had carefully prepared since morning.
Next to the dishes were lilies, which Rongzi had brought.
Like Madame Butterfly, Eiko was one of the three I considered.
"No, it really is the Last Supper. There was originally a thirteenth person in this room."
Rongzi suddenly said this.
After speaking, she stared at me meaningfully through the flowers. She knew that Japanese women were mysterious in the eyes of foreigners, so she always stared at me with this kind of look to highlight her mysterious aura: "Because Jack, you are both Jesus and Judas, right?"
I know perfectly well why Rongzi would say such nonsensical things.
She used to think I was a gentle man, but at the end of last year, I suddenly broke up with her very coldly.
So she must think I'm even more wicked than Judas now, right?
Indeed, on this night, I was both a saint and a devil.
But this is not because I tenderly loved a woman and then discarded her like scraps of paper.
It's because of what I'm about to do.
I lifted the copper plate containing the main course.
Rongzi clearly still had feelings for me, seeing that I was unable to move around easily.
She then acted like a hostess in front of the other guests.
I personally distributed the main course to everyone's plates.
The faces of the twelve people were enveloped in white steam and the mysterious, rich aroma of spices.
After a long while, everyone seemed to realize something and raised their glasses.
I shouted "Cheers!" and downed the deep red wine in one gulp.
Nobody knows why we're toasting.
The first person to eat the main course was a young Japanese man who was learning the language of country B from me.
Seeing his white teeth chewing and his throat bobbing, I knew my plan had succeeded!
"tasty!"
He said "delicious" in the B language, his pronunciation very serious, as if he were in my class.
The atmosphere at the dinner party became awkward.
Because there are two Japanese people who don't speak the language of country B, and two people from country B who don't speak Japanese.
This is why these four people remained silent.
However, none of that matters. What matters is that dinner was exactly as I expected and a great success!
Everyone praised my cooking without reservation.
They finished it all in less than 30 minutes!
I was particularly interested in Dr. Hishida's reaction because he is a gourmet and even published a book on cooking while he was still a doctor.
I'd love to hear his opinion on my cooking.
That's one of the reasons I invited him.
He started by chewing silently, but his eyes behind his glasses soon revealed a look of astonishment.
"This is--?"
Dr. Hishida is able to accurately identify the age and region of various red wines, so it's normal for him to be surprised.
I matched his expression, pretending to be serious, and then said, "Mr. S, your name."
Just like the jokes Reiner told, my words failed to make anyone laugh.
When everyone heard your name, "Jun," they fell silent. Several people put down their cutlery and looked at me with reproachful eyes.
Clearly, in their view, I said something inappropriate.
At that moment, Jessie, a girl from country C, suddenly burst into laughter, relieving the awkward atmosphere.
But I felt no gratitude toward Jesse; I simply made up a mysterious cooking method for the astonished Dr. Hishida.
I specifically told him that he must try it later.
Although a month later, when he discovered I was talking nonsense, it was all over.
After the dinner.
I felt my burning emotions slowly dissipate, and my disappointment was filled with joy.
So I sat in the living room, drinking coffee and chatting with Dr. Hishida: "What happened to that beautiful doctor afterwards?"
This is another reason why I invited Dr. Hishida; I really enjoyed the process.
She took a few days off.
Dr. Hishida avoided eye contact, then quickly changed the subject. Judging from his guilty expression, he clearly believed that the woman's sudden disappearance was related to him.
In that case, there shouldn't be any problems for now, right?
I looked toward the kitchen and just then saw Jesse open my refrigerator door.
That annoying guy! He opened someone else's refrigerator without asking!
But it doesn't matter, perhaps Hishida, being a doctor, can notice the strangeness in the refrigerator.
But foolish Jesse wouldn't realize what it was.
Jesse didn't greet me and took out ginger ale from the refrigerator.
I happened to see a Japanese youth trying to open his bedroom door.
Honestly, when I saw the other person's hand gripping the bedroom doorknob, my heart was pounding wildly!
Because in the darkness behind that door lies the thirteenth person in the room!
Fortunately, the Japanese youth had only mistaken the room for a bathroom. When he couldn't open it, he turned and left.
My stiff expression caught Dr. Hishida's attention, but when I smiled at him, he smiled back.
Why is that door locked?
Neither Dr. Hishida nor anyone else had considered this issue.
Just after 10 o'clock, when everyone was getting ready to go home.
Rongzi came up to me: "Jack, what kind of wax did you put on the floor tiles?"
"The floor tiles were covered in white grease. I washed my hands, but they were still sticky."
Rongzi placed her hand on my face and then withdrew it, leaving my face feeling sticky: "The cleaning lady who comes once a week mistakenly used car wax to wipe the floor tiles."
The guests said their goodbyes one after another. Before leaving, one guest asked to use the phone, but I immediately refused, saying that the phone was malfunctioning.
But actually, I broke the phone myself, and it's unusable now.
Rongzi was the last to leave. She wanted to spend another night with me, but I told her to go back first because I was tired.
The moment the door closed, her eyes looked vulnerable and sorrowful.
After seeing Rongzi off, I locked the door tightly.
The large room fell silent.
However, I don't feel lonely, because I have completed the prologue to my dream.
Uyama Hideomi looked at the manuscript paper in his hand, which had less than five pages left, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.
The story of "My Dear Mr." has progressed to this point.
How else can this be reversed?
Is this all there is to the plot of "My Dear Lord"?
Uyama Hideomi swallowed hard, his throat bobbing, and looked at Maishiro Kyosuke, who was not far away, with a worried expression.
The worry in my heart was even greater than that of Jack, the protagonist in the story "Dear Mr.", when he saw someone about to open his bedroom door!
It's worth noting that Maijo Kyosuke has only just stepped from being a "new writer" to becoming a "well-known writer."
Simply put, at this moment, Maijo Kyosuke has not yet firmly established himself as a "well-known writer".
If "My Dear Mr." is only of this quality, readers will definitely not buy it!
Because of this quality, although it cannot be said to be extremely poor.
However, it is completely incomparable to the four divine masterpieces: "A Bellflower," "The Conclusion," "The Mystery of the Death Row Inmate," and "The Third Statute of Limitations."
If it's only this quality—to be published in Top Hat magazine—
That means that Maijo Kyosuke has exposed a huge flaw!
He might even be labeled as "lacking inspiration" or "having run out of ideas" by critics, authors, and other publishers who dislike Kyosuke Maijo!
The influence of this kind of "hat" is not just as simple as being scolded a few times.
Because once this "hat" is placed on Maishiro Kyosuke's head, it will inevitably affect the goodwill that Maishiro Kyosuke has in the hearts of readers!
If readers' goodwill towards Maijo Kyosuke decreases, it will naturally affect the sales of Top Hat magazine!
This disadvantage is like a loose thread on a sweater. At first, it's just a small loose thread that no one cares about. Everyone thinks that as long as they pull off the loose thread, they can still keep the sweater intact.
But little did they know that a thousand-mile dike can be breached by an ant hole!
If Kyosuke Maijo's "Dear $-kun" is of this quality, it will be published in Top Hat magazine.
The negative impact it brings is absolutely enough to erase all the achievements that Maijo Kyosuke has made before!
After all, Hideomi Uyama was a senior editor who had served for fifteen years, so it was no exaggeration for him to have such thoughts.
Because let alone a writer like Maijo Kyosuke, who is at the level of a "well-known writer".
Even in the 1960s, Sasazawa Saho was known as one of the "Three Masters of the Social Mystery School" along with Matsumoto Seichō, the "Father of Social Mystery," and Sano Hiroshi, the "Fourth Chairman of the Mystery Writers of Malaysia."
Because his later works were filled with all sorts of strange love stories and clichéd plots, readers grew to dislike him, and he gradually lost his fame.
Therefore, Hideomi Uyama was worried about Kyosuke Maishiro.
Just as Uyama Hideomi was pondering whether he should discuss it with Maishiro Kyosuke alone.
Suddenly, I heard Kiyoshi Kasai next to me let out a strange scream.
"Huh? What?"
Although Kiyoshi Kasai's voice wasn't loud, it still drew the attention of everyone in the quiet private room.
When Kasai Kiyoshi saw everyone in the room looking at him with a puzzled expression, he put his hands together and said awkwardly, "I'm sorry—I disturbed everyone."
After speaking, Kasai Kiyoshi turned his gaze to Maijo Kyosuke, who was not far away.
Seeing that Maishiro Kyosuke was also looking at him with a smile, Kasai Kiyoshi's lips curled up, his eyes narrowed into slits, and he gave Maishiro Kyosuke a thumbs up, making a gesture of great appreciation.
When Uyama Hideomi saw Kasai Kiyoshi give Maijo Kyosuke a thumbs-up with an admiring look, he felt a little strange and couldn't understand why Kasai Kiyoshi was so happy.
Because in my opinion, "Dear Mr."
I definitely felt like I hadn't performed well.
However, considering that Kiyoshi Kasai is Kyosuke Maijo's "number one fan," it doesn't seem so strange.
"Mr. Kasai——"
Hideomi Uyama leaned close to Kiyoshi Kasai's ear and asked in a very low voice, "Mr. Kasai, objectively speaking, is Ms. Maishiro's 'Dear $-kun' really that good?"
"Although it's not quite right to say it like that, I really think—this time, Ms. Maishiro's performance was a bit off—"
Upon hearing Uyama Hideomi's words, Kasai Kiyoshi's face showed an unusually surprised expression.
The astonished look seemed to question Hideomi Uyama's taste, a quality honed over fifteen years as an editor.
This made Hideomi Uyama feel even more strange.
Kiyoshi Kasai and Hideomi Uyama stared at each other for five or six seconds, then, as if they had thought of something, looked down at the manuscript in Hideomi Uyama's hand.
Seeing that the book "Dear Mr." in Uyama Hideomi's hands was still on the last six pages, Kasai Kiyoshi understood why Uyama Hideomi had said those words just now.
Thinking of all this, Kasai Kiyoshi leaned close to Uyama Hideomi's ear and whispered, "Mr. Uyama, when you asked me just now, I thought you had a serious problem with your taste, otherwise why would you question Ms. Maishiro's abilities?"
"However, seeing that you haven't finished reading the manuscript yet, I know that Mr. Yushan, you are probably too worried about Ms. Maishiro, so you've become a little anxious."
"However, you can rest assured that even if this 'Dear Mr. $' wasn't written by Ms. Wu Cheng, it's still a top-notch masterpiece!"
"If you patiently read through the last few pages, I guarantee you won't be disappointed!"
Upon hearing what Kasai Kiyoshi said, Uyama Hideomi also felt that he had been a bit too hasty; he hadn't even finished reading the manuscript before his mind started wandering.
Thinking of this, Uyama Hideomi nodded to Kasai Kiyoshi and turned to the fifth page from the bottom of "My Dear $-kun".
I sat in my wheelchair, my gaze fixed on the bedroom that the Japanese youth had tried to open earlier.
He then pushed the wheelchair into the bedroom.
The bedroom was pitch black, and I fumbled for the light switch on the wall.
Only the lamp on the bedside table was lit.
Under the dim light of the lampshade, the beautiful female doctor lay on the ground.
Her skin was white and hard, like plaster, and her open eyes were like dusty glass beads, devoid of any luster, staring blankly at the ceiling.
"it's over."
I mumbled something, as if I were talking to her.
They were then relieved from the tension of the past three hours.
I'm so tired, I almost fainted in front of everyone.
The bedroom was cold and lifeless, like a giant coffin buried deep underground.
I sat next to her for a long time, constantly muttering "It's over," "It's over."
She slowly and quietly sat up, then stared at me blankly for a while before saying, "The anesthetic is about to wear off."
She seemed afraid of me and squatted down beside my feet: "Doesn't it hurt?"
The doctor's distinctive tone, cold and aloof.
This doesn't sound like a conversation between a couple.
But that's normal. After what happened, she obviously doesn't want to be my girlfriend anymore.
She wanted to maintain a doctor-patient relationship with me, because only in this way could she escape the fear of reality.
Her eyes were filled with despair, her skin was deathly pale and bloodless, and she looked as if she were dead.
Even though I am the one who is about to die—
She pulled back the blanket that had been covering my knees. I was wearing shorts, but my legs were no longer visible underneath.
where are they?
I think I don't need to say anything more, right?
"what?"
"What...what's going on?"
Jiang Liumei saw this and couldn't help but cover her mouth and exclaim in surprise!
Other people who exclaimed in surprise included Mikoshiba Kyoko, who was sitting opposite Eri, and Kenzaki Mitsuki!
Because of the outrageous plot of "My Dear Lord".
This is completely unexpected!
This left their brains completely unable to process this unexpected and terrifying reversal!
Of course, Hideomi Uyama, Katsunori Tatara, Yumeaki Hirayama, and even Manji Gonda, who is known as the "master of commentary," were all stunned by the terrible plot twist in "Dear $-kun"!
She was simply too shocked to gasp like the other girls present.
Yokomizo Seishi, after all, was in poor health.
He needs to rely on magnifying glasses to barely read the text.
Meanwhile, Takao Tsuchiya, along with Kyosuke Maijo, will need to help Seishi Yokomizo slowly read the story of "Dear $-kun".
So while everyone else was nearing the end of the story, Seishi Yokomizo hadn't yet reached the exciting part of "Dear $-kun".
Naturally, no one knew why some of the people present exclaimed in surprise, while others looked astonished.
However, Yokomizo Seishi was not too surprised by the reactions of the crowd.
Because Kyosuke Maijo is the genius mystery writer who wrote "The Summer of the Ubume," a story with ingenious solutions!
Since "My Dear $-kun" was also written by Maijo Kyosuke.
It's not hard to understand why it can have such a powerful impact.
Thinking about all this, Seishi Yokomizo only hoped that he could work harder and finish reading the story of "Dear $-kun" as soon as possible.
Let's see what surprises Maijo Kyosuke can bring us this time.
The terrifying plot twists and chilling scenes in "Dear $-kun" left Gonda Manji's mind blank!
When they came to their senses...
It was only then that Manji Gonda discovered that there was still a mystery in "Dear $-kun" that remained unsolved: why did the protagonist do this?
Realizing this, Gonda Manji hurriedly turned to the last page of the story of "My Dear $-kun"—
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