Chapter 525 No One Knows How to Be Cold and Hard Better than Me

[Nishitokyo City]

One of the five judges of the 2015 Mystery Writers Association Grand Prize, Kurokawa Toyomasa, lives here.

His hometown is Imabari City, Ehime Prefecture. He graduated from the Sculpture Department of Kyoto City University of Arts. He worked as an art teacher at the Prefectural Chin Nishi High School in Fukuoka Prefecture, Kyushu. After writing his first novel "Broken Vows", he resigned and became a full-time writer. He then settled in Nishitokyo City. The house is an old wooden building. The previous owner was...

Tetsuta Kisaki sat in the car, looking down at the information in his hand. Although he had basically memorized everything on the stack of paper, for a smart player like him, it was a deep-rooted habit to repeatedly confirm various details in his mind before taking action.

The information in his hand recorded all the information about Kurokawa Toyomasa in detail. I won’t mention the basics like height and age, but the hospital where he was born, the social gathering where he met his wife, the screenshot of the video of the first time they checked into a hotel room that was captured by a camera somewhere, the design drawings of the house, the drawings of the renovation three years ago, and if you look closely, the official seal of the construction company is printed on the drawings...

He was not the only one in the car. In addition to the driver, there were two sturdy men who went with him. They all wore the same black suits, but the color of Xisaki’s tie was more conspicuous than the others.

He knew that with his skills, he would basically be delivering food wherever he went, so he would never travel alone as long as there was a possibility of conflict.

The car was quite quiet, with only the sound of raindrops hitting the roof. After leaving the Tokyo metropolitan area (23 wards) and entering the city area, the rain was heavier, and the momentum was very scary when it hit the roof.

Xisaki pulled at his seat belt. Just the act of wearing a seat belt while sitting in the back seat made it impossible to tell whether they were evil forces or public officials. After all, looking at the entire Neon, no more than 20% of people who would wear seat belts when sitting in the back seat would wear seat belts.

This is of course also the credit of Hojo Kyosuke. "Don't worry about whether your suit will be wrinkled or not, fasten your seat belts. I don't want to see the news of your heads stuck on the windshield and dying tragically."

Beside him was a brown briefcase, which contained the latest work of his elder brother.

He started reading the novel as soon as he got the book. With his reading speed, he had finished reading it before the car drove out of the 23rd district. Although he always admired his elder brother's talent, he didn't expect that his elder brother would produce such an excellent work for such a dirty thing.

When Xisaki mentioned this, he became even more angry. Obviously, what he should do at this time is to take the manuscript to the publishing house to help his elder brother get benefits, increase royalties, and ask the publishing house to increase the publicity budget... These are what he should do now, and these are the treatment that his elder brother's new work should enjoy.

Instead of going to the home of a loser who relies on his seniority to do things like now.

That bastard must be taught a lesson.

The car moved steadily towards Kurokawa Toyomasa's house and soon arrived at the target location.

An old neon wooden house looks a bit like the house of Yamazakura Group last time, but the wall is much lower. The pine branches sticking out of the wall look even crisper against the backdrop of the rain, and the black bricks and tiles are neatly arranged on the roof. Anyone who knows that Kurokawa Toyomasa is a writer will definitely feel that "he is indeed a writer, and even the house looks like he has read books" when seeing such a house.

The driver got out of the car first, holding an umbrella for the military advisor, and returned to the car after Xisaki Tetsuta opened the umbrella himself, and then drove to find a parking lot nearby.

Xisaki looked up and looked at the house in front of him through the rain curtain, and various information flashed through his mind like running water.

"Do as I said before." He said without looking back.

At this moment, a dog barked in the yard of the house. Under the obstruction of the rain, the dog inside only realized that someone had come to the door.

"Yes."

The two people following Xisaki agreed, one of them closed the umbrella, took a step forward, put his hand on the fence, and in the blink of an eye, he climbed inside, and the barking of the dog stopped.

Xisaki knew that this was the subordinate and the puppy becoming good friends. Just like what his elder brother did with Team Leader Tsuchima of the Yamazakura Group.

The courtyard door was opened inward, and Xisaki handed the umbrella to another subordinate.

In the house, Kurokawa Toyoma, who was dozing on the sofa, was awakened by the barking of the dog.

"Asshole, what are you barking all day long."

He muttered, and moved his feet to go out and scold the stupid dog for barking.

The puppy was bought by his son, and it was not cute at all, just as noisy as his son. Today, his wife went to participate in the activities of his son's interest class, so he was able to spend a leisurely day. He originally planned to leave for Tokyo (Center) at noon and relax with friends in the evening, but a phone call disrupted his plan.

The caller was Kenzo Chino, the current director of the Mystery Writers Association. He was asked to help a junior with his new work and give him some guidance. A villain is a villain. He gets carried away when he gets in power. He actually wants me to help him with a phone call. He is really ignorant.

Kurokawa Toyomasa turned on the TV obediently while cursing. He planned to not give face to the junior no matter what the relationship between him and Kenzo Chino was. He must criticize him severely. Of course, it is impossible to read it seriously. Just say that the writing is too bad, the plot logic is terrible, and the manual of home appliances is more interesting than your book...

Anyway, no matter what book it is, it must have this problem. Didn't you ask me to guide it? Then I will guide it well.

As he was thinking, Kurokawa Toyoya found that the dog outside had stopped barking, which made him return to the sofa. His eyelids drooped uncontrollably, and he was about to fall asleep again.

Rainy days are really suitable for sleeping...

He thought drowsily that if he were young, he would like to write furiously in such gloomy weather. Accompanied by the sound of the pattering rain, he unscrupulously lamented the darkness of the neon society, which would make him feel a sense of grief and indignation of being isolated from the world, and he felt that he was really a hero.

The most famous plot in his debut work was that on a gloomy rainy day, the gangsters who were kicked out of the house found the woman who defrauded him of money, so they broke into the house directly.

At that time, I was not as weak and drowsy as I am now, and I had endless energy all day long.

So, the kid named Hojo Kyosuke should wait a few more years obediently. This is the care from the predecessors.

Oh, yes, that's right. He wears a suit even at home, full of fighting spirit.

In a daze, a young man with yellow hair and a black suit seemed to appear in front of Kurokawa Toyomasa.

I miss it so much. There are many energetic young people like this in Fukuoka.

Fukuoka, the country of Shura, is the most concentrated area of ​​Japanese gangs.

Most Japanese people may never see a real pistol in their lifetime. Even the gangsters regard pistols as the ultimate weapon. But in Fukuoka, the police even set up a special hotline for reporting grenades.

Yes, grenades, not only grenades, but also regulations specifically for grenades: "Grenade throwing is not allowed, even imitations are not allowed."

Even if there are no grenades, they will make fake grenades to scare you to death. The simplicity of the people's customs can be seen.

It is the experience of living in Fukuoka in those years that made Kurokawa Toyomasa what he is today. He is a hard-boiled writer, that is, the protagonist is a cold and tough detective character. The gangsters, the police, and gambling are the only themes of his novels.

Just like his last novel, it started with a burglary and murder case.

Looking at the illusion in front of him, the inspiration for the new book seemed to emerge in Kurokawa Toyoma's chaotic mind, which made him more awake, his eyes opened wider, and the figure in front of him became clearer.

Hmm?

Not an illusion?

Kurokawa Toyoma suddenly widened his eyes and finally saw clearly that there was really a person sitting in front of him. A man with a yellow crew cut, a black suit, and sitting upright.

Now he was completely awake.

"Who are you! What are you doing in my house!?"

While shouting angrily, he quickly looked at the door of the room. Having been in Shura Country for so long, and with more than three digits of students working as gangsters, he had sufficient experience in this situation.

This sight immediately made him feel the same. He saw a man in a black suit kneeling at the door leading to the entrance of the living room. As a mystery writer, he noticed that the tatami under the man was a little damp. So, the diligent puppy raised by my lovely son was taken care of by her?

And at the entrance of the stairs leading to the second floor of the living room, there was also a man in a black suit kneeling. He was very strong, and even when he was sitting, his head was almost flush with the guardrail of the stairs.

It's over, surrounded.

His face was expressionless, his eyes were colder than the rain outside, and he was willing to sit in an uncomfortable posture, and he was as standard as a young lady. These people are definitely dangerous elements. Kurokawa Toyoya guaranteed it with his experience as a teacher who taught three-digit extreme students.

Kurokawa Toyoya's despair was fully reflected on his face. His legs were a little soft, and his knees were pressed against the sofa, making him want to hide in the sofa very much.

After a brief surprise, he barely regained his sanity and said in a somewhat panicked tone:

"If you want money, there is 300,000 yen in the safe in my study upstairs. If I have made any mistakes, I am willing to apologize. I am a famous novelist. If something unexpected happens, the police will definitely pay special attention to it!"

He saw that the three people who appeared in his living room silently like evil spirits were expressionless and indifferent when he was panicking and cursing. They neither appreciated the panicked happiness of their prey nor felt any emotions such as complacency, but stared at him silently.

This behavior not only represents their cold way of doing things, but also can be inferred that their malice towards him has not reached the worst level.

Yes, this is also the reason why Kurokawa Toyomasa was able to regain his sanity. The other party gave him enough buffer.

If it were to write a novel by himself, after completing such a perfect infiltration, when the target object was shocked and about to calm down, the gangsters only needed to step forward and slap him hard to make the target fall into greater panic. After that, the target will lose all the courage to resist, and will be able to take whatever he wants. The desire for life will overwhelm all rationality.

Well, this is what he learned after asking the students who became the Yakuza.

Thinking of this, Kurokawa Toyoma gradually calmed down, staring at the yellow-haired man in front of him with sharp eyes, trying to act tougher to prove that what he said was absolutely true.

"John, Teddy dog, bought at Chong Ah Pet Shop in Sanchome, Minato Ward. The mother is a famous dog that won the third place in the 7th Kagawa Small Dog Competition. Because of its excellent pedigree, Kurokawa Toyoma, who was pestered by his son, spent 600,000 yen to buy it. The reason why it is not kept in the city but locked in the yard is because Kurokawa Toyoma himself dislikes this dog very much."

A calm voice sounded in the silent living room. Kurokawa Toyoma's eyes widened as he listened. At the end, not only his eyes, but also his heart almost jumped out.

Because except for his wife and son, absolutely no one knew that he hated that stupid dog. Whether in front of neighbors or friends, he showed that he liked the puppy, a good friend of humans, very much, which helped him to shape his personality. As for why he locked it in the yard, he said that he didn't want the puppy to be just a plaything of humans, but to help each other survive, that is, let the puppy bark non-stop when someone passed by.

How did this guy know? ?

Kurokawa Toyoma's heart beat like a train boiler, from his son and wife?

"How is it, Kurokawa-kun, such a puppy is easy to deal with, right?"

The tone of the yellow-haired man changed a little, as if he was more friendly.

Kurokawa Toyoma was also familiar with this style. Those villains who thought they had everything under control would pretend to be generous and friendly when playing with their prey.

He opened his mouth slightly and wanted to speak, but he couldn't think of what to say for a while. Fortunately, someone helped him out.

"Well, it's easy to handle."

The one who spoke was the man in a black suit blocking the connection between the living room and the entrance.

So you didn't tell me that? This man's last name is also Kurokawa? Or is it just pronounced the same?

It turns out that the water stains on his body were caused by the rain when he went to kill Xiao Hei. Although the timing was a bit wrong, Kurokawa Toyoma still felt a little happy in his heart. The noisy dog ​​finally died.

Then is it his turn?

The reason why he had this idea was that the yellow-haired man continued to read his personal information. There were many things that he didn't even know, such as the news that even outsiders could walk in quietly during the renovation of this house due to the negligence of the construction company.

Such a person would never stop because of his threat. Knowing himself so well, it is impossible for him not to know what the consequences would be for a celebrity like himself, but they still did it, without hesitation, and arbitrarily passed it into his own home.

Sitting coldly in the living room of his own home, as if they were the masters here, forcefully spreading out their lives, as if the god of death was forcibly helping the dead to review their lives.

On this day, the hard-boiled writer Kurokawa Toyomasa witnessed the true hard-boiledness.

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