white night syndrome

Chapter 232 200. Three major categories of mystery novels (please order the full version)
"Haven't you read mystery novels? If you find classics difficult to read, how about a new one in recent years?"

Like the previous members, Yamada became very active when it came to mystery novels. Although he was a little shy and shy, he finally found his own field.

"Although the writing and composition of Mr. Hojo's "Forgetting" are crude, the creativity is great and it is a great inspiration to me."

Among the pile of mystery novels on the coffee table, Kurosawa found the book "Forgetting No. [-]" by Haruka Hojo. It was a novel published by Shinchosha in [-]. The cover has the feel of a light novel, and the slogan is " In the seven days since yesterday disappeared."

"Really? Thanks for your recommendation. I'll go take a look."

Kurosawa pretended to pick up the book. Although he looked like he was looking through it carefully, he was already absent-minded.

Then Kurosawa saw Eri-chan who was stretching and walking out slowly. It was almost noon... Only four of the five people he saw yesterday came out. So is the game maniac still in the room now?
...I have a vague feeling of bad premonition.

"It's been like this since last night..."

When asked Eri-chan about Uesugi-kun's movements, the girl spread her hands and looked disapproving.

"Ever since that game was released, he has been playing it like crazy. It's hard for everyone to go on a trip. He really doesn't fit in with the crowd!"

that game.

It should be The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom.

Kurosawa looked at Uesugi-kun's door not far away with the do not disturb sign hanging on it, and vaguely felt something was wrong. She quietly came to the door of the room, looked at the locked wooden door, and tapped the door lightly with the knuckle of her right index finger. As expected, There is no response in .

Looking at the door lock with some reluctance, I found that it was intact and there was no sign of being pried.

I wish I had thought too much.

...Kurosawa thought so.

"That... sorry..."

While there was no one around Kurosawa, Jisaki quietly came to her side and spoke softly, changing the previous stereotype of a mascot.

"I want to talk to you about something. If you don't mind, can you come to my room...?"

"Is there anything we can't discuss here?" Kurosawa Mika asked some strange questions. Perhaps affected by the discussion just now, the girl also became a little wary, "It's not that I don't trust you, it's just like what Mr. Terada said. , there is a fine line between lovers of mystery novels and murderers... Although this sounds ridiculous, I still believe it."

"That……"

Jisaki seemed to be hesitating about something. He nervously grasped the hem of his clothes with both hands, and looked at Kurosawa through his thick bangs with a pair of restless eyes.

"...It may be rude to ask such a thing, but...you and Mr. Li Ming are friends, right? What kind of person is he...?" Jisaki hesitated, "I'm really sorry to ask such a personal question... …”

Kurosawa Mika showed an incomprehensible expression and stared at the boy in front of her: "From this name, you can tell that Li Ming is not a native of Japan..." Kurosawa noticed that the boy's expression was slightly stagnant, "To be precise, he He is a straight man who usually focuses on his work as a private detective and does not care too much about love and emotions."

Although these words could not completely answer Jisaki's question, his expression still looked shocked, and his lips trembled as he muttered.

"How could such a thing happen...Thank you very much for your answer. I'm sorry for asking such a thing...please don't take it seriously!"

"What's wrong?" Kurosawa was still a little confused.

"It's just, just... I hope you can be more careful. Mr. Li Ming and my old friend have the same name. I just thought of some things that should have been forgotten long ago." Ji Qi bit his lower lip.

same name and surname...

Is this a coincidence?
Kurosawa was a little puzzled, but couldn't understand it.

In the blink of an eye, Ji Qi returned to his previous lively look. He looked around and said mysteriously.

"I see that Ms. Kurosawa is not that interested in mystery novels. If you don't mind, I will explain it to you. After all, we still have to spend a week together here. If you are not interested in our topic... I'm afraid you will never blend in. Not in the group.”

"It's a terrible thing not to be able to integrate into the group..." As if he was caught in some kind of memory, Jisaki fell into deep thought again when he said this. "It may very well bring about bad disasters." He murmured to himself.

Terada, who had been talking and laughing with Li You, suddenly stood up at this time, gave Kurosawa a gentleman's salute, and then invited her to sit on the sofa. He crossed his hands to his mouth, with a thoughtful expression on his face. No excitement.

"So, Ms. Kurosawa, do you know the three major categories of mystery novels?"

"Who done it...who is the criminal; How done it...what is the method; Why done it...what is the motive."

"Depending on the focus, the plot can develop in various directions. Most mystery works focus on the first two, which makes me feel very sad... Why Done It obviously has a lot of room for development——"

Seeing Li Ming next to him looking at him with some doubts, Terada suddenly laughed and waved his hand gently.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not referring to the reflection of "being forced into the situation of killing by the darkness of society" that is common in socialist reasoning, but what kind of goal can drive people who have no intention of killing to have to choose to kill? A means... Don't you think this would be an interesting discussion space? "

"It's a very interesting topic, but I don't understand it." Kurosawa expressed his point of view mercilessly, without any concern about the disappointment of others, and then stood up and headed to the hot spring, "Sorry, excuse me, last night It’s really uncomfortable to catch the wind and cold, and I really want to take a nice dip in the hot springs today.”

"Do you need me to accompany you?" Li Dan suddenly suggested.

"No, no need..." Kurosawa was caught off guard for a moment. He waved his hands quickly and said incoherently, with a shy blush on his face. He walked faster and left the living room.

After making sure that no one was looking at him, Kurosawa looked around and began to eavesdrop on the conversation in the living room.

She was really concerned about Jisaki's sudden question, so she could only use this less bright method to eavesdrop on their conversation to get more clues.

The few people in the living room were just exchanging questions about their favorite mystery novels, including conversations about book recommendations, discussions about plots in the books, and of course some expressions of rejection of spoilers.

Just when Kurosawa was about to give up eavesdropping, Jisaki's somewhat trembling and distinctive voice suddenly came from the living room.

"Is your name Mr. Li Ming... I have some small questions for you. Do you mind answering them?"

"Of course, is it about mystery novels?" This was Li Ming's unique voice.

"You can think of it as a mystery novel, but...do you know a high school student named Jujo..." Jisaki hesitated. "Ms. Kurosawa just told you, I am a private detective. After such a long time, naturally many clients have appeared in my office registration book. It should be said that there are so many clients with the surname Jujo. Ten, I don’t know which one you are referring to?”

"No, it's okay..." Ji Qi's voice was a little disappointed, "Just pretend that I didn't say anything just now, I was just a little too sensitive."

Kurosawa had been hiding by the door of the dressing room, listening to these conversations. Although he felt that it was not something too important, a woman's intuition and sixth sense told her that there must be some clues hidden in it.

She had been thinking about this issue until after taking a bath in the hot spring, but was forced to give up because there was no signal on her mobile phone and she was unable to collect similar information online.

Time passed quickly, the wind was howling outside the window, and the snowflakes swept across the earth with it. The sky gradually became dark, and it seemed that the sun had already set.

"Today is really a fulfilling day. Thank you very much for your exchange and discussion, which gave me a better understanding of mystery novels." A smile broke out on Li Dao's face, and he held the arm of the girl next to him, "Then, See you tomorrow."

The two went to the second floor. After lingering with each other for a while, Li Deng covered Kurosawa with a quilt.

"Good night, my eldest lady, you must sleep well tonight and don't catch the cold again. You don't know how anxious I am when you get sick. Good night! Have a good sleep!"

"Yes." Kurosawa responded softly and watched the young man leave the room.

After confirming that there was no sound around, even though Li Qianqian warned Kurosawa not to go out casually, the girl couldn't hold back her curiosity and sneaked out of the room.

The villa is very quiet at night. All the lights in the corridor have been extinguished, and only the fireplace in the living room is still burning a little light.

As if attracted by the firelight, the girl walked forward. In the gradually brightening field of vision, what was reflected was a discordant black shadow beside the fire——

are people.

The figure lay motionless on the ground, unable to feel the breath of life.

Kurosawa was about to get closer and continue to observe, when suddenly he heard a set of footsteps from behind.

Before she could turn around, the girl felt a slight tingling sensation on the back of her neck.

Was it pricked by something?

He wanted to reach out his hand to confirm, but his arms were out of control, and then his legs lost their strength. As his vision became blurred, Kurosawa's consciousness also merged into the darkness...

After what seemed like a long, long sleep, Kurosawa woke up from his dream. He was still in a strange room, with snow-white bedding, wooden walls, and a blizzard raging outside the window.

By the way, they were killed in the snowy mountains last night. Fortunately, they found this wooden house and spent the night here...

what time is it now?
Kurosawa looked at the clock. It was the time she usually got up.

...It's still morning.

But I don’t know why, but I have the illusion that a day has passed. Yesterday was indeed...

What happened yesterday?

Yesterday morning, didn’t I just pack my luggage, get in the car and prepare to go skiing together?It was impossible to spend a whole day in this mansion or anything like that.

In a daze, Kurosawa always felt that something was missing.

But she felt that the reality was absurd, why did the fact that did not exist at all appear in her memory... and it was still illusory.

In the hazy state, she was brought back to reality by a thumping sound. She originally thought it was the sound of wind and snow hitting the glass, but she soon realized that it was not the case.

"Kurosawa! Kurosawa, are you awake? Answer me!" Li Ming's anxious voice came from outside the door, as if he was going to break the wooden door.

Kurosawa opened the wooden door in confusion, and at that moment, Li Ming rushed in. He wanted to hug the girl in front of him for a moment, but he held it back and instead pressed the girl's shoulders with both hands.

"That's great...you're okay...you didn't meet any bad guys, right? You're not hurt, right?"

"Of course it's okay... I've been sleeping here, how could something happen? Why do you always get so startled?" After Kurosawa said this, he was a little dazed. In his impression, Li Ming's character seemed to be That's not the case. Why do you use "always" when saying this sentence?

"Ah, no, what should I say? Something happened downstairs..." As if he didn't want Kurosawa to know, Li Ming hesitated with a tangled expression, "Anyway, breakfast is a little late, if you I'll get some cookies if you're hungry, but you're not allowed to leave the room!"

"what happened?"

Kurosawa's voice suddenly turned cold. She stared at the young man in front of her with a somewhat sullen expression.

"Mr. Li Dang, do you think I am the kind of eldest lady who lives in a cage? If you think so, then we should talk less in the future. Since something big has happened, why don't you let me know? You want to Hidden from me through words and actions..."

"……I understand."

Li Ming's face was full of reluctance, but knowing that he couldn't defeat Kurosawa, he finally raised his hands to surrender.

"But speaking of the front, it's not a pretty scene...I guarantee you won't want to have breakfast for a while." Li Ming hesitated, "After all...someone died."

The two of them just walked down the stairs and came to the living room.

The first thing I noticed was a strange burning smell.

Terada and Yamada stood in front of the stove. The atmosphere was very dark. Their faces must have been ashen, and there was a female corpse lying at their feet.

Even from such a long distance, you can tell that it is a corpse. The reason why is because her head is completely plunged into the furnace, burning with crackling sparks, but the body outside the furnace is motionless. .

"Uh..." Kurosawa looked like he was vomiting.

When Li Ming saw this, he immediately rushed forward, took out a tissue and handed it to the girl. When he was about to say something, Kurosawa said in a voice that suppressed the desire to vomit.

"Why didn't you put out the fire? Such a big thing happened...isn't it the right choice to dispose of the body as soon as possible to get more clues? Even if you destroy the scene, it is better than destroying the scene. Is the corpse better?"

(End of this chapter)