Tokyo Mystery Writers

Chapter 25 Do you believe me when I say I'm talking about mystery novels?

Seeing the angry looks from Kyoko and Mitsuki, Maijo Kyosuke naturally couldn't let himself bear such a stigma!

Take a step forward and begin to justify your actions!

"First of all, I'm not a pervert!"

"Secondly, I didn't secretly hide here!"

"I was already soaking in the hot spring before you came here, but the outdoor temperature was too low today, which caused the steam above the hot spring to be too thick, so you didn't see me."

Mitsuki naturally didn't believe a single word that Kyosuke Maijo said.

He stood up and was about to denounce Maijo Kyosuke.

But when she stood up, she realized that she was wearing a thin swimsuit, which was soaked in water and clung tightly to her beautiful body!

Seeing this, Guangxi gave a coquettish cry and immediately squatted down, revealing only her face, which had turned bright red with embarrassment.

If Maijo Kyosuke hadn't known this was a hot spring, he would have thought it was the heat emanating from Mitsuki's body that had raised the temperature of the entire pool!

Kyoko was clearly bolder than Mitsuki. Although her wheat-colored face had turned slightly red, she hadn't panicked. She grabbed her clothes from the poolside and put them on, glaring at Maijo Kyosuke and saying through gritted teeth:

"Fine! Even if you weren't secretly hiding in the hot spring!"

"This hot spring pool is so big, why were you sneaking around us like that?"

Upon hearing Kyoko's words, Maijo Kyosuke quickly shook his head:

"I approached you just because you were talking about mystery novels."

"I'm more interested in the new classic mystery novel that you mentioned."

That's why I wanted to hear what you guys were saying.

"This...it's all a misunderstanding!"

The more Maijo Kyosuke spoke, the stranger it seemed.

Because even if it weren't for Kyoko and Mitsuki, if I weren't involved, I wouldn't believe such a cliché excuse myself.

"Interested in mystery novels?"

"A grown man sneaking around us two girls, just to listen to a mystery novel?"

"Hmph! If you're going to make an excuse, at least make one that's believable!"

Standing in the hot spring pool, looking at the two girls in front of him, Maijo Kyosuke had a lot of unspoken bitterness in his heart.

"I really didn't lie to you. The book you just mentioned is called 'The Astrological Murder Mystery,' right?"

"That book was written by me!"

"I approached you simply to hear which mystery novel you were talking about!"

Perhaps it was because of Mitsuki's deep love for mystery novels that, upon hearing what Kyosuke Maishiro said, she disregarded her thin clothes and stood up, rushing towards Kyosuke Maishiro!

"You, a lecherous scoundrel? You think you can write a mystery novel with the most elaborate plot in history, bar none?"

"Don't insult detective fiction!"

As Miki's soft voice reached his ears, Maijo Kyosuke felt as if he had been suddenly struck by a water bag-like object!

My nasal cavity was filled with a sweet and sour lemon scent.

The aroma seemed to stimulate Maishiro Kyosuke's brain, making him feel his cheeks flush and his head spin instantly!

He lay flat on his back and fell right into the hot spring!

When Maijo Kyosuke floated up from the hot spring pool and swam to the edge of the pool...

All that could be seen through the mist were two pairs of fair and straight legs, as if a celestial maiden had descended!

But... that girl named Kyoko just now had wheat-colored skin!

You can't expect someone to only show their upper body and not their lower body, right?

Maijo Kyosuke found it increasingly strange. Following the two fair legs upwards, he saw Jiang Liu Meili and Ming Shen Qingyin with somewhat displeased expressions.

Maishiro Kyosuke's brain went blank; he had no idea that things would turn out so coincidentally.

Where are Kyoko and Mitsuki? Where did they go?

Jiang Liu Meili gritted her teeth, her anger rising as she watched Mai Cheng Jingjie look around furtively. She couldn't say anything, only let her eyes blaze with fury while forcing a smile.

"Ms. Mai, stop looking for her."

"Those two girls have already left."

Ming Shen Qingyin, clearly enjoying the spectacle, pointed towards the women's changing room at the back:

"If Teacher Wu Cheng still wants to see them, I should be able to stop her if I go to the changing room now."

Maijo Kyosuke's face was burning hot, and he wished he could dive into the hot spring and drown himself.

"Would you believe me if I said I was talking about mystery novels?"

A hint of disappointment flashed in Jiang Liumei's eyes as she avoided Maishiro Kyosuke's gaze:

"I can't control what Teacher Wucheng likes to talk about."

"I'm here to pick up short mystery stories."

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Maijo Kyosuke didn't know when Eri and Myojin Seine left the hot spring.

All I know is that I vaguely changed into a bathrobe and returned to my room, where Jiang Liumei was sitting on a bench in the corridor, looking sullen.

"The manuscript."

Jiang Liu Meili reached out her hand to Mai Cheng Jingjie. Whether it was from the mist or from the tears she had just shed, her makeup was a little smudged. Combined with the snow-covered landscape outside the corridor, Mai Cheng Jingjie felt a pang of sadness.

But what's the point of explaining now?

After experiencing Kyoko and Mitsuki's situation, Maijo Kyosuke understood a principle.

Trying to reason with a woman who's angry is just asking for trouble.

"Miss Jiang Liu, it's cold outside, why don't we come inside and talk?"

Jiang Liu's beautiful body seemed frozen on the bench in the corridor, turning her head away:

"No, it saves me from running into things I shouldn't see in the room."

Looking at the stubborn ponytail, Maijo Kyosuke felt somewhat helpless and could only walk into the room alone.

Hearing the door close, Jiang Liumei turned around in surprise. Looking at the swaying door, she bit her lower lip in grievance and murmured:

"Please persuade me a little more, just a little more, and I'll go in."

Maijo Kyosuke wasn't a person with low emotional intelligence; when he came out with the manuscript, he also brought a blanket.

Jiang Liumei quickly turned her head and looked at her with her ponytail.

Kyosuke Maijo knew that things had not yet deteriorated to a serious level.

Gently covering Jiang Liu Meili with the blanket, Mai Shiro Kyosuke placed the manuscript in Jiang Liu Meili's hands:

"Miss Jiang Liu, take a look. Although I wrote this story in one night."

"But the content will definitely satisfy you!"

Maishiro Kyosuke's words seemed to have provoked Jiang Liu Meili again. Looking at the manuscript that Maishiro Kyosuke handed over, she murmured to herself:

"With such a rich romantic history, Ms. Mai Shiro must be a master at writing about love."

Jiang Liumei tightened the blanket around herself and picked up the manuscript to look at it.

The opening few strokes reveal a peculiar murder case.

A man named "Ichisensatsu" died in a ditch in the red-light district called "Rokugen-duan".

The cause of death was not surprising; he was strangled.

Strangely, in Yiqiansong's blackened, stiff hand, he held the torn petals and the entire flower stem—it was a white bellflower.

Although the body had decomposed, the white bellflowers resembled the dream that the pine tree grasped before its death...

Jiang Liumei was amazed by this prologue, and the hairs on her arms stood on end.

It's unbelievable that such beautiful and slightly melancholic words were written by Maijo Kyosuke in just a few hours!