madnovel Chapter 155: The Alien Master's "Just One Bite and..."
Chapter 155: The Alien Master's "Just One Bite and..."
Chapter 155: The Alien Master's "Just One Bite and..."
"Ms. Mai, is this a fake?"
"Is Ayako lying to Yuji?"
Jiang Liumei saw that there were less than five pages left in the manuscript.
A look of fear crossed his face, because although the story didn't involve ghosts or monsters, it was strange in every way, both realistic and abstract, making one feel a chill down their spine!
I believe that Mr. Chen Shunchen, who was sitting on the judges' panel, must have thought the same thing.
Maishiro Kyosuke held the hot water that Tatara Katsuyuki had just brought him, and looked at Eri Miri, who was staring at him with a surprised expression.
A mischievous grin spread across his face: "Miss Jiang Liu, have you forgotten the definition of 'unconventional mystery novels' I mentioned earlier?"
"You can think of 'unconventional mystery novels' as psychological horror, which doesn't really matter; the key is to write a story that evokes fear and shock."
"Just like Kyusaku Yumeno's 'Brain Hell,' how could it be called the foremost of the Four Great Classical Novels if it didn't have such bizarre writing and story?"
Maijo Kyosuke's words clearly told Eri Miri the final fate of Yuji in the story of "The Plunge".
With that chilling feeling.
Jiang Liumei turned to the last few pages of the manuscript for the story "The Plunge" —
I heard the sound of high heels on the ground and smelled a familiar perfume.
Although I couldn't see it, I knew that it was Ms. Kisaragi Mutsumi who had arrived.
"Expert on tinea cruris and various tinea diseases."
Miss Kisaragi called my name.
Although I didn't believe Ayako's words, I pretended to be asleep and didn't make a sound.
Miss Kisaragi called my name a few more times to make sure I was really asleep.
He then said to the people around him, "Please take a look at the documents here."
"Yuji, male, 0 years old, blood type O."
"Because his hospitalization allowed him to eat a healthy diet for a while, his organs are fine and he has no family history of disease."
"He was an elite member of a top university and a top bank, which can also serve as a reference for the quality of his organs."
I heard laughter from the crowd, and an older man's voice said, "His body is so small."
Miss Kisaragi's words reached my ears: "Because the limbs have already been sold, and one of the kidneys has also been reserved."
"But because those hands and feet were all broken, they could only be sold to plastic surgeons as teaching materials for students on fracture treatment."
Another man remarked, "It really is a matter of mutual need."
"Didn't Edogawa Ranpo write a novel called 'The Taro Worm'? It's something like this."
"It's true, in this day and age, anything can be turned into money."
Even after hearing these words, I still refused to believe them.
Impossible! How could such a thing happen?
Is it really as Ayako said? My body no longer has hands and feet?
You must have been trying to scare me on purpose, right?
If they see I'm terrified, someone will jump out with a camera!
Yes, that must be it!
"It needs to be dealt with today."
Ruyue's cold words shattered my last hope.
Several people of unknown identity began vying for ownership of my organs.
It made me feel like a piece of meat laid out on a cutting board!
Are you kidding me?! I'm a human being!
I'm still a living, breathing human being!
"Miss Kisaragi."
My words shocked Ruyue: "You're awake?"
I asked reluctantly, "Miss Kisaragi, are you joking?"
Kisaragi did not respond.
"Are you kidding me! What do you take me for?!"
"Get out of here now!"
"Kisaragi Mutsumi! You big liar!"
Kisaragi seemed used to this kind of thing, and simply said to the person next to her, "Bring me the pliers."
I heard someone running away and then running back.
Then I felt my tongue being clamped.
Then my mouth was filled with the taste of blood.
My tongue was cut off, and it's said it will be sold to an izakaya (Japanese pub) that specializes in salt-grilled beef tongue.
After that, all I could do was listen to people fighting over who got my organs, and make little whimpering noises.
The story of "The Plunge" made Jiang Liumei break out in a cold sweat even in the low outdoor temperature.
She knew that Yuji's ending might not be good.
However, she never expected that Yuji's ending would be like this.
Just as the title suggests, the "plunge" really did plummet all the way down.
Just as Jiang Liumei closed the manuscript of "The Plunge," basking in the awful aftertaste of the book with an air of arrogance,
Chen Shunchen, who was on the commentary panel, also looked over with a strange expression.
Of course, Chen Shunchen wasn't looking at Jiang Liumei.
Instead, it was Maijo Kyosuke, who was standing next to Jiang Liu Meili.
Chen Shunchen looked at Maishiro Kyosuke, opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but ultimately made no sound.
Just like Yuji whose tongue was cut off.
After a long while, he lowered his head and began to read the stories of the other contestants.
Because Kyosuke Maijo finished writing the story of "The Plunge" in just over five hours.
But this competition seems to have attracted quite a few talented individuals.
Surprisingly, someone else also wrote a short story in just over five hours.
However, compared to Maijo Kyosuke's "Plummeting", it has a pitifully short word count.
However, this is normal, since "The Plunge" is a short story, but only for Maijo Kyosuke.
If it were classified according to the standards of a publishing house, "The Plunge" should be considered a novella.
There's still a while until the six-hour time limit.
With nothing else to do, Maishiro Kyosuke and Eri Miri started looking through the completed manuscript.
The manuscript had a strange title: "Just One Bite and —".
Maijo Kyosuke found the strange name somewhat familiar.
But I couldn't think of anything for the moment, and since I had nothing better to do, I opened this very short story—
"I kidnapped your daughter."
One evening, a man said this to me.
Hearing the man's words, I asked curiously, "Who are you? What did you just say?"
The man pulled a large suitcase into the house: "Madam, this is the last time I'm saying this, and I won't repeat myself. Listen carefully—I've kidnapped your daughter."
"Today is the school sports day, right?"
"Your daughter's name is Xun."
The man held a handkerchief printed with his daughter's name and looked at me with a smile.
I realized something was wrong and instinctively screamed, "What do you want to do? What have you done to Xiao Xun? Give her back!"
The man raised his hand to stop me: "Shouting isn't smart. If I get arrested, your daughter will never come back to you."
Upon hearing the man's words, I collapsed to the ground: "What do you want? What should I do? Money?"
The man shook his head: "I don't want a single penny. I want you to do me a favor."
The man didn't tell me what he wanted me to do.
I simply dragged my suitcase into my kitchen.
My husband is a popular food critic, a celebrity sought after by newspapers, television, and lecturers.
Therefore, the kitchen is much more luxurious than other people's homes.
The man kept opening the refrigerator door and taking out a knife from the drawer, stroking the blade like a madman.
She even asked me some strange questions: "Does your husband also cook at home?"
I don't know what he wants to do, I just want to know where Xiao Xun is.
"Where is Xiaoxun? She's the child my husband and I had through IVF. I don't want anything to happen to her, please! Don't hurt her!"
Seeing my anxiety, the man sighed and said, "Madam, I intend to handle this matter very gentlemanly. Otherwise, I could easily tie you to a chair, drill a hole in your kneecap, or cut off your nose and cut off your tongue with scissors."
"Don't worry, as long as you listen to me, your child will definitely come back."
I was so frightened by the man that I squatted down and cried, "If you do this, you'll definitely be arrested by the police!"
The man said nonchalantly, "Maybe, but if you don't listen, even if I'm arrested by the police, I won't reveal your daughter's whereabouts."
I don't understand what men are supposed to do: "So—what exactly are you going to do?"
The man walked up to me and said repeatedly, "I'd like to cook a delicious meal for your husband once again."
"My only wish is this—only this one—"
Next, I went with the man to the supermarket to buy groceries.
During that time, I was on the verge of collapse, but I still followed the man who kidnapped my daughter and bought a pressure cooker, a kitchen knife, and a whole set of seasonings.
He placed a chair at the kitchen doorway and asked me to sit down.
Then start frying the meat in the pan.
Listening to the sizzling sound of the meat being fried and watching the man's skillful technique, I could tell he must be a professional chef.
"Did my husband's words affect your shop or your work?"
While frying the meat, the man replied, "You'll have to ask your husband about that yourself."
Five hours have passed since his sudden visit.
Fearful and anxious, I don't know why, but I started to think about my husband.
I met him at a convenience store.
He started out as a part-time supermarket employee.
My first impression of him was terrible; he seemed gloomy and sullen.
Later, I became a journalist covering the food industry and met him again.
By then, he had become an assistant to a food researcher.
She cut her hair short, and her whole demeanor became more sophisticated.
I found him to be quite handsome and knowledgeable about food, which won me over, and I married him not long after.
"My tongue has tasted every flavor of the world!"
This is my husband's signature slogan.
Not long after getting married, he used his keen sense of taste to outshine his peers and made a name for himself as a highly sought-after food critic.
But the reason for its popularity is quite simple.
The husband's comments were unvarnished; if it was delicious, it was delicious, and if it wasn't, it wasn't delicious. This made him both very popular and very few enemies.
Therefore, it's common for my family to receive threatening letters.
But I never imagined that someone would actually kidnap my daughter.
Many chefs consider food to be their whole life.
So if my husband criticizes them, they will definitely be very angry.
But I've always felt that no one would give up on life because of this.
However, the actions of this man have completely deviated from the rules, and he has even abandoned everything he has to do next!
Even if it means giving up everything, I still want to make a dish that my husband will say is delicious.
Is it worth sacrificing your life for just one sentence?
I can not understand.
Just as I was pondering this, the man came out of the kitchen. I looked at him, certain he was the chef her husband had criticized: "No one would say something is delicious when forced to, right?"
Even if you say it's delicious, would you really believe it?
The man didn't say anything, he just kept laughing.
I didn't understand what he was laughing at, but I heard him say to me, "Your husband couldn't possibly say 'it's delicious.' If he did, it would prove he's a monster."
I didn't understand what the man meant: "But isn't that your goal?"
"My husband belittled your cooking, so you kidnapped my daughter, didn't you?"
The man looked out the window and didn't answer my question. He continued, "I became a chef before graduating from junior high school. It was very tiring back then. If you didn't learn well, your master would hit you with the back of a knife."
Fortunately, I later started a family with the girl I met during my apprenticeship.
"I even opened my own shop and created my own braised beef rice bowl," he said, adding that he braises chunks of pork belly in a rich beef sauce until tender, then places it on top of rice. It's become a favorite among the locals, and his wife is very happy about it.
"Just when I thought we could continue like this smoothly—"
The pressure cooker suddenly emitted the sound of steam cooking, and the room was filled with the sweet aroma of stewed meat.
"Stewed meat is a symbol of happiness for me."
"But then it suddenly ended."
"Because my only daughter, who is the most important person to me, was murdered. The perpetrator was a junior high school student who frequented our store."
"He not only strangled my daughter, but also raped her. She looked so innocent and naive, yet she did such a horrific thing!"
"After my daughter died, my wife and I lost all hope of living, but I felt I had to live!"
""
"I couldn't let a murderer ruin my life! So I moved the store to another location and lived there for a full ten years."
"The business at the shop is barely enough to keep my husband and me from starving—"
I was completely unmoved by the man's words.
He just found this guy even stranger: "I can understand what happened to you, but my husband definitely didn't mean to ruin your store."
The man looked at me and smiled faintly: "You know nothing."
He then stood up and placed the plate of meat in front of me: "This was originally for your husband, but you have to try it first."
I frowned at the smell of meat emanating from the plate, because it was the smell of the seasoning packet that my husband hated the most.
I picked up the spoon and took a sip of the soup.
As expected, he's a second-rate chef with no outstanding skills whatsoever.
I tasted the overcooked meat.
The meat was dry and tasted strange. It looked like a high-end product, but it was probably a low-quality one.
Not to mention my husband would criticize it, even someone like me who doesn't know anything about food appreciation thought it tasted bad.
"Is it not to your liking?"
The man asked me, and I shrugged: "I don't have much of an appetite."
Just then, her husband returned.
He sensed something was wrong as soon as he stepped into the house.
The man didn't waste any words. Pointing to the meat on the table, he yelled at her husband, "If you want your daughter to live, sit down and eat that meat! Master!"
"Eat that plate of meat, and I'll let your daughter go home."
After the man finished speaking, he went to the kitchen, got a glass of water, drank it, and then looked at his husband's reaction with a pleased expression.
The husband quickly understood the situation. He sat at the table, cut off a small piece of meat with a look of disgust, and put it in his mouth.
The next second, the husband, who had only tasted one bite of meat, suddenly went berserk.
He let out a beastly roar, overturned the table, and then knocked the man over, starting a fight!
I saw my husband beating that man, who just smiled and didn't resist at all. I could only yell, "Stop! Xiao Xun! Xiao Xun will die!"
I don't know if my husband heard me, he just kept hitting the man, yelling, "You actually! You actually killed my daughter! You're ruthless! You've got guts!"
The husband screamed and cried!
I didn't know what to do, so I could only call the police.
Although that man kidnapped my daughter, I couldn't just stand by and watch my husband beat that guy to death.
"Whoa!"
"I've got a daughter!"
"It got eaten too!"
Bloody foam spilled from the man's mouth as he shouted at me, "That murderer ate you! Don't forget!"
After the man finished speaking, he seemed to have died, as if a wire had been cut.
I screamed and lost consciousness.
When I woke up, Xiao Xun had already been found.
The man did not kill Xiao Xun; instead, he hid the note imprisoning her in his suitcase.
Tragically, Xiao Xun was hurt.
Xiao Xun said that the man cried and apologized while cutting his own flesh: "He kept saying sorry, sorry—"
However, the man was not beaten to death by his husband; he had already taken the poison while drinking the water.
Therefore, the husband was not punished.
A dead man? The police couldn't find any relevant clues.
On the contrary, her husband became even more popular because of this case.
I developed anorexia because of this.
Every night, I stare at my husband's sleeping face, feeling like I have a fishbone stuck in my throat.
One day, I will ask the question, when I no longer need to hesitate.
I want to ask my husband: "How come you knew what it was after just one bite?"
"Waaaaah————"
Jiang Liumei covered her mouth and gagged.
Maijo Kyosuke reached out and patted Jiang Liumei's back with concern, trying to soothe her.
"Mr. Mai-shiro—have you finished reading 'Just One Bite and...'?"
Maijo Kyosuke nodded with a wry smile: "I've finished watching it—"
Jiang Liumei took a few heavy breaths, grabbed the blueberry ramune soda on the table, and gulped down several large bottles: "If Teacher Wucheng's 'Plunge' reflects a satire of society, and is so realistic that it makes people feel uncomfortable and horrified."
"Then 'Just One Bite and...' is simply bizarre."
"I don't know how to evaluate this author's work."
"Because he makes me feel nauseous—"
"Yet he writes exceptionally well; in short, he's a terrifyingly eccentric genius —"
Looking at Jiang Liu Meili's unpleasant expression, Mai Shiro Kyosuke could only manage a wry smile.
At the centennial celebration of "Tatara Used Bookstore", I proposed a "Variant Mystery" competition.
Firstly, it was to help Tatara Katsunori, who gave him the manuscript of "Mr. Ultraman's Hands," so that "Tatara Used Bookstore" could gain some recognition.
Secondly, it helps to increase one's popularity.
But unexpectedly, they actually encountered a prodigy.
Although when he saw that strange title, Maijo Kyosuke didn't remember who this guy was.
But after seeing half of it, Maijo Kyosuke knew who this guy was.
He is none other than Hirayama Yumeaki, later known as the "Super Alien Master" and "Most Unrestrained Bloody Writer"!
Meeting this guy was a very good thing for Maijo Kyosuke at this moment.
Because his "New Authentic Mystery Club" urgently needs a large number of talented people to join.
Only by attracting talented individuals to continuously join the "New Orthodox Mystery Club" can the "New Orthodox Mystery Club" grow stronger.
Only when the time is right can I lead these people to set off a "new orthodox craze"!
Only by igniting a "New Orthodox Fever" can one become the "Father of New Orthodox"!
With this prestigious title, I believe my path to becoming a literary giant will be even smoother!