funbook-pk Chapter 190 Ruthless to the End: The City That Never Sleeps!
Chapter 190 Ruthless to the End: The City That Never Sleeps!
Chapter 190 Ruthless to the End: The City That Never Sleeps!
With the arrival of Noma Genjiro, Mikoshiba Yasunori, Mikoshiba Kyoko, and Kenzaki Mitsuki.
The No. 8 VIP suite of Maijo Kyosuke became lively.
While eating ham and oysters, everyone waited for the other members of the "New Authentic Mystery Club" to arrive.
Less than half an hour later, Manji Gonda, Kiyoshi Kasai, Katsunori Tatara, and a sleepy-looking Yumeaki Hirayama arrived at VIP Suite No. 8.
Seeing that everyone was in place, Jiang Liumei turned to Maishiro Kyosuke and said, "Mr. Maishiro, everyone is here. Shall we go wake Mr. Yushan?"
When Maishiro Kyosuke saw that everyone was looking at him, he shook his head slightly and said, "Wait a little longer, there is still one member who has not arrived."
Just as everyone was wondering who hadn't arrived yet...
There was a loud knocking on the door of the VIP suite.
As the door opened, Cheng Yi, with short hair, wearing a leather jacket and a fierce look in his eyes, appeared before everyone.
When Maishiro Kyosuke saw that Cheng Yi had arrived as promised, he went to the guest room and woke up Uyama Hideomi.
As everyone sat around the round table in the living room, the fourth meeting of the "New Authentic Mystery Club" officially began.
Maijo Kyosuke pointed to Cheng Yi, who was sitting between Hirayama Yumeaki and Tatara Katsunori, and introduced him to everyone: "Everyone, this is Mr. Cheng Yi, my advisor when I was in Shinjuku Kabukicho."
"It is also one of the sources of inspiration for the work 'Sleepless Town'."
"I specifically invited Mr. Cheng Yi to attend the 'New Orthodox Mystery Club' meeting today."
"I hope everyone can understand."
Apart from Jiang Liu Meili, Yu Shan Hideomi, Mikoshiba Yasunori, and Noma Genjiro, no one present recognized Cheng Yi.
Hearing Maijo Kyosuke's introduction, I naturally felt a little confused.
Because Maijo Kyosuke neither introduced Cheng Yi's identity nor Cheng Yi's job.
This piqued the curiosity of Tatara Yoshimasa, who was sitting next to Cheng Yi: "Mr. Cheng, since you're able to become Mr. Mai's advisor, you must be a very capable person!"
"Where do you work?"
Upon hearing Tatara Katsunori's words, Cheng Yi smiled faintly and was about to speak.
He was interrupted by Mikoshiba Tai sitting next to him: "Mr. Tatara, it's better not to ask too many questions. Being too curious is not a good thing."
Tatara Katsumi noticed Mikoshiba Yasunori's serious expression and, recalling Maishiro Kyosuke, mentioned Shinjuku Kabukicho when introducing Cheng Yi.
At this moment, even if Tatara Katsunobu was slow to react, he understood what Mikoshiba Yasunori meant.
Thinking of all this, Yoshikatsu Tadashi awkwardly nodded to Cheng Yi beside him.
He then grabbed the chair he was sitting on with both hands and moved a few feet closer to Mikoshiba Yasunori, putting about thirty centimeters of space between himself and Cheng Yi.
Mai Shiro Kyosuke's purpose in inviting Cheng Yi was very clear: firstly, to let Cheng Yi read the original novel of "Never Sleeping City" and hear his opinion.
Secondly, it was to let Cheng Yi understand the original work of "Never Sleeps" so that if they were to actually prepare to film the movie in the future, Cheng Yi, as the person in charge, would be completely clueless.
When Uyama Hideomi saw Tatara Katsuyuki sitting next to Cheng Yi, he was somewhat wary of Cheng Yi. In order to prevent the two from being unhappy, he immediately took out the manuscript of "The City That Never Sleeps" that he had already copied and distributed it to everyone present.
After everyone received the manuscript of "The City That Never Sleeps," Maijo Kyosuke addressed them, saying, "Gentlemen, the 'The City That Never Sleeps' you're reading today is a hard-boiled mystery novel, so it will take a long time to read."
"To allow everyone to enjoy reading in a relaxed manner."
"So I decided to choose this location."
"In this way, everyone can move around here freely and choose their preferred reading method."
"If you prefer a quieter place, there are a few guest rooms available."
"Since my competition with Mr. Nishimura Toshiyuki will be held in four days, I will spend the next six hours proofreading 'Never Sleeps' with Mr. Uyama."
"Finally, I wish you all a pleasant reading experience. See you in six hours."
After speaking, Maishiro Kyosuke led Uyama Hideomi toward the master bedroom.
Jiang Liumei saw that everyone was holding the original manuscript of "The City That Never Sleeps" and left the table.
Some sat in a row on the sofa, while others sat on the rattan chairs in the living room.
Most of the comfortable spots in the living room were already occupied.
Jiang Liumei casually found a guest room, sat on the bed, and opened the book she had been eagerly anticipating, "The City That Never Sleeps."
The sweltering summer is coming to an end.
It was drizzling in Kabukicho on Saturday.
I carried my heavy suitcase and headed towards my destination, "Red Lotus" Karaoke.
My name is Liu Jianyi, and my Japanese name is Takahashi Kenichi.
She is of mixed Chinese and Japanese descent, born and raised in Kabukicho, Shinjuku, and has never left the area.
My father is from Taiwan, and my mother is Japanese.
My profession is "black market dealer". As long as you pay me, I can get my hands on anything.
Today I'm at "Red Lotus" Karaoke to sell gems that I don't know where I dug them up from.
As the girls walked past me, I greeted them one by one and found their boss, Huang Xiuhong.
Huang Xiuhong came to study at the University of Tokyo in Japan from Beijing a few years ago.
Others may not know why Huang Xiuhong, a graduate of the University of Tokyo, ended up making a living in Kabukicho.
But I knew her background perfectly well, because Huang Xiuhong was the mistress of Yuan Chenggui, the boss of the Shanghai gang.
"Mr. Kenichi, could you help my nephew get an air conditioner?"
Huang Xiuhong looked at me with seductive eyes.
I scoffed at Huang Xiuhong's temptations, especially when she offered 50,000 yen. I was even less willing to agree to such a losing proposition.
However, since the other party was Yuan Chenggui's mistress, I could only reluctantly agree.
Maintaining a good relationship with Motonari is very important for surviving in Kabukicho.
I had the same dream again.
In my dream, blades flashed, and someone's skin was torn open, blood splattering everywhere.
The phone rang in the hotel.
I pushed away the woman lying next to me, whose name I didn't know, and answered the phone: "Is this Mr. Liu?"
Before I could reply, the call ended, but shortly after, it rang again: "Mr. Wang introduced me to you. He said you could help me—"
It was a woman; she spoke very quickly and had an accent.
"Which Mr. Wang?"
"It's at Mr. Yuan's place—"
I frowned as I heard the woman's indistinct words. There were many people with the surname Wang in Kabukicho, and quite a few with the surname Yuan as well.
But in Kabukicho, there is a man surnamed Moto who has a more prestigious background than anyone else; he is Moto Shigetaka.
Anyone who offends Yuan Chenggui will find it impossible to survive in Kabukicho.
So I decided to listen to what this woman had to say.
"Mr. Liu, I have something I'd like to sell you. I hope you can come and take a look in person."
I took a drag of my cigarette, a strong sense of unease creeping in. Something felt off: "Wouldn't 3 PM tomorrow be okay?"
The woman readily agreed to my request, and we arranged to meet at the entrance of "Fenglin Club".
I also learned that the woman's name was Xia Mei.
It was 4 a.m.
I arrived at a pharmacy on the cherry blossom avenue.
But this is not a real pharmacy.
It was actually the base of the Taiwanese in Kabukicho.
The person I'm looking for here is an elderly man named Yang Weimin.
Yang Weimin is from Taiwan. Although he is not a thug, even the leader of the Taiwan faction treats him with great respect.
This elderly man, who has been rooted in Kabukicho for decades, had already organized a private security detail decades ago.
There was once a Beijing thug who didn't understand the situation and came to collect protection money from Yang Weimin, but he disappeared from Kabukicho that same day.
From then on, no one dared to provoke Yang Weimin again.
Yang Weimin's job was quite interesting. Every night, all the news from Shinjuku would reach him, such as who opened a mahjong parlor, who had been murdered, and where a body had been found.
Regardless of whether it's black or white, any intelligence will reach Yang Weimin.
Whenever I encountered a situation I wasn't sure about, I would come to Yang Weimin to curry favor.
"Wu Fuchun is back."
Yang Weimin stared at me with those half-dead fish eyes.
After listening to Yang Weimin's words, I felt like a huge stone had grown in my stomach, pulling my stomach down.
When Yang Weimin saw my shocked expression, he curled his lip, giving me a "you don't listen to your elders" look.
"I heard it was Yuan Chenggui's subordinate who saw Wu Fuchun loitering around Kabukicho."
When Yuan Chenggui found out about this, he was so angry that his eyes almost spit fire.
Wu Fuchun is a mentally unstable hoodlum. I'm not exaggerating; he genuinely has mental problems.
A year ago, Wu Fuchun accepted money from a rival gang in Shanghai and killed one of their members.
Every Chinese person who frequents Kabukicho knows that guy is Yuan Chenggui's confidant.
Even a fool knows that you should never kill Yuan Chenggui's people.
But Wu Fuchun still did it.
Ultimately, Qian Bo, the second-in-command of the Shanghai gang, wiped out the rival gang in order to avenge Yuan Chenggui, but Wu Fuchun cleverly escaped Yuan Chenggui's clutches.
Some say Wu Fuchun fled to Nagoya, while others say he fled back to his hometown, but no one knows the truth.
However, one thing is certain.
This time, Yuan Chenggui will not let Wu Fuchun off the hook no matter what, nor will he let me off the hook either.
As for why?
Because Wu Fuchun is also of mixed race, the two of us were once close, inseparable partners.
Yang Weimin looked at me and continued, "Ken-ichi, what are you planning to do? Yuan Chenggui will come after you sooner or later."
I didn't say anything; my brain felt like it was about to short-circuit.
I came here mainly to find out who that woman named Xia Mei is.
Unexpectedly, they heard the news that Wu Fuchun had returned.
It's like I thought a huge hole had opened up beside me, but I'd already fallen into a bottomless pit—
My mom introduced me to Yang Weimin.
When I was thirteen, my father died in Taiwan. I heard he was stabbed to death while drunk.
Without my scumbag dad providing financial support for my mom and me.
My mother then found Yang Weimin, who was also from Taiwan, just like my father.
Yang Weimin was very kind to me because he told me that in the traditional Taiwanese mindset, family is considered the most important thing.
Because we were both in a foreign land and shared the same blood from our homeland, I became Yang Weimin's godson.
I have never set foot on Taiwan, nor can I speak the Taiwanese language. So, in order to protect my Japanese mother...
I wanted to integrate into this so-called big family, so I studied Beijing dialect and Chinese characters desperately.
Yang Weimin told me that as long as I learned to speak Beijing dialect, I could become one of his confidants.
This is the only way to protect my Japanese mother and prevent others from gossiping about her.
I was so happy I wanted to jump for joy.
But it was all a scam in the end.
I studied Beijing dialect desperately, hoping to become Yang Weimin's confidant.
A few months later, I was able to communicate with people from Taiwan without using Japanese.
But it was only then that I realized that when Yang Weimin's confidants were talking about things they didn't want me to hear, they would choose to communicate in Taiwanese.
Because of the huge differences between Beijing dialect and Taiwanese dialect, I couldn't understand it at all, but I still dreamed that one day Yang Weimin would teach me to speak Taiwanese dialect.
But my opportunity to learn Taiwanese never came.
After Jiang Liumei finished reading the first six chapters of "The City That Never Sleeps," her heart, which had been pounding with anxiety, finally settled back into place.
Because Jiang Liu Meili had been worried about Wu Cheng Jingjie these past few days.
I was worried that Kyosuke Maijo might have misunderstood the tone of "hard-boiled mystery" and ended up writing a "classic mystery" story.
However, after reading the first six chapters of "Never Sleeps", Jiang Liu Meili found that Mai Cheng Jingjie's writing was excellent.
It perfectly follows the story structure of "hard-boiled mystery" novels.
For example, it has a God's-eye view, which is different from "ordinary detective fiction".
"Hardcore mystery" often tells the story from the first-person perspective of "I" in order to enhance the reader's immersion in the story.
The protagonist has no official status, and the industry he works in does not have a business license, making it an illegal operation.
The protagonist often has a dark past that is unknown to others.
Jiang Liumei's beauty comes from just six short chapters of "The City That Never Sleeps".
In "Never Sleeps," we see black market dealers, the sex industry, identity issues, and factional struggles.
The atmosphere at the very beginning of "Never Sleeps" perfectly matches the tone of "hard-boiled mystery"!
Seeing that Maijo Kyosuke hadn't strayed from the topic, Jiang Liu Meili let out a heavy sigh of relief and reopened "The City That Never Sleeps."
The manuscript paper entered the story —
On one corner of Dongfang Avenue, there is a small alley called Central Street.
Inside is a three-story old wooden house.
The first floor sells grilled chicken skewers, and the two floors above are my shop.
The store is called "Caribbean Sea" and has only a simple fluorescent sign.
I entered "The Caribbean," where deafening Latin dance music was blaring, and a few strange guys were having a party.
I walked through these people and found one of my men, a punk youth named "Shiro": "Shiro, has anyone called me?"
While drinking vodka, Shiro answered my question: "A strange Chinese man called looking for you. His Japanese is terrible, but not incomprehensible."
"I told him you weren't here, and he started screaming."
"I couldn't be bothered with him, so I hung up the phone."
Upon hearing Shiro's words, my expression turned somewhat unpleasant.
It's Wu Fuchun, that bastard really came back!
I drank the vodka in one gulp, but the uncomfortable feeling just kept getting stronger!
When Shiro saw that my face had turned a little pale, he asked me what was wrong.
I didn't know how to explain it to Shiro, but the fear in my heart kept growing!
I gave Shiro a few instructions and then walked into the house, where there was another staircase.
Go up the stairs, and there's the toilet and my bedroom.
I sat on the sofa, my fingertips trembling uncontrollably, and my heart began to race.
"Fuchun is back!"
I stared at my trembling fingertips and blurted out the words, feeling as if death itself was standing right in front of me.
Wu Fuchun and I are somewhat similar; we are both of mixed Chinese and Japanese descent.
From this perspective, we are like brothers.
Everyone hopes to integrate into another world from their own, but they are all cruelly excluded.
Our relationship is like two sides of a coin.
Wu Fuchun's registered name is Sakamoto Tomio.
Unlike me, who only has my mom.
Wu Fuchun has a father, an older brother, and a younger sister.
However, I have never met his family.
When I met him, he was just an alcoholic who only knew how to drink.
The day we met, I was selling gems and clothes at a hotel, while Wu Fuchun was drinking at the bar.
When he stared at me with those terrifying eyes, I thought I was in trouble again.
Unexpectedly, he asked me in Beijing dialect if I was Chinese.
When I answered him that I was of mixed race.
The situation was like two wild dogs mixed in with a pack of wolves, sensitively aware of each other's presence.
From then on, the two of us became partners.
I never imagined that this terrifying creature would bring such an unexpected disaster to my life.
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