Tokyo Girlfriend Guide

Chapter 651 Neon Writer's Conscience

Tsuruta Masao walked to the front of the hall, in front of a row of tables closest to the podium, and was about to look around and sit down domineeringly, but his eyes suddenly stopped in one direction. The others were about to ask what was wrong when they saw the old man with triangular eyebrows quickly walk forward a few steps.

"Mr. Morimura!"

The old man took a few steps forward and came to a table closest to the middle. He half-bent over and bowed. His voice was full of respect and enthusiasm:

"Mr. Morimura, I didn't expect you to be here. If I had known this earlier, I would have come with you."

People like Nishizawa Osamu who followed behind Tsuruta Masashi, after seeing clearly who he was bowing to, also bent down 90 degrees and respectfully called out "Mr. Morimura".

Who is Mr. Morimura?

A man in a gray suit, an elderly man with gray hair on his temples, the ends of his eyebrows flying in a very sloppy manner, and a somewhat thin figure.

At first glance he seems to be a rigid and strict person, but as soon as you hear him speak you can feel that he is a very easy to get along with person.

Even though his conversation was interrupted, he did not seem unhappy at all. Instead, he apologized to the person sitting at the same table with his eyes, then stood up and responded to Masashi Tsuruta's greeting.

"It's Mr. Tsuruta. It's been a long time."

Mr. Morimura sat down, and his voice matched his appearance, meticulous, yet kind-hearted as an elder.

At this time, someone next to him moved to make room for Tsuruta Masashi, who sat down without hesitation and casually waved his hand to dismiss his followers.

Among the crowd, only Nishizawa Osamu bent down to say goodbye to Mr. Morimura, saying that he was very happy to see him, and he received a response.

After returning to his seat, Shenmu Guang finally expressed his doubts:

"Teacher Nishizawa, who is that Morimura teacher, and why does Tsuruta-san respect him so much?"

"Humph, you'd better not let anyone else hear you. It's a huge joke that someone who came to participate in the Neon Mystery Writers Association Awards didn't even know Morimura Seiichi."

Nishizawa Yang snorted coldly, his eyes still on the table. It can be seen that he also wanted to chat with Mr. Morimura like Tsuruta Masashi, but he knew that his status was not up to standard and he left in disappointment.

Hearing this, Shenmu Guang showed a shameful expression and said that it was because he did not have enough education that he became a useless actor.

In fact, even if he didn't know who Seiichi Morimura was, he could still open his phone and use Google, but he knew what kind of person Nishizawa Yang was, so he deliberately showed his ignorance to make the other person happy.

"That's Mr. Morimura Seiichi. In the Japanese mystery world, there is only one literary master who can be compared to Matsumoto Seicho."

Matsumoto Motohiro began to speak in an aria:

“Some people also call him the “conscience of Japanese writers”.”

"Wow--"

Kamiki Mitsuru immediately uttered an exclamation that was very befitting of someone who had never been to school, and then incidentally observed Nishizawa Osamu's dissatisfaction with Matsumoto Motohiro.

"Humph, is it necessary to bring up something that everyone knows? If you want to introduce an author, of course you have to mention his representative works."

Nishizawa Yang snorted again, causing the followers around him to echo him. Matsumoto Motohiro felt embarrassed and shut his mouth in dismay.

"Mr. Morimura established his supreme position in the Japanese mystery world with his trilogy of "Proof of Humanity", "Proof of Wildness" and "Proof of Youth". Although he wrote another book that I cannot understand, if I were to name another person who can represent Japanese mystery novels besides Mr. Edogawa Ranpo and Mr. Matsumoto Seicho, I would definitely say Mr. Morimura Seiichi's name without hesitation."

Shenmu Guang could see that rather than being Tsuruta Masao's follower, Nishizawa Yang wanted to be the junior of Mr. Morimura Seiichi. He pretended to suddenly remember something and asked in confusion:

"Teacher Nishizawa, the incomprehensible book you mentioned, could it be The Devil's Feast? The book that exposed the atrocities of Unit 731..."

"Don't mention that name!"

Xi Zeyang interrupted unhappily:

"Don't let Mr. Tsuruta hear it, he really doesn't like that book!"

So, even if you hate Mr. Morimura's works so much, it doesn't affect you two, master and disciple, from desperately admiring Mr. Morimura, right?

Shenmu Guang's eyes were full of teasing and amusement. He shut up, took out his phone, and learned the details of Morimura Seiichi. He was not lying. He was indeed an ignorant person. He used his energy to do things that were beneficial to him, and never paid too much attention to irrelevant things. But now... if he could use Tsuruta Masajou's ship as a stepping stone to jump to the even larger Morimura Seiichi, he would certainly be happier.

Type Morimura Seiichi into the search box, and countless pieces of information will pop up instantly.

Morimura Seiichi, together with Takagi Akimitsu, Edogawa Ranpo, Sano Hiroshi, and Yokomizo Seishi, are known as the Five Tigers of Japanese mystery literature. At first glance, the name Five Tigers sounds very ordinary, not as good as demons, gods, etc. But if you open the Five Tigers and expand the characters Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, Zhao Yun, Ma Chao, and Huang Zhong, you will know the weight of the term Five Tigers.

If Edogawa Ranpo and Matsuno Seicho were the founders who turned Japanese mystery novels from third-rate works into first-rate literature, then Morimura Seiichi was the one who inherited their will and carried the banner of mystery novels for an entire era.

He has written many books, including three books of "Proof" that surpassed his contemporaries, and one book "The Devil's Feast" that showed the world what a writer's integrity and responsibility are. No one is more qualified to be called a national teacher than him.

A great master of mystery novels and a literary master of his generation.

He is the person that Nishizawa Osamu dreams of becoming, and he is also the person that the big boss behind him, Tsuruta Masashi, must look up to.

After reading the information, Shenmu Guang still had a squinting smile on his face, but in his heart he began to frantically think about how he could get in touch with the master.

If the other party is a mean and arrogant person like Tsuruta Masao, then he has no confidence and can only pray for a God-given opportunity like dealing with Hojo Kyousuke, so that he can come up with the chance by chance. But that teacher Morimura Seiichi is different. Just from the contact just now, it can be known that he is a very easy-going person. Tsuruta Masao waved his hand to send him away, but Mr. Morimura looked at him seriously and said goodbye. There are also many information on the Internet saying that this teacher likes to help juniors and is quite selfless, and fully deserves the title of "the conscience of Japanese writers".

"…Is Mr. Tsuruta preparing any new works recently?"

At the table over there, Morimura Seiichi asked gently.

Hearing this, Tsuruta Masao immediately straightened his chest:

"To be honest, I just finished a novel, and I will prepare to release it after I finish things here."

Just step on the little Hojo devil and let the Japanese people see what a real writer is! Take away all his popularity!

Hearing this, Morimura Seiichi's flabby face suddenly revealed a somewhat complicated expression. He picked up the cup, took a sip of tea, and whispered:

"Although humans can grow in wisdom over time, due to the limitations of the human body, the decline of brain activity and creativity is inevitable, Mr. Tsuruta..."

At this point, Morimura Makoto hesitated. While drinking water, he glanced to the right of the hall inconspicuously, and saw the handsome Hojo Kyosuke and his bright eyes.

After sighing, he decided to finish his words:

"A decline in creativity is the inevitable fate of every writer. Although I am looking forward to your new work, I still hope you will consider it carefully and don't be so anxious."

Because of the seating position, Tsuruta Masatake could clearly see Hojo Kyosuke over there without turning around. The old man glanced at that side with disdain, then looked at Morimura Seiichi with full energy and said loudly:

"Hahaha, I'm really motivated to create right now. I'm not being arrogant, but I'm actually very satisfied with my new work. Please look forward to my active participation, Mr. Morimura!"

Having said this, he seemed to have finally seen the other people who wanted to greet Morimura Seiichi, so he stood up, bowed ninety degrees again, and said respectfully:

"After the award ceremony, if Mr. Morimura has time, could you please write a comment for me?"

Looking at the man bending over in front of him and listening to his respectful words, Morimura Seiichi's eyes, which seemed a little cloudy due to his age, flashed with a hint of complex emotions.

Ugh……

"…if you were still so energetic at that time." He forced a smile.

"Okay! Please look forward to my active participation!"

When Tsuruta Masashi heard this, he jumped up with joy, turned around with a proud look, and skipped towards his seat.

"Who is that old guy? Is he also from the entertainment industry? Why is he stealing my lines?"

Hero Kusaka followed behind Hojo Kyosuke and muttered something.

Yamauchi Sakura couldn't help laughing when she heard it, remembering the experience on the banks of the Kamogawa River. Kyosuke just said something to the little star, and she shouted energetically, "Please look forward to my performance!"

Hojo Kyosuke turned around and winked at Yamauchi Sakura, indicating that they really had a tacit understanding.

After arranging seats for the people around him, Hojo Kyosuke, Oosaka Tsuyoshi, and Wancheng Yaji began to greet the fellow writers present.

On the other side, Tsuruta Masashi was proudly showing off to his fans around him how close his relationship with Mr. Seiichi Morimura was, and how his new work would soon be recommended by Mr. Morimura. Sitting next to him, Nishizawa Osamu had a forced smile, and his nails dug into his flesh until blood came out.

The strangeness of this master and disciple was not something that outsiders could understand, but they both expressed surprise and doubt at the same time.

"Why did that kid walk towards Teacher Morimura?" Masashi Tsuruta asked puzzledly.

"He doesn't think he has the right to talk to Mr. Morimura, does he? Is he pushing his luck just because Mr. Morimura likes to help his juniors? There's a limit to how much he can get carried away. No, I have to go over and reprimand him!"

Nishizawa Osamu also shouted angrily, and Matsumoto Motohiro's eyes lit up when he heard this. The scene of Hojo Kyosuke cutting Nishizawa Osamu in half with his sword immediately appeared in his mind.

But what disappointed him was that the two of them opened their mouths and eyes wide at the same time. Then he looked again and found that Hojo Kyosuke had successfully sat down next to Morimura Seiichi. Judging from the smiles on their faces, they were having a very pleasant conversation.

"What? How is that possible!" Nishizawa gasped. Even he was only qualified to greet her, so how could that idiot Hojo be qualified to sit next to Mr. Morimura! ?

"…How is it, Mr. Morimura?"

Hojo Kyousuke asked quietly with a smile on his face. Morimura Seiichi beside him had a complicated expression and said hesitantly:

"I originally thought that he might have just temporarily lost his mind, and maybe I could persuade him to get back on the right track, but..."

"That's what we call a dying ghost that can't be persuaded with good words, Mr. Morimura."

Hojo Kyosuke chuckled and said this in Chinese.

The familiar yet strange Chinese language instantly made Morimura Seiichi feel better. In order to write the book "The Devil's Feast", he lived in the country across the sea for a long time. When he first heard that language, he felt endless guilt and pain in his heart, but now he feels very close to it.

"It's hard to persuade a ghost who wants to die..."

Morimura Seiichi repeated it in a low voice, with a faint smile on his thin face. He was already over 80 years old, and his brain activity was not declining as he had said before. He could imitate it very well.

Yes, this old man who is still thinking about saving Masao Tsuruta has spent a large part of his life as the conscience of Japanese writers. This is why Masao Tsuruta was so surprised after seeing him. At this age, he is still active in the literary world. It can be said that he has dedicated his whole life to mystery novels.

"Hojo-kun, please keep going. The future of Japan belongs to you young people."

The old man saw that someone seemed to want to find Hojo Kyosuke, so he took the initiative to end the conversation.

"Please look forward to my activeness."

Hojo Kyosuke bent down slightly and made some jokes.

"Hehehe——"

A hearty laugh came out of Morimura Makoto's mouth. He was very amused by the young man's naughty look.

Then many people came to greet Morimura Seiichi, one after another, just like ministers meeting the king. However, they were all extremely respectful to Morimura Seiichi, and they spoke very sincerely, as if they had really received help from him on their life journey.

The person who came to see Hojo Kyosuke was the association president Kenno Kenzo. After pulling Hojo Kyosuke aside, the man immediately asked with a look of shock on his face:

"Is this true? Tell me how you did it? Even if you said you secretly brought the precious sword "Silver" in and planned to kill people later, I wouldn't be surprised, but! But! Boy, you actually brought Mr. Morimura with you! ? "

Even though he tried his best to restrain himself, one could still hear Kenzo Chikano's shock:

"You, are you really going to wield the sword of your ancestors?"

"Why, this knife is only used by Xi Zeyang and his men?"

Hojo Kyosuke smiled. (End of this chapter)