"You...you...I'll call the police if you come here again!"

"Oh? You can try it."

Neglecting to retreat step by step, Shimizu Tetsu looked around the living room of the small apartment. The TV was on but no sound, the ashtray was full of cigarette butts, clothes and other debris were piled on the sofa, and there were only a few spaces where two open suitcases were placed.

"Sekawa Suan, where are you planning to go?"

"I...I..."

Taking a step forward, Shimizuki grabbed his collar and lifted Sekawa Ren who had collapsed on the sofa.

"You'd better tell me what you've done before, otherwise..."

"I...I've done nothing..."

"Sekawa, what happened?"

Suddenly, a timid female voice sounded. Shimizuki turned her head and found that the bedroom door had been opened. The young woman in a suspender skirt stood inside, with a sense of dust in her makeup.

Facing her, Sekawa had a temper and pulled his neck and said, "It's not your business, close the door!"

"oh oh…"

After the door was closed, Shimizu Tetsu looked at Sekawa who was flinching again. His face was filled with flattery and fear, and tears and saliva were no longer controlled.

"I really haven't done anything...Qingshuisan, would you please let me go..."

Shimizu Tetsu shook his hand away with disgust and said sternly: "Who was that just now?"

"She...is the employee in the store I often go to. I stay here after getting familiar with her..."

"No wonder I can't find you. It turns out that I'm hiding in such a place," Kishida walked up and leaned over to pinch Sekawa's face. "Yes, it's normal for people like you to hide in a custom street like Yoshihara."

"Kishada Sang...I...I don't understand what you are talking about..."

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand, just say what you know."

"I really don't know anything..."

"It seems we have to give you some tips," Kishida dragged Sekawa from the sofa, stared into his eyes, and said hatefully, "Do you know me?"

"Meet...Kisha Sang from Hayami study..."

"What about this guy?" Kishida pointed at Heiichi Irie behind.

Sekawa Ren shook his head, tears and snot were already mixed up on his face.

"Then I'll give you another tip. Fifteen years ago, you had a book printed in Kotanshe with 500,000 copies..."

"ah…"

After a brief exclaim, Sekawa's eyes, which had been dodging, froze completely, and he didn't bother to show off his pitiful look. After Kishida let go of his hand, he fell on the sofa.

"It seems that I remembered it. How about it? Should I say it now? Or should I wait for us to communicate well for a while before I talk about it?"

"That's not what I did," Sekawa Ren suddenly shouted with his neck, "It's Watanabe! Yes! It's Watanabe, everything was instructed by him!"

Shimizu Tetsumi looked empty and turned around and handed her eyes. Seeing Nanami pressing the recorder, she continued, "Watanabe? Is it the current Yamaakazu Takashi?"

"That's right," As if he had grabbed the last straw, Sekawa cried loudly to Kiyoshi Shimizu, "It's him! I can't do anything about it, I was coerced by him!"

"Really? Start from scratch."

“Yes…yes…”

"Watanabe and I...ah, Yamaakaya Takashi, are classmates in elementary and junior high school. In short, we met very early, but we haven't seen each other again since junior high school, until... until that time."

"I had just graduated from college and caught the bursting of the bubble economy. I couldn't find a job at all. I could only rely on my talent in writing to contribute to magazines and be a gunman, barely filling my stomach. Once I contributed to Kaohsiung, Takashi Yamaakawa recognized my name and asked me to come out to meet..."

"At that time... he often invited me to dinner after hearing about my situation, and he became familiar with me again after a while... I happened to have finished writing one, but I couldn't find a publisher that was willing to help me publish the book..."

At the end of the crowd, Naohito Miyamoto gritted his teeth.

Sekawa Ren knelt on the ground and continued, "I was desperate, so I thought about begging him... Then he told me that Kotanshe's performance was declining, and he dared to do anything as long as he could sell books... So, he asked me if I would do something big..."

"What does it mean in a big vote? What exactly does it mean?" Kishida's face was already a little anxious.

"He asked me to change my name and pretend to be a genius writer, and he introduced it to Kotanshe... Then he told Kotanshe to give me high royalties from within, and the printing volume was set at 500,000 copies... After that, I left with the money, and he took the responsibility for it... The money he got was divided into three to seven, and he was seven and I three to three..."

"So that's the case..."

Kishida sighed in a daze, then suddenly remembered something, and raised Sekawa Ren, who had no intention of resisting.

"What about the money?"

"What's the money?"

"High royalties, plus the printing of 500,000 copies, the total royalties are almost 70 million yen! Where did you use the money?"

"I have spent all the 20 million I have allocated over the years... As for the 50 million I have in my hands, I don't know what he uses to do..."

"Then I'll ask you if the director is involved in this matter!"

"Which director?"

"It's Yamaakashi's father-in-law, Yamaakashi's director of the Literature and Art Bureau at that time, and Yamaakashi's director of Kaandanshe!"

Sekawa Hitomi was still confused.

"I don't know. Yamaaka Takashi has always been in contact with me. I have never met the director before... However, I know my own books, which is only at the barely read level, and it is impossible for me to print 500,000 copies at once... So I was also surprised when I got the money in the end..."

"That's it..."

Kishida murmured, staggering back a few steps, and was caught by Irie who was equally sad and angry.

Kimizuki sighed, stepped forward, staring straight at Sekawa Hitomi who was lying on the ground.

"What are you planning for this Naoki Prize?"

“This time…this time…”

Sweat beads popped up on Sekawa's head, but he couldn't move under the urge of Shimizu Tsuki. After struggling for a few seconds, he still revealed the truth.

"I spent it a few years after I got the 20 million yuan... I can't do anything, and I can't do anything else. I can only be a gunman for others, but I went back to the days when I couldn't eat enough... So, I remembered Yamaaka Takashi again..."

"I heard that he has become the head of the section chief and the son-in-law of the director, and his future is limitless... I came to him and talked to him about the past. Haha, he is very smart and immediately understood what I mean."

"He gave me some money, asked me to buy a few books from the Gunners, and helped me find a small publishing house in Hokkaido and Kyushu to publish, and then operate a few small prizes. With this accumulation, I can also make some money by teaching everywhere, so I don't have to be hungry anymore..."

"But one day Miyamoto came to him with his book... Although I can't write books, I can still tell whether it's good or bad... I took his book to find Takashi Yamaaka, thinking about whether I could help him publish it through Kotanshe channels... At that time, I really wanted to help Miyamoto! You believe me!"

Shimizu Tetsu pressed him back on the sofa, "Don't mention anything unrelated, continue."

"Yes...yes...at that time," Sekawa Ren swallowed, "After seeing it, he suddenly asked if he wanted to do it again..."

"Do it again? What does it mean?"

"That's... he thought this book had the potential to win the Naoki Award. He published it in my name and with the influence of Kotanshe, he would definitely win the Naoki Award. Then he printed hundreds of thousands of copies under the name of the Naoki Award, and the royalties he received continued to be divided into 30,700... He said that he would soon become the director of the Art Bureau, and it would be easy to operate such things..."

He was about to become the director, and that was almost the time when he had just arrived at the Kotanshe for internship. After reaching this conclusion in his mind, Shimizu Tetsu continued to ask: "There shouldn't be the only one, right?"

Sekawa Ren trembled: "He also said... With the reputation of Naoki Prize and Kotanshe's publicity ability, he could package me as a well-known writer, and he could sell me no matter what he wrote... Although the subsequent royalties will still be 30% to 70% of him, I will no longer have to rely on the little money to teach..."

"So you agreed?"

"Qingshuisan, I can't help if I don't agree! I was forced! He said that if I don't agree, he would let me never teach people to make money. I was forced to..."

"Okay," Shimizu Tetsu interrupted his begging for mercy, "Do you know what he wants to do with this money?"

"I don't know, I didn't dare to ask him..."

"I think you didn't think about this at all, did you?"

"No, I..."

Sekawa Hitomi was still trying to defend himself, but suddenly a ringtone rang. Shimizuki looked around and pulled out his phone that was shaking from under a pile of clothes.

"Ah, that's mine..."

He stared away with his eyes and tried to get his phone back. Kiyoshi Kiyoshi turned on the screen and saw a name appearing in the center next to the flashing phone symbol.

"Filial piety in the mountain..."

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Chapter completed!