Novels by Masunori_M_D

Marie's house is a two-hour ride from the comedy house. On the outskirts of the bustling city, there lies a rich neighbourhood. Along the sides of the large street, two lines of colossal landed properties align neatly. Each has a grassy front yard or a colourful garden, with stepping stones forming a path from the pavement to the house's entrance. The car rushes through all those houses to arrive at a bungalow blockaded with yellow police caution tape. The entrance door is open, but a police officer is stationed there. Albert approaches him.- Who are you?- I am Albert E., a Lambda-type private investigator from SOURCE. I am here to conduct another crime scene investigation regarding the case of Maria S. S. C.- I see. Can I have your identification card?- Here. Albert hands the police officer a sparkling, yellowish card issued by SOURCE. The officer then compares it with his document, before nodding and returning the card to Albert.-

Egypt, 2061. The final rounds of structural design and calculations are agreed on, and construction is already commencing. To facilitate the transportation of twenty thousand survivors back and forth from outside to the underground facility of Lamabula, Mirai has agreed for him to set up a teleportation port below the basement of the CEA building in Egypt (the comedy house). Additionally, as per the agreement, she has demanded that everyone not question anything about the teleportation and the destination - a colossal warehouse seemingly built with technology that does not belong to humans. After the game show incident, I figured out that they had collected more proof of our cheating. Still, the money from Mirai's decoy bank account has quickly dissipated, and her whereabouts are impossible to be tracked. She still refuses to tell me how she does that, though. Then, on the same day, while napping soundly at the comedy house, I am abruptly awakened by a loud noise. Albert kicke

- Have you received their money?- Yes, but ultimately, they agreed on half the maximum prize. It was a huge compromise on our side, but better than nothing. The money was wire-transferred into my decoy bank account this morning. A few days have passed since the filming of the game show. I was told to do nothing, as Mirai would handle the negotiation. Details of how they met up are intentionally omitted when I ask her, but she agrees to disclose how the negotiation progresses. Nobody knew the exact location of the room, but it represented the interrogation room, except nobody was having the edge. As per Mirai's request, they only brought three people. In the middle of the room, there was only a poorly maintained wooden table, with two chairs on opposite sides: Mirai on one side, and the main negotiator on the other side with two standing guards. The room was small, and the only source of light was a loosely hanging lamp. Their negotiator initiated the conversat

With an abrupt gunshot, the screen that streams everything happening in the studio loses signal. Ali's face distorts and darkens: given how the strict protocols have kept the upper hand for him and the production crew, the incident is a surprise. He tries to contact the surrounding staff for help, but the electromagnetic interference system imposed on this room renders all his attempts futile. - I knew it! You have been the mastermind behind this scheme all along. Now we can legally arrest you for fraud...- I am pretty sure this is one of your operation blunders that resulted in a technical failure. On top of that, you have no grounds to frame me, and given how you said that everything I have to go through here is backed by the government, I wonder how this narrative would develop in case we see each other again in court.- Nonsense! As if somebody will trust the word of an ordinary person.- But how would you, the perpetrator, prove that whatev

So the production team does not stop at heightened security.- You don't seem surprised at all.- I know the production team will go all out to protect the hefty sum of a billion pounds. It is just a matter of time before you rely on drastic measures, but to go this far... So, regarding the fifteenth question...- We have plenty of time. And the moment you incorrectly answer the last question, it is all over.- What makes you think that I will get the final question wrong?- Of course not you, but him.- Him? The screen in front of me shows the footage of the studio. Everything is there: the dramatic lighting and sound, the audience holding their breath, the host reading the question, and the contestant furrowing while listening carefully to every word. Except the people sitting at the podium are not Ali and I.- The moment I first saw your assistant pushing you into the office for registration, I have already felt s

- Quick! Secure all exits of the television studio. Initiate first-level protocol. Focus security around studio 4-A. Hurried footsteps echo through the corridors and halls, as fully-armed police and military personnel impose a lockdown on the studio and check every nook and cranny for any intruders. The studio that hosts the game show is located in a fairly remote region near Cairo. As a national studio that produces most of the programmes in the country, its level of security is on par with a military base. The specific information of measures implemented is obfuscated to the public. Still, with some observation, one would realise that making any move within the studio needs meticulous planning from the most intelligent of humanity. As soon as every staff in the studio is mobilised, the girl starts to move. The trip sensors she installed throughout the studio have simultaneously triggered, capturing a huge movement.__________- The twelfth question is another