Death Broadcast
About This Novel
Why do people always die mysteriously on this street? Mouheiichi is a small port town in the northeastern region of Japan. The frequency of murders here is almost as high as that of Cape Town, South Africa. A mystery writer who cannot read, an unscrupulous detective who secretly colludes with gangs, a high school girl who can do divination, and a gangster who loves late-night radio. Four people of different statuses and classes encounter a series of bizarre murders. Corpses with pig faces, corpses drained of blood, corpses with 10 kilograms of food in their stomachs, corpses inside corpses, corpses drowned on the roof, living corpses...
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Official(6)Scraped 6d ago
Some stories are really well written, but a few of them just feel watery🥲The death of Qiuye in the end is really sad. After reading it, I felt a little sad😔
Finished reading
It's quite interesting, some of the settings are quite curious. But some logic cannot stand scrutiny. I really dislike people who destroy the scene and behave abnormally in front of the police.
The famous detective who was so much in debt that he almost committed suicide took his revenge two years later in an incredible coincidence and way. Unfortunately, one of the four protagonists died in the end. He just started to like the friendship established between the four people who were not good people.
I've read all of Shirai's works and come back to read them again.
Compared to the others, this one is like a bear cookie.
There is no psychological description. Killing for the sake of killing makes you uncomfortable.
The last one was particularly uncomfortable to read.
Shirai, you are so bad
After reading it, I suddenly felt melancholy. After reading Akiba's article, I was able to watch calmly and appreciate the story and logic. Even if a gangster does not directly face death in a bloodbath, and suffers such a ridiculous suffering, I can convince myself that he has done bad things, and it can be said to be a kind of retribution. But in the end, the author just clicked on the secret codes of the two of them, and suddenly brought out every bit of information related to him in the book. The label of a gangster could no longer contain the person Akiba gradually got to know as he read. The reasons that persuaded me to sit on the sidelines collapsed. He was no longer just a gangster, and I had to feel melancholy. Shirai, if you write like this, it's too bad.
Rating
Community(0)
Official(6)Scraped 6d ago
Some stories are really well written, but a few of them just feel watery🥲The death of Qiuye in the end is really sad. After reading it, I felt a little sad😔
Finished reading
It's quite interesting, some of the settings are quite curious. But some logic cannot stand scrutiny. I really dislike people who destroy the scene and behave abnormally in front of the police.
The famous detective who was so much in debt that he almost committed suicide took his revenge two years later in an incredible coincidence and way. Unfortunately, one of the four protagonists died in the end. He just started to like the friendship established between the four people who were not good people.
I've read all of Shirai's works and come back to read them again.
Compared to the others, this one is like a bear cookie.
There is no psychological description. Killing for the sake of killing makes you uncomfortable.
The last one was particularly uncomfortable to read.
Shirai, you are so bad
After reading it, I suddenly felt melancholy. After reading Akiba's article, I was able to watch calmly and appreciate the story and logic. Even if a gangster does not directly face death in a bloodbath, and suffers such a ridiculous suffering, I can convince myself that he has done bad things, and it can be said to be a kind of retribution. But in the end, the author just clicked on the secret codes of the two of them, and suddenly brought out every bit of information related to him in the book. The label of a gangster could no longer contain the person Akiba gradually got to know as he read. The reasons that persuaded me to sit on the sidelines collapsed. He was no longer just a gangster, and I had to feel melancholy. Shirai, if you write like this, it's too bad.
