I'll Be Done for If I Leave My Roommate

Complete. Wives, please give me a five-star review (holding a rose in my mouth) An underrated mystery novel. The ending is complete, and I'm revising it now. Please support the official release~ Wives, please check out my upcoming novel, okay? "Newbie Returns to the Village of Max-Level Masters" - Blurb: Tang Zhu transmigrates into a mystery novel called White Mist, becoming a minor villain who pretends to be an ordinary roommate living with the protagonist. In the ending, the detective protagonist sees through his identity, and the villainous mastermind abandons him. His crimes unforgivable, he is sentenced to hang and dies miserably on a fog-shrouded morning. Although the streets and alleys of this novel's world are full of maniacs and serial killers, Tang Zhu is certain: sticking with the protagonist's side is the surest way to live to a ripe old age! As long as he fools the villains while helping the protagonist, surely he'll get a happy ending. So when the plot reaches the part where "the villain's undercover agent sneaks into the bedroom in the confusion, but fails to destroy the evidence," Tang Zhu stays cool as a cucumber. Not only does he avoid starting the fire from the book, he thoughtfully puts out every candle in the house before bed and wishes his genius roommate good night. Everything goes very smoothly. Except that, that night, an unexplained wildfire reaches his own room. Could changing the plot really bring punishment? Still shaken, he drags his badly burned pajamas along with him and hesitantly sneaks into the protagonist's bedroom. Tang Zhu climbs onto the big bed, gently lifts the covers, and effortlessly fishes an envelope out from under Fu Liang. Damn, was it really that easy? I even went to the trouble of reminding him to be careful. He has just breathed a sigh of relief when, as he tries to return the envelope to its owner, someone grabs his hand. Fu Liang opens his calm, composed eyes. "What are you doing sitting on me?" So startled he can barely speak, Tang Zhu blurts out, "I-I, I... want to sleep with you!" Fu Liang glances at his own shirt, which has been pulled open. "..." Tang Zhu's eyes are red from staying up all night. "I know you don't want to. After all, you only think of me as a roommate, so I'll just go..." Unexpectedly, the young man lifts the edge of the blanket. "Stop talking nonsense. Get over here." Tang Zhu: ??? Behind Xingzhou's number-one lone-wolf detective, a sidekick has appeared. The old police chief warns Fu Liang, "That Tang Zhu is definitely bad news. Someone saw him going into your room with a rope last night." Fu Liang: "Mm." Old police chief: "Mm? Looks like he didn't strangle you, then." Fu Liang presses his lips together, remembering the person who climbed into his bed last night. He had blushed and tossed the rope onto the mattress. "Let me tie you up for a minute, and you tie me up for the whole night. How about it?" ★ Treasure Hunt [The World Is Like One Giant Trash Can] ★ Drop the Handkerchief [Don't Look Back] ★ Murder of the Doll [A Nine-Year-Old Girl's Letter of Request] ★ Misty Mountain Manor [The Fog Is So Thick, I Can't See His Head] ★ The Ransom for the Rose [It's Worthless, Yet Shines Like Gold] ★ Young People's Management Academy [In the Name of Loving Me, You Slaughter My Soul] ★ One Hundred Years of Solitude [Before She Caught Us, I Seemed to Have Been Alone for a Hundred Years] ★ Natural Nobility [...] Honor and controversy piled up during the first half of my life. In the years you were late to arrive, I nearly thought that was all I was. Me too. I thought that was all there was to the human soul. A sharp-tongued, aristocratic elite top X a brash, straightforward puppy bottom The order of the cases may differ. This isn't a hardcore deduction novel :) Tang Zhu used to box. He's 185 cm tall and muscular. If you can't accept that, please try to, or click the X (doge). The era is fictional, with social development roughly modeled on 1850. The era, locations, police department, characters, and cases are all fictional. Upcoming novel: Newbie Returns to the Village of Max-Level Masters ★ Unlike my brief and barren life, love may yet journey toward immortality. Tu Nan has been dead for three years. More precisely, three years ago he was released from the "Godslaying" System, seriously injured and clinging to life. After enduring three years, he thought he had finally made it through rehabilitation and could live a normal human life. But when he opened his eyes, he was back where it all began. It was the familiar altar, the place where he had been torn apart by a horde of ghosts and ground into dumpling filling on the floor before he died. A chill ran through him. He made a mental note that, next time, he absolutely couldn't die in such an undignified way, then strolled into a human settlement to ask about the current state of affairs. Asking wouldn't have been a problem. But the moment he did, he nearly dropped dead all over again. He stared miserably at The Complete Collection of Guardians with the Highest Death Rates in the System. A chill crept down his back. Ordinary people: That's terrifying. Seriously terrifying. Tu Nan: These are all people I know... Ordinary people: The Flower God. A goddess who looks like a young girl sitting on a swing. She planted tens of thousands of flowers, and only one of them is poisonous. Tu Nan: The little girl who sells flowers. I made her cry by saying she wasn't as pretty as the girl next door who sells matches, so I made her a swing to apologize. Ordinary people: The God of Misfortune. He can make any sentence you say come true, and 99.9% of the time, it results in bloodshed. Tu Nan: The one who never throws a punch in a brawl and only runs his mouth. I used to call him a coward. Ordinary people: The God of Time. A devil who controls the mission progress bar. His hobby is making you reload your save one second before you complete a mission. Tu Nan: Quiet and boring. I brought him lunch for two years, and he only ever wanted the same thing. Ordinary people: The God of Death. He can't stand any human who breathes. A locust from the System, leaving not a single person alive wherever he goes. Tu Nan: We drank together. He'd never drunk before, but still wanted to fight. I pushed him into a wine vat, and he nearly suffocated. The more he read, the darker his vision became. #Your own failure is unfortunate, but your enemy's success is even more agonizing# #Dumpling filling isn't so bad either# #Can I use health insurance for my second death?# At last, the final page introduced someone he didn't know. Ordinary people: The Supreme God. Ruler of the gods, indifferent to gods and humans alike. If you accidentally enter the Supreme God's domain, don't struggle pointlessly. Hurry up and arrange your own funeral! Tu Nan: ...Does dumpling filling come in pretty and ugly varieties? Besides that, he also heard a bit of other gossip. "The last time the gods fell, it all happened in a single night. Then it rained for a month, flooding the entire human settlement." "All the new gods' power comes from the Supreme God, so you absolutely mustn't speak ill of him in their presence. Otherwise, you'll die without even knowing what killed you." "Oh, and I heard the Supreme God used to have a wife. They got together before he awakened." "Too bad she died." "Three years ago, on the altar. She left nothing behind." Tu Nan choked on his drink. The new underling at his side patted his back. "What's wrong, Brother Tu Nan?" Coughing, he waved a hand. "It's nothing. I just think it's strange... The Supreme God can get married? How many wives did he have after that? Were they all pretty? How many times did he get divorced?" The handsome young man smiled at him. "He only ever had that one." At that, he couldn't help sighing. "No wonder the Supreme God's got a bad temper. If a widowed bachelor doesn't have a bad temper, who does?" Then he lowered his drunken, unfocused face and slumped against his underling's shoulder, falling asleep. So Tu Nan didn't hear what the other person whispered into his ear. "That's right. I've been a widower for you for three years. What are you going to give me as a reward?" Yet Tu Nan, who seemed strong and thick-skinned, had secrets of his own. For instance, the layers of scars on his body all came from a rainy night three years ago. That night, every inch of his skin was bleeding. That night, he slaughtered every god. Theme: Justice is humanity's greatest interest., Webster 2":"(See below for the blurb of my upcoming novel, I'm Really Not a Rich Lady [Online Game]) Blurb: Xie Weila transmigrates to a world of magic, gets kicked out of the human race, and becomes one of those demonic remnants everyone loves to hate. To stay alive, she clings tightly to the God of Destruction. She never expected that this God of Destruction had only just broken free of his seal, was destitute, and had fallen to the strength of a total weakling. With bills to pay, Xie Weila has no choice but to shoulder the burden of making a living. Silvis: "Weila, I'm no good at anything. Are you going to look down on me?" Xie Weila: "No." As if. Silvis: "Weila, I'm so weak, and you have to protect me. Are you going to abandon me?" Xie Weila: "No." With a face like that, he could make a lovely decorative vase. Silvis: "Weila, this is the divine kingdom I built for you. It's only for you to live in. Do you like it?" Xie Weila is horrified. "Don't be so conspicuous! Weren't two thousand years of being sealed away enough for you?" Upcoming novel blurb: Players of The Spirit Realm believe in one saying: spending money is the ultimate secret to gaming. Then one day, a mysterious rich lady appears out of nowhere and sweeps every leaderboard. Her gear, skills, and pets are all top-tier items everyone dreams of owning. Players: Rich lady, my stomach's bad, I'm hungry! Mysterious rich lady Chu Ci: What if I told you I'm just a little luckier than most? Would you believe me? Ren Changle goes to play the game made by his own company, expecting to crush all the top players. But even with a guide from the game's planners and after spending enough to max out his spending limit, he still can't get out from under the number-one player's thumb. After struggling in vain time and again, Ren Changle gets it and decisively joins the ranks of the "bad stomach" players. What's the point of spending your own money? Food fed to you by a rich lady tastes better. Theme: Keeping someone company is the warmest confession of love 3":"*** Tang Zhuo wanders into a travel journal and becomes one of its many "tour guides." In the world of the journal, tour guides must provide good service to tourists during their trips. This includes introducing them to the history and culture of attractions, their natural and geographical features, and local customs, among other things. They must also keep tourists safe while meeting all of their reasonable requests. For example: [Explain to tourists where the humans kept in the zoo came from] [Teach tourists how to hypnotize a zombie] [Personally cook dinner for a vampire] [Provide every tourist with a satisfactory burial shroud] [Make the most unruly tourist return to the hotel on time] [...] Although tour guides can sometimes complete their tasks on their own, the journal's world thoughtfully provides each of them with a tour assistant as well. It also lists the assistant's duties as follows: ① During any single trip, the tour guide may request help from the assistant three times; ② The guide's request must comply with the assistant's activation conditions, or that chance will be forfeited; ③ Once the activation conditions are met, the assistant must do everything in their power to fulfill the guide's request; ④ Other than that, the assistant has no further obligations. "So what's your activation condition?" Tang Zhuo asks, his smile not reaching his eyes, confronting his nemesis, who disappeared for three years and has now shown up in front of him again. "Does getting you to help cost me one of my fingers?" The other man looks at his face and answers in his usual icy tone. "Acting cute." Tang Zhuo: "????" Fu Rang repeats expressionlessly, "Act cute once, and I'll help you once." Tang Zhuo: "...You might as well just take one of my fingers." Even though Tang Zhuo is a hundred times unwilling, he has to admit that none of the jobs on the list are for show. The requests of those neurotic, idiotic tourists are far too hard to fulfill. After gritting his teeth and struggling for a long time, he finally finds his assistant to save his own skin. But after mentally preparing himself and saying "Help me" to Fu Rang, all he gets in response is the System's cold notification. [Activation condition not met. Please submit your request again.] [This chance is forfeited. Remaining requests: 2] Tang Zhuo freezes for several seconds. "..." He takes several deep breaths, unclenches his fist, and tries again. "P-Please help me, okay?" But the other man's expression doesn't change at all. He only stands there, listening to Tang Zhuo's voice as he falls apart. [Activation condition not met. Please submit your request again.] [This chance is forfeited. Remaining requests: 1] Tang Zhuo's face turns red with anger. Before his fist, just unclenched, can close again, he raises his hand and slaps the other man. "If I ever ask you for help again, I'll be a dog!" [Activation condition met. Request successful.] Tang Zhuo thinks his ears must be playing tricks on him. But when he looks up, he sees his own handprint slowly appearing on Fu Rang's dignified, stern face, along with a hint of... unusual redness. Damn... What is going on?! Tang Zhuo suspects his assistant can change the activation conditions. Otherwise, why had requests succeeded after he'd slapped him several times, kicked him twice, and bitten him countless times, only to be rejected this time? All he'd done was push Fu Rang in a perfectly proper, restrained manner, even more gently than before, and say, "If you're not going to help, then get lost." But... Fu Rang actually started crying? [Activation condition not met. Please submit your request again.] [This chance is forfeited. Remaining requests: 2] Tang Zhuo doesn't even realize that he doesn't care about losing his chances at all. He's only focused on thinking it over. I didn't even push that hard? Did that hurt him? Or was my voice too loud? It wasn't even that loud? After thinking it over, he still decides to go comfort his assistant. Even knowing that his requests have been reset to zero, he still uses the System to request a meeting with Fu Rang. "Um... did it hurt a lot?" Tang Zhuo stammers out an explanation. "I couldn't bring myself to push hard... No, I mean, I didn't have the heart to really, " [Activation condition met. Request successful.] The next second, Fu Rang pulls him into his arms, wraps an arm around his waist, and kisses him for a full ten minutes. Blushing, Tang Zhuo tries to catch his breath. In the middle of it all, he gives the young man another slap. "Damn... Wh-what are you doing?" [Activation condition met. Request successful.] Tang Zhuo: ... Theme: Find *************** perspective