While Han Zhou was filming in Africa, "Murder on the Orient Express" was already on the shelves.
It is available throughout North America.
In Europe, you can buy this book in bookstores in big cities.
Moreover, the shopkeepers put "Mist Cloak" and "Murder on the Orient Express" together.
Negotiation.
Maureen came to the bookstore wearing a coat.
What surprised her was that the bookstore under the heavy snow was actually overcrowded.
Maureen was completely stunned.
Ever since she was in college, she has realized that Americans don't like reading and there are no people in bookstores.
Even if I had it, I would have bought books like "The Life of a Fruity CEO" and "A Photo Documentary from Caesars Palace Casino to Strip Club".
But today, many people lined up to buy books at the scene, and it was overcrowded.
Moreover, these people did not even open the book to take a look, but directly paid for it.
I'm afraid I won't be able to buy it.
Maureen stepped forward in confusion: "Hello, what kind of book is this?"
The curly-haired young man who looked like a college student in front of him raised the book in his hand.
The cover of the book is a black and white picture of a train.
The big bloody letters read "Murder on the Orient Express".
Maureen was even more surprised.
What is this? Documentary literature?
There are so many people queuing up here to buy documentary literature books? This is not the United States!
In fact, the sales volume of books in the United States is still good, mainly because there is no piracy, so the sales of various best-sellers are very high.
However, it is always those people who read.
So many people crowded here to buy books today. Maureen thought it was a reporter who investigated a major American case and published a book.
However, while queuing, Maureen heard something and felt that this was not the case.
The person next to me: "I finally bought it. It is estimated that half of the people couldn't buy the book in the first wave. They will have to wait until the day after tomorrow."
"Who would have thought that it suddenly snowed heavily and the books could not be transported, causing the sales period to be delayed by three days."
"Haha, I don't know what kind of shock Han Shen will give me this time."
"Banks is very powerful, but this time I found the wrong opponent. I have read ten pages of both books...I have already lost."
In a detective novel, if you haven't read the last page and just read the beginning, you have already lost. Then at the end, the gap will be even greater.
Writing books depends on talent. There is a big gap in the front, and the difference in IQ will be reflected later.
Finally, Maureen was first in line.
The clerk had no time to speak at all. Seeing that no one wanted to serve her, Maureen could only raise her hand: "Give me the book."
The clerk didn't even look at Maureen. He handed the book "Murder on the Orient Express" in his left hand and "The Mist-Colored Cloak" in his right hand directly to Maureen.
"Thirty-two dollars."
Maureen was stunned for a moment. The price... didn't seem like a documentary book.
This seems to be the price of a novel.
After taking a look, "Murder on the Orient Express" cost twenty dollars, and "Misty Cloak" cost twelve dollars.
"Mist-Colored Cloak" is about two dollars more expensive than the uncopyrighted books.
Murder on the Orient Express is probably the most expensive single novel.
Maureen shook her head, paid the money directly, and left with the book in her arms.
The sky was twisted, the snow was falling violently, and the wind was biting.
Maureen was so cold that her ears and nose were red before she returned to the apartment where she was dating.
An apartment that opens its window and can see Central Park.
Putting down the book, Maureen listened to the phone messages.
"Hi, dear... can you leave a message on the phone? I sincerely apologize. Can we have dinner together? I'll be waiting for you at the same place."
Maureen unplugged the phone cord and lay down on the sofa.
In this impersonal city, a white-collar worker or a gold-collar worker has a hard time.
It would be even more sad if you meet someone you hate and don't recognize them at first glance.
Living here, you don’t have that much time to get to know someone.
Just a coincidence, a small thing, maybe a relationship started, and then everything fell apart.
Maureen picked up a book and said, "Only books will never let me down."
Lying on the sofa, the temperature in the room became warmer. Maureen took off her scarf, threw away her coat, lay on the sofa with her boots on, and opened a book.
After reading for a while, Maureen saw a new message on her phone.
The heavy snow turned into a blizzard, and the blizzard turned into a snowstorm. Starting today, work will be suspended for at least five days.
Maureen turned over to make herself more comfortable: "That's great."
Then continue reading.
The book in her hand made Maureen feel very strange.
Detective novel?
It took Maureen two days to finish "Mist-Colored Cloak". After all, there was no other place to go.
In the end, Maureen was quite satisfied.
The story written in this novel is actually not complicated.
Probably in England, a police officer received a report one day that someone had died.
The time is the second half of the twentieth century.
Seeing the symptoms of the deceased, the police officers suspected that he had been poisoned and then went to find out what kind of poison it was.
The autopsy doctor said it was some kind of plant toxin, a toxin from a plant that is not found in England.
After extensive review of information, the police learned that the poison belonged to oleander.
Oleander is a tropical plant native to Asan and is rarely seen in Britain.
There is only one botanical garden that specializes in cultivating plants in a greenhouse.
So, the police came here to look for clues.
Then he heard the story of a cloaked man.
This cloaked man has often appeared in the botanical garden recently, but he always wears a cloak, which is very strange.
The police officer felt that this information was worth exploring, so he went to look for this person.
On this day, the police received another report, another person died, another Oleander.
This time, the police saw the legendary cloaked man.
And this man is actually a detective.
Of course, the police officer and he didn't know each other before, and they finally figured this out after they had a fight with each other.
The two of them were sure that the other party was also investigating the case they wanted to investigate.
However, because they had a fight, they were unhappy with each other and did not exchange news.
The two went to investigate the case separately.
The two deceased people also knew each other, they were both old British aristocrats.
He is the kind who has aristocratic status but no money.
One of them once went to the United States and met a wealthy businesswoman.
In this era, there was a tradition of marriage between the down-and-out nobles of England and the Americans who became rich.
Therefore, this man became very rich after his return, and everyone felt that he had deceived a wealthy businessman's widow.
The other nobleman has a little bit of property.
There is also a love-rival relationship between the two.
The case became more complicated.
Maureen watched it for two full days, and only after reaching the end did she realize that the story was a bit nonsensical.
In fact, the answer to everything is very simple.
The down-and-out nobleman who died first did not go to the United States. He had no money to go to the United States. He went to Asan Country to work in the former colony. Because he felt ashamed, he lied and said that he went to the United States.
And after he came back, he spent money like crazy to make others think he was rich.
At a certain party, the second deceased mentioned to him that drinking scented tea was now popular in England.
And show off that he has the money to pick the freshest flower petals to make tea.
In order to show off, the first deceased found a flower, which he said was the four-season sweet-scented osmanthus produced in the Mediterranean, and said it was flown in from Italy.
In fact, he himself didn't know what he was soaking in.
What he soaked was the flower he brought back from Asan Kingdom - oleander.
Oleander flowers, pollen, even branches and leaves are highly poisonous, and soaking in water can kill anyone who accidentally ingests it.
The second nobleman was even more stupid.
After the death of the first nobleman, a funeral was held.
The lover they had most wanted together mentioned the four-season osmanthus, and it was a pity that they did not drink it.
So this aristocratic brother asked the people at the botanical garden to buy four-season osmanthus.
As a result, the worker at the botanical garden stole the oleander and sold it to him as a sweet-scented osmanthus.
And when he invited the woman for afternoon tea, he found out that the woman had already left for the United States.
So, he enjoyed the 'Four Seasons Osmanthus Tea' alone and then died.
In fact, the detective had known about the relationship between the two deceased people for a long time, but he did not know about the oleander.
The police knew about the oleander, but they didn't know the relationship between the two deceased people.
The death of the two deceased people is a dark humor.
The police and detectives investigating the case together to see who can solve the case first is also a dark humor.
Maureen always felt strange after reading it.
This detective novel is not very good at writing about love, nor is it very good at writing about interpersonal communication.
The case itself is not complicated.
However, using language to guide people makes the case seem bizarre.
However, in this way, the final reveal moment seems uninteresting and a bit disappointing.
After reading it, Maureen's mind cleared for a whole day, and she watched TV and soap operas for a whole day before she remembered another book.
"Murder on the Orient Express".
Maureen thinks this book should be not much worse than "The Mist-Colored Cloak", right? Just give it a look.
But when I was about to read a book, the heating pipe burst in my home.
Because of the heavy snow, the repairmen couldn't come at all.
She could only freeze in the apartment.
Finally, I couldn't bear it anymore, so I went directly to the kitchen, turned on the stove, boiled a pot of water, and then brought a chair to sit here.
I was bored, so I picked up "Murder on the Orient Express" and started reading it.
From the beginning of the story, Maureen was attracted.
At the beginning of this story, the protagonist is a little old man.
A little old Chinese man, Chen Polo.
[This luxury train has very few rooms and can accommodate very few passengers. Originally, Chen Boluo had no chance to board the train. 】
[However, the train conductor knew Chen Boluo and knew that he had solved countless strange cases and was a great detective and a great gentleman. 】
【That’s why he was able to board the bus.】
At the beginning of the story, Chen Boluo is already sixty years old.
Briefly describe his history.
In the era of the last dynasty of China, Chen Boluo came to study in French Braised Chicken, hoping to return to serve the motherland after completing his studies.
By the time he finished his studies, World War I had already begun.
Poirot had no way to return to China and could only stay in Europe.
At this time, a large number of Chinese workers came to the battlefields of World War I to participate in the war as laborers. However, because these people did not understand European languages, their rights and interests could not be protected.
Poirot was proficient in English, French and German, so he helped the workers here.
After the First World War, Chen Poluo was about to return to China, but he heard that after the war, China, as a participant of the victorious country, was supposed to take back the Qilu Concession. As a result, the Qilu Concession was actually given to the Sakura Country by the elders at the meeting.
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So Chen Boluo went to the venue of the meeting to protest.
And he is working hard for this matter to regain the rights and interests that should belong to China.
The result is that there is no result.
Chen Poluo realized that returning to China would not be of much help to his motherland. Since he knew so many languages, he should stay in Europe and do more things.
And one thing changed his life.
The officer who proposed to give the Qilu Concession to the Sakura Kingdom at the meeting died unexpectedly.
Seeing this, Maureen was already infected by the words, and couldn't help but praise, "It's so good!"
The death of this officer was blamed on the representatives of China, who considered it a form of revenge.
So Chen Boluo went to investigate the case. He proved the innocence of the Chinese representative and even found out who the murderer was.
However, Poirot refused to reveal the truth.
The officer's family suspected that Poirot was seeking revenge, so they forced Poirot to tell the truth.
The truth turned out to be shocking.
Because the officer committed suicide.
Poirot only said one sentence, "I don't hate him because of his ignorance of China, I just want to change his view of China."
Originally, he hid his suicide in the hope that he could get the Pope of his faith to hold a funeral for him. But now, it was his family who forced him to lose this opportunity.
In the West, one will go to hell if one commits suicide and cannot go to heaven. Therefore, Poirot, who was intolerant and had a gentlemanly demeanor, hid this fact.
As a result, Poirot was forced to tell the truth.
Since then, Poirot has become a great detective, and no one dares to force him to tell the truth when he is unwilling to tell the truth, because that is definitely not a good thing.
Poirot's history, which Han Zhou personally adapted from other stories, was narrated from the commander's mouth.
And "Murder on the Orient Express" has officially begun.
There were fourteen passengers in this car. In addition to Poirot, there were also thirteen passengers who were already in the car.
One of the wealthy American businessmen wanted to pay Poirot to protect him.
But Poirot didn't take the job.
That day, the train hit a snowdrift on the way forward and was unable to move forward. It had to wait until daylight before continuing.
And in the morning, a wealthy American businessman died in the car.
Moreover, the room is locked from the inside.
Poirot quickly looked around and judged from the time of death of the wealthy American businessman that it was late at night.
The snow stopped in the middle of the night, but there were no footprints in the surrounding snow, so the murderer must still be in the car.
Poirot examined the body and found that the wealthy American businessman had twelve stab wounds, and it was definitely not the same person who committed the crime.
Therefore, there is more than one murderer.
So Poirot began to investigate everyone on the car. Coincidentally, besides himself, the conductor and the doctor, there were exactly twelve real passengers on the car (a Hungarian diplomat and his wife were counted as one).
Poirot soon discovered a secret during his investigation.
It turns out that the so-called wealthy American businessman is not a wealthy businessman at all, but an American robber.
He kidnapped the Armstrong family's daughter, and after getting the ransom, he still wanted to kill her.
Later, in the trial court, he bribed the judge and did not suffer legal sanctions.
And now, everyone in the car is a suspect.
As Poirot investigates, he discovers something strange.
Everyone in the car had a relationship with the Armstrong family or lived in that city.
You must know that there are Americans, British people, French people, and even French princesses from the old Mao Xiong Kingdom on the car.
There are also people who are interested in being stupid and sharp.
These people are all related to the Armstrong family, or to that city, which is very strange.
As the investigation progressed, someone said they saw a man passing by the robber's door that night, but they didn't see it clearly.
So rumors began to spread in the car that one of the men was the murderer.
Poirot had seen this man having a close relationship with a female passenger before getting on the bus, but now he pretended not to know her.
So Poirot continued his investigation.
Then this man showed his cards, he just didn't want the scandal to spread before the divorce, so as not to be kicked out of the house.
Then, another passenger gave Poirot new information.
He said he saw a man in plain clothes entering the robber's room.
But strangely, a button found on the conductor's uniform was found at the crime scene.
Each piece of news, coupled with the evidence at the crime scene, left Maureen overwhelmed.
Who is it?
If these things are written in a confusing way, then there is really too much information and it will give people a headache.
However, the information is written in a very organized manner and is not confusing at all.
But the problem is, after clarifying it, I feel that my brain is not used enough.
Because it has been clearly stated that the murderer must be in the car, and all the evidence and clues are here. Why can't we analyze who the murderer is?
The greatest pleasure in detective mystery novels is to compete with the detective to find the murderer first.
Many readers are trying it.
Maureen, who had never read much detective novels, had subconsciously begun to compete with Poirot to figure out the answer first.
For example, who does that handkerchief with the word H written on it belong to?
For example, the buttons that only belong to the conductor's uniform fell off at the scene, but why are the buttons on the conductor's own clothes intact?
Why did the witnesses say they saw men in civilian clothes entering the robber's room?
There are so many of these questions that each one is overwhelming.
What's even more bizarre is that Poirot secretly entered the maid's room and found a conductor's uniform missing a button.
Seeing this, Maureen no longer knew what these evidences could prove.
However, Poirot in the book has already figured out what is going on.
[Ladies and gentlemen, we all know that a disgusting murderer was murdered. How?
There is a simple conclusion. There is evidence that the murderer is unknown to any of us. Mrs. Harbert picked up a button from the conductor's uniform. Miss Schmidt found a conductor's uniform. The size was obviously not the same.
Pierre's, which contained a spare set of keys and a button missing. Mrs. Hubbard found the blood-stained murder weapon. Dr. Constantine was convinced that it was the murder weapon used in the murder.
The facts are very clear. The murderer disguised himself as a conductor and got on the train from Filgrid Station. He used the key to easily enter Ratchet's room and stabbed him to death. Since the train was blocked by heavy snow, he threw away the murder weapon and uniform and quietly
slipped away, so who was he? I kind of agree with Mr. Foscarelli’s opinion, he thinks the mafia killed him. I believe the local police will get to the bottom of this kind of vendetta within the mafia!
But is this the end?
No, no, no! It’s not over yet. I just said this is a simple conclusion. Next, there is another, more complicated one...]
The above answer is also the answer that Maureen came up with.
But what Poirot said next overturned Maureen's three views. Maureen used to think that she was very smart, but after reading the next content, Maureen felt that she was a big fool.
The handkerchief with the word "H" actually belongs to the French princess of the Old Bear Kingdom, because in Russian handwriting, N looks the same as the letter H from other countries, and N is the first letter of her name.
The Hungarian diplomat and his wife who said they did not know the Armstrong family were actually relatives of the Armstrong family.
The maid in the Armstrong family who committed suicide out of guilt was actually the train conductor's daughter.
The female teacher was once the private tutor of Miss Armstrong...
Everyone present has a close relationship with the young lady in the Armstrong family who was voted out.
The number of people was exactly twelve (actually thirteen, but the Hungarian diplomat and his wife were considered the same person), and this number happened to be the number of the jury.
The robber killed the young lady of the Armstrong family, then bribed the judge and escaped.
Because the court failed to deliver justice.
So these twelve people were gathered together to enforce justice.
Each of these twelve people stabbed the robber once, but none of them was fatally injured.
Therefore, there are only twelve wounds on his body.
And because everyone was stabbed once, no one knew whose stabbing took away the robber's life.
Therefore, no twelve people need to spend the rest of their lives feeling guilty.
Poirot analyzed all the evidence and confirmed it on each person one by one. He determined the past or true identities of these twelve people based only on the information he observed and the information found in the car.
Every time someone's identity was revealed, the twelve people were just stunned and sighed.
And the readers are already dumbfounded.
They went to look up those things themselves and read back to the previous articles to see if this was the case. The result was that it was like this. The knowledge involved was so broad that readers could not analyze the truth even if it was placed in the book.
, only Poirot knows.
In the end, Poirot revealed everything and told this more complicated truth.
At this time, one of them picked up a dagger and wanted to keep Poirot on the train forever.
But was blocked by everyone.
They are not murderers, but they are trying to uphold justice. Poirot is not a person who deserves death, so even if twelve of them go to jail, they cannot take action against Poirot.
When the train arrived at the next platform, the police arrived.
Twelve people all knew that they were going to jail.
However, Poirot handed over the uniform with a button missing and the murder weapon to the police.
"The murderer left these behind and ran away after the murder."
"I hope the police can catch the murderer."
Poirot did not tell the second truth to the outside world, but told the first one.
Han Zhou's version of "Murder on the Orient Train" not only used the original work, but also borrowed other books and the experiences of historical figures for adaptation.
In addition, some elements from the 10th version of the 1974 movie were also added.
Of course, the general story and most of the content remain the same as the original text.
After reading the story, everyone's scalp was numb.
This kind of story of two truths is not surprising to the audience of the past life on Earth. For example, "Pi" also used this technique.
But the birth of "Pi" itself is related to "Murder on the Orient Express".
And readers in this world are already dumbfounded when they see the ending.
Can a detective novel be written like this?
Many people choose to look back and then blame themselves for their carelessness.
For people who don't read detective novels, this feeling can also turn into admiration for the author's writing power and a sense of freshness.
For people who read detective novels, it feels like their IQ has been crushed.
Han Zhou himself had experienced this feeling in his previous life.
For example, one time when Han Zhou was watching "Shutter Island", when the mentally ill protagonist went to investigate the case seriously, he ran into the room of the deceased lady, carrying a pair of men's leather shoes of size 43 and saying that they were the shoes worn by the deceased lady.
That's when you should have realized that the protagonist is mentally ill.
However, many people were careless when watching and did not use their brains at all, including Han Zhou, so they did not notice it at all. After knowing the truth and watching it for the second time, they suddenly realized that they had not used their brains from beginning to end, and they should have done it long ago.
found.
When reading detective novels, almost every page is in this state.
After knowing the truth, when I rewatched it, I felt like I was an idiot the first time I watched it.
Watching it for the second time, you can see countless details.
Then I felt even more impressed that the author was really awesome.
Now, many detective fans around the world are going through such a process.
When Maureen finished reading, it was already late at night, and even the lights in the kitchen were not turned on.
She subconsciously borrowed the light of the fire to read the book, and now she realized that she had done nothing, reading from morning until late at night!
Even forgot about lunch and dinner!!!
Feeling hungry now, Maureen took out the microwave to heat up the food.
While waiting for the food, Maureen picked up Murder on the Orient Express and watched it again.
On every page, you can see the missing details that you missed the first time.
Then took a deep breath: "My IQ may not be 140, but actually only 120?"
"It's over, one hundred and two is over. It's probably only one hundred, right?"
"One hundred? Eighty, no more."
"Oops, I might have a dog brain..."
When Maureen came to her senses again, it was already dawn.
After the food in the microwave is heated, it has already become cold in the microwave.
Maureen closed her eyes, unable to extricate herself from this world. It could even be said that she was unwilling to come out.
Maureen wanted to talk at this time and tell people that she had discovered such an awesome book.
I also want to communicate with people who have read the book to see if I have missed any details.
So Maureen took out her phone and searched for "Murder on the Orient Express".
It was very smooth and Maureen came across the Effinic Detective Forum.
Then, I saw the first post.
"Han Shen is back from Eastern Europe, and the plane is scheduled to land at ten o'clock sharp!"
After clicking in, Maureen found out that the author of this book was called Han Zhou, a Chinese.
He is also a director, an actor, and an outstanding independent musician.
But now his parent company has expanded to the United States, so he conveniently wrote this book for book fans.
This person is so nice, how could someone be so kind to fans? Maureen has fallen.
Then, Maureen knew that Han Shen was currently filming a movie. He had been to Africa and Eastern Europe for nine days and had just returned to the United States by plane.
Oh my god, Han Shen actually went to such a poor place, he must be very tired!
Maureen looked at the snow outside the window.
The heavy snow has stopped, but the snow is very thick.
Snow? Even if the streets are now covered with red burning coals, it cannot stop Maureen from worshiping the Korean God!
Not to mention coals of fire, even axes from the sky and rain will not do it!
The reporter here at Nuoyue learned that the great actor Michael Coppola would be landing in Nuoyue with the crew today, so he drove the press van to the airport early.
Arrive at the airport.
The reporter was dumbfounded.
Countless people stood in the snow holding signs.
Everyone is enthusiastic, even crazy.
"Korean God!!!"
"Poirot!!! Chen!"
"Baogade!"
Under the surprised eyes of reporters, a pair of snowplows arrived at the scene and began plowing the snow.
A reporter asked: "Brother, aren't the roads on my side plowed?"
Snowplow driver: "???Why do I have to shovel snow for you?"
Reporter: "Damn it, are you from the municipal government? I want to file a complaint against you!"
Driver: "Crazy..."
Soon, the reporter discovered that the road that had been plowed away from the snow was covered with a red carpet.
What the hell is going on?
Those holding signs, like pilgrims, become more pious the closer it is to ten o'clock.
Why do these people all have dark circles under their eyes?
At the scene, domestic fans of Han Zhou and overseas students also came to pick him up.
Looking at the crowd, he sincerely sighed: "It seems that Americans are not without normal people. They like Han Zhou and are teachable."
Companion: "Is it abnormal to like Han Zhou...?"
The person who lamented: "This is wrong. In China, people who like Han Zhou are abnormal, but this is the United States and everyone is abnormal. If you like Han Zhou, it seems much normal."
"That makes sense."
He pointed to a sign: "Look at what's written on this sign, 'Howling Elves' refers to the last of the Mohicans, right? 'Korean God' may be what book fans call him? 'What kind of sick mind can
Wrote "Murder on the Orient Express" 'Oh, Han Zhou fans in the United States also discovered it."
"By the way, I've also watched "Murder on the Orient Express". Han Shen's English writing is actually of this level. Why can't he write in Chinese?"
"You don't know, right? "The Eight Parts of the Dragon", "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" and "Tomb Robbery Notes" were all written by Han Zhou, but in China, he took the pen name Jin Gulianghuang, but in the United States, he wrote directly
In the encyclopedia, the original name is used.”
"Is there still this thing? Wait a minute, isn't that... holy shit, you're actually hiding it from our domestic book fans, and the American book fans know the truth before we do?"
"Who knows, maybe it's because of copyright issues, so I simply authenticated it."
"Wait a minute, Elf, Han Shen, is sick. Well, the Americans have also discovered the nature of Han Zhou's mental illness?"
When the crew showed up, Michael was shocked.
Just after the heavy snow day, so many people picked up the plane?
Take a second look, they are not here to pick up themselves, they are here to pick up Director Han?
When Han Zhou appeared, the scene went crazy, with cheers and screams, just like a rock band performing in a stadium with 100,000 people.
Han Zhou didn't expect so many people to pick him up at the airport.
Dalfu walked in the front: "Han Shen, we are here to pick you up."
Han Zhou smiled lightly: "Oh, thank you."
Dalf: "More than 50,000 people came to the scene. Many people couldn't get to the roadside and were all outside."
Han Zhou: "Oh, that's it."
Dalfu sighed, as expected of the Korean God, this kind of scene was not exciting at all.
Dalph: "Murder on the Orient Express sold 850,000 copies in nine days. Each copy will give you six dollars, for a total of five million one million dollars, or three million six hundred thousand dollars after tax."
Han Zhou's eyes lit up and he laughed loudly: "Well done, my dear Dalph!"
"850,000 copies were sold in nine days, but he can't sell 3 million copies in a year?!"
“As expected of a well-known publisher in the United States, it’s amazing.”
"I'll stop working for half a day and find a place to celebrate!!!"
Dalfu sighed: Hanshen is Hanshen. After hearing that more than 800,000 book friends supported him, he was so excited, but he did not fall into the formalism of picking up the plane.
He is indeed my idol!
The media, who wanted to avoid the contract, clicked the cameras frantically, and the cameras also pushed forward crazily.
There are so many people coming to pick up this person. No matter who he is, if he takes a photo first, he will definitely make headlines!!!
Who is this person? How come his fans are more fanatical than those of rock king Jack Preless?!
There are also people who are smart enough to directly interview Han Zhou’s fans.
Fans of Han Zhou: "Who is he? He is Gade."
reporter:"???!!!"
"Is this the God we are usually familiar with?"
Fan: "Better than that God!"
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Please give me a monthly pass. It is unrealistic to write about "Murder on the Orient Express" in one chapter. I have briefly mentioned it. If you are interested, you can read it yourself.
Because I have to describe the general facts of the case, this chapter has more than 8,000 words. I feel dizzy writing it. I have to have my teeth extracted tomorrow. I hope it won’t affect my coding tomorrow.