Jiang Yang: "What should I do if I can't guess it?"
Li Qingning thought for a while, "What are you going to do?"
When they arrived at the car, Li Qingning took out the key, unlocked the car, opened the door and got in the car.
Jiang Yang thought for a moment on the curb, then opened the car door and got in, "Black stockings! Black stockings! Black stockings!"
"Virtue."
Li Qingning put on his seat belt and saw Jiang Yang looking at his legs.
She is still wearing jeans.
"Fasten your seat belt."
She reminded her and drove on the road, "You wouldn't deliberately not write down the key evidence, would you?"
Jiang Yang thought for a while.
The novel "The Strange Case of Stiles Manor" may be due to Grandma's early works. The relationships between the characters are complicated, the case is complicated, and various suspicions and clues are arranged to mislead readers. Then, the most fatal evidence appears at the end
of a letter.
This is difficult.
So Jiang Yang thought for a while, "Well, if you can guess where the most direct evidence is, you win."
This is much simpler and much fairer.
Li Qingning agreed. As for what she would ask Jiang Yang to do after she wins, she has not yet decided.
Jiang Yang was alert: "I don't want to wear black stockings!"
Li Qingning gave him a roll of his eyes.
After returning home, Jiang Yang worked hard for the black silk and devoted himself to the transportation with almost fanatical enthusiasm.
Li Qingning sat on the sofa, watched an episode of a mystery TV series, tried to find inspiration, and then went to practice musical instruments.
Jiang Yang has not written yet.
The book "The Mysterious Case of Styles Manor" has 100,000 words, and he only remembered some fragments.
Jiang Yang chose to use a miniature model to restore the scene first, because a lot of evidence was in the room, and the room of the deceased old lady was very special. It had a door and two doors leading to the room of the younger husband (who had just married) and the sister (who was a friend).
(Female) The door of the room.
Jiang Yang quickly built a rough miniature model of this room.
Then--
Just went to bed.
Morning.
Jiang Yang got up early again.
Li Qingning heard him getting up but didn't open his eyes.
Then, she let the tide of sleep wash over her.
When Li Qingning completely woke up from sleep, it was already past nine o'clock. She stretched out comfortably, got up, changed the sheets, made breakfast, and then found Jiang Yang in the study and asked him to eat
breakfast.
After breakfast, Jiang Yang followed Li Qingning to the company.
When Sister Chen opened the door and entered the office, Jiang Yang was at the table, playing with miniatures and writing something.
Sister Chen asked Li Qingning, "What kind of inspiration does this have?"
Li Qingning handed the dried fruit to Sister Chen, took the document and signed, "I'm writing a mystery novel."
Sister Chen, who had just tasted a pine nut, stopped and asked, "What mystery novel?"
Li Qingning glanced at him just now and said, "There's Poirot."
Now Sister Chen had no intention of eating anymore and put down the pine nuts directly. When she was about to speak, she lowered her voice for fear of disturbing Jiang Yang: "Is this really a series?"
She thought Poirot just appeared out of thin air, wrote "Murder on the Orient Express" and was gone.
To be honest, she quite likes this old man with a mustache.
Unlike Sherlock Holmes, this little old man is approachable, especially the last two choices on the Orient Express. Although there are many controversies, they also add a lot of personality charm to the little old man.
Li Qingning asked her to speak normally.
She knew that as long as her husband didn't interrupt his train of thought, it would be fine for the people next to him to chat normally. She even liked it a little, and felt very comfortable and at ease. If it was too quiet, it would not be at ease.
Sister Chen moved a chair and sat over: "How did you write?"
Li Qingning thought about it and felt that the beginning of this book was very similar to the beginning of Sherlock Holmes. There was also a friend and partner. This partner was also a soldier and had just retired from the battlefield. This book is also based on this friend, that is, "
"I" came to record it.
"ah?"
Sister Chen couldn't say whether it was good or bad for a while, she just felt that it would be up to others to say it.
This is indeed the case with Grandma's groundbreaking book.
The relationship between Hastings and Poirot is indeed comparable to that of Watson and Holmes, that is, the "I" in this book. What is a bit bad about "I" in the book is that the eldest son of the manor obviously invites "I" as a guest.
But I was thinking about my eldest son’s wife.
That's weird.
When Jiang Yang was writing, he tried to reduce the description of this aspect as much as possible. For example, Hastings just met his friend's wife, and he was thankful in his heart that he accepted the friend's invitation, and a Cao thief jumped out of the page.
in addition.
In this novel, strychnine appears for the first time, but it is definitely not the last time it appears in Poirot. Jiang Yang remembers that strychnine in the Poirot world is about equal to potassium cyanide in the Conan world.
After chatting about novels for a while, Sister Chen turned her attention to Li Qingning and asked her what cosmetics she used recently or what kind of yoga she did. Her clothes were still the same and she was still handsome, but with a more feminine touch, "I want to be ten years younger.
Even if I break my ways, I will still chase you."
It's so tempting.
Jiang Yang raised his head, "What!"
Sister Chen glanced at Li Qingning.
They have been chatting for a long time. Jiang Yang has been concentrating on it. Why did he hear it this time?
"My little jealousy is not just for nothing."
Li Qingning was proud.
Sister Chen showed an expression of disgust for dog food. She stood up and said, "When the manuscript is written, remember to let me review it."
She went to work.
After closing the door and walking to the office, Sister Chen sent a message in the group, "Lao Liu, I'm here to treat you."
Liu Tao took a while to reply: "Why am I treating you?"
Xu Guangzheng: "If you are asked to invite me, then please do so."
Bearded man: "Old Liu, your Orient Express No. 1 should be brewed, right?"
Mr. Chengzi: "Hey, this is the essence of Lao Liu's lifelong brewing skills. All advanced equipment and raw materials are used."
Liu Tao: "Let's go aside. There isn't much. I'll keep it for myself."
Sister Chen: "Give me two more bottles and I'll tell you good news."
Liu Tao: "What good news?"
Big Beard: "Isn't it possible that Jiang Yang has published a new book? Is it a mystery novel?"
Sister Chen made a "bangbang" expression. The bearded man is the old fox in their group and the oldest one. But as a fairy tale writer, he is sometimes the most childlike one.
"I go!"
Liu Tao directly posted a message in the group, "Real or fake, what kind of mystery novel?"
Before Sister Chen could reply, several more voice messages popped up, asking her if she had finished writing and whether the detective was Poirot or something like that. It seemed that Sister Chen was not the only one who was thinking about the little old man Poirot.
"Just wait, I'm still writing."
Sister Chen said.
Liu Tao: "Then Sister Chen, you are so uninterested. Why did you tell me so early? Aren't you making me suffer? I won't be able to live like a year in the future."
Sister Chen:......
Sister Chen: Yes, yes, I will tell you next time when it is published.
Liu Tao: The days are as good as the years, which prolongs the life span.
He also sent a photo and was already packing wine, planning to give it to Sister Chen. He also invited them to have a drink at the B&B today at noon.
"I'll cook some delicious dishes for you. Sister Chen must come."
Bearded man: "That's thanks to Jiang Yang."
Sister Chen knew that the drunkard was not interested in drinking, but inquiring about books.
Liu Tao has been looking forward to the new book in the Poirot series for a long time.
You can tell by the name of the beer he brews, Orient Express No. 1. This is his most proud craft beer. He has been bragging about it in the group for a long time, and they have also been looking forward to it for a long time. This time they can finally drink it.
Sorry everyone, I made a mistake, this chapter makes up for yesterday's.
Then, one update at noon and two updates in the evening.