Liu Tao strained his ears to listen, but couldn't hear clearly, so he was anxious.
After she hung up the phone, Liu Tao hurriedly asked: "New novel, what do you mean? What about the mystery novel?"
Sister Chen told him not to worry, "I said I've finished writing the mystery novel."
Liu Tao was surprised, "So fast!"
He just came to check on the progress, and at most he could look at the beginning to satisfy his cravings. He didn't expect that he would finish it all at once. Is this the donkey of the production team?
Doesn’t the speed affect the quality?
But no matter what, you can only tell whether the quality is good or bad after seeing it. If the quality is bad, you can polish it again.
Editors are responsible for checking the quality of works and giving suggestions to authors.
Sister Chen nodded, "There is another good news."
"What?"
"He's writing another mystery novel."
Liu Tao didn't know what to say. This was not a donkey of the production team, but a social animal on the assembly line.
He asked Sister Chen if there was any economic crisis in Da Mo Wang Company.
"What are you thinking about?"
Sister Chen said that the new album of Big Devil is very popular right now.
"Mr. Anonymous" has taken advantage of Anonymous' breakout success and has already entered the top ten of overseas HOT charts. How can it be in danger?
Sister Chen thought for a while: "I guess I'm addicted."
Liu Tao: "Is this addictive?"
"Yes, I have."
Sister Chen looked at him, "Aren't you just one?"
Liu Tao was speechless.
Sister Chen asked him to go to the company with her.
Liu Tao's thinking was still stuck on just now: "Don't wait until they come?"
Sister Chen: "Qing Ning went to look for inspiration with his husband, but he can't come over today."
If Liu Tao stopped, he would have no reason to go up.
Sister Chen said: "Sign the contract."
Li Qingning reminded me just now.
Liu Tao realized: "Oh, yes!"
He was so shocked that he even forgot about the new book he had finished. Of course, there was also the reason why the other party wrote so sloppily that he naturally lowered his expectations, instead of tossing and turning in bed and relying on exercise to sleep.
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Just because his expectations were a little lower, Liu Tao drafted a contract with Sister Chen and signed it. After returning home, he was busy with some things about the B&B before checking his email. Then he found that the manuscript had been sent by Sister Chen a few hours ago.
It's arrived at his mailbox.
He let the printer print and went out to get a bottle of beer. On the way, he met the guest at the B&B, chatted for a while, and then walked in while drinking beer. Then Liu Tao discovered that he had forgotten to put down the printer's cardboard.
The manuscript papers were scattered on the floor.
"Holy shit!" Liu Tao quickly put down his beer and went to pick it up.
Although he has lowered his expectations, that doesn't mean he has no expectations.
He didn't take the time to read it. In fact, he was afraid of being disappointed because he really had high hopes for Poirot.
As a domestic editor, even though this Poirot is a little old man from Belgium, he was written by a Chinese. Liu Tao certainly hopes that he can stand up and brag to foreign countries in the future that Poirot is their detective.
Therefore, his current hesitation and delay does not mean that he has neglected this manuscript.
He hurriedly picked it up.
Then--
He saw at a glance that a man named John had been arrested on the paper, and "I" saw a calm complacency in Poirot's eyes!
Depend on!
The detectives were very proud, this must be the murderer and he didn't run away!
Holy shit!
Liu Tao threw the manuscript away angrily and shouted, wishing he could give himself a slap.
This fucking directly revealed the finale!
It is undoubtedly a disaster for a reader who likes mystery novels, but he is also an editor, so he can't help but read it.
"What's wrong?"
His wife walked in and roughly understood after seeing the manuscript papers scattered on the floor.
"Okay, I'll take care of it, I'm not afraid of spoilers."
His wife let him sulk while she picked up the manuscript papers one by one, bound them according to page numbers and handed them to him.
Liu Tao took the manuscript paper and seemed to be in a lower mood.
"How corny?"
As soon as Liu Tao looked at his head, he realized that the Hastings routine was exactly the same as Watson in Sherlock Holmes.
This made him lower his expectations a lot.
John popped up in the first chapter. He was "my" friend and the eldest son of the rich woman from Styles Manor. Liu Tao saw the murderer when he looked at him. His whole figure was like an eggplant beaten by frost, and he read listlessly.
Then--
He unexpectedly discovered that after lowering his expectations, the quality of this novel was unexpectedly good. It may not be as outstanding as "Murder on the Orient Express", but in terms of reasoning, it is really a very enjoyable mystery story.
Taking the country manor as the stage, it appears to be a quiet and harmonious little world, but in fact, there are intrigues between people and various criminal motives hidden.
The author uses these people with different criminal motives to create suspicions and complex suspense layouts, making the readers feel like they have entered a maze. If Liu Tao hadn't known that his eldest son was the murderer, he would have really been addicted to it.
"uncle!"
Liu Tao hated himself so much that he slapped his hand to make you look stupid and make you forget to put down the cardboard!
What a wonderful reasoning process!
Let him do it all.
Then, he watched his young husband being arrested, thinking that the arrest was wrong and that his eldest son was the murderer. When Poirot found his alibi, Liu Tao looked like he had known this all along, and he felt that even if
He didn't know the ending, and he also felt that the young husband was not the murderer. How could the murderer be caught at the beginning? Moreover, the young husband was the first person to suspect when reading the book.
It's not that simple.
Then, he saw the doctor being arrested, his face expressionless——
Soon, he saw John being arrested and said, "He is the murderer."
Liu Tao sighed, the book was almost finished——
Why?
He touched the paper and found that there was still a small quarter.
Liu Tao wondered, could there be any twists and turns later?
His wife called him to have dinner.
Liu Tao responded and continued reading——
"I go!"
When he slapped his thigh, he realized that the murderer was really a little husband. He blushed. It was a pity that he had just said that it was definitely not him.
This setting is amazing!
The housekeeper who was hostile to him turned out to be his accomplice!
They are still a couple!
But the Poirot he saw had a calm look in his eyes, and he was in love just to reconcile the eldest son and his wife, a couple who liked each other but didn't know it, to solve the case and to marry him, which misled him.
"What the hell -"
Liu Tao hadn't thought that obsessive-compulsive disorder would be the key to solving this case. He really started shaping the clues from the moment Poirot appeared, and the clues were buried boldly and without leaving any trace. This alone is worthy of some praise!
This was the first time he had seen a detective using his personal habits to determine the key points to break the game!
Stunning!
Jiangyang deserves to be Jiangyang.
Of course, this novel still has flaws.
There are many more.
Readers who want to reason about drugs must know local laws.
And the murderer’s letter——
Liu Tao shook his head and sighed softly.
This novel is full of spirituality, but it was written too quickly and was not polished properly. The breaking point of the obsessive-compulsive disorder is so amazing, but because the found letter is too far-fetched, the book has changed from amazing to mediocre.
Much worse than "Murder on the Orient Express".
Of course, in terms of pure reasoning, the reasoning of the entire book is absolutely at the ceiling.
pity.
What a pity.
Liu Tao has such a regretful heart.
He wanted to ask Jiang Yang to polish it again, how to make the letter round, but he couldn't think of any good way. He stood up with a sigh, and was about to go to have a cold meal, when he suddenly found that there was still a piece of paper pressed on the printer.
He took it out.
Then, Liu Tao discovered that this was the last picture of the novel.
But it is not the end of the novel, but the beginning of a novel: a doctor named Sheppard slowly closed "The Mysterious Case at Styles Manor" and complained about the same shortcomings that Liu Tao complained about, saying that Poirot borrowed the murderer
A case solved by a fool will lead to a reputation. Next, he will record in detail a case he and Poirot are investigating and restore a real Poirot.