Unemployed at the Beginning, I Let the Singer Come Back

Liu Tao listened with his ears upright, but couldn't hear clearly, and was in a hurry.

After she hung up the phone, Liu Tao hurriedly asked, "What do you mean by new novel? What about the mystery novel?"

Sister Chen told him not to worry, "Say that the mystery novel is finished."

Liu Tao was surprised, "So fast!"

He just watched the progress, at most he watched the beginning to satisfy his hunger, but he didn't expect to finish it all at once, isn't this a donkey of the production team?

Doesn't it affect the quality because of the speed?

But in any case, you can only know the quality after seeing it. If the quality is poor, you can polish it.

The editor is responsible for checking the quality of the work and giving suggestions to the author.

Sister Chen nodded, "There is another piece of good news."

"What?"

"He's writing another mystery novel."

Liu Tao doesn't know what to say, this is 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 the Big Devil Company.

"What are you thinking?"

Sister Chen said that the new album of the Big Devil is very popular now.

"Mr. Anonymous" took advantage of the wind of Anonymous's broken beats, and it has squeezed into the top ten overseas HOT charts, so there is no danger.

Sister Chen thought for a while: "I guess the addiction is coming."

Liu Tao: "Is this addictive?"

"Yes, I have."

Sister Chen looked at him, "Aren't you one of them?"

Liu Tao was speechless.

Sister Chen asked him to go to the company together.

Liu Tao's thoughts were still stuck in the previous moment: "Don't wait for them to come?"

Sister Chen: "Qingning accompanied her husband to find inspiration, so I won't be here 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 came to his senses: "Oh, yes!"

He was so shocked that he forgot about the new book he had finished writing. Of course, there is also the reason why the other party wrote too hastily, so that he naturally lowered his expectations in his heart, and he did not toss and turn in bed, relying on exercise to sleep so much.

Just because the anticipation in his heart was a little less, Liu Tao was drawing up a contract with Sister Chen, signed it, and after returning home, he was busy with some homestay matters before checking his mailbox, and found that the manuscript was sent by Sister Chen a few hours ago. It's in his mailbox.

He let the printer print and went out to get a bottle of beer himself. On the road, I ran into a resident of the homestay, chatted for a while, and then walked in drinking beer, and then Liu Tao found that he forgot to put down the printer's cardboard.

Papers were scattered all over the place.

"Damn!" Liu Tao hurriedly put down the beer to pick it up.

Although he has lowered his expectations, it doesn't mean that 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, but he was created by a Chinese, Liu Tao certainly hoped that he would be able to stand up. When bragging with foreign countries in the future, he would say that the detective Poirot belonged to them.

Therefore, his hesitation and procrastination now does not mean that he is neglecting this manuscript.

He hurried to pick it up.

Then--

He saw at a glance that a man named John was arrested on the paper, and "I" saw the calm complacency in Poirot's eyes!

Depend on!

The detectives are all proud, this must be the murderer, he didn't run away!

I rely on!

Liu Tao threw the manuscript paper angrily, and shouted, wishing to slap himself.

This fucking revealed the finale directly!

It is undoubtedly a disaster for a reader who likes mystery novels, but it happens that he is still an editor, so he has to read it.

"What's wrong?"

His wife came in, and after seeing the manuscript papers scattered all over the floor, she probably understood.

"Okay, I'll clean it up, I'm not afraid of spoilers."

His wife told him to sulk, then picked up the manuscript papers one by one, bound him by page number and handed them to him.

Liu Tao took the manuscript paper, looking a little less emotional.

"How old-fashioned?"

As soon as Liu Tao looked at his head, he found that this 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 is "my" friend, the eldest son of the rich woman in Stiles Manor, Liu Tao looked at him and saw the murderer, his whole body was like a frost-beaten eggplant, and he looked on listlessly.

Then--

He unexpectedly discovered that after lowering his expectations, the quality of this novel was unexpectedly good. Compared with "Murder on the Orient Express", it may not be so prominent, but it is really a very enjoyable reasoning story in terms of reasoning. It takes the country manor as the stage, and on the surface it is a quiet and harmonious small world, but in fact, there are intrigues between people, and various criminal motives are hidden.

The author makes use of these people with different criminal motives, creates suspicions, and uses complex suspense layouts to make readers feel like they are in a maze. If Liu Tao didn't know that the eldest son is the murderer, he would really be addicted to it.

"uncle!"

Liu Tao wanted to slap himself so much that it would make your hand cheap and make you forget to put the cardboard on!

What a wonderful process of reasoning!

Let him do it all.

Then, watching his youngest husband being arrested, he thought to himself that the arrest was wrong, and that his elder son was the murderer. When Poirot found his alibi. Liu Tao looked like he had known this before, and he felt that even if he didn't know the ending, he still felt that this little husband was not the murderer. How could the murderer be caught at the beginning, and this little husband was the first one many people read. object of suspicion.

It's not that simple.

Then, he saw the doctor was caught, expressionless——

Soon, he saw John being arrested, "He is the murderer."

Liu Tao sighed, the book is almost finished——

Why?

He touched the paper, there was still a small quarter.

Liu Tao wondered, is there any twists and turns in the future?

His wife called him for dinner.

Liu Tao responded, and continued to read——

"I go!"

When he slapped his thigh, he realized that the murderer was really a little husband, and he blushed, because he said just now that it was definitely not him.

This setting is perfect!

The housekeeper who was hostile to him turned out to be his accomplice!

They are still a couple!

And he saw Poirot with calm eyes. He dared to reconcile the eldest son and his wife, a couple who liked each other but didn't know it.

"This shit—"

Liu Tao has not yet imagined that obsessive-compulsive disorder is the key to solving this case. This has really shaped the clues since Poirot appeared, and the clues are buried boldly and without traces. This alone is worth a cowhide!

This is the first time he has seen the use of the detective's personal habits to solve the key points of the situation!

amazing!

Jiang Yang deserves to be Jiang Yang.

Of course, the novel has its flaws.

There are many more.

Readers who want to reason about drugs need to know local laws.

And then there's the murderer's letter—

Liu Tao shook his head and sighed softly.

This novel is full of spirituality, but it was written too fast and was not well polished. The breakthrough point of such an amazing obsessive-compulsive disorder, but because the letter I found was too far-fetched, this book changed from amazing to mediocre.

Much worse than Murder on the Orient Express.

Of course, in terms of pure reasoning, the reasoning of the whole book is absolutely on the ceiling.

pity.

What a pity.

Liu Tao's regretful heart.

He wanted to let Jiang Yang polish it again, how to give this letter to Yuan Yiyuan, but he couldn't think of any good way. He stood up with a sigh, and was about to have a cold meal when he suddenly found that the printer was still pressing a piece of paper.

He takes 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 of Styles Manor", complaining about the same shortcomings as Liu Tao, saying that Poirot borrowed the murderer A case solved by a genius is famous. Next, he will record in detail a case he is investigating with Poirot, and restore a real Poirot.

"Perhaps this will be one of his failures?"