On Friday, August 17th, in the evening, the mystery novelist Moriguchi Takeshi's Villa Okutama, a bungalow house.

In the living room, Mashiki Moroguchi and Mori sat separately in the middle, Yamazaki and Eiyu Hondo sat on the sofa by the wall and listened, while editor Haruei, reporter Kakuharu Dejima, and photographer Tarumi Wataru were on the side.

The maid came and asked for the drink they wanted, and then brought it up.

Waiting for the maid to leave, the chatterbox was reopened, and Zhukou Yigui and Maori chatted casually, Maori answered fluently, and seemed to know Zhukou Yigui very well.

This is Mori who has done some homework before, and has read the information that Yamazaki and Hondo Eiyu have compiled from the Internet.

"Click. The portable tape recorder stopped suddenly, interrupting the conversation with a sudden noise.

"Ah, sorry, sorry. Reporter Kakuji Dejima hurriedly explained, "I didn't expect the two of them to look like they hated to see each other late, so I didn't prepare such a long belt." ”

Zhukou Yigui smiled: "It's okay, it's okay, it's just a casual chat." ”

Maori digressed, "Speaking of which, you're still using a tape recorder." ”

Reporter Kakuji Dejima said while changing the tape, "Yes, it's basically digital recording now, but I'm not a person who can't feel at ease if I don't see the tape turning." ”

"And digital things, if they fail, sometimes it's hard to recover, and this thing, the tape is recorded wherever it is. ”

"That's just as well. Maori nodded.

The photographer sighed: "Actually, I am the same, my friends who take pictures use digital cameras, but I can't let go of this anyway, I have long been used to the old-fashioned mechanical camera." ”

"It's a bit inconvenient not to be able to confirm the results right away, but it's more realistic than ever. ”

"I feel like a tech guy. Maori laughed.

"Yes, that's it," the photographer said with a smile, "and with that kind of camera, even a fool can take good pictures." ”

"That's why it's a point-and-shoot camera. Reporter Kakuji Dejima said with a smile.

The three of them laughed, but the novelist Zhukou Yigui didn't think it was funny, and laughed reluctantly.

The editor of Qingrong said: "Okay, okay, I'm sorry to interrupt the discussion you are so involved in, but Mr. Zhukou is now serializing the work, and the deadline is approaching, so let's talk about what we need to do first." ”

Zhukou Yigui smiled: "Ah, don't be so rigid, Miss Qingrong, my formal conversation with the Maori detective is tomorrow morning, and it's okay tonight, I'll cook a few more good dishes later, and we'll have a drink." ”

"That's so much appreciated. Maori smiled brightly, but if you looked closely, it was actually a bit odd, probably in the stomach.

Yamazaki and Eiyu Hondo looked at each other and smiled bitterly, it was already dinner time, and the old gentleman didn't seem to be ready yet, so it seemed that he was planning to eat dinner and supper together.

It was rumored on the Internet that this guy was a little stingy, even harsh, which led to the suicide of the former editor.

Qingrong editor said: "Then before getting drunk, let's get the content to be discussed tomorrow morning right, so that we won't delay the time for the official interview, and the time will be very tight at that time." ”

Reporter Kakuji Dejima said with a smile: "Ah, tomorrow morning under the rising sun, under the rising sun, mystery novelist Mashiki Moroguchi and detective Mori Kogoro discuss the new dawn of reasoning. ”

The photographer praised: "Well, just by imagining, you can feel the beautiful picture." ”

Maori couldn't close his mouth with a smile, "When the time comes, I'll have to ask the two of you." ”

Zhukou Yigui asked, "By the way, this news has been released, right?"

Reporter Kakuji Dejima showed the magazine "Literary Times", "That's right, it's already in the preview of this new issue, please take a look." ”

On the page is a bunch of teaser boards, with the news of Zhukou Yigui and Maori in the middle part, a good position, and there is a conspicuous black background and white text picture prompt, which is very eye-catching.

Editor Qingrong took over and looked at it, and then presented it to Zhukou Yigui, "It has indeed done a lot of publicity, please take a look." ”

Zhukou Yigui took it with a smile, but after only one glance, his face was wrong, "Miss Qingrong, is there a ruler?"

"If it's a tape measure, I'll carry it with me. Editor Hakuei presented a tape measure.

Zhukou Yigui took it and measured the pages, and suddenly became a little gritted and looked at the editor of Qingrong, "It's the same as I thought." ”

"Huh?" Harui was puzzled.

Zhukou Yigui shouted hysterically: "Why is my name one millimeter smaller than other authors, are you playing me!"

Maori and Hondo Eiyu are both speechless, and the information says that this guy is a little neurotic, and it's really good.

Yamazaki can understand the mood of the mouth, the size on this represents status, which is not compromised.

Qingrong editor hurriedly said: "This, this size should be easy to typeset." ”

"In that case, it would be nice to reduce the names of other writers." ”

"It's useless!"

Zhukou Yigui threw the magazine on the head of the editor of Qingrong, who didn't care about fixing his hair, bowed down and apologized: "I'm so sorry, it won't happen again in the future." ”

"Nonsense!" said Moguchi Yigui angrily, "really, the editor Akiba before you was very good. ”

The editor Qiuchang is the one spread on the Internet.,The editor who was forced to commit suicide by the harshness of Zhukou Yigui.。

At the mention of him, editor Haruei, reporter Kakuharu Dejima, and photographer were dying, and the faces of the three of them became ugly.

Obviously, doing things under the bad-tempered guy of Zhukou Yigui is not very pleasant, and he is full of resentment.

"Whatever I ask for, he will help me achieve it, what an excellent editor, from the collection of information photos to the collection of professional knowledge about the modus operandi, he has done his best for me, and worked hard until the end of his life." ”

The faces of the three of Haruei, editor Haru Eijima, reporter Kakuharu Idejima, and photographer Tarumi Wataru became even more ugly, as black as the bottom of a pot.

Maori helped divert the topic, "I heard that the editor of the autumn field committed suicide at home this spring?"

"yes, a locked secret room, a great mystery novel theme. Zhukou Yigui said gloomily, "Actually, I wanted to adapt his story into a novel, but I was stopped by Miss Harue. ”

The editor of Qingrong said eagerly: "Of course, his death has spread all over the publishing world, and if such a novel is published, it will definitely be hyped." ”

"Hype is hype after all, not a fact," Zhukou Yigui looked forward to it, "and I think this is a thank you to the autumn editors who have always supported me, don't you think that such publicity will sell well?"

The editor blurted out, "Don't you know which is more important than your reputation?"

Zhukou Yigui's face sank, and he snorted coldly, without talking.

Qingrong editor hurriedly apologized: "Ah, I'm sorry, my words are a bit excessive, but I'm also for you." ”

"Ah, I think I've run out of refills. The reporter Kakuji Ideshima's mechanical pencil couldn't be pressed, so he helped to solve the siege.

"Just use my pen," said Moguchi with his stationery box, "but my favorite wooden pencil is outdated." ”

"Then you're welcome. Reporter Kakuji Dejima said.

"Alright, let's decide what to do tomorrow. Editor Qingrong changed the topic and finally got back to business.

Next, we talked for another half an hour, and finally got the content of tomorrow morning's conversation.

Zhukou Yigui went to cook, taking his diamond-encrusted ring with him.

Yamazaki was also speechless, and thought with some malice, if he accidentally mixed the diamond into the dish, and then some unlucky guy ate it in his stomach, then, after it was discharged, would he still want it?......

Half past seven in the evening, courtyard.

Yamazaki knew that Mei Daiko would call at Mei Dai Restaurant during the halftime break, so he took the first step to hang out in the courtyard.

Sure enough, the phone rang shortly after, and it was Mei Daizi.

Yamazaki chatted with Midaiko for a while, amused by the way, and told her about not having dinner, which really made Midaiko laugh.

When the call ended, Yamazaki met the reporter Kakuji Dejima, who was looking at the window of a room and was so engrossed that Yamazaki didn't even notice when he walked up to him.

Yamazaki didn't want to disturb him, but he sensed danger from him and stayed.

Yamazaki took a closer look and saw that the room was the master bedroom on the first floor, which was the residence of the novelist Mashiki Moruguchi.

Yamazaki understood, and now he was thinking about how to kill the novelist Moruguchi Yigui.

The novelist Moguchi Yoshiki does have some evil virtues, and it is normal for the reporter to want to kill Moguchi Yoshiki when he leaves the island.

And it's not just Kakuji Dejima, but also the photographer who helps Zhukou Yigui and Haruei edit, so he doesn't want to kill Zhukou Yigui.

At this time, the reporter came back to his senses and found someone next to him, and he was immediately startled.

Yamazaki said, "I'm sorry to scare you. ”

"Nothing. Reporter Kakuji Dejima smiled bitterly, "It's an instinctive, knee-jerk reaction to the sudden appearance of a person around me." ”

"No need to explain," Yamazaki asked directly, "Have you figured out how to kill Mr. Moguchi?"

"Huh?" the reporter Kakuji Ideshima was startled again.

"This must be a reaction to doing something wrong, right?" Yamazaki smiled, "What do you think about making a secret room like the Akiba editor?"

"Speaking of which, the secret room is very simple, as long as the process is simple, the simpler the better. ”

"For example, give him a cup of poison, and when he dies, put the empty poison bottle on the table, and then disguise the scene as a suicide. ”

"Then clean up all traces of the scene, exit, lock the door, throw the key in from the outside, and you can clap your hands and leave. ”

"The next thing is to watch the show, wait for the police to question, as long as you are not stupid enough to go home, you can get by. ”

In the end, although no one believed that he would commit suicide, there were many similar cases of suicide that could not have been committed to suicide. ”

"Our country is a suicidal country, who cares if there is more than him. ”

Reporter Kakuji Dejima swallowed dryly, "You, you're really joking." Then he saluted and left.

Yamazaki continued to jokingly say to him, "Don't go yet, you haven't said how to kill yet." ”

The reporter Kakuji Dejima walked faster, and Yamazaki couldn't help but pull out a big smile, which probably scared him a lot. ……