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When he first walked through the door, he was exactly like James Lance in Madison's story - young, handsome, strong, but with the attitude that the whole world owed him money.

"Tea, coffee, alcohol, or fresh juice?" I asked him about his choice of drinks, but I didn't really have any options in my kitchen, a lonely old woman whose only family member was a cat, and I didn't have much of a life mood.

"Bottled water. He was crisp, "sealed." ”

I felt alarmed, and his eyes were fixed on me, probably because of his profession...... Hehe, laughing aside, everyone should know why this Barton star detective showed up at the home of one of my old women - my dear friend, Madison, gave me a 'magical' ability. And this detective, believed.

It's not fair.

Handed the young detective a bottle of water, and I sat down across from him—the seat I don't usually sit in, and this is the biscuit seat.

Now the biscuit is expressing its dissatisfaction, moving back and forth on the upper end of the backrest, meowing and meowing.

"Be quiet, Biscuits~ This is not a stranger~ This is Detective Reims, the second most important character in Madison's book~" I looked at the young detective, hoping to see in his eyes something other than 'the world owes me money', "Hehe, sorry, no offense, Madison's main character is his boss, Zachary Grande." ”

"Don't be sorry. The young detective unscrewed the cap of the bottle and hid his expression as he tilted his head to drink. I think my goal has been achieved, at least, it's an expression that needs to be covered, isn't it~ He put down the water bottle and stared at the black cat that was still roaming back and forth behind my head, "Madison's manuscript, you've read it all, it's good, then I won't mess up with you." His gaze locked on me, sharp and fearless, "I need you to write something!"

The biscuit's front paws were on my shoulders, and I took it into my arms, "That's not fair." ”

"Meow~"

"What?" the young detective didn't seem to understand what I meant.

"Do you believe anything in Madison's book?" my fingers scratched at the cookie's favorite spot—the back of my left cheek, a small place between my fingers below my ear~ Remember, it's not the right cheek, it's the left cheek. If you are an old woman with only cats, you will be as proud as I am of knowing exactly this kind of thing, because it is the only thing that life has to offer you to be proud of.

"What?" the young detective didn't seem to understand my question either.

I gave him a helpless smile, "Do you believe the stories Madison wrote, that I was a man who could manipulate reality?"

"I don't need to believe the stories Madison wrote, I'm in those stories!"

I'm nodding my head because, "I'm in those stories, too." And in those stories, unlike you, you are a character who at least implements the justice that he believes in from beginning to end. I'm a person who caters to the teachings of a caustic writing teacher who murders innocents (Wales), abets crime (Allen), and destroys love (Kate and James). I looked at the young detective in front of me, "Mr. Detective in the story, do you realize? In Madison's story, it's me who ruined your love with Kate." ”

Something was twinkling in the young detective's eyes, and the biscuit was already standing on my lap. Hehe, I'm grateful for Cookie's move, but I gently pressed this little cutie~ I made the mistake of talking to my cat in front of others, "Don't move~ My little cookie~ In Madison's story, you are already a 'big devil' who can travel through the world (the black cat once saved the soul messenger and Lip in the dream world), can banish demons (expelled Leon), and eliminate the time loop~ Don't give this detective a chance to misunderstand us~"

"Meow~"

The young detective picked up the water bottle again.

I picked up the cookies and walked to the kitchen to get a new bottle for the detective, "So Mr. Detective, tell me, if you decide to believe the story Madison wrote because that's the facts you experienced, then, don't I have the right to refuse to believe those because they're not facts?"

It wasn't until I was back in my seat that the young detective answered my question, a rhetorical question in a voice that was still a little dry even after a lot of water: "Isn't everything Madison wrote about you the truth?"

"Nope. I'm not a murderer who can write a story, and I'm not a bad taster who destroys other people's loves. Look at me, young detective, "If I am?" I didn't mean to joke, "I'm not going to write anyone's story, I'm going to write only one thing - all the cats in this world, don't shed their hair." ”

"Meow~"

"Maybe you won't scratch my sofa with one more~" The old problem is made again, please understand.

"So it's all a coincidence? It's made up by Madison's partner?We're all framing you?!" the young detective seemed a little excited, but that didn't stop him from opening the second bottle of water to keep it hydrated—

I could see the heat coming out of the collar very clearly, pushed away by the gurgling throat. Heat slowly spread around the young detective's body.

His body, especially his shoulders, seemed to bulge. Correspondingly, the bottle that was clenched by the wide palm and poured water in the air was squeezed and deformed.

I'm a little curious as to why Madison didn't describe the young detective's appearance more in his story...... The young male detective ...... It's a bit 'hot'...... Especially for an old woman like me who has been lacking in 'life' for most of my life.

But now is not the time for a lonely old woman to be obscene-young and carnal, and I rolled my eyes away, "Coincidence, fabrication? Or is it like Madison wrote, the story that was written would become a reality. I got back on my feet and walked to the bedroom. I took out a few manuscripts full of tooth marks from my bedroom and returned to the detective, "Yesterday at dinner time, I didn't know where I got this from my biscuits. ”

The young detective seemed to stiffen, "I saw this happen! Your cat tore up Madison's manuscript and took these few with him!"

I didn't speak, looked at the young detective, and picked up my biscuits, my poor biscuits, yesterday actually missed dinner because of this.

The young detective twitched in his seat, "You mean to say that Madison made your cat do these things?!for what?

"It can't be me, can't it. I continued to scratch at my favorite spot for cookies. I'm thinking about making a joke now, "Have you ever seen a chapter written by Madison where he tried to defy my voice? I tore up his manuscript and yelled 'Don't do this', that picture is weird, right~"

The young detective seemed to grasp something, "Did you hear Madison's voice?

I laughed, I liked the young detective, "Out of thin air? But he asked me to write the story of your girlfriend Kate and Allen's funeral home, and I thought we were friends, and I took all the relationships and materials he gave me, and wrote it willingly. "My laugh, a little sad, and I'm not ashamed to show it.

I picked up the biscuits, and the old mistake was made, "Oh ~ poor little guy ~ I don't know which of us is more pitiful ~ Willingly walked into the trap, or was forced to only 'meow' you~"

"Meow~"

The young detective stood up, and I thought he had understood, "Farewell!"

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