Li Qingning: "Who do you look down on?"

She asked Jiang Yang to write.

Jiang Yang: "What if you can't guess?"

Li Qingning thought for a moment, "What are you going to do?"

When they arrived at the car, Li Qingning took out the key to unlock the car, opened the door and got into the car.

Jiang Yang thought about it on the side of the road, then opened the car door and got in, "Black silk! Black silk! Black silk!"

"Virtue."

Li Qingning fastened his seat belt, and then saw that Jiang Yang's eyes were already on his legs.

She's still wearing jeans.

"Fasten your seatbelts."

She reminded and drove on the road, "You wouldn't deliberately fail to write key evidence, would you?"

Jiang Yang thought about it.

The book "The Strange Case of Styles Manor" may be because of Grandma's early works, the relationship between the characters is complicated, the case is complicated, and various suspects and clues are arranged to mislead readers. Then, the most lethal evidence is the last letter that appears.

That's hard.

So Jiang Yang thought for a while, "In this way, if you can guess where the most direct evidence is, you will win."

It's a lot simpler, and a lot fairer.

Li Qingning agreed, as for what she would let Jiang Yang do after she won, she didn't think about it for the time being.

Jiang Yang was alert: "I don't want to wear black silk!"

Li Qingning gave him a roll of his eyes.

After returning home, Jiang Yang fought hard for the black silk and threw himself into the transportation with almost fanatical enthusiasm.

Li Qingning sat on the sofa, looked for an episode of a reasoning TV series to watch, tried to find inspiration, and then went to practice musical instruments.

Jiang Yang did not start writing for the time being.

The book "The Strange Case of Stiles Manor" was 100,000 words, and he only remembered a few fragments.

Jiang Yang chose to use a miniature model to restore the scene first, because a lot of evidence is in the room, and the old lady's room of the deceased is very special, there is a door, and there are two doors to the room of the little husband (just married) and the room of the sister (the daughter of a friend).

Jiang Yang quickly built a rough miniature model of this room.

And then—

I went to sleep.

Morning.

Jiang Yang got up early in the morning again.

Li Qingning heard him get up and didn't open his eyes.

Then she let the tide of sleep drown in.

By the time Li Qingning woke up from the exhaustion on his body, it was already past nine o'clock. She stretched comfortably, got up and changed the sheets, made breakfast again, and then found Jiang Yang in the study and asked him to have breakfast.

After breakfast, Jiang Yang followed Li Qingning to the company.

When Sister Chen pushed the door into the office, Jiang Yang was on the other side of the desk, playing with miniatures and writing things.

Sister Chen asked Li Qingning, "What inspiration is this?"

Li Qingning handed the dried fruit in his hand to Sister Chen, took the document and signed, "I'm writing reasoning."

Sister Chen, who had just tasted a pine nut, stopped, "What reasoning?"

Li Qingning glanced at it just now, "There's Poirot."

Now Sister Chen didn't have the heart to eat, so she put down the pine nuts directly, she was just about to speak, for fear of disturbing Jiang Yang, and lowered her voice: "Is this really a series?"

She thought that a Poirot would just appear out of thin air, and she would write "Murder on the Orient Express" and it would be gone. ….

To be honest, she liked the old man with a small beard.

Unlike Sherlock Holmes, this little old man is approachable, especially the last two choices on the Orient Express, although there is a lot of controversy, but it also adds a lot of personality charm to the little old man.

Li Qingning asked her to speak normally.

She knows that her husband, as long as she doesn't interrupt his train of thought, the people next to her will be fine if they chat normally, and even like it a little, she feels very comfortable and down-to-earth, but if she is too quiet, she will not be steady.

Sister Chen moved a chair and sat over: "How is the writing?"

Li Qingning

After thinking about it, I feel that the beginning of this book is very similar to the beginning of Sherlock Holmes, there is also a friend and partner, this partner is also a soldier, just retired from the battlefield, and the book is also recorded with this friend, that is, "I".

"Huh?"

Sister Chen couldn't say whether it was good or bad for a while, but she felt that she might have to let others say it.

Grandma's pioneering work is indeed so.

The relationship between Hastings and Poirot is indeed compared to Watson and Holmes, that is, the "I" in this book, and the "I" is a bit bad in the book, even though the eldest son of the manor invited "me" to be a guest, I was thinking about the eldest son's daughter-in-law.

It's weird.

When Jiang Yang wrote, he tried to minimize the description of this aspect, for example, Hastings just met his friend's daughter-in-law, and he was glad in his heart that he accepted his friend's invitation, and a Cao thief jumped on the page.

Other than that.

In this book, Stinin appears for the first time, but definitely not the last in Poirot. Jiang Yang remembered that the strychnine in the Baltic world was about equal to the potassium cyanide in the Conan world.

After chatting for a while, Sister Chen's attention shifted to Li Qingning, and asked her what cosmetics she used recently, or what yoga she did, the clothes were still the same, still very handsome, but a little more feminine, "I'm ten years younger, and I'm going to chase you if I bend."

It's so tempting.

Jiang Yang raised his head, "What!"

Sister Chen glanced at Li Qingning.

They have been chatting for so long, Jiang Yang has been busy with all his attention, how did he hear it this time?

"My little vinegar jar is not empty."

Li Qingning was proud.

Sister Chen showed an expression of disgust for dog food, she stood up, "When the manuscript is written, remember to let me see it."

She went to get busy.

After closing the door and walking to the office, Sister Chen posted a message in the group, "Lao Liu, have a treat."

Liu Tao replied after a while: "Why am I having a treat?"

Xu Guangzheng: "If you ask for it, you will ask."

Bearded: "Lao Liu, your Orient Express No. 1 should be ready, right?"

Mr. Orange: "Yo, this is the essence of Lao Liu's lifelong knowledge of winemaking, and he has used all the advanced equipment and raw materials."

Liu Tao: "It's not much, I'll keep it for myself."

Sister Chen: "Give me two more bottles, and I'll tell you good news."

Liu Tao: "What's the good news?"

Bearded: "Jiang Yang won't open a new book, it's reasoning, right?"

Sister Chen posted a "great" expression, the bearded man is the old fox in their group, and he is also the oldest, but as a fairy tale writer, he is sometimes the most childlike one.

"I'll go!"

Liu Tao directly sent a voice in the group, "True or false, what kind of reasoning?"

Before Sister Chen could reply, a few more voices popped up, asking her if she had finished writing, whether the detective was Poirot or something, it seemed that Sister Chen was not the only one who was worried about Poirot's little old man.

"Wait, I'm still writing."

Sister Chen said.

Liu Tao: "Then Sister Chen, you're too uninteresting, what did you tell me so early, doesn't it make me suffer? I will not be able to live like a year after that."

Sister Chen: ......

Sister Chen: Yes, yes, I'll tell you next time it's published.

Liu Tao: Life is like a good year, which prolongs the lifespan.

He also sent a photo that he was already packing wine, planning to give it to Sister Chen, and asked them to drink at the B&B at noon today.

"I'll cook you a few good dishes, Sister Chen must come."

Bearded: "That's a blessing to Jiang Yang."

Sister Chen knew that this was the drunkard's intention not to drink, but to inquire about the news of the book.

Liu Tao has been looking forward to the new book in the Poirot series for a long time.

Just listen to the name of the beer he brews, the Orient Express No. 1, which is his most proud craft brew, in the group

They have been boasting for a long time, and they have been looking forward to it for a long time, and this time they can finally drink it.

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Cheng Yanqiu