Liu Tao pricked up his ears to listen, but he couldn't hear clearly, and he was in a hurry.

When she hung up the phone, Liu Tao hurriedly asked, "New, what do you mean?" What about this reasoning? ”

Sister Chen told him not to worry, "Said that the reasoning book was finished." ”

Liu Tao was surprised, "So fast!" ”

He just came to see the progress, at most he looked at the beginning to relieve his hunger, and he didn't think that it was done all at once, the donkey of the production team, right?

It doesn't affect the quality because of the speed, right?

But in any case, you have to see it to know whether the quality is good or bad, and if the quality is poor, it's a big deal to polish it.

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

Sister Chen nodded, "There is also good news." ”

"What?"

"He's writing another book of reasoning."

Liu Tao doesn't know what to say, this is not the donkey of the production team, this is the social animal on the assembly line.

He asked Sister Chen if there was any economic crisis in the Big Demon King Company.

"What do you think?"

Sister Chen said that the new album of the Great Demon King is very popular now.

"Mr. Anonymous" has squeezed into the top ten of the overseas hot list by taking advantage of the east wind of anonymous broken films, what crisis can there be.

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

Liu Tao: "Is this still addictive?" ”

"Yes."

Sister Chen looked at him, "Aren't you the one?" ”

Liu Tao was speechless.

Sister Chen asked him to go to the company together.

Liu Tao's mind was still stuck in just now: "Don't wait for them to come? ”

Sister Chen: "Qingning accompanied his husband to find inspiration, but he didn't come today." ”

Liu Tao stopped, then he had no reason to go up.

Sister Chen said: "Sign the contract." ”

Li Qingning reminded me just now.

Liu Tao woke up: "Oh, yes! ”

He was so shocked that he forgot to finish the new book. Of course, there are also reasons why the other party wrote too hastily, so that he naturally lowered his expectations in his heart, and did not have the expectation of tossing and turning in bed and sleeping by exercise.

Just because there was a little less expectation in his heart, Liu Tao was drawing up a contract with Sister Chen, signing it, and after returning home, he was busy with some things at the homestay before checking the mailbox, and then found that the manuscript was sent to his mailbox a few hours ago.

He let the printer print and went out to get a bottle of beer himself. On the way, he met a guest at the B&B, chatted for a while, and then walked in with a beer, and then Liu Tao found that he had forgotten to put down the printer baffle.

Manuscript paper was scattered all over the place.

"Holy!" Liu Tao hurriedly put down the beer and picked it up.

Although he lowered his expectations, it did not mean that he had no expectations.

He didn't hurry up to see it, in fact, there was a reason why he was afraid of his own disappointment, because he really had high hopes for Poirot.

As a domestic editor, even if this Poirot is a little old man from Belgium, but he is from the hands of Chinese people, Liu Tao certainly hopes that he can stand, and when he brags to foreign countries in the future, he will say that Poirot, the detective, is theirs.

Therefore, his current hesitation and procrastination does not mean that he has neglected this draft.

He hurried to pick it up.

And then—

He saw at a glance that a man named John had been arrested, and "I" saw a calm smugness in Poirot's eyes!

Depend on!

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

No way!

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

This reveals the finale!

It is undoubtedly a disaster for a reader who likes to reason, and it just so happens that he is still an editor and cannot help but read it.

"What's wrong?"

His wife walked in, and when she saw the manuscript paper scattered all over the place, she probably understood.

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

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

Liu Tao took the manuscript paper and looked a little lower.

"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 lowered his expectations a lot.

John popped out in the first chapter, he was "my" friend, the eldest son of the rich woman of Styles Manor, Liu Tao looked at him and saw the murderer, the whole person was like a frosted eggplant, and he looked listlessly.

And then—

He was surprised to find that after his expectations were lowered, the quality of the book was unexpectedly good. Compared to "Murder Eucalyptus on the Orient Express", it may not be so prominent, but it is really a very enjoyable mystery story in terms of reasoning. Set on a country estate, it is a quiet and harmonious place on the surface, but in reality, there is intrigue between people and hidden motives for crimes.

The author uses these people with different criminal motives, and uses complex suspense layouts to make readers feel as if they have fallen into a maze, if Liu Tao didn't know that his eldest son was the murderer, he would really be addicted to it.

"Uncle!"

Liu Tao hated to slap his hand, making your hands cheap, and making you forget to put the baffleboard!

What a wonderful reasoning process!

Let him do it all.

Then, he watched his little husband being arrested, thinking that he had caught the wrong one, and his eldest son was the murderer. Wait until Poirot finds his alibi. Liu Tao looked like he knew this again, and he felt that even if he didn't know the finale, he felt that this little husband was not a murderer, how could a murderer be arrested at the beginning, and this little husband was the first object of suspicion in many people's books.

It's that simple.

Then, he saw the doctor arrested, his face expressionless -

Soon, he saw John arrested, "The murderer is him." ”

Liu Tao sighed, this book is almost finished-

Ay?

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

Liu Tao wondered, is there any twists and turns behind?

His wife called him for dinner.

Liu Tao answered and continued to read-

"I'll go!"

He slapped his thigh, this murderer was really a little husband, blushing, and he just said that it was definitely not him.

This setting is absolutely amazing!

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

They're still a couple!

And the Poirot he saw was calm, and he dared to love in order to reconcile the eldest son and his wife, a couple who liked each other but didn't know about it.

"This Nima—"

Liu Tao didn't expect that obsessive-compulsive disorder turned out to be the key to breaking this eucalyptus, this is really from the appearance of Poirot to shape this clue, and the clue is buried boldly without traces, this alone is worth a cowhide!

It's the first time he's seen a detective's personal habits to do the key points to break the game!

Amazing!

Jiang Yang deserves to be Jiang Yang.

Of course, this one is still flawed.

And a lot.

Readers want to reason and understand the drug, and they need to know the local laws.

And then there's the murderer's letter—

Liu Tao shook his head and sighed lightly.

It's full of spirituality here, it's just that it's written too fast, it's not polished well, obsessive-compulsive disorder is such an amazing breaking point, but because the letter I found is too far-fetched, this book has changed from amazing to mediocre,

It's a lot worse than "Murder on the Orient Express".

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

Pity.

It's a shame.

Liu Tao's sorry heart.

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

He took it out.

Then, Liu Tao found that this was the last one in this book.

But it's not the end, but the beginning of one: a doctor named Shepard slowly closed "The Strange Eucalyptus of Stiles Manor", and the shortcomings of the complaint were exactly the same as Liu Tao's complaints, saying that Poirot became famous by using the murderer's stupid eucalyptus. Next, he will record in detail a eucalyptus that he is investigating with Poirot, and restore a real Poirot.

"Maybe it's going to be a bad example for him?"