Routinely.

Jiang Yang's new book is going to be read by his wife.

But—

This time it won't be long.

Because after chasing a few episodes of the new drama, Li Qingning felt bored, and then, when she washed some strawberries and fed them to Jiang Yang, she saw that Jiang Yang's new writing was quite interesting, so she took the tablet, shared the document with Jiang Yang, sat next to Jiang Yang, and put her legs on Jiang Yang's legs.

Not to mention.

The speed of my own printer is quite fast.

Of course.

If it weren't for the fact that I like to touch her leg when typing, the speed would have been faster.

It was also because of this benefit that Jiang Yang was patient enough to finish writing it quickly.

So—

After the book was copied, Jiang Yang typed a line on the title page: "Dedicated to my wife, thank you for her company throughout the process." ”

And that's the end of the book.

Otherwise, with this leg, he could write for another hundred years.

After Li Qingning checked the typos, he asked Jiang Yang to send it to Liu Tao.

Liu Tao is still in the Buddhist department these days.

But—

He has been killed many times, and Ding Lu, who was encouraged by him last time and was determined to rub the trough of Jiangyang, came with a newly revised manuscript again.

This is already the revised draft after she was killed three times after she was beaten with chicken blood.

So.

In view of Ding Lu's indomitable spirit, Liu Tao had to restrain his Buddhism and sit with Ding Lu in the glass room on the square roof, drinking tea in the sun while carefully discussing the manuscript with her.

"Your question with this draft—"

Liu Tao paused and found a suitable word: "It's too messy, there are too many story lines, and it's also a little old-fashioned, and the tricks of the key murderer can't support so many story lines...... You are Jiang Yang's sequelae. ”

Ding Lu: ......

What is this disease?

"That's what I summed up on my own."

Liu Tao poured himself a cup of tea and explained slowly. As a senior editor in the industry, he got up like this: "I have received a lot of manuscripts in the past six months, most of which are imitating Jiang Yang. ”

There is also a division between reasoning and reasoning.

The worst is to cover everything; Slightly better is the sound of the east and west, similar to the principle of magic; And the best technique is to put all the clues in front of the reader, or even give the reader too many clues, so that the reader is lost in the clues.

Jiang Yang's usual method is the last one.

Ding Lu's new book manuscript has so many characters and story lines that he wants to do the same.

But this thing-

Liu Tao: "It's really not something that ordinary people can control. ”

At this moment, Liu Tao's mobile phone rang.

He glanced at it, it was a reminder from his mailbox, a familiar email nickname:

If you don't marry Li Yu, you don't sleep.

Before Liu Tao's visual signal reached his head, he sat up from the stool with a pout, and then understood: "Wori, it's time for the manuscript again." ”

Recently.

He just received "Murder on the Broken Mirror", and then the draft came.

High yield like a sow.

This is going to let Mr. Orange, who urged Sister Chen's house to know, what should he think!

And so—

Liu Tao took a screenshot of the incoming reminder from the mailbox and sent it to the group.

Mr. Orange was peeling oranges, reviewing, after seeing the news, the oranges in his hand involuntarily pinched out the orange juice, Mr. Orange simply took out his mobile phone to take a tragic photo of the orange, sent it to the group, and threatened Liu Tao to be proud of this fate again.

But.

Liu Tao ran away after flirting, and he couldn't take care of him anymore.

He took the notebook and opened the mailbox—

Ding Lu came over: "The old thief's draft? ”

Ding Lu has never seen Liu Tao's manuscript other than the old thief, and has had a spring-like reaction on his buttocks.

"Yes."

Liu Tao opened the manuscript and muttered: "Murder on the Nile." ”

Ding Lu: "I guess the murderer is definitely not the Nile. ”

Liu tao:......

And then—

Then they saw the sentence on the title page.

Liu Tao now knows why this manuscript came so quickly, obediently, the big demon king supervised the scene, urged the update on the spot, the big demon king is mighty, "I will be a die-hard fan of the big demon king in the future, who dares to hack the big demon king, I will hack his ancestors for eight generations!" ”

And then—

Liu Tao asked Ding Lu: "Are you a fan of the Great Demon King?" ”

Ding Lu: "I'm a fan of Tianwang!" ”

Liu Tao asked her not to come forward, "Change your manuscript, you are not qualified to read the manuscript in advance." ”

Ding Lu: "I can also be a fan of the Great Demon King." ”

She pushed and paid attention to Li Yu, starting from being a passer-by.

"Okay."

Liu Tao was not afraid that Ding Lu would read the manuscript in advance and plagiarize.

It's not looking for death.

But—

Before reading the text, Liu Tao took out his mobile phone and sent a screenshot of this section of the big demon king's urging to the group.

Mr. Orange was already deflated, so he took another orange and peeled it to eat.

Result –

He looked at the group again—

The little white face then saw that Mr. Orange's orange had been pinched and popped again.

The little white face took the cup and went over: "Boss, have you washed your hands cleanly, if you wash them clean, your juicer is good." ”

Mr. Orange: ......

Liu Tao found Jiang Yang's book very strange.

Its story is fluid.

It's in the first chapter.

just wrote that his girlfriend came to a rich woman to introduce a job to her boyfriend, and just when Liu Tao felt that the crime was about to start, it was rumored in a blink of an eye that the rich woman was going to marry her best friend's boyfriend, and then around the marriage of the two and going to Egypt for a vacation, he wrote a few pieces of life of supporting characters in a few subsections.

Because of the change in the flow of time, although there are many characters in this chapter, it reads very smoothly.

Key –

Liu Tao exclaimed: "Look at what the old thief wrote—"

Ding Lu followed: "Cowhide!" ”

There are so many characters in one chapter, just looking at the name, it's hard to tell who is who, but as soon as you speak, as soon as you do things, you know who it is, "The characters have logic, this is the biggest difference between you and Jiang Yang." ”

Ding Lu nodded perfunctorily: "You quickly turn back." ”

"What's the hurry?"

Liu Tao asked her to learn more, and this chapter alone is already a textbook-level classic reasoning, which is worth reading.

Ding Lu thinks so.

She should now have a humble and studious heart, instead of looking at the back in a hurry.

"Then I'll take a look."

She went to grab the mouse, intending to read the first chapter from the beginning again.

"Forget it."

Liu Tao took the mouse, "Let's take a look below." ”

He couldn't wait.

And then—

They saw a cliché love triangle, coupled with a group of people with evil intentions, all kinds of beings on the Nile.

There just wasn't a murder.

It's more than a hundred pages, a third of the book, and no one has died.

If it weren't for Poirot, Liu Tao and Ding Lu almost thought that Jiang Yang had sent the wrong draft.

Even so—

The two also watched it with relish.

For Ding Lu.

Although the love triangle is rotten, it also means that this cliché story has a strong vitality.

Otherwise, the current TV series will not evolve to the big heroine, and it is indispensable for the heroine to get married at the beginning of the urban drama, and nine times out of ten it is necessary to face her husband's cheating, and then, the heroine will continue to improve herself, relying on other men to be beautiful, and finally looking at her husband, she will send a sentence to the current sister, you can't afford such a plot.

The cliché story is a matter of who writes it.

And—

Jiang Yang's excellent storytelling skills, under the framework of reasoning, under the premise that there will inevitably be murders and someone will die, just write this triangle relationship very tightly, bringing a very unconventional tension and fun.

Right now.

Ding Lu was looking forward to the death of the rich woman, who snatched her boyfriend.

Of course.

It's best for the scumbag to follow and die.

Even—

Ding Lu is looking forward to her best friend's start, so that Poirot can't find out.

(End of chapter)