"They scolded my movie for being a once-in-a-lifetime bad movie!"

"Not only scolded me for this work, but even last year's movie was turned out and scolded by those bastards!!"

"They said that my work last year was so bad that I didn't bother to look at it at all, like a piece of on the lawn. But this year's movie is so rotten that it's like that is on the sheets......"

"Not only was I scolded, but even Kono was called the most unpromising newcomer in the world by those tricky film critics...... I'm sorry for her, but she doesn't blame me......"

"Those bastard film critics ruined my ......"

Ohno Nagaharu sobbed and drank as he spoke, then suddenly slammed the bottle on the table: "Fucking dreams!" ”

He glared at Kei Fujiwara and said, "I finally understand now, dreams are mental cancers that harm others and ourselves, and if I hadn't insisted on being a director, I would have lived a happy life like I have now, and that kid in Kono would have got a stable job at the news station...... I advise you to give up sooner ...... too."

"I'm fucking harming others and myself!"

In the middle of speaking, his face began to look wrong, and Fujiwara Kei quickly picked him up and dragged him out of the store.

As soon as he walked out of the store, Nagaharu Ohno vomited "in a hurry", and then he became unclear.

Fujiwara Kei looked at Nagaharu Ohno helplessly, asked the boss to take care of him first, and then found a toll phone booth to call Mr. Koshi Ohno.

Half an hour later, a little old man came in a car, thanked Kei Fujiwara, and then pulled Nagaharu Ohno away.

The next day, Nagaharu Ohno did not come to the bookstore, and it was estimated that he was recuperating at home.

A new batch of books came from the library, and Kei Fujiwara counted the list and picked out a few from the pile.

A few days ago, a customer ordered a batch of books, and at that time, there were a few books that were not available in the bookstore's inventory because they were uncommon, so Kei Fujiwara called directly from Gunma's library and transferred them, and today it finally arrived.

Fujiwara Kei called the past, but now private phones are not popular, and most of the ordinary people use pagers, and they can't communicate in time, so they are all transferred from the pager, and then the pager finds an opportunity to call back.

Kei Fujiwara hung up the phone, and after a while, the phone rang again.

"Hey, hello, Ohno Shoten."

"Hello, this is the Itagaki family."

"Hello, Mr. Itagaki, you just ordered a book at our store not long ago, and now it has arrived, can you receive it around 7 o'clock in the evening?"

"Yes."

"Okay, according to the address recorded earlier?"

"Yes, I'm sorry for you."

Fujiwara hung up the phone, and at about six o'clock in the evening, Fujiwara handed over the bookstore to the other clerks, wrapped the books, and went to the address reserved by the customer.

The client's home is not too far from Ueno, and in the area of Yurakucho Station, Kei Fujiwara takes the subway to get there, gets off the train, and walks into the client's apartment.

After ringing the doorbell, Mr. Itagaki opened the door.

Kei Fujiwara took out the book from his schoolbag and handed it to the other party: "You take an inventory and check it to see if there is any damage." ”

"Okay, excuse me, please come in. I'll settle the balance to you. ”

Fujiwara Kei walked in, the room was very clean, there were some children's toys stacked in the corner of the living room, and many books were stacked on the coffee table, Fujiwara Kei glanced at it and found that they were all mystery or fantasy novels.

Kei Fujiwara sat on the sofa, and Mr. Itagaki checked it briefly, then stuffed the final payment in an envelope and handed it to Kei Fujiwara.

Kei Fujiwara received the final payment and was about to say goodbye, when Mr. Itagaki suddenly asked, "Little brother, may I ask, do you usually have the habit of reading novels?" ”

Kei Fujiwara nodded: "Reading novels is my personal hobby. ”

"That's great." Itagaki rubbed his palm, "Can you fill out a questionnaire for me?" ”

"Questionnaire?"

"To be honest, I work in a magazine, which is also the task of the club." Itagaki took out a form and handed it to Kei Fujiwara, "Does the little brother usually buy fiction magazines?" ”

Keikomi Fujiwara: I work at a bookstore, so I don't need to spend money to buy it. However, in this place, which attaches great importance to copyright and protects the rights and interests of authors, it is more or less shameful to prostitute in vain.

So he nodded and said, "Yes." ”

He looked down at the head of the questionnaire and found that the four big characters "Spring and Autumn Cultural Reward" were clearly printed, and he raised his head to look at Itagaki: "You work at Spring and Autumn Co., Ltd.?" ”

"Yes, I'm the editor of the Spring and Autumn Literary Awards." Itagaki handed over a pencil, "I hope you fill it out truthfully." ”

This is similar to market research, mainly to keep up with market changes in the first place, and the question is also roughly "Who is your favorite author?" Questions like "What elements do you most want to see?"

After filling it out, Fujiwara Kei handed the form to Itagaki, who took it with a smile and said, "I'm sorry for you, has the little brother bought the latest Spring and Autumn Awards?" ”

"I've seen it." Kei Fujiwara smiled, "Mr. Miyano's work is as interesting as ever, and I think 'The Past of Gu Won Bird's History' is also a good work." It's a pity ......"

"It's a pity?"

Fujiwara Kei spread his hands: "It's a pity that there is a lack of socialist works. ”

Itagaki was stunned: "Do you like social reasoning works?" ”

"That's right, in fact, to be precise, I not only like to read, but I also wrote a social work and submitted it to your society. But it's a pity that I didn't get the favor of your company. ”

"You still wrote?" Itagaki looked interested.

"Yes." Kei Fujiwara seems to smell a turning point, and one of the keys to success is not to miss any opportunity. "The manuscript is in the backpack behind me."

Itagaki smiled, understood what Fujiwara Kei meant, and did not refuse, and said, "If you don't mind, let me take a look." ”

He pulled out his manuscript from his backpack and handed it to Itagaki.

"This is the outline and the first four chapters of my manuscript."

"What's the name of the book?"

"White Night Walking."

Itagaki pulled out the manuscript from the brown paper bag, sat down on the sofa, and began to read.

The beginning of the book is the same as most of the original mystery novels, starting with a murder case.

In an unfinished building in Osaka, a man's body was found, and police officer Junzo Sasahara rushed to the scene after receiving a police report.

The deceased was stabbed several times, one of which was fatal to the chest.

The room where the deceased was located was a place similar to a secret room, the door of the room was blocked from the inside with bricks, the room had no windows, and the only thing that could lead to the outside world was a ventilation duct.

And the person who found the deceased was a boy who climbed in through this ventilation duct. This abandoned building has been in office for many years, and children often come here to play, so it is not unusual for children to climb the ventilation ducts.

After the child found the body, he went home and quickly told his parents, who then called the police.

In addition to the suspicion that the door was blocked, the medical examiner also found another suspicious place.

That is, the deceased's belt was loose by two compartments, and after a forensic autopsy, the food in the deceased's stomach had been digested for two hours.

It's not because of the stomach after the meal, but why did you untie the belt?

The police began to investigate the deceased's personal relationships before his death.

The deceased was a pawnshop owner, and at the time of the incident, the deceased's wife, children and the staff of the store were watching television, and the three of them could prove to each other.

And when Officer Sasahara questioned the deceased's wife and employees, Officer Sasahara saw a little boy, that is, Ryoji Kirihara, the son of the deceased.

Officer Sasahara's heart was shocked, because the moment he made eye contact with the child, he was frightened by the gloomy darkness in the boy's eyes.

Seeing this, Kazuhiko Itagaki's eyes lit up.

Having read hundreds of mystery novels, he immediately received the author's hint in the book, could it be that the death of the deceased was related to his son?

This is only the first chapter, is it so clear that it is given so early?

It's kind of interesting......

Itagaki and Hikoxin said, subconsciously touching the teacup, but looked up at the watch on the wall, it was not early now, if you drink tea now, don't sleep at night, so he put his hand back again.