Lao Li found a vacant seat and sat down, quietly watching the "Reading Magazine" on the bookshelf slowly decrease and be bought by customers, and his wonderful mood was as refreshing as pouring a bottle of cold beer on a dog day.

As time went by, more and more people came to the bookstore, and Lao Li gave full play to his spare heat and took the initiative to take on the role of salesman at the door.

He often visits bookstores and knows the owners and clerks of bookstores.

"Hey, this kid, what kind of books do you want to buy?"

"Oh, read the magazine, this way, this way, I'll take you there."

"This kid wants to read the magazine too, right? Just follow me. ”

"Hey, this kid, didn't you just buy three copies of Reading Magazine? How did you come back again? Do you want to bring it to a friend? ”

The guy who bought three reading magazines just now went and returned, "Uncle, no, I'm here to exchange for a few copies of "Literary Magazine", just my friend sent me a message saying that "Reading Magazine" is no longer needed, the novels on "Literary Magazine" are several times more exciting than "Reading Magazine", and they are sold at half price, half the price is cheaper." ”

Saying that, the guy crossed Lao Li, came to the bookshelf with a familiar car, put down three "Reading Magazines", and then happily took ten "Literary Magazines", several classmates in the class asked him to help bring them, including the goddess Xiaoli he had been pursuing for a long time, this is the first time Xiaoli took the initiative to talk to him, which is worth remembering.

"What? Are you sure your friend is right? Lao Li was stunned for a moment and wanted to persuade again, but the guy quickly took the book and went to check out.

Scan the code, pay, in one go, even pay the money, no matter how much it says, it won't help, Lao Li no longer does more useless work, just complains hatefully, buy ten copies so much, wait to regret it, and wipe your ass when the time comes.

When I turned my head, I saw another group of men and women at the door of the bookstore, looking at the banner.

Hey, it's business. Lao Li ran over with his hands and feet, not at all like an old man in his forties and fifties, "A few children, are you looking for a reasoning magazine?" I know where I am, I'll take you there. ”

"Okay, thank you, uncle."

"This way, this way." Li Jianzhang led the way in front of him, "Reading Magazine is placed here, how many copies do the children want?" I'll get it for you. ”

"Thank you, uncle, we don't want "Reading Magazine", do you know where "Literary Magazine" is?"

"What? Are you going to buy Literary Magazine? "It's really alive, Li Jianzhang plucked his ears with his little thumb, "What's so good about "Literary Magazine", our "Reading Magazine" is Li Jianzhang and Song Xuanming, two famous artists jointly created, the quality is absolutely high, absolutely good-looking." ”

"Li Jianzhang? Is that the monkey Lao Li? A boy said dumbfounded.

Lao Li slandered, "I@#$%, you are the monkey, your whole family is a monkey." "Lao Tzu's first name.

"No, thank you, uncle, we want the "Literary Magazine".

"Hey, I see, the Literary Magazine is down here, there's not much left." A girl looks down and finds the Literary Magazine.

"Get me a copy."

"I want a copy too."

"I'm me, I'm mine."

"And mine."

Li Jianzhang watched the rapid decline of the already small number of "Literary Magazines", and secretly cursed in his heart, it was really a hell of a life.

Rao is more than 200 IQ can't figure out what happened in one night?

How can the world change after a night's sleep?

Or are these people all actors? Filming?

"Could it be that guy has really written another masterpiece?" A terrible thought suddenly popped up in Lao Li's mind, impossible, this is absolutely impossible.

If you can write a "Knock Dong Suspension Bridge Falling", you will be lucky, how can a masterpiece be so easy to write?

And the narrative thing, the first time I saw it, I was amazing, and after I figured out the author's routine, I watched it again, and that's it.

"See?"

"Look!"

Li Jianzhang stretched out his hand, took a copy of "Literary Magazine" from the few stocks, and went to the counter to settle the bill.

On the way home, the sun was still shining, the birds were singing, the grass was still growing, everything was so beautiful, but his mood was full of gloom.

A bad premonition lingers in my heart and lingers.

"I'd like to see what you've written."

Li Jianzhang bathed and changed clothes, lit a Zen incense, and then used scissors to tear open the plastic seal.

Respect for his opponent is respect for himself, at this moment, he regards Qin Song as a real opponent, not a twenty-year-old hairy boy, and no longer despises it.

The home page is Qin Song's personal profile, Lao Li reads it word by word, a top student of Yangcheng University, and his representative works include "The Gift of the Magi", "The First Close Contact", "Dongdong Suspension Bridge Falling", "Artificial Beauty" and "Murder on the Orient Express".

Each work is of a different genre and of extremely high quality, an achievement that many authors cannot achieve in a lifetime.

From this point of view, Qin Song has surpassed many people.

When you open the magazine, the faint scent of ink wafts, mixed with Zen incense, and inhales it into your nostrils, which is pleasant.

"Let's get started." Li Jianzhang's eyes were like torches, he took a deep breath, and according to the table of contents, he directly turned to "Murder on the Orient Express".

Earlier, there is a preface written by Zheng Meihua to this novel.

Li Jianzhang didn't let it go, and after reading it, he let out a long sigh, and the ominous premonition was even stronger.

This time, it is estimated that it was really turned over and kicked the iron plate.

"For me, that's what makes this case so appealing. "All the normal procedures for solving the case have been cut off, and we can't find out whether the testimony of these people we hear is true or false — unless we figure it out ourselves." It's a workout for the brain. ”】

Isn't it heretical reasoning? Qin Song's kid actually wrote a dignified and upright Benge-style reasoning.

"A classic case of a closed room, a fair showdown, no more playing text traps." Li Jianzhang is a stubborn Benge mystery novelist, and he has written more than 50 works, all of which are traditional reasoning. He was fooled by "Knock Dong Suspension Bridge Falling", his mentality collapsed, and he could post a bombardment with a hard mouth, just because he thought that narrative reasoning was playing with words, and it could not be regarded as a real mystery novel.

If you want to completely defeat a person, you can only do what he is best at!

Take a deep breath and continue reading, he doesn't think that this egg-shaped head, with a mediocre appearance, less than one meter six tall, and a funny mustache on his lips, can compare to the handsome, tall, handsome, and extremely intelligent detective Xiao Li created by his pen!

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