After rebirth, I became a great writer

Chapter 338 The Murder Case of Orient Express

(I don’t know why in the previous chapter, the comments can only be seen in the writer’s assistant. Only one book friend didn’t guess correctly, and the others were all right. Is it so obvious? It’s so weak! Very hurt! Dog head!)

"Ahem. Hongwen, I didn't hear clearly what you said."

Lu Huaiyi was choked by his saliva. He suspected that he had heard it wrong and wanted to confirm it again.

Because his movements were large, or what Chen Tianhong said was too speechless, Jin Zhongrui, Ye Feng and the others also turned their attention.

"I said suddenly I had inspiration, and I would write it down when I went back, and then I could go to communicate tomorrow!"

Chen Tianhong blinked, looking innocent.

He felt that he was talking was fine. As for everyone to look at him like this, and the guy named Lu, he always spoke a little uncomfortable.

Everyone in the car felt offended. They felt that Chen Tianhong was saying too much. Could it be that "The Three-Body Problem", "The Wandering Earth", "The Chess King" and so on were all born in sudden inspiration!

But isn't this too much fun? Good guy, I want to write Western magic when I go to a station, and I think of detective reasoning when I take a train. Your operation is really not convincing!

Lu Huaiyi heard it clearly this time, and his mouth was directly on the back of his head. He really wanted to come to you, and he would make you so arrogant.

"Haha, why don't you tell me about your inspiration and let's listen carefully."

Jin Zhongrui looked at Lu Huaiyi, with dissatisfaction in his eyes, but he didn't speak immediately. He was quite curious.

"Actually nothing. The story I thought of was a murder case on a luxury train. It happened that a big detective was on this train. He used his professional skills to finally clear away the fog on the train full of murderous intent and locked in the real murderous murderer."

"It's over?"

Everyone asked dizzyly.

What kind of inspiration is this? It's just a few words!

At least the specific background, characters, and case settings of the story must be set up, which is too coping.

"Yeah, it's over."

Chen Tianhong nodded, and then he saw blue veins bulging on everyone's foreheads, and Lu Huai was eager to try to continue opening his mouth.

After thinking about it, he added another sentence.

"I only thought of some of it, and I want to go back and make some preparations."

"Then let's talk about part of what you think of first!"

Lu Huai immediately touched, and Jin Zhongrui couldn't stop him from his fast mouth.

"Lu Huaiyi, no one regards you as a mute, Tianhong, don't worry, go back and think about it slowly."

Jin Zhongrui said Lu Huai one by one, and then said to Chen Tianhong with comfort, saying that he thought Chen Tianhong really didn't think it was done.

"It may be a bit troublesome to say it out. Brother Ye, I remember you brought paper and pen and borrowed it for me. I will write down the part I thought of first."

Chen Tianhong did not refuse. Since you want to see it, I will show it to you, so as not to be too fucked.

As for why it is written, not to say, the reason is very simple, the story is very long, and the description of the characters' personalities and surrounding environment is very detailed, and they can't remember the words or words.

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng hesitated for a moment. After seeing Chen Tianhong's firm eyes, he sighed inwardly, took out the paper and pen he carried with him and handed it over.

Chen Tianhong took the paper and pen and immediately lay down in front of the small table and began to write.

When Lu Huai wanted to look over, he was slapped by Jin Zhongrui and asked the others to sit over, so he didn't bother Chen Tianhong.

Shu Xingkun looked at Chen Tianhong's quick writing, and then looked at the place where the suitcase was placed. He wanted to say something, but Jin Zhongrui's warning eyes made him pursed his lips and finally remained silent.

The silent atmosphere in the car lasted for nearly an hour. Finally, when the journey reached one quarter, Chen Tianhong breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his sore arms, and temporarily stopped writing.

"Tianhong, have you finished writing?"

Jin Zhongrui asked.

"Ah? No, I've just finished the first chapter."

"Chapter 1? How many words have you written, or, in other words, how many words are you going to write?"

A detective writer asked curiously.

Chen Tianhong turned over a few pages of the notebook from scratch, thought about the general chapters of this novel, and responded honestly.

"I wrote nearly three thousand words in the first chapter. If I expected it, I haven't thought about it all yet. I guess I should have 100,000 words."

The carriage fell into a brief silence again. Now it was not just Lu Huaiyi. Even Jin Zhongrui and Ye Feng felt that Chen Tianhong was a little "floating".

OK, you can understand the first chapter of the past few thousand words, but what the hell is it 100,000 words?

Can you write so many words with this casual little inspiration?

It's too exaggerated, brother! You should know that detective novels are not online novels, and novels with more than 100,000 words are all medium and long ones.

"I'll go back and type on the computer, I'll be a little tired of handwriting."

Seeing that everyone was not talking, Chen Tianhong closed the notebook. He overestimated his handwriting ability and used his hands that often knocked on the computer to write. It was too difficult.

And his words undoubtedly made everyone more verified the guess. What kind of handwriting is too tiring, it’s just that you haven’t thought about it. You can’t continue writing the card text, so you can only write the first chapter, so you can find an excuse.

"I brought the computer!"

Shu Xingkun finally couldn't help it. He got up and took his backpack from the place where he was in the suitcase, and took out a small laptop from it.

I can't listen anymore, I really can't listen anymore. You said you were fine, but honestly said that you didn't think about it, and you had to find various reasons to cover it up.

Don’t you know that if you tell a lie, you will have to use countless lies to overcome them!

You are very proud to become famous at a young age. I can understand, but you can't be too arrogant and even lie to maintain your image!

I must reveal you, well, I am kind-hearted. Shu Xingkun thought so in his heart, and he was very glad that he brought the computer with him when he went out.

As for whether he is really kind, maybe he has it, he has a little bit of sourness to Chen Tianhong anyway.

After he took out the computer, both Chen Tianhong and Jin Zhongrui looked at Shu Xingkun.

Chen Tianhong's eyes mean, Brother Shu, you're too much! If you don't take out the computer early, you have to wait until I have worked hard to write a few thousand words before taking it out.

Jin Zhongrui's eyes mean, you and Lu Huaiyi have such low emotional intelligence? Do you have to be so real? If you let Tianhong not come to Taiwan, let me see how I deal with you.

Lu Huaiyi did not lose his eyes. His inner activities were fully demonstrated on his face. He only had four words, and he did a beautiful job.

Ye Feng still shook his head helplessly, and the others were eating melons.

"Then thank you Brother Shu!"

Chen Tianhong did not think about the twists and turns in their hearts. He told the truth! When he took the computer, he handed the laptop back to Ye Feng.

When he put his hand on the keyboard, his whole temperament changed suddenly. What changes?

I used to be a living person, but now I am a bare-small coder.

"Chapter 2, Tokarin Hotel"

With the sound of typing on the keyboard and the sound of the train "click, click" and Ye Feng opened his notebook and changed a position so that Jin Zhongrui and the others could see the content on the notebook.

No matter how everyone thinks, one thing is the same, that is, they all develop a strong curiosity about the stories written by Chen Tianhong.

"Oriental Express Murder? An important passenger?"

Someone pronounced the name of the story and the first chapter.

At this point, the masterpiece of Grandma (Agatha Christie), who was known in her previous life as one of the three masters of mystery literature in the world, has begun to show its glory in this world.

The story begins with a brief description of the background. It should be the 1830s. At a train station in Syria called Aleppo, there was a lieutenant in the French uniform chatting with a red nose with a marked red nose and two short and fat men with a curled beard.

In the words of the book, the weather was very cold at this time, but the soldier had no complaints about escorting the unpretentious fat man, because the short fat man's name was Hercule Poirot, a famous detective from Belgium.

Through the conversation between the two, we can learn that he had just helped the French army solve an internal case and saved the glory of the army.

Although the specific situation of the case is unknown, Jin Zhongrui and the others already know that the "important traveler" mentioned in the chapter name refers to this famous detective, Mr. Poirot, and he is very famous because even the military invites him to solve the case.

Then Poirot got on the express train and waved goodbye to the escort officer. He wanted to take the express train to Istanbul, Turkey, and then transfer back to Europe from there.

In the carriage that Poirot was riding, there were two other passengers, one of whom was an officer or a colonel, and the other was a dignified lady named Mary, both of whom were from England.

The two passengers seemed very familiar and chatted in the dining car for a long time before returning to the car.

During this period, there were many descriptions of the characters, and they were mixed with the expressions and movements of the characters, but there was no special meaning. Only you can know that Poirot was meticulous and had a strong observation ability.

Until the end of the chapter, the train stopped at the transfer station in Turkey. When Poirot got off the train, he accidentally heard the two arguing on the platform. Out of the detective's professional habit, he felt that the words of these two people were a bit strange.

Mary said: [Not now, wait until everything is over.]

These words seem ordinary, but they seem a little unusual. Their relationship seems not as familiar as they see.

And they seemed to have something important to do and had to catch the Orient Express, but it had nothing to do with Poirot, who left these two short travel companions and came to Tokarin Hotel.

This is the end of the first chapter.

There are many words in this chapter, but not many useful news, and I don’t even see the shadow of the case. The main scene "Oriental Express" only appears in conversation.

There are several characters, but the important one is Poirot, the protagonist, may be the foreshadowing of the Colonel and Miss Mary, but for now, there is nothing to see.

Because six or seven people watched together, this chapter was very slow, and it almost an hour passed after reading it. Of course, it was also because they were still thinking while watching it.

To be honest, Hongwen's foundation is really good, especially his portrayal of Poirot. Through his appearance description, he talks with other characters in language, handles things, and has insight into subtle observation. The image of a famous detective is vividly revealed on paper.

Even after watching it, Lu Huai put away some contempt, but it still couldn't be done if he wanted to fully agree with it unless the next story was exciting.

And they actually have many questions to ask, such as why the story is in that era, why do we write about Western detectives, not Eastern ones, and why do we spend so much writing to write some confusing dialogues? Is it all foreshadowing?

But when they saw Chen Tianhong typing the keyboard seriously, they all remained silent again and began to communicate with each other with their eyes.

It seemed that they had a little misunderstanding of Hongwen, and there might be something in his mind.

In this way, time passed for a long time, and it was less than an hour away from London, and Chen Tianhong's keyboard typing began to slow down.

"Tianhong, if you are tired of writing, take a break. Typing on the car will affect your vision."

In the end, Kim Jung-rui spoke out.

"Well, I know Mr. Jin, I'm really tired, so I'll go back and do it again!"

Chen Tianhong did not refuse. What he said was mainly because of the fatigue when he started writing with a pen. After all, typing with a computer, he had become a muscle memory after all.

"Okay, then you have a rest first, Xiao Ye, bring the computer, and let's look at the subsequent chapters."

As soon as Jin Zhongrui said this, the few people in the car suddenly sighed, Jiang is still so hot! He can say it in a caring tone to read the follow-up story, and there is really no one else.

When Ye Feng took the computer over and looked at the document, he couldn't help but exclaim.

The number of words in the lowest corner of the document shows that it is 26,398, which means that Chen Tianhong spent more than two hours writing nearly 30,000 words.

Is this the horror of being a writer from an online writing? It’s a pure typing machine!

Also, he is really Kaven?

They subconsciously looked at Chen Tianhong, only to see that this person was not tired at all. He had returned to his leisurely and contentment and went to enjoy the sunset outside the window.

"Hmph, I don't know if it's filling water. I want to see what your "Oriental Express Murder" is like."

Lu Huaiyi snorted coldly in his heart, and then focused on "picking" the tricks.

As soon as Poirot arrived at the hotel, he received a telegram from London saying that there were important clues in another major case he followed and asked him to return as soon as possible.

In desperation, Poirot had to ask the front desk to help him book a first-class sleeper ticket on the Orient Express that night. When the front desk agreed to help book the ticket, he patted Poirot on the shoulder alone, which scared him.

The person who came was his old friend, a director of the company belonging to the Oriental Express. The old friends met, so they were naturally very happy. The two had dinner together in the hotel and restaurant.

While waiting for the food, the two Americans next to the table attracted Poirot's attention. One of them was a secretary, who looked very good, and the other was dressed like a philanthropist, but his eyes always showed a fierce and evil atmosphere.

The book describes this in detail and is obviously an important supporting role.

While chatting, the front desk came over to tell Poirot that there was no first-class sleeper tickets and that they had all been booked out, which surprised the director.

Because the current season is not the peak season for travel, there is no first-class ticket, unless the first-class carriage is booked by a group, but when checking the passenger list, it is found that the guests in the first-class carriage come from all over the world and have different identities.

As a director, he could not forcibly expel the guests. In the end, the conductor found that a passenger in the second-class private room had not come to check the tickets, so he decided to give the bed to Poirot for one night.

In this way, Poirot finally boarded the Orient Express. After getting on the bus, he found that the young man dressed as a secretary was in the same carriage. The secretary was also surprised to see Poirot, but after the conductor explained, he understood.

After reading this chapter, Jin Zhongrui and others realized the unusualness, with foreshadowing hidden everywhere, and a feeling of storm was coming.

Next is the third chapter, which they watched slower because more characters appeared.

While having lunch in the dining cart, Poirot began to observe the 13 passengers in the restaurant according to his habits. They belonged to different countries and classes, and each person spent a lot of money.

It was also at the end of the chapter that the first mysterious foreshadowing was officially revealed. The secretary's owner, the American businessman, found Poirot and said bluntly that his life was under threat and hoped to hire Poirot to protect himself.

However, in the face of the large amount of employment, Poirot was unmoved and left a sentence.

[If you can forgive me for speaking abruptly, then I say, I don’t like your honor!]

After saying that, he left the restaurant.

When Kim Jung-rui and the others wanted to look back, the train's prompt sound came and London arrived.

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(End of this chapter)