After rebirth, I became a great writer

Chapter 339 Sleepless Night

As night falls, lights begin to rise, a full moon rises in a foreign land, bringing poetic romance to London.

Two black square-headed taxis, one in front and one behind, slowed down at the same time when they drove to Regent Street. As the passenger's window slowly swayed down, a comfortable and young eastern hole was revealed.

Chen Tianhong felt the coolness of the breeze and listened to the musical talismans played by street artists, and finally his eyes were frozen over the street.

If you want to talk about which street in London is the most romantic, it is naturally Regent Street. What is the most charming Regent Street? It is the first to recommend Angel Lantern.

It is no exaggeration to say that the English invited angels to this street and used the magic of light to interpret a fairy tale.

Chen Tianhong stared at the beautiful scene. At this moment, it seemed as if it had crossed time and space. The angel lamps of the two worlds met and touched in his eyes, and finally folded into a sentence that was not worthy of being spoken by outsiders in his heart.

It was not until the taxi was about to pass Regent Street that Chen Tianhong woke up like a dream, took out his cell phone and took a few more beautiful photos, and decisively sent it to Liu Yifei.

This time, Yifei responded very quickly, and it was still early in the country. While she was amazed, the idea of ​​coming to London was deepened.

The only pity is that such a beautiful scene, only Chen Tianhong was enjoying it, and Jin Zhongrui and others in the car were each holding their phones and watching "The Murder of the Orient Express". The tense atmosphere inside was incompatible with the romantic atmosphere on the street.

Since they arrived at the station, they could no longer watch on the computer like on the train, so they transferred the documents to their phones. If they were replaced by ordinary people, they would definitely not be so fascinated.

But whoever made Kim Jung-rui and others all senior writers in the detective circle? They were very keen. The preparation of the first three chapters made them feel that this novel was unique, especially the appearance of many characters in the third chapter.

If these characters are hidden foreshadowings and can have reasonable and logical relationships, then this detective novel is likely to shine at tomorrow's exchange meeting. In order to verify this conjecture, they have to race against time to finish reading it before discussing it.

In the restaurant, except for the old friend director and the annoying businessman, the people who could be remembered by Poirot were dark-skinned Italians, tall Americans, Englishmen with servants, and merchants' secretary. These four were all men.

In addition, there was an old Russian lady and her maid, a couple of earl ambassadors from Hungary, and the colonel and Miss Mary who had contact with Poirot before were also there. However, Miss Mary was not with the colonel during the meal, and was chatting with two other ladies that Poirot had never met before.

Not counting businessmen, Poirot, old friend directors, conductors, and there are 12 passengers in the restaurant, and they are all the staff in the first class carriage in this line.

At around 8 o'clock that night, the Orient Express arrived at the new station and added another car. The director gave his box to Poirot. After some politeness, Poirot accepted his kindness and moved into the first-class box, which happened to be next to the American businessman who was asking for protection.

During this period, Poirot met two ladies who were chatting with Mary, one was Mrs. Habat from the United States, who always liked to make a fuss when talking, and the other was a Swedish female missionary who taught.

Late at night, Poirot, who was sleeping in his sleep, was awakened by a loud moan, as if it was coming from the businessman's room next door. He quickly got up, opened a gap in the door, peeked out, trying to figure out what was going on.

I saw the conductor knocking on the merchant’s door and asking what he had ordered. At this time, a man’s voice came from the room.

For some reason, he replied in French.

【Nothing is wrong, I made a mistake!】

Another private room light came on, and the conductor no longer struggled and rushed to ask.

Polo felt relieved and returned to bed to fall asleep. He looked at his watch, which was about 23 minutes away from 1:00 a.m.

The taxi stopped at the door of the hotel where he was staying. Chen Tianhong woke up Jin Zhongrui and others who were still immersed in the novel.

"Old Jin, Brother Ye, let's go to the restaurant for dinner."

Chen Tianhong likes the hotel dinner quite a lot.

But Kim Jung-rui rejected the proposal.

"Tianhong! You go and eat first, we are not hungry, oh, by the way, we will go to your room later."

Jin Zhongrui is old and it doesn’t matter whether he eats or not at night. He wants to finish the story quickly and discuss it together.

"Who is it? Mr. Jin, I usually write when I write."

Chen Tianhong didn't finish his words, but the meaning in his words and the attitude on his face had already shown everything, that is, don't disturb me.

Chen Tianhong could understand that Kim Jong-rui and the others wanted to discuss "The Murder of the Orient Express", but he would never agree to discuss it at night, because this story is too complicated and not so easy to explain.

This is the grandma's debut work, which cannot be said to be beyond, but it is absolutely classic. He chose to write this novel. On the one hand, he did have a flash of inspiration when he was taking the train, and on the other hand, he also wanted to use this masterpiece to vent his anger for Jin Zhongrui and the others at tomorrow's exchange meeting.

On the way to London, Chen Tianhong learned that some Western detective writers looked down on domestic detective novels. If he couldn't catch up, it would be fine. Since he met them, he would naturally have to make arguing.

As for whether "The Murder of Orient Express" is too classic and will it be doubtful, Chen Tianhong also considered it. Now it is not as famous as before. He has already gained a certain degree of popularity. There is no need to hide some works. As long as they are not world-class classics, the probability of being taken away for experiments is not high.

For example, in "The Lost Weapon" told by Chen Tianhong, Jin Zhongrui and others all sounded a little disappointed. The reason for being disappointed is because they have high expectations for him. After all, you are a genius, how can a genius write a book that is ordinary?

"Haha, yes, it's the most important thing to disturb when writing."

After Jin Zhongrui realized it, he did not insist, so he called Ye Feng and the others to go to his room.

Although Lu Huaiyi, Shu Xingkun and the others thought about talking about it after dinner, they were not able to directly refuse.

Although Jin Zhongrui has already won the pen, his influence in the circle is still quite high. There is no way that this is a fine tradition of China, respecting seniors and elders.

So Chen Tianhong went to the restaurant alone for dinner, and they took the elevator to the stairs.

After arriving at the restaurant, another group of acquaintances were waiting for him to come, including teacher Cao Xingkui and several old men. There were seven or eight kinds of dishes Chen Tianhong liked on the dining table in front of them.

"Tianhong, come on, I'll give you some."

Cao Xingkui smiled and pulled Chen Tianhong to sit beside him, and the doting look on his face could not be concealed.

The elderly are waiting specifically, and there is nothing to do at night for them. It is better to chat with their favorite younger generations.

Chen Tianhong was not polite either, so he sat down and picked a large steak and put it in his mouth to start chewing.

"Hey, Tianhong, Lao Jin and the others? Didn't they come back with you?"

An old man noticed something was wrong and asked in surprise.

"Well, Mr. Jin and his friends went to the room and said they would read the story I wrote before talking about it. Teacher, Mr. Xie, Mr. Wang. I will go back to the room to write after dinner."

Chen Tianhong was chewing the steak and did not forget to give these elderly people a vaccination.

In fact, the environment is not that important when typing, but when these old people chat, they are too energetic and cannot resist it.

"Stories you wrote, what stories did you write? Detective novels?"

Cao Xingkui suddenly mentioned it. He was really afraid of anything he was going to do. He would not stop Chen Tianhong from trying other types of books, but it did not mean that he was not worried.

"I suddenly got inspiration when I was not on the train and wrote a detective novel. I planned to use it at the exchange meeting tomorrow, but I haven't finished it yet."

When Cao Xingkui and several old men saw each other, he was both emotional and disappointed, and he was full of all kinds of feelings.

Since Jin Zhongrui didn't even eat food, he had to go to the room to read the novel first, he knew that Chen Tianhong must have written it well, so he was moved by his talent and loss. That was the feeling of being poached.

Jin Zhongrui arrived at the hotel room and started watching the subsequent plot. Fortunately, he also knew that he was different from Ye Feng and the others, so he asked them to order a meal and eat in the room.

To be honest, Jin Zhongrui's performance was too serious, and even Ye Feng felt that it was a bit too much.

But he didn't know that the old senior in the detective circle was very anxious and urgently hoped that "The Murder of the Orient Express" would be the "Three-Body Problem" in the detective novel as he thought.

Even Kim Jong-rui knew that this was too idealistic. However, Cao Xingkui and the others did not expect that Chen Tianhong would win the Kimpler Prize. Besides, he has been creating miracles all the time?

At one o'clock in the morning, Poirot woke up from thirst. He wanted to ring the electric bell and asked the conductor to get a bottle of mineral water. Unexpectedly, this was taken first. Then he heard Mrs. Habat, who was talking and chatting, argued with the conductor.

There is no suspense to quarrel with a woman, and Mrs. Habat ended with an overwhelming victory, but fortunately the conductor brought the water.

In his complaint, Poirot learned the reason for their dispute. Mrs. Habat said that a man broke into her private room and learned that the Orient Express was temporarily trapped due to a sudden snowstorm.

Poirot fell asleep again, but was soon awakened by a muffled sound. It was a snowy night that was destined to be difficult to rest well. He opened the door again and looked out. He saw a woman in a kimono-style pajamas walking with her back to him. The conductor on the other side was silently recording something, everything was silent like death.

The next morning, Poirot got up very late, finished washing up and arrived at the dining cart to chat with other passengers to pass the time.

Suddenly, the conductor of the adjacent train walked into the dining car and said that the director wanted to see him. When Poirot came to the old friend's room, he found that there were many people crowding in the small room. In addition to the old friend's director, there was also a doctor, the conductor and his carriage conductor.

The director explained the situation. It turned out that last night, an American businessman was stabbed to death on his sleeper. The first person to find the body was the conductor.

The doctor conducted a preliminary investigation on the scene and determined that the death time was between twelve o'clock in the middle of the night and 2 o'clock in the morning. The murderer's method of committing the crime was very cruel, but it was very illogical. There were twelve wounds on the body. What was outrageous was that each of them had different depths and locations. Some were very deep, while others caused almost no damage, as if they were thorns.

In order to maintain the company's reputation, the director entrusted Poirot to help find the real murderer before the police arrived, because the train crashed into a snowdrift in the middle of the night last night and was trapped, and the murderer was likely still in the car.

After seeing the murder case really happened, Jin Zhongrui suddenly became a little excited. There were twelve strange wounds on the body, twelve passengers with different personalities, and various strange phenomena during Poirot's sleep. All of this proved that this case was not as simple as imagined.

At this time, the hotel waiter had already delivered the ordered meal, but Lu Huaiyi and the others did not have the time to eat. They had to see how to write it in the future and how Poirot investigated the case.

Poirot first ruled out the possibility of other passengers committing crimes, because the doors of each carriage must be locked at night, and the suspect is likely to be among the twelve passengers in this carriage.

He first called the merchant's secretary to learn about the merchant's past, but he didn't expect that the secretary did not know his boss and said that the boss has always been mysterious, but fortunately he still provided important evidence.

It turned out that the merchant received two intimidation letters after getting on the car. Judging from the content of the letter, there should be more than one person who wrote the letter, and it is likely that he was the murderer of this case.

During the conversation, Polo ruled out the possibility of the secretary killing. This is a rational man who will not act like a crazy stab at more than a dozen times.

The director and the conductor suspected that the murderer was a woman, and only women would be so crazy.

Then Poirot came to the scene for investigation. Although the window of the deceased's private room was opened, he believed that this was just an illusion created by the murderer, because there were no footprints on the snow outside the window, and the window frames were carefully wiped over, leaving no fingerprints.

Then the corpse was examined and concluded that the wounds were indeed of different sizes and uneven strength. From an angle, some wounds were caused by women and left-handed people, which proved that there was more than one murderer.

Then a series of clues were discovered, an empty glass cup with sleeping pills, two matchsticks, an exquisite woman's handkerchief, a cigar cigarette butt, some burnt pieces of paper, etc.

Out of detective sensitivity, Poirot first focused on the burnt piece of paper. He borrowed the tools of the train to successfully make the handwriting on the piece of paper appear. The piece of paper said:

【Daisy Armstrong Jr.】

These words made Poirot exclaim.

Jin Zhongrui was very slow to read these two chapters. He was watching Poirot's method of investigating the case. It is no exaggeration to say that the details were written very well and the logic was very meticulous. These two chapters alone were enough to prove that he would say good things.

After he saw the protagonist Polo in the book exclaim, the real room also exclaimed, which was made by Lu Huaiyi.

"Lu Huaiyi, what were you doing when you were shocked?"

"Old Jin, it's not the kidnapping case of Armstrong, but the prototype is the famous pilot case in America."

Lu Huaiyi hurriedly explained that he was looking faster than Jin Zhongrui.

“Pilot case?”

Jin Zhongrui frowned and swiped the phone screen, speeding up reading, which was also the last part written by Chen Tianhong.

Poirot returned to his old friend's box and told the director that he knew a terrible fact that the dead businessman's real identity was the leader of a guai sales group and had committed the horrific kidnapping of Armstrong.

Armstrong is a famous American pilot. His daughter was kidnapped, but after he paid the ransom, he still failed to save his daughter's young life. His wife was stimulated and died with her unborn child. He himself committed suicide not long afterwards.

Their nanny also became the victim of the tragedy. After the case, she was suspected by the police and eventually jumped off the building and died because she was unbearable.

Although the real murderer was eventually arrested and brought to justice, he used his huge financial resources to buy things up and down, and then he used judicial loopholes to escape from trial. He changed his name and left America and continued to live a rich life.

After reading the last part, Jin Zhongrui could understand why Lu Huai exclaimed for a while. There were indeed similar cases in reality, and it was a big deal. In that era, the birth of a bill was even promoted.

But there is another question, why did Chen Tianhong borrow real cases? Does he want to allude to which era and allude to the loopholes in the bill at that time?

But now the bill has been made up for improvement! Besides, if you use real cases, you will lose a lot of expectation!

Or do you think too much? This story is not as good as you imagined?

Then Kim Jung-rui shook his head and rejected this idea again, because now, no matter what aspect it is, it is an excellent detective novel.

At this time, the others in the house also finished reading the story, and they were also trapped in various doubts.

The night was already deep, and Chen Tianhong in another room was typing. The answer was in his writing, but Jin Zhongrui and the others were destined to spend a sleepless night.

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