Unemployed at the Beginning, I Let the Singer Come Back Chapter 292

  Chapter 292 Black silk!

  Li Qingning: "Who do you look down on?"

  She asked Jiang Yang to write.

  Jiang Yang: "What if you can't guess?"

  Li Qingning thought for a while, "What are you going to do?"

  When they got to the car, Li Qingning took out the key to unlock the car, opened the door and got in the car.

  Jiang Yang thought for a while on the curb, then opened the car door and got in, "Black silk! Black silk! Black silk!"

   "Virtue."

  Li Qingning fastened his seat belt, and then saw that Jiang Yang's eyes were already on his lap.

  She is still wearing jeans.

   "Fasten your seat belt."

  She reminded and drove on the road, "You don't want to write down key evidence on purpose, do you?"

  Jiang Yang thought about it.

   "The Mysterious Case of Styles Manor" may be due to Granny's early works. The relationship between the characters is complicated, the case is complicated, and various suspects and clues are arranged to mislead readers. The deadliest piece of evidence, then, is the last letter that appears.

   This is difficult.

  So Jiang Yang thought for a while, "Then, if you can guess where the most direct evidence is, you will win."

   This is much simpler and much fairer.

  Li Qingning agreed, but as for what she would ask Jiang Yang to do after she won, she hadn't thought about it yet.

  Jiang Yang is vigilant: "I don't want to wear black silk!"

  Li Qingning gave him a supercilious look.

  After returning home, Jiang Yang fought hard for the black silk, and devoted himself to carrying it with almost fanatical enthusiasm.

  Li Qingning sat on the sofa, watched an episode of reasoning TV series, tried to find inspiration, and then went to practice musical instruments.

  Jiang Yang didn't write for the time being.

   "The Mysterious Case of Stiles Manor" has 100,000 words, and he only remembered some fragments.

Jiang Yang chose to use miniature models to restore the scene first, because many evidences are in the room, and the room of the deceased old lady is very special. There is a door, and at the same time, there are two doors leading to the room of the young husband (just married) and the room of the sister (between friends). female) room door.

  Jiang Yang quickly roughly built a miniature model of this room.

Then-

   went to bed.

Morning.

  Jiang Yang got up early again.

   Li Qingning heard him get up, but did not open his eyes.

   Then, she was drowned by a tide of sleep.

  By the time Li Qingning woke up from the exhaustion, it was already past nine o'clock. She stretched comfortably, got up and changed the sheets, made breakfast again, then found Jiang Yang in the study and asked him to have breakfast.

   After breakfast, Jiang Yang followed Li Qingning to the company.

  When Sister Chen opened the door and entered the office, Jiang Yang was at the desk, playing with miniature models and writing.

  Sister Chen asked Li Qingning, "What inspiration is there?"

  Li Qingning handed the dried fruit in her hand to Sister Chen, took the document and signed it, "I'm writing a mystery novel."

  Sister Chen, who had just tasted a pine nut, stopped, "What mystery novel?"

  Li Qingning glanced at it just now, "There is Poirot."

   Now Sister Chen didn't have the heart to eat, she just put down the pine nuts, she was about to speak, afraid of disturbing Jiang Yang, she lowered her voice: "Is this really a series?"

  She thought that a Poirot would just appear out of nowhere, write "Murder on the Orient Express" and it would be gone.

   To be honest, she really likes the old man with the moustache.

  Different from Sherlock Holmes, this little old man is approachable, especially the last two choices on the Orient Express. Although there are many controversies, they also add a lot of personality charm to the little old man.

  Li Qingning asked her to speak normally.

  She knows her husband, as long as he doesn't interrupt his thoughts, it's fine for the people next to him to chat normally. She even likes it a little bit. She feels very comfortable and at ease. If it is too quiet, it will not be at ease.

  Sister Chen moved a chair and sat down: "How is the writing?"

Li Qingning thought about it, and felt that the beginning of this book was very similar to the beginning of Sherlock Holmes. There was also a friend and partner. This partner was also a soldier and had just retired from the battlefield. This book also started with this friend, namely " I" to record.

"ah?"

  Sister Chen couldn't say whether it was good or bad for a while, but she just felt that this should be said by others.

  Grandma's pioneering work is indeed the case.

The relationship between Hastings and Poirot is indeed compared with Watson and Holmes, that is, "I" in this book. The "I" in the book is a little bit bad. The eldest son of Mingming Manor invited "I" to be a guest. But I miss my eldest son's daughter-in-law.

   is very strange.

  When Jiang Yang wrote, he tried to reduce the description in this aspect as much as possible. For example, Hastings just met his friend's wife, and he was glad that he accepted the friend's invitation, and a Cao thief appeared on the paper.

in addition.

   In this novel, strychnine appears for the first time, but definitely not the last time in Poirot. Jiang Yang remembered that the strychnine in the Baltic world was approximately equal to the potassium cyanide in the Conan world.

After chatting about novels for a while, Sister Chen turned her attention to Li Qingning and asked her what cosmetics she used recently, or what yoga she was doing. Even if I break the bend, I will chase after you."

   Too tempting.

  Jiang Yang raised his head, "What!"

  Sister Chen glanced at Li Qingning.

   They chatted for a long time, and Jiang Yang has been concentrating on it all the time. How did he hear it this time?

   "My family's little vinegar jar is not in vain."

  Li Qingning is proud.

  Sister Chen showed an expression of disgust for dog food, she stood up, "When the manuscript is written, remember to let me have a look."

  She went to work.

   After closing the door and walking towards the office, Sister Chen sent a message in the group, "Old Liu, treat me."

   Liu Tao replied after a while: "Why am I treating you?"

  Xu Guangzheng: "Please, please."

  The bearded man: "Old Liu, your Orient Express No. 1 should be brewed, right?"

  Mr. Orange: "Hey, this is the essence of Lao Liu's lifelong brewing skills, using all advanced equipment and raw materials."

  Liu Tao: "Let's go, there are not many, I'll keep it for myself to drink."

  Sister Chen: "Give me two more bottles, and I'll tell you some good news."

  Liu Tao: "What good news?"

  The bearded man: "Isn't Jiang Yang writing a new book, is it a mystery novel?"

  Sister Chen sent a "great" emoji. The bearded man is the old fox in their group, and he is also the oldest, but as a fairy tale writer, he is sometimes the most childlike one.

"I go!"

  Liu Tao directly sent a voice in the group, "True or not, what mystery novel?"

   Before Ms. Chen could reply, a few more voices came out, asking if she had finished writing and whether the detective was Poirot or something. It seemed that Ms. Chen was not the only one who missed the little old man Poirot.

   "Wait, I'm still writing."

  Sister Chen said.

  Liu Tao: "Then Sister Chen, you are too mean. Why did you tell me so early? Doesn't this make me suffer? I will not be able to live like a year in the future."

  Sister Chen: …

  Sister Chen: Yes, yes, I will tell you next time when it is published.

  Liu Tao: Life is like a year, and life is prolonged.

  He also sent a photo. He was already packing wine and planned to give it to Sister Chen. He also asked them to drink at the hotel at noon today.

   "I'll make some good dishes for you, sister Chen must come."

  The bearded man: "That's Jiang Yang's blessing."

  Sister Chen knew that this was a drunkard who was looking for news about the book.

  Liu Tao has been looking forward to the new Poirot series for a long time.

   You can tell by the name of the beer he brews, Orient Express No. 1. This is his most proud craft beer. It has been boasted in the group for a long time, and they have been looking forward to it for a long time. This time, it is finally possible to drink it.

   I'm sorry everyone, I made a slip of the tongue, this chapter makes up for yesterday's.

   Then, there will be one watch at noon and two at night.

  (end of this chapter)

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