After I was reborn, I became a great writer

Chapter 338 Murder on the Orient Express

(I don’t know why in the last chapter. Comments can only be seen on the writer’s assistant. Only one book friend didn’t guess right, and everyone else was right. Is it so obvious? It’s obvious that I’m a weak chicken! It hurts! Dog head!)

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

Lu Huaiyi choked on his own saliva, he suspected that he heard it wrong, and wanted to confirm it again.

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

"I said that I suddenly had an inspiration, and I will write it down when I go back, and then I can communicate tomorrow!"

Chen Tianhong blinked with an innocent look on his face.

He felt that there was nothing wrong with what he said. As for everyone looking at him like this, and this guy named Lu, his words were always a bit uncomfortable.

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

But isn’t this too child’s play, my good fellow, I want to write western magic when I go to a station, and I think of detective reasoning after I take a train. Your actions are not convincing!
Lu Huaiyi heard it clearly this time, his mouth went straight to the back of his head, he really wanted to do whatever he wanted, so he had to scare you a little bit, and let you float like this.

"Hehe, why don't you tell us about your inspiration, and let us listen carefully."

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

"Actually, it's nothing. The story I thought of was that a murder happened on a luxury train. It happened that there was a great detective on this train. He used his professional skills to finally clear the fog on the murderous train. , Lock the real culprit."

"End?"

Everyone asked in a daze.

What kind of inspiration is this, just a few words!
At least the specific background of the story, the characters, and the specific setting of the case must be there, this is too much to deal with.

"Well, it's over."

Chen Tianhong nodded, and then he saw blue veins popping up on everyone's foreheads, and Lu Huai was about to open his mouth eagerly.

After thinking about it, he added another sentence.

"I only thought of a part of it, and I want to go back and brew it up."

"Then tell me the part of your thoughts first!"

Lu Huai spoke up immediately, and Jin Zhongrui didn't stop the quick talk.

"Lu Huaiyi, don't say a few words and no one will treat you as dumb, Tianhong, don't worry, you go back and think slowly."

Jin Zhongrui said something to Lu Huai, and then said to Chen Tianhong in a comforting manner, he thought Chen Tianhong really didn't think about it.

"It might be a bit troublesome to say it, Brother Ye, I remember you brought a pen and paper, lend it to me, I'll write down the part I think of first."

Chen Tianhong didn't refuse, since you want to see it, I'll just show it to you, so as not to be obsessed with it endlessly.

As for why it is written instead of spoken, the reason is very simple. The story is very long, and the description of the character and surrounding environment is very detailed. It is only dictated, and they cannot remember it.

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

Chen Tianhong took the pen and paper and immediately began to write with a "rustle" in front of the small table.

As soon as Lu Huai wanted to go over to have a look, Jin Zhongrui slapped him and dragged him back, and told several others to sit down too, so as not to disturb Chen Tianhong.

Shu Xingkun glanced at Chen Tianhong's vigorous writing, and then at the location where the suitcase was placed. He really wanted to say something, but Jin Zhongrui's warning eyes made him purse his lips, and finally remained silent.

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

"Tianhong, are you finished?"

Jin Zhongrui asked.

"Huh? No, I just finished writing Chapter 1."

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

A curious inquiry from a detective writer.

Chen Tianhong flipped through a few pages of his notebook, thought about the general chapters of the novel, and replied honestly.

"Chapter 1 has written nearly 3000 words. If it is estimated, I haven't thought it all out yet. It is estimated that there should be [-] words."

The carriage fell into a brief silence again, not only Lu Huaiyi, but even Jin Zhongrui and Ye Feng felt that Chen Tianhong was a little "floating".

Okay, you can understand Chapter 1 with a few thousand words, but what the hell is a hundred thousand words?

You can write so many words with just a little inspiration?

That's too much of an exaggeration, bro!You must know that detective novels are not online novels, and novels with more than [-] words are considered medium-length novels.

"I'll go back and type on the computer. Handwriting is a bit tiring."

Seeing that everyone was silent, Chen Tianhong closed his notebook. He still overestimated his handwriting ability, and it was too difficult to write with his hand that often taps the computer.

And his words undoubtedly made everyone verify their conjectures. What is too tiring to write by hand is because you didn't think about it. Well, Calvin, I can't write any more, so I can only write Chapter 1, so I have to find an excuse.

"I brought my computer!"

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

I can’t listen to it anymore, I really can’t listen to it anymore, you say you’re fine, honestly say it’s over if you don’t think about it, you have to find all kinds of reasons to cover it up.

Don't you know that once you tell a lie, you will have to use countless lies to cover it up later!
You are very proud of being famous when you were young, I can understand, but you can't be too conceited, or even lie to maintain your image!
I must expose you, um, I am kind. Shu Xingkun thought so in his heart, he was very glad that he brought a computer with him when he went out this time.

As for whether he was really kind, maybe he was, anyway, he felt a little sour towards Chen Tianhong.

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

Chen Tianhong's eyes mean, Brother Shu, you are going too far!If I don’t take out my computer sooner, I have to wait for me to write thousands of words by hand before taking it out.

Jin Zhongrui's eyes mean that you and Lu Huaiyi have such low EQ?Do you have to be so real?If you make Tianhong unable to step down, see how I deal with you.

Lu Huaiyi didn't lose his eyes, his inner activities have been fully shown on his face, just four words, well done.

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

"Then thank you Brother Shu!"

Chen Tianhong didn't think about the twists and turns in their hearts, what he said was the truth!And when he took over the computer, he handed the notebook back to Ye Feng by the way.

When he put his hand on the keyboard, his whole demeanor changed dramatically. What change?
It used to be a living person, but now it is Chiguoguo's coding machine.

"Chapter 2, Hotel Tokelin"

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

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

"Murder on the Orient Express? An important passenger?"

Someone read the name of the story and the title of Chapter 1.

So far, the masterpiece of Grandma (Agatha Christie), known as one of the world's three major masters of reasoning literature in her previous life, is making her debut in this world.

The beginning of the story briefly describes the background. The time should be in the 19s. At a train station in Syria called Aleppo, an army lieutenant wearing a French military uniform was dating a man with a distinctive red Nose, chatting with two dumpy guys with upturned mustaches.

According to the words in the book, the weather was very cold at this time, but the soldier had no complaints about escorting this ugly fat man, because the short fat man's name was Hercule Poirot, and he was a famous detective from Belgium.

Through the conversation between the two, it can be learned that he just helped the French army solve an internal case and saved the glory of the army.

Although the specific circumstances of the case are not known, Jin Zhongrui and the others already know that the "an important passenger" mentioned in the chapter title refers to this famous detective, Mr. Poirot, and he is very famous, because even the military invited him to solve the case .

Then Poirot got on the express train and waved goodbye to the escorting officers. He was going to take the express train to Istanbul, Turkey, and then transfer back to Europe from there.

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

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

During this period, there were many descriptions in the text, including the expressions and movements of the characters, but there was no special deep meaning. We can only know that Poirot was thoughtful and observant.

At the end of the chapter, the train stopped at the transit station in Turkey. When Poirot got off the train, he overheard the two arguing on the platform. Out of the professional habits of detectives, he felt that the words of the two people were a little strange.

Mary said: 【Not now, wait until everything is over.】

These words seem ordinary, but they seem a little unusual, and the relationship between them seems to be not as familiar as it seems.

And it seemed that they had some important business to do, that they had to catch the Orient Express, but this had nothing to do with Poirot, who left these two short-lived companions and came to the Hotel Torqueline.

This concludes Chapter 1.

There are many words in this chapter, but there is not much useful information, even the shadow of the case is not seen, and the main scene "Orient Express" only appears in the conversation.

There are several characters, but the most important one is the protagonist Poirot. Maybe the colonel and Miss Mary are foreshadowing, but so far, nothing can be seen.

Because six or seven people read it together, they read this chapter very slowly. After reading it, almost an hour passed. Of course, it was also because they were still thinking while reading it.

There is one thing to say, Hongwen's skills are really good, especially the portrayal of Poirot. Through the description of his face, his language conversations with other characters, the way he handles things, and his insight into subtle observations, the image of a detective is vivid on the paper. .

Even Lu Huai put away some contempt after reading it, but if he wants to fully agree with it, it still won't work, unless the following story is wonderful.

And they actually have a lot of questions they want to ask, such as why the background of the story is that era, why they write about Western detectives instead of Eastern ones, and why they spend so much pen and ink writing some vague dialogues. Foreshadowing?
But when they saw Chen Tianhong typing on the keyboard seriously, they all remained silent again and started making eye contact with each other.

It seemed, as if, they misunderstood Hongwen a little bit, he might really have something on 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 typing on the keyboard began to slow down.

"Tianhong, take a break when you're tired of writing. Typing in the car will affect your eyesight."

In the end, it was Jin Zhongrui who spoke up.

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

Chen Tianhong did not refuse. The tiredness he said was mainly due to the time when he started to write with a pen. After all, typing with a computer is a good job, and it has formed muscle memory.

"Okay, then take a break, Xiaoye, bring the computer, let's read the next chapter."

As soon as Jin Zhongrui's words came out, several people in the carriage sighed secretly, Jiang is still old and spicy!There is really no one who can express his desire to see the follow-up story in a caring tone.

When Ye Feng brought the computer over to look at the document, he couldn't help but exclaimed.

The number of words in the bottom corner of the document shows that it is 26398, which means that Chen Tianhong wrote nearly 2 words in more than 3 hours.

Could it be that this is the horror of writers who write web novels? What a pure coding machine!

Also, is he really Cavin?
They subconsciously looked at Chen Tianhong, only to see that this man didn't look tired at all, he had returned to a leisurely state, and went to enjoy the sunset outside the window.

"Hmph, I don't know if it's injecting water, but I want to see how your "Murder on the Orient Express" is going."

Lu Huaiyi snorted coldly in his heart, and turned his attention to "picking".

As soon as Poirot arrived at the hotel, he received a telegram from London, saying that important clues had appeared in his other major case, and he was required to return as soon as possible.

In desperation, Poirot had no choice but to ask the receptionist to help him book a first-class sleeper ticket on the Orient Express that night. When the receptionist agreed to help him book the ticket, a person patted Poirot on the shoulder, scaring him. Big jump.

The visitor was an old friend of his, a director of the company owned by the Orient Express, so he was very happy to meet the old man, and the two had dinner together in the restaurant of the hotel.

While waiting for the food to be served, two Americans at the next table caught Poirot's attention. One of them was a secretary with a good appearance, and the other was dressed like a philanthropist, but there was always something in his eyes. A fierce, evil breath.

This is described in detail in the book and is obviously an important supporting role.

While chatting, the receptionist came over and told Poirot the bad news that there were no first-class sleeper tickets and all had been booked out, which surprised the director.

Because the current season is not the peak season for travel, there are no first-class tickets, unless the first-class compartment is booked by a group, but when I check the passenger list, I find that the guests in the first-class compartment come from all over the world, and their identities are different.

As a director, he could not forcibly expel the guests. Finally, the conductor found that a passenger in the second-class box did not come to check the ticket, so he decided to give up the berth to Poirot for one night.

In this way, Poirot finally boarded the Orient Express. After getting on the train, he found that the young man dressed as a secretary was in the same compartment as himself. The secretary was also very surprised to see Poirot, but after the conductor explained, he express understanding.

After reading this chapter, Jin Zhongrui and the others noticed something unusual, there were foreshadowings hidden everywhere, and a sense of a storm was coming.

Followed by Chapter 3, they read this chapter more slowly because more characters appeared.

While eating lunch in the dining car, Poirot, according to his habit, began to observe the 13 passengers in the dining room. They belonged to different countries and classes, and each of them expended the same amount of ink.

Also at the end of the chapter, the first mysterious foreshadowing is officially revealed. The owner of the secretary, the American businessman, finds Poirot and bluntly says that his life is being threatened, hoping to hire Poirot to protect himself.

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

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

After speaking, he left the restaurant.

When Jin Zhongrui and the others wanted to look back, there was a notification from the train that London had arrived.

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(End of this chapter)