After I was reborn, I became a great writer

Chapter 339: Sleepless Night
As night falls, the lights come on, and a full moon rises in a foreign country, bringing poetic romance to London.

Two black taxis with square heads, one in front and one behind, slowed down in unison when they reached Regent Street, and as the co-pilot's window slowly rolled down, revealing a comfortable and young oriental face.

Chen Tianhong felt the coolness of the breeze, listened to the musical notes played by street performers, and finally fixed his eyes on the sky above the street.

If you want to say which street in London is the most romantic, it is naturally Regent Street. What is the most charming street on Regent Street, the angel lamp is the first choice.

It is no exaggeration to say that the English invited angels for this street, and performed a fairy tale with the magic of lights.

Chen Tianhong stared at the magnificent scene. At this moment, as if he had crossed time and space, the angel lamps of two worlds met and touched in his eyes, and finally folded into a sentence that was not humane in his heart.
It wasn't until the taxi was about to pass by Regent Street that Chen Tianhong woke up like a dream, took out his mobile phone and took a few more beautiful photos, and decisively sent them to Liu Yifei.

This time, Yifei replied very quickly. It was still early in the morning in China. While she was amazed, it also deepened her desire to come to London.

The only pity is that Chen Tianhong was the only one admiring such a beautiful scene. Jin Zhongrui and the others in the car were watching "Murder on the Orient Express" with their mobile phones in their hands. The tense atmosphere inside was incompatible with the romantic atmosphere on the street.

Since they arrived at the station, it was impossible for them to look around the computer like they did on the train, so they transferred the documents to their mobile phones. If they were ordinary people, they would definitely not be so fascinated.

But Jin Zhongrui and the others are senior writers in the detective circle. They are very keen. The foreshadowing of the first three chapters made them feel that this novel is different, especially the appearance of many characters in Chapter 3.

If these characters are all hidden foreshadowings, and they can all have a reasonable logical relationship, then this detective novel is likely to shine in tomorrow's exchange meeting. In order to verify this conjecture, they have to read it as soon as possible. Then discuss it.

In the restaurant, apart from the old friend director and the annoying businessman, the people that Poirot could remember were a dark-skinned Italian, a tall American, an Englishman with the appearance of a servant, the businessman's secretary, All four are men.

In addition to this, there was an old Russian lady and her maid, a couple from the Hungarian earl and ambassador, and the colonel and Miss Mary who had had contact with Poirot before. The Colonel was there, chatting with two other ladies whom Poirot had not seen.

Not counting the merchants, Poirot and his old friend director, conductor, and passengers in the dining room had a total of 12 people, and they were all the people in this first-class carriage.

At around eight o'clock that night, the Orient Express arrived at the new station and added another car. The director gave up his box to Poirot. After some courtesies, Poirot accepted his offer and moved in. The first-class box happened to be next to the American businessman who asked for protection.

During this period, Poirot met two ladies who chatted with Mary. One was Mrs. Harbart from the United States, who always liked to make a fuss when she spoke, and the other was a Swedish missionary who was engaged in teaching.

In the middle of the night, Poirot in his sleep was awakened by a loud groan, which seemed to come from the merchant's room next door. He quickly got up, opened the door a crack, and peeped out, trying to find out what happened.

I saw the conductor knocking on the door of the merchant's room, asking for instructions, when a man's voice came from the room.

Somehow, he replied in French.

【Nothing, I made a mistake! 】

The light of another box came on, and the conductor didn't hesitate any longer, and rushed to ask about it.

Poirot felt relieved, and when he went back to bed and fell asleep, he looked at his watch. It was exactly twenty-three minutes to one o'clock in the morning.

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

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

As for the hotel dinner, Chen Tianhong quite liked it.

Jin Zhongrui rejected the proposal.

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

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

"Eh, what, Mr. Jin, when I usually type."

Chen Tianhong didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning in the words and the attitude on his face have already indicated everything, that is, don't bother me.

Chen Tianhong could understand that Jin Zhongrui and the others wanted to discuss "Murder on the Orient Express", but he definitely would not agree to discuss it at night, because the story is too complicated and not so easy to explain.

This is my grandma's debut novel. It cannot be said that it cannot be surpassed, but it is absolutely classic. He chose to write this novel. First, he had a flash of inspiration when he was riding the train. Second, he also wanted to use this masterpiece in tomorrow's exchange Let Jin Zhongrui and the others vent their anger.

On the way from London, Chen Tianhong learned that some western detective writers look down on domestic detective novels. If he can't catch up with them, it's fine.

As for "Murder on the Orient Express" being too classic, it will make people doubtful, Chen Tianhong has also considered it, and now he has a certain reputation, and there is no need to hide some works, as long as it is not the world The probability of being dragged away for experimentation is very low for a masterpiece of the first level.

For example, "The Vanishing Weapon" narrated by Chen Tianhong, Jin Zhongrui and the others sound a little disappointed. The reason for the disappointment is because they have high expectations for him. After all, you are a genius, how can a book written by a genius be ordinary?

"Hehe, that's right, you should avoid interrupting when you're writing."

After Jin Zhongrui reacted, he didn't insist, so he called Ye Feng and the others to go to his room.

Lu Huaiyi, Shu Xingkun and the others wanted to talk about it after dinner, but they couldn't refuse directly.

Even though Jin Zhongrui has closed his pen, his influence in the circle is still not low. There is no way that this is a fine tradition in China, respect for the elders, the elders.

So Chen Tianhong went to the restaurant to have dinner alone, and they took the elevator upstairs.

After arriving at the dining room, there was another group of acquaintances waiting for him. It was the teacher Cao Xingkui and a few elderly people. On the table in front of them were seven or eight kinds of dishes that Chen Tianhong liked to eat.

"Tianhong, come here, I've ordered everything for you."

Cao Xingkui smiled and pulled Chen Tianhong to sit next to him, he couldn't hide the doting look on his face.

The old people are specially waiting for them, and there is nothing to do at night for them, it is better to chat with the juniors they like.

Chen Tianhong was not polite either. He sat down and picked a large piece of steak, put it in his mouth and began to chew.

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

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

"Well, I'm back, Mr. Jin and the others went to the room, and they said they would finish reading the story I wrote. Teacher, Mr. Xie, Mr. Wang. I have to go back to the room to type after dinner."

Chen Tianhong was chewing the steak, not forgetting to vaccinate these old people.

In fact, the environment is not that important when coding, but when these old people chatted, they were too energetic and he couldn't bear it.

"The story you wrote, what kind of story did you write? A detective story?"

Cao Xingkui mentioned it fiercely, he was really afraid of something, he would not stop Chen Tianhong from trying other types of books, but it didn't mean he wasn't worried.

"When I was riding the train, I suddenly had an inspiration, so I wrote a detective story. I plan to use it in the exchange meeting tomorrow, but I haven't finished it yet."

Hearing Chen Tianhong's confirmation, Cao Xingkui and several old men looked at each other, full of emotions and disappointment.

Since Jin Zhongrui didn't even eat, he had to go to the room to read the novel first, and he already knew that Chen Tianhong's writing must be good, so he felt disappointed because of his talent. It was a feeling of being poached.

Here, Jin Zhongrui arrived at the hotel room and started to watch the follow-up 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 when the time came.

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

But how did he know that this veteran in the detective circle was very anxious, desperately hoping that "Murder on the Orient Express" would be the "Three-Body Problem" in detective novels as he thought.

Even Jin Zhongrui knew that this was too idealistic, but Cao Xingkui and the others didn't expect Chen Tianhong to win the Kimpler Award. Besides, hasn't he been creating miracles all the time?

At one o'clock in the morning, Poirot woke up thirsty. He wanted to press the bell to call the conductor to get a bottle of mineral water. Unexpectedly, someone preempted him. Then he heard the chattering Mrs. Harbart arguing with the conductor.

There was no suspense in arguing with women, and Mrs. Harbart ended in a landslide victory, but fortunately the conductor brought water.

In his complaint, Poirot learned the reason for their quarrel. Mrs. Harbart said that a man broke into her compartment, 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 destined to be difficult to rest. He opened the door again and looked out, and saw a woman in kimono pajamas walking with her back to him. The conductor at the other end is silently recording something, everything is as silent as death
The next morning, Poirot got up late, went to the dining car after washing up, and chatted with other passengers to pass the time.

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

The director explained the situation. It turned out that the American businessman was stabbed to death on his berth last night, and the first person who found the body was the conductor.

The doctor conducted a preliminary inspection of the scene and determined that the time of death was between midnight and two o'clock in the morning, and the murderer's method of committing the crime was very cruel, but very illogical. There were twelve wounds on the body, which was outrageous. The depth and position of each wound is different, some wounds are deep, while others hardly cause any damage, as if stabbed randomly.

In order to protect the reputation of the company, the director entrusts Poirot to help find the real murderer before the police arrive, because the train crashed into a snowdrift in the middle of the night last night and was trapped, the murderer is probably still on board.
After seeing that the murder really happened, Jin Zhongrui suddenly became a little excited. The twelve strange wounds on the corpse, the twelve passengers with different personalities, and various strange phenomena during Poirot's sleep all proved that , this case is not as simple as imagined.

At this time, the hotel waiter had already delivered the ordered meal, but Lu Huaiyi and the others didn't bother to eat it. They wanted to see what was written in the follow-up and how Poirot investigated the case.

Poirot first ruled out the possibility of other compartment passengers committing the crime, because the doors of each compartment are locked at night, and there is a high probability that the suspect is among the twelve passengers in this compartment.

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

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

During the conversation, Poirot ruled out the possibility of the secretary killing someone. He is a rational man, and he would not do crazy stabbings.

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

Immediately afterwards, Poirot came to the scene for inspection. Although the window of the deceased's box was opened, he thought it was just an illusion created by the murderer, because there were no footprints on the snow outside the window, and the window frame was carefully wiped, leaving no trace fingerprints.

Then the corpse was examined, and it was concluded that the wounds were indeed of different sizes and strengths, and from the point of view, some wounds were caused by women and left-handers, which proved that there was more than one murderer.

Then a series of clues were found, an empty glass with sleeping pills, two matchsticks, a delicate woman's handkerchief, a cigar butt, some burnt papers and so on.

Out of the detective's sensitivity, Poirot first focused on the scorched piece of paper, and he borrowed the train's tools to successfully reveal the writing on the piece of paper.I saw on the piece of paper it was written:

【Little Daisy Armstrong.】

These few words made Poirot exclaim.
Jin Zhongrui read these two chapters very slowly. He was looking at Poirot's investigation methods. It is no exaggeration to say that the details are well written and the logic is very meticulous. These two chapters alone are enough to prove that he can say it is good.

And after he saw the protagonist Poirot's exclamation in the book, there was also an exclamation in the real room, which was made by Lu Huaiyi.

"Lu Huaiyi, why are you so surprised?"

"Old Jin, it's not about Armstrong's kidnapping case, there is a prototype, it's the famous American pilot case"

Lu Huaiyi hurriedly explained that he could see faster than Jin Zhongrui.

"Pilot case?"

Jin Zhongrui frowned and swiped the phone screen to speed up his reading. This was also the last part Chen Tianhong wrote.

Poirot returned to the old friend's box and told the director that he knew a terrible fact. The real identity of the dead businessman was the leader of a gangster who had committed the appalling Armstrong kidnapping.

Armstrong is a famous American pilot. His daughter was kidnapped, but after he paid the ransom, he still failed to save her young life. His wife was stimulated and died with her unborn child. He himself also died soon after. Suicide.

The nanny of their family also became one of the victims in the tragedy. After the case happened, she was suspected by the police and eventually jumped to her death because she couldn't bear it.

Although the real murderer was finally caught and brought to justice, he used his huge financial resources to buy up and down, and took advantage of judicial loopholes to escape trial in the end. He changed his name and left America and continued to live a life of a rich man.

After reading the last part, Jin Zhongrui could understand why Lu Huaiyi exclaimed all of a sudden. There were indeed similar cases in reality, and they caused a lot of trouble, and even promoted the birth of a bill at that time.

But there is another question, why did Chen Tianhong borrow real cases? Could it be that he wanted to allude to which era and the loopholes in the bill at that time?
But now the bill has been supplemented and improved!Besides, if you use a real case, you will lose a lot of expectation!

Or did I really think too much, and this story is not as good as I imagined?

Immediately, Jin Zhongrui shook his head and vetoed the idea, because now, no matter from which point of view, this is an excellent detective novel.

At this time, other people in the house also finished reading the story, and they also fell into various doubts.
The night was deep, and Chen Tianhong in another room was typing. The answer was written by him, but Jin Zhongrui and the others were destined to spend a sleepless night.

ps: The eggs have angel lights!

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