god of reasoning

Chapter 1 "Magic Flame" ([-])

It's a hot summer.

Evening, hotel.

"How much do you know about dismemberment?" I asked the fat man in front of me.

"I don't know much about it. I just occasionally wrote one or two novels on this subject. I mainly write secret room reasoning." The other party replied while throwing a large piece of chicken into his mouth.

My name is Xin Yu, and I am a writer of mystery novels.

The fat guy sitting opposite me is called Kung Pao Chicken, of course, this is a pseudonym.Like me, he is also a reasoning writer. We met on the Internet a few years ago and hit it off very well.And it happens that we are in the same city, so in reality, we often come out to get together and discuss various topics about reasoning.

"I read the book a few days ago."

"What book?" He still asked while eating without looking up.

"Disintegrate the causes."

"Oh, yes, Yasuhiko Nishizawa's debut work is a collection of short stories, right?"

"Yes, the introductions on the Internet are very mysterious, such as 'the working girl who was dismembered in the elevator in just 16 seconds', 'the housewife who was cut into 34 pieces', etc., I was very itchy, so I went to I bought a copy online." At this point, I suddenly realized that this topic is not suitable for discussion at the dinner table, so I looked up at the other party.

At this time, Ding Ji just threw another piece of chicken into his mouth, which reminded me of the idiom "cannibalism". "That book seems to be only available in traditional characters, so it should be very expensive?" He lowered his head and started to eat again. It seems that his appetite was not affected by this topic. It may be because he is also a reasoning writer, so he is already immune to the content of this kind of conversation.

"It's not very expensive, but it's still slightly more expensive than domestic novels."

"How's the content? Is it good?" He asked in a swallowing voice.

"It's very good!" I nodded affirmatively, "Although the tricks are not as exciting as expected, the logic in the novel is very powerful, and the motives are also very novel. It is the best among all the mystery novels I have read in recent years." I like—none of them.”

"Hearing what you said, I'm also itchy. Let me have a look at another day." After hearing my introduction, Ji Ding finally stopped his gluttony, looked up at me, and there was something in his eyes. A strong desire to read that outweighs your appetite.

"Okay, I'll find it for you when I get back." Seeing that the chicken had finished eating, and the current topic was indeed not suitable for discussion in a noisy restaurant, I beckoned the waiter to pay the bill.

Chicken Ding didn't even show any symbolic courtesy, he just leaned back on the chair, caressing the high and protruding belly that seemed to be pregnant for several months, as if I should treat him.I had no choice but to take out my wallet.

three days later.

Evening, hotel.

"I've finished reading the book." Ding Ji said while throwing a large piece of chicken into his mouth. I'm used to his 'cannibalism' eating.

"Oh, it's really fast, how is it? Not bad?" I lent him the book yesterday, and I didn't expect to finish it today. The speed is really admirable.

"It's really good... Cough..." At this point, it seemed that his throat was stuck by the food, and he coughed continuously. He took several sips of drink before he recovered his breath.

"Famous reasoning writer choked to death while eating" - such a dramatic report title suddenly flashed in my mind.

"What are you laughing at?" The other party seemed to notice the strange curvature of my mouth, and asked suspiciously.

"It's nothing..." I recovered from my boring imagination.

"By the way, I finished reading this book last night and was so excited that I couldn't sleep, so I wrote a novel with the same theme overnight to pay tribute to it." He said, and took out a few sheets of manuscript paper full of words from his pocket.

If reading a novel of more than 300 pages in one day is nothing, then I can only use shock to describe my current feelings when I can rush out a novel overnight after reading it.

"Please take a look for me and give me some comments. But I wrote it in a hurry, I haven't written the ending yet, and I haven't refined the text, so you don't have to pay too much attention to the details, as long as you understand what I want to express." After Ji Ding finished speaking, he handed over the manuscript paper in his hand.

"Okay." After finishing speaking, I reached out to take the manuscript paper and looked down:

[text of the novel]
"Magic Flame"

It is a sunny afternoon.

I was walking alone in the deserted streets.This is a high-end residential area in City S. Except for one or two high-end cars passing by occasionally, there are no other pedestrians on the road.

Half an hour ago, I received a text message from CASE. He invited me to his house to read his latest collection of rare mystery novels. I happened to have nothing to do, so I simply packed up and went out.

CASE is a netizen of mine. He is a half-hearted mystery writer. His biggest hobby is to collect mystery novels, but I think he has read less than one-tenth of all the books he collected.

It happened to be three o'clock in the afternoon when I came to CASE's house. Because I have read and written too many mystery novels, I am always very sensitive to time. Every time I go to a place or do something, I always have to Confirm the time first.

CASE's family is very rich, and his home is a gorgeous two-story villa.From a long distance, I saw the glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows of his bedroom on the second floor changing different colors under the sunlight.

As I approached, the gorgeous color gradually became monotonous and became clear. Through the water-like glass, I saw CASE standing in front of the window, as if looking into the distance.

"Hi! Which beauty are you peeking at again?" I greeted him loudly, but the other party ignored me, as if he was fascinated by something.So I decided to sneak up and scare him.

I came to the door of his villa and rang the doorbell a few times, but no one answered, so I went forward and turned the doorknob, but the door was unlocked.His parents are abroad all year round, and there is only one part-time worker at home to help with cleaning and cooking, and that part-time worker is not around at this time.So I entered the house, and the magnificent hall came into my eyes.I took off my shoes, put them on the shoe rack by the door, and walked across the hall with the plush Persian carpet to the stairs.

Suddenly, a pungent smell mixed with a burst of heat hit my face. I twitched my nose and smelled it. It was the smell of burning objects.At this time, a puff of smoke filled the air from the stairs.

"No, it's on fire." I yelled as I rushed to the stairs, "CASE, it's on fire!"

But thick smoke was billowing on the stairs, and flames kept gushing out of the corner. It seemed that the fire above was not small, and I probably couldn't rush in with my personal ability.So I backed out from the original road, stood at the gate and dialed 119 on my mobile phone.

The speed of the fire brigade was really fast. Less than 5 minutes after I made a call, several fire engines roared to the scene.They are docked in different positions around the CASE home, and together spray water into it with a high-pressure faucet.

Time passed by, and the fire gradually became smaller, but I still didn't see CASE coming out of it.

When the fire was completely extinguished, I subconsciously looked at my watch again, it was [-]:[-] in the afternoon.Exactly one hour had passed since I arrived at CASE's house and found a fire.

The fire was completely extinguished, and several firefighters in hard hats entered the burnt ruins - CASE's home.Soon, one of them turned back and walked towards me.

"Excuse me, did you call the police?" He took off his helmet and asked me.

I nodded.

"Excuse me, do you know the owner of this house?" He continued to ask.

"Yes, he is my friend, what's wrong?" I felt very strange, but then I thought, maybe they found CASE's body, so they wanted to ask me to confirm.

"We found a charred body upstairs." What he said next was exactly what I expected.

"Do you need me to confirm my identity?" I asked

"Let's talk about it later when the police arrive."

"Why wait for the police?" I was a little surprised.

"Because your friend was dismembered." After saying this, he turned around and returned to the ruins behind him again, leaving me standing there blankly with a surprised face.

"Dismembering the body..." I kept murmuring this familiar yet unfamiliar word.I am familiar because I have read this word countless times in mystery novels, and I am unfamiliar because it is the first time I have encountered an event related to this word in the real world.

(End of this chapter)