Rebirth one way to the north

Curiosity, this is the nature of most people; imagination, this is an important basis for human development and progress.Mystery novels with puzzle solving as the main framework use various puzzles to arouse readers' curiosity and require readers to use their own knowledge and imagination to participate in analysis, judgment, and reasoning. This can undoubtedly meet the reading needs of many readers.

Since the Chinese translation of "Tragedy on the Nile" and the script of "Twelve Angry Men" were published in "Yilin" magazine in 1979, mystery novels have gradually attracted a large number of readers in China. From the 80s to the 90s, Agatha Writers such as Christie, Conan Doyle, Chen Shunchen, Seicho Matsumoto, and Seiichi Morimura have become familiar names to readers.

Since China had not yet joined the Universal Copyright Convention at this time, translation and publication of foreign novels did not require author authorization, so European, American and Japanese mystery novels published during this period were quite abundant.However, in order to make money, many publishing houses and booksellers do not distinguish between good and bad in publishing books, but only focus on whether the content can catch people's attention, so it also contains a large number of low-style works, exaggerating violent and pornographic details.And this also led to the restraint of the domestic book market by the competent authorities after 89, which made mystery novels turn from prosperity to decline in China.Especially after 92, with my country's accession to the Universal Copyright Convention, publishing foreign mystery novels must first buy copyright, and the enthusiasm of publishing houses has greatly declined.

However, the enthusiasm of readers will not fade away. Many detective and mystery novels launched under the name of "legal literature", as well as those works that intersperse elements such as murder, suspense, violence, and pornography is popular.For example, "Xue Mili", who was pretended to be a Hong Kong female writer, and her creative team with Tian Yanning and Tan Li as the core produced more than a hundred series of novels, making booksellers a fortune.It is a pity that due to the mixed works of "Xue Mili" and the impact of piracy and counterfeiting, this glorious legend has gradually faded away.

It was the early winter of 87, Mo Bei had been reborn for two years, and his family had gradually gotten used to his being different. Even Sun Lihua was used to not interfering in his education.At school, Mo Bei still spends more absenteeism than class time, but his grades are still in the top three of the grade; he has been learning English with Mr. Xia for a year, and Mo Bei feels that he does not want to delay any longer, so he starts to do it. Create my own reasoning literature, and at the same time prepare to translate excellent foreign works.

Of course, writing is not something that can be achieved overnight, but Mo Bei used to make a living from writing and translating in his previous life. He has been tested from creativity to writing style, and now it is just a matter of practicing a few more articles to pick it up again.So during that time, Mo Bei always carried the manuscript paper and pen with him, and secretly refused to show anyone what he wrote.

Mo Xiangyang thought his son was practicing English, although he was very curious, but in order to respect the child's privacy, he did not inquire too much.Mo Bei also took the opportunity to ask his father to lock the door of his bedroom, as well as the drawer of the desk in the house.

Sun Lihua originally wanted to keep the spare key for herself, but Mo Bei insisted on getting all the keys into his own hands through Mo Xiangyang, which made Sun Lihua angry and funny, complaining: "Why is this kid so annoying when he does things?" , I don’t know what you’re pretending to be narrow-minded, and my own parents are on guard, what secrets do you have that we can’t know?”

Mo Bei thought for a while and said, "For example, there is a Doraemon hidden in the drawer."

Doraemon will not be introduced into the country until 91, and now Sun Lihua doesn't know what Doraemon is, and only thinks his son is making nonsense again, but Mo Xiangyang is very interested in asking, and Mo Bei talks a few paragraphs The story of Doraemon and Nobita.

Sun Lihua, who was so excited after Mo Bei's talk, finally came back to his senses, and first scolded Mo Jie: "I just listened to your brother telling stories. Have you finished your homework? Write it quickly, or the teacher will punish you tomorrow." Stop." And educated Mo Bei, "Don't just read some messy things for nothing, learn more useful things. You didn't take a good look at the "One Hundred Thousand Whys" I bought for you, and the money was wasted."

Mo Bei curled his lips, and went back to the bedroom to work on his creation without saying a word.

In the living room, Sun Lihua froze on her sweater for a while, then suddenly burst out laughing, and said to Mo Xiangyang, "It would be great if someone had such a cat, and I can take all weird things out of its pocket. It has to be a tool that can cook and cook by itself, well, it needs a tool to wipe the floor and wash clothes."

Mo Xiangyang was also happy: "You are not greedy. I think it would be great if the random door can be opened directly to the bank vault."

Sun Lihua said angrily, "You dare to think about it, but that's a crime."

Mo Xiangyang said, "If you think about it, you won't break the law."

Sun Lihua said: "Don't even think about breaking the law. How nice it is to live an honest life."

"Boom!" The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground startled Jinxin awake, she opened her eyes suddenly, but there was darkness in front of her eyes.

Although she just woke up from a dream, Jin Xin is extraordinarily awake, and her five senses seem to be extra sharp.She heard another sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, which made the floor seem to resonate, and then a man's indistinct cry came from nowhere. , It seems to be talking to himself when he is low.

Jin Xin covered her beating heart and listened for a while, and judged that the voice came from Liu Aifang's house across the door.She wrapped the quilt tightly, and carefully stretched out a hand to turn on the lamp beside the bed. As soon as her bare arms came into contact with the cold air, goose bumps immediately appeared, and Jin Xin shivered.

The man's cry continued. It was Liu Aifang's husband, Zhou Qing.Zhou Qing is seven years younger than Liu Aifang. He is just 31 this year. He is very handsome, but he has an evil spirit all over him, and he always likes to tease young girls.In contrast, Liu Aifang's deceased ex-doctor Fulin was much better than him.

……

Sitting on the sofa was a man wearing only a pair of underwear. He was holding a foot-long watermelon knife in one hand, and a purple-red mass in the other hand.He was cut open from chest to abdomen with a sharp weapon, his intestines flowed out, and blood flowed all over the floor.His eyes stared at Jin Xin who was standing at the door, his face was blood red, and if you looked closely, you would find that it was because this face had been cut into pieces like spider webs by a sharp weapon.

……

"Maybe, I will never know the answer to this question, or rather, I would rather not know. As Liu Aifang said before committing suicide, this ending is already the most satisfactory."

After writing the last full stop, Mo Bei put down the pen and moved his sore wrist.The child's hands are still too delicate, and after writing a [-]-word short story, the fingers are already sore from the pen holder.

It took a month for Mo Bei to complete the long-awaited seven short mysteries, including "The Murder in Jixiangyuan", "The Piano Mystery", "The Disappearance of a Freshman Girl", and "The Magician's Mirror". To "Woodpecker", "Harvest", "Youth Literature" and other magazines.

Then he started to translate "Daughter of Time".

"Daughter of Time" is different from the mystery novels that many domestic readers are used to. There are no confusing and confusing clouds in this book, and there are no Poirot or Sherlock Holmes-style detectives, and there are not even corpses that are necessary in most mystery novels.

In this book, Inspector Grant on the hospital bed accidentally sees a portrait of Richard III. For this notorious king in history, Grant unexpectedly finds that his face is not evil—Grant thinks, Although it is impossible to classify faces one by one, it is possible to characterize particular faces, but Richard III's face is clearly not that of a criminal.This aroused Grant's interest. Is Richard III, who has such an upright temperament, really the legendary villain who killed two young nephews in order to seize the throne?

The author Josephine Tey, through Grant's reasoning, exploits the generally accepted history and overthrows a 400-year-old historical conclusion.

To be honest, Mo Bei really doesn’t know if readers who have been fed up with all kinds of stimulating layouts, tricks, and techniques will like this novel, will they feel that its prose-like brushstrokes are too alienated, will they feel A large number of complex relationships between noble characters and historical events in the book are too boring. Will you be stung by the author's sharpness, or will you be oppressed by the dark dead ends of history at the end of the reading...

However, this work, known as a unique historical mystery novel, ranked first in the top [-] votes of the British Crime Writers Association, and has always been regarded as a strange book by mystery fans.Then, in China at this time, it will definitely be able to find its own bosom friend.

The truth this the daughter of time.

Truth is the daughter of time.

Mo Bei solemnly wrote down this ancient British proverb on the first page of the manuscript.

Grant lay on his white hospital bed and stared at the ceiling in disgust.He was well aware of every new crack in the white plane.He once turned this ceiling into a map and explored in it: shuttled between rivers, islands and land.He also used the ceiling to play guessing games, looking for hidden shapes; imagining faces, birds and fish.He also used the ceiling to do math, reliving his childhood; reciting theorems, measuring angles and doing trigonometry.But now Grant has nothing to do but stare at it.He hated this ceiling in his eyes.

The study with Xia Chengyu is still going on. Although Mo Bei has carefully controlled his study progress, his performance still surprised the people around him.Many students who are older than him—in fact, there is only one student who is younger than him here, who is still learning simple words like apple, apple, bee, and bee—will take it when Xia Chengyu is too busy. Ask this little genius for advice.Wei Yuxuan even got the advantage of being close to the water, and used Mo Bei as half of his tutor.

Mo Bei is not a very patient person, let alone a good teacher. He will only seriously tutor Wei Yuxuan when he asks for advice. As for others, it depends on his mood.Fortunately, he is young, even if others feel dissatisfied with being left out, they are too embarrassed to say anything about him.

Xia Chengyu sometimes sighed: "Mo Bei, Mo Bei, it's good to have personality, but don't let your personality become a sharp awl. When you poke others, you also hurt yourself. No one wants to be hurt under the threat of being stabbed. I'm going to be friends with the awl."

Mo Bei said: "Well, as you get older, your personality has become stereotyped, so it's hard to change."

Xia Chengyu: "..."

This child is eight years old, not 80 years old, right?Did she remember correctly?

"Auntie, auntie, auntie—" an eleven or twelve-year-old boy cooed like an old hen and flopped in. He was wrapped in a gray-blue down jacket like a big loaf, and his neck was pulled too high. Covering most of his face and his sight at the same time, he bumped Mo Bei directly.

The boy struggled to pull the scarf under his chin, looked down, and was amused: "Oh, I didn't see that there is a little one!" He reached out to pick up Mo Bei, and slapped his ass Twice ashes, "Does it hurt? Come on, brother will give you candy."

Holding two pieces of coconut candy in his palm, Mo Bei turned his head and hid from Xia Chengyu's side. A boy of this age is a humanoid tank, so he has to stay away.

Xia Chengyu said, "Xia Duo, knock the snow off your shoes before coming in."

The boy ran out again.

Xia Chengyu lowered her head and said to Mo Bei, "He's my little nephew named Xia Duo, he's almost twelve, he's not as safe as you."

While talking, Xia Duo came in again, and took off his down jacket, revealing the light gray V-neck sweater inside, and a white shirt was actually worn inside the sweater.For boys of this age, most families don’t pay special attention to how they dress. One is that children develop rapidly, and wearing clothes that fit today may look younger next month; tree, kick a ball, fight a fight, a good dress can be ruined.Looking at Xia Duo's clothes, he can tell that he has a good family background, and he doesn't seem like a native of Yunbian.

Xia Duo grinned and smiled at Xia Chengyu: "Auntie, look!" He stretched out his hand, and a grass snake rested on his hand, and he didn't know whether it was hibernating or dead.Xia Duo took the credit: "I saw it in the grove, and brought it back for you to drink."

Xia Chengyu smiled wryly: "Thank you, I don't drink bubble wine. Is this alive or dead? Be careful and slow down and bite you later."

Xia Duo played with the snake by its tail: "I see that there are snakes soaked in Grandpa's wine bottle, as well as ginseng, wolfberry, um, there seems to be seahorses."

Xia Chengyu: "Then you send it to your grandfather?"

Xia Duo: "That's fine. I'll put it in my schoolbag and take it back when I return to Beijing during the Chinese New Year."

Xia Chengyu: "Xia Duo, aunt is joking, you can't take the snake on the train. Look, my little brother is scared by you, let him go."

Mo Bei felt that Xia Chengyu's palm on the back of his neck was cold, so he nodded calmly: "I'm scared! I'm going to cry."

Xia Duo regretted releasing his prey, and Mo Bei did not forget to tell him to throw it away for Xia Chengyu, so Xia Duo ran away wrapped like a piece of bread—he sent the snake back to the place where it was found. Went to the woods.