[Comprehensive] Correct usage of framed hero

This article is sure to be popular. Chris, who was still full of irritability at the beginning, took the document and read a few pages with suppressed anger. It is very in line with the entertainment spirit of this era, full of eye-catching stimuli such as violence, desire, and games without rules. It does not mean that the author's writing is smooth and beautiful, and even to some extent, Chris can't help being a little bit I thought harshly, it would be great if the person who wrote this article had a little professional training in writing. Of course, thinking this way is not because Chris thinks this article is not good enough, but because it is so good that people can bear it. Can't help but want to make it more perfect.

——It has a great beginning, the protagonist is a third-rate detective, of course, this third-rate evaluation comes from other perspectives in the text.Then at the beginning, he was invited by his friend who was a police detective to help solve a murder case with a high IQ.

With the deepening of the case, everyone found that this killer, who had seamless means of committing crimes, was clean and precise, and proficient in various criminal investigations, was being discovered by detectives.

In a series of incidents, this so-called third-rate detective has shown a huge reserve of knowledge far beyond that of a professional, and has all the excellent qualities of a top detective.

So a huge question can not help but hang in the mind of the editor-in-chief.Why is this kind of person just a third-rate detective?He should have been famous all over the world!Could it be because of his selective amnesia?But even so, it is only him who forgets, not the people around him, could it be——

Seeing this, Chris has already regarded his friend detective as a treacherous villain who usurped the fruits of victory.

Yes, he speculated in his mind.No wonder the detective didn't tell the detective what he had already deduced clearly. He must have noticed it, and realized that he has been a pathetic figure who has been deceived all along.It must be that guy who used his amnesia to take the glory for himself!

Yes, it must be so.And because of the police detective's publicity, the surrounding policemen will regard the protagonist as a low-level third-rate detective.

The editor-in-chief continued to look down enthusiastically, and before he knew it, half of the manuscript in his hand had been turned over.

——For an existence that may forget what happened in the past at any time, only rely on strong reasoning ability, collect information in real time to infer the truth of what happened, and pretend to be a normal person all the time, there are really few in this world There is an illusion that can be hidden from these eyes.

The editor-in-chief, who was waiting for the protagonist to restore his reputation, suddenly found that his head was not enough.

There are indications that this is not the first time the detective has confronted the killer. The detective has asked him to help solve the case more than once, so why hasn't he caught the killer until now?

The next developments are jaw-dropping, and Mr. Detective narrows down the finale.He crossed out those hypotheses one by one, and then showed a wry smile in front of the final result.

dallwhiains, however improbable, must be the truth.

(Once you have ruled out all impossible facts, what remains, however improbable, is the truth.)

After he ruled out all the impossibilities, he suddenly discovered that the perpetrator with amazing and brilliant criminal methods was himself.

After a feast of reasoning and a cruel contest between wits and wits, the only thing the sad detective with selective amnesia can do is to pay for what he has done—he It took a lot of hard work to muddy the clear water again, and bring the murderer out of justice forever.

As a result, the detective who failed to solve the case lost his commission as a matter of course, and became a third-rate detective known to everyone, with only occasional flashes of inspiration. Still unnamed.

This is really a poor life that is both successful and failed, and while it is extremely enjoyable (after all, the various layouts in it are so wonderful), it can't help feeling pity.

——Without a doubt, this should be this issue of the magazine, no, not just this issue, this should be the main feature of this magazine in the future!

Chris slapped the document on the table excitedly. Only then did he notice that there was still a person standing in the office—the editor Jonathan Smith was still standing aside, waiting for his decision with anticipation. Woolen cloth!

"Mr. Jonathan," Chris showed his employees a smile that was more precious than sunshine on a cloudy day for the first time: "You, contact the author right now."

……

If there must be something in Makoto Ito that people have to admire, it is probably that seemingly inexhaustible self-confidence.

Stuck in submitting the manuscript one day before the submission deadline, Ito stopped thinking about it, but focused on another thing——

Although the current life is considered to be stable for the time being, but considering future development and plans, Ito feels that he needs a legal channel, which will not [if you look carefully, you will find that the information appeared out of thin air, and all previous experiences are forged. ]'s resume is not only used for gold plating, but also allows him to expand his social circle and better contact and integrate into this world.

Ito felt that maybe he should go to school like an ordinary person.This is the cheapest, most convenient and easy way at present, and then all the way from high school to university, even if the current identity certificate is forged, it will become real by then.

But that's all, he only spent a day looking at the profiles of the schools on the Internet, focusing first on the safety of the surrounding environment of the school - even if it is a copy of someone else's body template, but Ito is very clear , What does an identical face mean, and although it is currently impossible to guess what happened to the original owner of the template, but for Ito, who has to maintain a rigorous personality at all times, it also means that there is a possibility of encountering danger .

After all, judging from the weirdness of the body, it can still grow to a height of 188 after lying down for at least two years. The background of the original body template also has to make people think deeply.

So in the end, relying on the information of "enough to fool ordinary people" and Ito's actually very sharp eloquence, he passed the application for admission to a church school.

Along with the admission letter, there is also a contract for a manuscript from the magazine.

Although it is not an achievement worth celebrating, the career has finally progressed.

However, the development of reality is always full of tension and surprises than expected. When the first ray of spring wind blows to the Massachusetts Bay of the North Atlantic, the series of mystery novels with absurd names "Part-time Killer and His Amnesia" has become the most searched word in the United States. .

The story of the third-rate detective comes overwhelmingly in a volcanic eruption, and is loved by people with unparalleled enthusiasm.

And the author who concocted all kinds of ingenious reasoning events was once crowned as "Agatha Christie" second, one of the most precious brains in human history.

Because the descriptions of various details are very delicate and realistic, whether it is the part-time killer's subterranean and rational personality, but the substantively whimsical or even crazy layout, or the third-rate detective's hard-to-break but pressing reasoning and evidence-seeking, it is very good. Touching, but the most exciting thing is the various puzzles created by the protagonist in order to escape, which makes people even feel that even the author's own writing style is praised as being comparable to a scalpel Precise and cool elegance.

There is also a lot of speculation about the author's gender on K. Half of the people think that the person who can write this kind of thing must be a strong man. Some people think that from the author's id, this is clearly a mature and elegant woman. .

Even many celebrity big bowls have rushed to express their opinions one after another, whether they are on the male side or the female side.

Faced with such a frenzied situation that stirred up almost everyone's emotions with just one serial novel, Ito was...a bit surprised by this, but he was not delighted.

He even appeared a little indifferent because of being too calm.

——The other party doesn't look like any 16-year-old boy at all. Of course, what makes Chris, who came all the way from Los Angeles, keep quiet for a long time is that the other party only needs to tighten the corners of his mouth slightly, and it will make people feel fear from the bottom of their hearts. In other words, the whole body is tense... with profound majesty.

Yes, although it is ridiculous to use the word majestic to describe a 16-year-old boy, but whether it is the neat short black hair, the scarlet eyes that make no one see any emotion, and the fact that he is too tall and strong even for an adult The body of each body... the composition of each body is using the actual existence to describe the meaning of majesty.

Chris subconsciously moved his body towards the back of the chair.

"So, what you mean is that your company wants to represent the copyright of "Part-time Killer and His Amnesia"?" After Chris took out the agreement and placed it in front of Ito for 32 minutes, the boy finally said sound.

——His voice is also low and hoarse, which is close to maturity.

Chris noticed that during this long period of time that seemed to him to have spent a winter again, although the other party also carefully read the agreement from beginning to end, he did not understand the benefit distribution formula. That page stays for a long time (usually that is what the authors care about), but the whole article maintains a fairly stable and calm speed, and reads the thick stack of 54 pages without any hassle document.

Chris couldn't figure out what he was paying attention to. This guy was as elusive as the protagonist in his book. The editor-in-chief, who was originally full of confidence but now somehow felt that the future of things was unpredictable, couldn't help but think so.

Then he saw that the other party took out a thick stack of documents from the hotel's simple but extremely neat drawer and put it in front of his eyes.

There are about 12 copies, and the reason why Chris can distinguish them at a glance is probably because of the color labels that are neatly pasted on the upper right corner of the documents, and the standard is that the error of the marking position of each document will not exceed 1 mm.

Therefore, even if all the pages are so regular that it can only be cut out of thin air to a level of stunned order, Chris, who has roughly guessed what these are, still feels a headache.

Those bastards, obviously the other party is a genius they dug out by themselves, but they attacked first!Chris looked angrily and desperately at the arrogantly familiar logo on the top document, unexpectedly, even this behemoth offered an olive branch at the first time, didn't they obviously insist on the reserved argument of letting the author take the initiative!

Without wasting time for the other party to check them one by one, Ito thought that it would be enough to just lay out these documents, but he thoughtfully adjusted the text to face the other party's direction, and then said again: "I agree."

"Huh?" The editor-in-chief, who was completely immersed in pessimism, responded casually, but he quickly realized that he even stood up in surprise: "What, you agreed?"

But Chris knows that some of them are famous for their strong financial resources and spending money like water!

"Because, first, you solved the guardian issue for me last year. I am very grateful." Ito didn't care about the emotional instability of the other party, and didn't mention the other party's reluctance at the time and even kept the manuscript fee to a minimum. Instead, he first showed that he was a grateful person, and waited tolerantly and considerately for Chris to stabilize his emotions before continuing to speak: "Second, don't you think that this article is very suitable for being adapted into a script?" Is it?" ——Ito Fuyun, since you have decided to be an angel, don't let any insignificant details disturb the shaping of this image.

Ito stared straight at this professional elite who was at least 20 years older than him, and said sincerely: "Third, I need an agent."

The eyes met, and in the bright light of the room in the afternoon, the scarlet eyes of the other party shone with a translucent and beautiful color like jewels. After a dizzying trance, Chris felt that he had no reason to refuse.

Then when he walked out of this seemingly unremarkable small hotel, Chris fully realized what he just got—from now on, the most popular author in the United States today is completely under his own banner .

This is really the news of the decisive victory that makes the hair stand on end as long as you think about it, especially when you know how cruel competition you have been picked. This kind of victory is no less than that of a small country that is obviously barren and weak Miraculously defeated the world's most powerful country in the war, a feat that can only be described as a miracle.

But soon Chris realized that this matter was much more troublesome than he had imagined——Ito, he refused to accept any form of exposure, as if those successes that were enough to fascinate anyone were very unimportant, and he would rather He went to theology class in a well-behaved manner, surrounded by a group of girls who were inexplicably fascinated by him to the point of being annoying, and he was unwilling to accept any interview, even if it was just a radio interview without showing his face.

"Don't you think that the continued mystery will further expand her influence?" After Chris finally couldn't restrain his strong protest, Ito gave an answer that could be regarded as a reason.

God knows what will happen if the mystery continues!Chris, who had already been suggested by several curious [big shots], wailed in his heart, but as long as he saw the other party's quiet eyes, Chris couldn't say anything.

"Now is not the right time." Ito didn't care what Chris thought, which was why he chose Chris at the time. After all, Ito cared more about his own future development than generous remuneration.

——Different from those who simply yearn for success, for Ito, success has always been a cruel and interesting survival game.

And completely different from what Chris expected, Ito did not hand him the first script until the third month after signing the contract, and this script has nothing to do with the unlucky part-time killer. It is another wonderful reasoning story.

Although I know that Ito is very talented in novels, it is obvious that the other party is even more talented in scripts, and he has been completely immersed in reading, but the professional instinct deeply rooted in his bones makes Chris subconsciously evaluate—whether it is the scene The construction of the film, the dialogue of the personnel, and the reversal setting of the scene are all progressive and guide the climax.

It is a very standard and professional super first-class playwright level.

The compliment to the manager was just a polite smile in response. What Ito thought was that the current physical recovery has reached its limit. No matter how hard he trains, it is just a daily exercise. In a short period of time, he really cannot expect a better level up.

In this regard, Ito can't help but feel a little regretful. Although he doesn't know who he is, there is no doubt that Ito thinks that he is now the weakest in history.

However, he has indeed done everything he can do so far, and next, it is time for him to advance the plan step by step.

Chris from Ai Ai in the current issue called and said that because there was a character in the script that had too special requirements and it was impossible to find a suitable candidate to play it, and asked Ito to re-edit the script, he clamped the phone to his ear, and Ito wrote smoothly on his notebook. While writing the topic of his speech in tomorrow's theology class, he replied with the same tone: "So, can you let me try?"

As if the guy who deliberately set up a very special role in the script was not himself, Ito's answer was calm and upright, and even though he was doing two things with one mind, a string of thin and sharp blades flashed out from the man's scarred left finger. Smooth streamer.

……

The crew's filming situation today is very bad. Because of the director's bad temper, everyone is careful not to make mistakes, so as not to accidentally become a sad punching bag.

After a set of long shots finally finished shooting, the hero fled to the lounge as if he had been pardoned.His back looks like a rabbit being chased by wild dogs.

But the great director James, who is the center of the vortex, didn't feel that there was anything wrong with him.On the contrary, he felt that it was because he was too talkative that someone would give him such absurd opinions.

He was sitting on the comfortable director's chair, fiddling with the script that had completely attracted him, but he was not at all uncomfortable.

Today's young people don't know the heights of the sky and the earth with a little talent, thinking that being able to write a good story can represent everything?You know, acting and writing are completely, completely different things! !How dare he say that he is suitable for the role of William?

While he was thinking of giving this talented guy a blow, so that he would not be too frivolous, at the same time he was afraid that if his fighting spirit would be hit, it would affect his future creation.

And then, in this maddening tangle of repeated bouts, he finally got to the writer of the script, who auditioned for the character William.

The development of things was unexpected. This Italian with a Japanese name seemed to know how to attract people's attention by nature.

In addition to the other party's familiarity with the script and his natural good conditions, he has an exquisite sense of control over the camera.

This is a real genius——James, who originally planned to put on a little show and immediately rejected him, after the audition, finally experienced the happiness and joy of being hit by a pie from the sky after Chris successfully signed the contract. Tangled complex feelings.

Of course, even a talented rookie is still a rookie. Makoto Ito's first appearance on the screen was so short that there were actually less than 10 shots.

But because of the director's strict requirements, and because of the importance of the role, he was left on the set and filmed repeatedly for more than a week.

But there is nothing to complain about. After all, it is a necessary job. Ito knows this clearly, but what makes Ito a little bit concerned is the familiar feeling when standing in the middle of the set - he doesn't even need to care, he knows Knowing where the camera is, when to shift eyes and where to look, and how to move, this is a valuable skill that obviously requires considerable experience to apply proficiently.

Ito kept putting together these tiny details in his mind, and after a brief pause in his eyes on the dark street, Ito walked back to his temporary residence.

Then his steps stopped at the door.

His gaze stayed on the doorknob—according to his past habits, before leaving the door, there was usually a piece of slender hair that should be fixed between the door and the door frame so that it would not be noticeable.

It has been completely broken now, and combined with the dangerous people who looked extremely sturdy and made people want to stay away unconsciously when they were on the road, Ito has already preliminarily judged that the other party did not have good intentions The fact of coming to visit.

However, even with such a clear cognition, Ito took out the key from his pocket without any delay. In the air, even the slight crisp sound of the keys colliding with each other seemed so ordinary and ordinary.

He inserted the key into the keyhole firmly.

Although in fact he didn't have much confidence in his own force at this time, he quickly confirmed that there were at least three people in his room holding their breath.

The key turned slightly inside the door lock once, and then with a "click", the door was locked.

Just inserting the key in the door, Ito didn't delay for a second, took a quick step back, turned around and ran away.

Then, after he had run 20 meters, the people in the room reacted and rushed to the door. The locked door was a bit troublesome to open, and the other party fired without patience.

At this time, Ito had already run 50 meters away.

——When someone threatens you with a gun, the best strategy is to turn around and run, because most people's hit rate is actually very low. This is a point that is tirelessly expressed in many self-defense textbooks.

However, this situation obviously does not apply at present.

Although the brain has already calculated the speed and direction of the bullet based on the wind direction, temperature, and humidity, and also provided the best escape curve by the way for the buy one get one free—but only from the opponent’s unhesitating shooting behavior, Ito That is, it has been determined that the enemy is professional and has ruthless thoughts about him.

It was the worst that could have been expected.

Of course, Ito is not unprepared for this. First of all, although it is a temporary residence, the location Ito chose is close to the busy city and the terrain is complicated; Anyone who does it should be more in place - even, even the secret lanes that the locals rarely know, which store on this street is out for a while, and they are not at home these days, this kind of piecemeal but very comprehensive Ito has all the information.

Nimblely leaping again, he quietly climbed onto the eaves of the house that Ito had selected as the second nest because the owner was traveling to other places.

The arm holding the outdoor drainpipe to fix his body trembled slightly due to too much force, but Ito still breathed smoothly and kept quiet, completely without the tension of facing an enemy chasing several times his own. The dangerous state of wandering is actually very enjoyable—whether it is psychological or physical, he is even slightly touched by the tense feeling of adrenaline rushing through the blood vessels.

The other party didn't seem to expect that his escape would be so clean and neat. After searching around for a while holding a gun, one of them finally couldn't help shouting: "Xanxus, where is your pride as the leader of Varian? Just like you suddenly It's like a softie running to sell your ass, don't you just hide now?"

"Fuck, are you soft like a bitch already? Didn't you learn how to kneel down and blow?"

"Xanxus, Varian, change of personality..." Ito didn't care about the other party's cynicism at all, and collected information he thought would be useful with a clear mind.

However, since the other party dared to openly break into the civilian area and set up an ambush, it is naturally impossible to only have this ability-the condescending Ito saw them cautiously communicating with each other through the radio and shrinking the encirclement.

When one of them finally passed under the eaves, Ito adjusted his movements lightly, hooked his feet on the pipe, stretched his head downward like a bat hanging upside down, swung slightly, and the blade between his fingers shone slightly, A cloud of blood surged out from the target's neck, and before he could even make a sound, he fell limp to the ground.

Ito leaned his body against the wall and landed on the window eaves with only one hand.

"3 seconds" habitually raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, before Ito searched the opponent's equipment with a calm expression.

Turning a blind eye to the contact machine that kept calling the code back and forth, Ito's goal was the gun and magazines on the deceased. Although time was urgent (Ito didn't expect what happened here to be delayed), he still searched as carefully as possible Checked the other party's ID. Of course, he didn't expect it to be true, but it was still one of the valid clues after all.

When 15 seconds later, the opponent finally confirmed that he had lost a member, Ito had already walked to another street.

He caught up with a black suit heading this way.

Without hesitation, when the other party was still in the cognitive state of just discovering the target, Ito had already started running quickly—not backward, but forward.

Then, before he could react at all, he had already enjoyed the same treatment as his previous companions. After a flash of the knife, a fast and fierce line of blood shot out from his throat.

"5 seconds", I just read out the time in a low voice, and Ito continued to walk forward without stopping, until he walked another 3 meters, and the strong body just fell to the ground.

However, Ito didn't feel complacent at all in his heart. As he had been worried about before, it was obviously just a clever double kill in a short period of time and didn't consume much physical strength, but Ito had already felt the limit of this body, no, it wasn't Fatigue or any other negative state, but the kind of body that obviously has plenty of energy in it, but is unable to exert its function because it is trapped by some invisible thing, and it is even impossible to stretch the whole body. As long as the force is slightly too strong, the body will immediately Broken—like frozen steel, a sense of danger that is both hard and fragile.

He stood at the corner of the alley as naturally and concealedly as possible, estimating in his mind the time when the next member of the other party would arrive—at least 20 seconds, and quickly re-passed the map in his mind, and Ito confirmed, There is enough time.

He took out the phone from his trouser pocket, tapped the screen with his finger, and dialed three numbers: "911."

"Here is..." I never thought it was shameful to use the strength of others. To a certain extent, Ito believed that people who did not know how to borrow power were stupid. Therefore, because of his special physical condition, he had already considered that he would have today's Ito memorized the process of calling the police by heart.

However, before he finished speaking, the hair on his back stood up reflexively. Without thinking about it, Ito immediately rolled on the spot, and with a "poof", a bullet rushed out of the silencer The muffled sound hit the wall next to where he had just stood, and stone fragments were scattered everywhere.

Ito subconsciously looked in the direction of the bullet. In the night, above the wall he had passed by just now, there was a little baby who was wearing a suit and a top hat. Although he had only two heads, he was standing quietly.

Aware of Ito's sight, the little baby jumped slightly, and came to Ito at a speed that ordinary people could hardly achieve.

"Mafia matters are resolved within the Mafia." The baby's flat to strange voice did not fluctuate. As he said this, he raised his hand again without looking back, and shot the black suit that appeared on the other side of the road in the head. , "Please lend me your phone."

Ito looked at the little baby expressionlessly, and didn't feel a little neglect and contempt because of the strange body of the other party. On the contrary, Ito felt that this was the most powerful baby he had seen in this world so far. people (or whatever).

He once again confirmed the distance of the baby's jump with his eyes, as well as his shooting action that was so fast that the human naked eye could not recognize it. He had already judged in his heart that if the other party insisted, he would have already become a corpse in this bad state.

After a pause, Ito put away the gun he had drawn out at some point, and reached out to hand over the phone—this was not a weak compromise, but based on an effective and clear judgment of the brain, and the other party was not hostile.

"I'm r," the little baby quickly dialed a number: "Please send me nine takeaways, I want it now."