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Why do you keep writing more and more and you can’t hold it anymore? It’s already 19 words. According to the estimate of 20 words, it’s already entering the final stage, but how come it’s just reached its climax?

"It's simply a robbery, and there are fake fathers and sons..." Jing Zai said to himself, could he be good at this, then is he in love with the senior or the junior?

The slow progress of the plot is certainly not because of the psychological feeling of the ancestor drinking milk, "Well, Gong's mental activities at this time, regard Morijin as food and prey, my private cow probably means this, no, it is getting more and more sexual gone."

Mirror Cub has a bad habit of biting pens when writing. The more he can't write, the more he bites. There is a pair of pens on the ground that are deformed by biting.

Oh, he used a pencil.

Unable to write, Jing Zai decided to go for a walk.

collect wind.

The original president seemed very disturbed, "President Tsurumi, no, Mr. Tsurumi, I have seen too many novelists who say they go to pick up the wind and never come back. How about not seeing the garden for three years like the predecessors, writing Don’t worry about going out again after you’re done.”

"I still need your consent to go out. I'm going to sell the magazine to recover the investment and stop paying the debt after the nonsense."

The original president shut up.

He dared not take any chances.

The fanciful Mirror Pigeon is wearing a writer's standard hat, holding a cup of high-calorie fried chicken nuggets and milk tea while walking and eating, and his posture is extremely rampant.

Walking in the opposite direction from the opposite side of the street from a distance, a young man with a similar personality, wearing a detective hat, curled hair, holding a shopping bag of snacks, squinting his eyes while eating while walking, felt that Edogawa Ranbu was holding potato chips The bag looks like a mirror image to the man across the street.

Passerby: Who copied who?Is there a mirror between them?

Edogawa Ranpo: The snacks are suddenly not delicious.

He looked at the man across the street, and all the data that he would drill out in the past were now question marks.

Caven's serious novelist also saw Ranpo Edogawa. He first acted strangely, looked at the opposite side in a daze, then smiled at himself, and walked forward leisurely.From the perspective of others, it seems that the two have so many stories.

#Could it be that I know him? #

Just his eyes made Ranpo Edogawa, who was so sensitive as if he had installed countless sensors all over his body, feel numb. On the way back from the supermarket to the detective agency, Ranpo kept thinking about the young man he met by chance.

"When did I meet a novelist who hasn't published a single book?"

He sat on the window sill and thought, but the window sill was not high, and a three-coloured cat pricked up its ears alertly.

"Mr. Ranpo." The conscientious Kunikida Doppo of the detective agency brought hot tea and handed it to the famous detective, "It looks like you have encountered a strange incident."

"Meet a strange person."

Now he and the cat are very curious, "What kind of person?"

"...It's very similar to me."

Ranpo was talking about appearance, but Kunikida Doppo understood character, or brain?

It's scary that there is another Ranpo-san hiding in Yokohama!

The cat jumped off the roof and searched in the direction where Edogawa Ranbu came back. If he was lucky, he might find traces.Although cats are not good at tracking, old cats can occasionally be lucky, because the back is really strangely similar——

The down-and-out novelist stood at the intersection, staring at the cracks in the road blankly, until the driver of the pickup truck honked impatiently, and then hurried to the opposite side.

A cat stood at the entrance of the alley and meowed at him.

Come on, people don't hide in front of cats, let the old man judge your authenticity!

Then--

His body was weightless, he was picked up and stuffed into the vest.

Meow meow meow?

The cat's head protrudes from the beige cross-striped vest. From the cat's perspective, it is too high off the ground. Would anyone involuntarily grab a strange cat and stuff it into the clothes?At this moment, the cat's head is full of question marks.

Just let him see what the young man wants to do.

The kidnapper of the cat was just a whim. An old cat on the side of the road seduced him and he naturally went up. That's what a decent person would do. Maybe the wild cat finally wants to have a home.

It's the first time for a cat who doesn't know that he has been connoted to settle in a young man's vest.

"Meow meow~"

The uncle was still meowing sweetly, and the mirror cub couldn't help touching it.

A swordsman who is very sensitive to meowing, dressed as if he came out of the Edo period, is looking at the business owner Cat in astonishment, "Old, teacher?"

Fukuzawa Yukichi: Shocked, my teacher pretended to be a cat!

Normally, when he wanted to touch it, the traitor's hat fell off.

Shui Jing returned to the magazine office with her newly acquired kitten. The former president waited for him like a watchman, and when he saw him come back, he jumped up immediately, "President, the printing and typesetting have been arranged, and the cover has also invited famous people." Illustrator, just wait for your finale!"

... No, he can still write a hundred thousand words.Cough, how to tell the former president of this fact.

"actually--"

"Ok?"

"Disgusting, don't look at me like that." After stroking the dazed kitten, the depressing novelist returned to the little black room.

Is this young man a novelist?There are also successful people who have their own magazine.

Then why does he have a face like today and no tomorrow? Could it be that he is terminally ill.

Putting the cat down, Mirror Cub sat behind the table and sighed.

"Ahhhh!"

In the office (the little dark room) there is the howling of a man who must be finished.

Maomao was startled.

Then it saw a dozen manuscripts.

The novelist has already given up on himself and slept to death.

Natsume Soseki shook his beard and stepped forward quietly——

"Sha!" Mori Jinwai?

"Meow??" Pregnant?

"Mi?!!" Father and son?

"Hiss!" What is this?

Are all the young novelists nowadays so heavy-mouthed? No wonder they haven’t made their debut in ten years. How can they make their debut when they write this kind of novelty hunting?

Natsume Soseki looked embarrassed.

In the end, he gave up on himself and not only bought a magazine by himself, but also couldn’t finish writing... Maomao scratched his head, thinking of himself who had done so many times.

Is it wrong for novelists not to finish their novels? Inspiration doesn’t just come when you want it.

So, what is the ending of Mori Tsugai and Sengura? Can this novel really be written in 20 words, and it must not be written in seven or eight volumes, like f*te?

Shui Jing naturally knew that a cat peeked at his novel while he was asleep.That's what he planned, and he was a little shy to let the only writer known to have written a novel take a look.

Looking at the cat with a dignified expression, turning the pages with its little paws, and the way its fur puffs up from time to time, Jing Zai couldn't help comforting himself, this cat is a master, a master!

What kind of kitten did the uncle turn into!

An hour later, Natsume Soseki quickly finished "The Egg of the Black Goat".

After reading: Buying a magazine is the right decision.

The content of this novel is really too advanced!

"Hmm." Mirror Cub woke up, made a cup of coffee, and said to himself, "Did I pick up a cat?"

Natsume Soseki on the table: ...you just forgot the old man?

"Oh...you are here." The novelist walked over and hugged the cat on the chair, and stroked it.

"I'm sure I can't finish it."

"But the original president expected so much, it's really difficult."

"Let's run away."

"It's shameful to escape, but it's useful, right?"

Meow meow to you!

Natsume Soseki rewarded the junior novelist with a cat cat fist.

"Hiss! Scratching people, isn't it still neutered? Male cats are troublesome."

Wait, how do you know the old man is a tomcat?The old man never cocks his tail!

Shui Jing didn't know why this big guy turned into a cat. It wouldn't be quite naked to change into a human, and it might be exposed no matter how it was covered.

……Dividing line……

After agonizing drafts, I finally finished writing the 25 words of the first volume. The original president yelled that it was the first volume. He took the manuscript away for printing and proofreading with both entanglement and anticipation, and he didn’t know how much overtime he paid. In less than a week, black goat eggs were sold in Yokohama.

The cover is a silhouette of two people embracing each other. One of the stars can be seen as a person, but the other silhouette is very abstract and not very human.

The mirror cubs who release the new book are very nervous, because there is a certain probability that it will become popular, and there is a certain probability that nothing will happen.

Bookstores in Yokohama, large and small, are deserted, because it is the evil Monday. People who have spent leisurely or busy weekends really don’t have the energy to go to bookstores. Only students will go to bookstores on Monday morning.

At [-] o'clock on Monday morning, the former president who got up at [-] o'clock to distribute the goods hid in the largest bookstore in Yokohama, and secretly watched near the shelf of the black goat's egg. No one would come to the bookstore at this time, the bookstore owner who has known him for many years said I don't know how many times, but the enthusiastic former president doesn't care about these at all, he must see the future of Japanese novels.

Ah, a primary school student came in, an arrogant looking primary school student!

...How should I put it, the black goat's egg is a bit heavy for elementary school students, will it be complained by the parent association? The works of the president are still too reluctant for children to see.

He won't let his daughter watch it, at least not before high school.

Come, come, the elementary school student walked to the shelf and picked up the black goat egg without protective film, said with a lollipop in his mouth, "Black goat egg? What kind of dog name is this? The cover is weird..."

What do you know!That is the future of Japanese fiction!The original president roared in his heart, it is really too much for elementary school students to understand Tsurumi's gorgeous text world!

After turning over a few pages, the primary school student's face changed drastically, as if he had found a treasure.

"Boss, here's the money."

Why did you buy it?Weren't you still scolding just now?

The former president and the bookstore owner don't quite understand what the kids are thinking now.

In short, the first copy was sold.

What is the novelist himself doing?

Mirror Cub is walking the cat.

Natsume Soseki felt bitter, because he wanted to leave for several days, but he just couldn't do it. No matter how much he tried to sneak away, he would be caught, and then he would be brought to his eyes with his front paws to stick stickers.

"Little kitty can't run away from home."

The old man is a free wild cat!

"Oh, the goods have already been distributed in Yokohama, and then the whole country, overseas copyrights, and book signings will also be done!"

Are you thinking a little too much?

The real sales result is that less than fifty copies were sold in one day, which is too insignificant compared to the printing volume of [-] copies.

The former president knelt on the street, how could it be like this... "No way! Teacher is the light of the Japanese literary world!!!"

A bandage man who happened to pass by accidentally bumped into President Shimohara, the eyes and expression of the middle-aged man suddenly became bewildered, he looked left and right as if he didn't know where he was, "Hey, this is me? "

"You seem to be in some trouble, sir."

The warm-hearted bandage man squatted down and said.

Thus, Armed Detective Agency.

"I don't know what happened, is it April [-]st?"

"No, it's April 21st, you don't have the memory of these 20 days, do you?"

The middle-aged man was at a loss, "My surname is Yuan, and I am the president of Spring Magazine. It is about to close down due to poor management. I drink too much every day. Maybe alcohol has ruined my brain."

The brain that has been messed up by alcohol will not be sobered by Osamu Dazai.

"The Armed Detective Agency has accepted this commission." Osamu Dazai was full of interesting things coming to the scene.

The investigation of what happened to the former president must start from the magazine. Osamu Dazai called the front desk of the magazine, "Hello, is the former president of your company here?"

Opposite: "The original president is no longer the president, the current president is..."

Osamu Dazai hung up the phone, looked at the middle-aged man in disbelief and said, "You heard it all, the magazine is no longer yours for the 20 days you forgot."

"How come! That's the club I've worked so hard to run for 20 years!"

"The other party spent hundreds of millions to buy the poorly managed magazine and repay the debt you owed. This is the most generous prisoner I have ever met."

"Mr. Ranpo?"

Everyone looked up at Edogawa Ranpo who jumped up, "Where is Mr. Ranpo going?"

"Of course it's a bookstore!"