Tokyo Literary Godfather

"The detective agency received an entrustment from the wife of a diplomat to investigate the affair of the daughter-in-law. When everyone went to the diplomat's house, they found that the door of the diplomat's bedroom was locked. No matter how hard they knocked, there was no response from inside."

"There was a deafening opera playing in the room. After receiving no response, Madam took the key out of her pocket and opened the door."

"After opening the door, I found that the diplomat was lying on the table and fell asleep. The wife ran over first, intending to wake the diplomat, only to find that the diplomat had passed away."

"The diplomat's lips were purple, and it was inferred that the time of death was no more than thirty minutes, but there were only two keys to the room, one was in the diplomat's own pocket, and the other was in the lady's pocket. The lady had been with her during this time. The detectives were together, and the suspects were directly ruled out by the detectives, so this is a murder case in a secret room."

"So now, there are only four things on the scene that can serve as clues. One is the stereo that is playing an opera in the room, and the volume has been turned up to the maximum, which has reached an uncomfortable level; the second is a stack on the diplomat's desk The book directly blocked the diplomat's face; the third was that there was silk thread in the trash can outside the room; the fourth was that there was sleeping pill residue in the diplomat's water glass."

"During these 30 minutes, the daughter-in-law was at home, so she had enough time to kill, and the motive for the murder was very clear, that is, the diplomat couple suspected that the daughter-in-law was cheating and planned to drive her out of the house."

"Then, may I ask, is the murderer the daughter-in-law? If not, who else? How did he kill?"

The students guessed one after another, but most of them were far from the truth. Only one boy wearing glasses guessed a little close.

Finally, Kei Fujiwara reveals the truth. The murderer is the wife of the diplomat. The thread is just a smoke bomb disguised as a mechanical secret room. The truth is that the moment before entering the door, the diplomat was just asleep, but the moment the wife stepped forward, she stabbed the diplomat with a poisonous needle hidden in her hand. .

This is an episode of Detective Conan: The Diplomat Murder Case. It's a pretty good secret room trick. Kei Fujiwara didn't plan to write it, so he simply used it as a teaching material.

Mizugami Xinge's eyes went black for a moment, and he slumped down on the chair.

how so……

It turned out that the creativity crashed, and it was almost inseparable...

And what made him even more unacceptable was that this guy was throwing beans on the TV that he had worked so hard to figure out!

Come on, is this guy out of his mind? You said things like tricks directly on the show, how can you write them into novels in the future?

But soon he figured it out, this person didn't take these trick designs seriously at all, he just thought of them casually and said it out of the way.

Mizugami Xingjiang's face became more and more ugly, thinking of the article written not long ago that satirized Sima Guitai for not being able to think of a good trick. Could it be that he intended this program?

Thinking of that article, Mizukami Xingjiang's face instantly became hot.

what is this? I just wrote a review article to criticize this person as nothing, and this person turned his face and made such a mess. It's like mocking someone for having a cleaner pocket than his face, and the next day he's sitting in a Ferrari and throwing coins on the street.

He could almost foresee how pungent the article he wrote before would be rewarded with vicious energy in a short time, and all the pungent irony would be reflected on himself.

He sat in his chair in a daze for a long time, until the phone rang, bringing him back to reality.

He reached out to touch the receiver, but suddenly remembered something, and retracted his fingertips as if he was electrocuted. Not long after, the other party's recording voice rang on the phone.

"Mr. Mizukami, something has happened. Have you watched today's Dongdao TV program? In it, Sima Guitai talked about many tricks and ideas in the seminar, and one of them crashed with you! You may not be able to solve the original novel idea Write again and reply to me after you hear it.”

With a depressed look on his face, Yuki Minakami silently bent down to pick up the beer can from the ground and drank the remaining liquid in the can.

Otherwise... I might as well write about socialism...

…

It was very cold in Tokyo in early March, but the apartment was very warm, and there was a layer of fog on the glass.

Kei Fujiwara walked to the window, stretched out his hand to wipe off the water mist on the glass, and looked at the Tokyo night.

In the evening, I went to eat roasted birds with my colleagues. I don’t know if it’s because I ate too much chicken kidneys and lanterns. Now my lower abdomen seems to be on fire, and my joints are a little itchy.

Changed to a more spacious apartment, the room has become bigger, but it seems to have become empty, Kei Fujiwara does not know whether it is the fluctuation of the body hormone level or some other reason, the desire for warm and fragrant nephrite jade has gradually increased recently .

Full and warm, I think about lust... The ancients are honest and don't deceive me.

Thinking of this, he turned on the TV, and Dongjima Station was broadcasting a program recorded at Chunqiu Club not long ago. He was not interested, so he jumped to Fukuyama Station again.

It's nine o'clock in the evening, and the TV is playing a professional drama about doctors, but to be honest, it's not very good.

But suddenly I remembered the ratings report I had seen not long ago. The results of this drama were pretty good, and I couldn't help but laugh to myself.

He subconsciously compared it with "The White Tower"...

This medical drama is already halfway through its broadcast, and there are still two months left, so the time slot at 9pm on Friday will be free.

The time slot has a huge impact on the ratings of the program, so the time slot competition has always been what producers care about most.

The best time period is of course the prime time evenings on Saturdays and Sundays. These two days have the largest audience and are watched by both adults and children. They are suitable for family-friendly programs. Generally, the main programs on the station will be placed in this time period.

The second is the afternoon slot every day. The main audience at this time is minors, who go home to watch TV after school. However, the programs at this time are mostly cartoons and special films.

The second is the prime time slot on Friday night, when the audience base is relatively larger than on other weekdays.

Next are morning dramas, lunch dramas and so on.

A program like "The Long Vacation" is definitely not suitable for the afternoon slot, and it is positioned as a family drama broadcast at eight or nine o'clock in the evening. There are already programs on weekends, so Mizuhara Yui can only fight for prime time on weekdays.

She is now trying to get the 8pm slot on Friday from the station, but Kei Fujiwara is not very optimistic about it.

There is no other reason than that Kenji Takada's drama will start filming in the near future, and it will be launched and broadcast at the same time as them.

So Mizuhara Yui is destined to compete with Takada Kenji for the Friday time slot, but can Mizuhara Yui compete with him?

Enough!

Kenji Takada has deep qualifications in Fukuyama Station, and has more experience in the field of TV dramas than he and Yui Mizuhara combined. If he is a senior executive in the station, he will be more inclined to hand over better time slots to an experienced person. .

However, Kei Fujiwara did not feel depressed at this moment, because a word popped into his mind. It was not very famous in this world, but in his world it was a golden sign in the broadcast industry.

September nine!