Chapter 1978: The Novelist's Crisis

August 17th, Friday night, the Okutama villa of mystery novelist Masuki Moguchi, a foreign-style house.

In the living room, Masuki Moroguchi and Chairman Mori sat separately. Yamazaki and Eisuke Hondo sat on the sofa by the wall and listened. Editor Haruei, reporter Kakuji Ideshima, and photographer Tarumizu Wataru accompanied him.

After the maid came over and asked everyone what drinks they wanted, they served them immediately.

After the maid left, the chatterbox reopened, Zhukou Yigui chatted casually with Mao Li, and Mao Li answered fluently, seeming to know Zhukou Yigui very well.

This is because Mori did some homework before, and read the information about Masuki Moroguchi compiled by Yamazaki and Eisuke Hondo from the Internet.

"Crack." The portable tape recorder stopped suddenly, and the abrupt sound interrupted the conversation.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Reporter Kakuji Dejima quickly explained, "I didn't expect the two of you to look like they would hate to see each other so late, so I didn't prepare such a long tape."

Zhukou Yigui smiled and said: "It's all right, it's just a casual chat."

Maori changed the subject, "Speaking of which, you are still using a tape recorder."

Reporter Kakuji Ideshima said while changing the tapes: "Yes, it is basically digital recording now, but I am someone who can't feel at ease until I see the tapes being transferred."

"And digital things, if something goes wrong, sometimes it is difficult to recover, and this thing, where the tape is recorded, it is there."

"That's true." Maori nodded.

Photographer Tarimui sighed: "Actually, it's the same for me. My friends who take pictures all use digital cameras, but I can't let go of this anyway. I have long been accustomed to using old-fashioned mechanical cameras."

"Although it is a bit inconvenient not to be able to confirm the results immediately, but in comparison, it is realistic."

"I feel like a technical expert." Maori laughed.

"That's right, that's it," the photographer Tarumi said with a smile, "With that kind of camera, even a fool can take good photos."

"That's why it's a fool's camera." Reporter Kakuji Deshima laughed.

The three of Mao Li laughed, but the novelist Zhukou Yigui didn't think there was anything funny, so he laughed very reluctantly.

Editor Qingrong said: "Okay, okay, I'm sorry to interrupt your so devoted discussion, but Mr. Zhukou is currently serializing works, and the deadline is approaching. Let's talk about other things first."

Zhukou Yigui smiled and said: "Oh, don't be so rigid, Miss Qingrong, the official conversation between me and Detective Maori will be tomorrow morning, so I can do whatever I want tonight, and I will cook and get some good ones later. Let's have a good drink."

"Thank you so much." Mao Li smiled brightly, but if you look closely, you can find that it is actually a bit weird, probably slandering.

Yamazaki and Hondo Eisuke looked at each other with wry smiles. It was already dinner time, and the old gentleman seemed to be unprepared. It seemed that he planned to have dinner and supper together.

It was rumored on the Internet that this guy was a bit stingy, even harsh, and caused the former editor to commit suicide.

Editor Qingrong said: "Then before getting drunk, it is better to check the content to be discussed tomorrow morning, so as not to delay the time for the official interview, when the time will be very tight."

Reporter Kakuji Dejima laughed and said, "Ah, tomorrow morning, under the rising sun, the mystery novelist Masuki Moguchi and the famous detective Mori Kogoro will discuss the new dawn of reasoning."

The photographer Tarimui Gen praised: "Well, you can feel the beautiful picture just by imagining it."

Mao Li laughed so hard that he couldn't close his mouth, "At that time, I will ask you two."

Zhukou Yigui asked: "By the way, the news has been released, right?"

Reporter Kakuji Dejima pointed out "Literary Times" magazine, "That's right, it's already in the preview of this new issue,

Please see. "

There are a bunch of notice boards on the pages of the book. The news of Zhukou Yigui and Maoli is in the middle part, which is a good position, and there is a conspicuous black background and white text picture reminder, which is very eye-catching.

Editor Qingrong took over and took a look, and then handed it over to Zhukou Yigui, "It is indeed a big publicity, please take a look."

Zhukou Yigui took it with a smile, but after only one glance, his expression changed, "Miss Qingrong, do you have a ruler?"

"If it's a tape measure, I'll carry it with me." Editor Haruei presented the tape measure.

Zhukou Yigui took it to measure the pages, and suddenly gritted his teeth and looked at Editor Qingrong, "It's the same as I thought."

"Huh?" Editor Qingrong was puzzled.

Zhukou Yigui shouted hysterically, "Why is my name one millimeter smaller than other authors? Are you kidding me!"

Both Mori and Hondo Eisuke were speechless. According to the information, this guy is a bit nervous, which is really good.

Yamazaki can understand Mokuchi Masuki's mood, the size on it represents the status, which is absolutely unacceptable.

Editor Qingrong quickly said: "Well, this size should be convenient for typesetting."

Zhukou Yigui shouted: "In this case, it would be better if the names of other writers are shortened."

"It's really useless!"

Zhukou Yigui threw the magazine on Editor Qingrong's head. Editor Qingrong didn't care about arranging his hair, bowed and apologized: "I'm very sorry, it won't happen again in the future."

"Nonsense!" Zhukou said in a noble manner, "Really, the editor Qiu Chang before you was very good."

The editor Qiu Chang was the one that was circulated on the Internet, the editor who was forced to commit suicide by Zhukou Yigui's harshness.

When Masuki Moguchi mentioned him, editor Haruei, reporter Kakuji Ideshima, and photographer Tsurumi Tsurumi all had ugly faces.

Obviously, working under Zhukou Yigui, a bad-tempered guy, was not very pleasant, and he was full of resentment.

Zhukou Yigui continued to teach: "No matter what I ask, he will help me realize it. He is really an excellent editor. From the collection of profile photos to the collection of professional knowledge about modus operandi, he has done his best for me. own life is over."

Editor Haruei, reporter Kakuji Ideshima, and photographer Tarumizu Wataru's complexions became even uglier, as dark as the bottom of a pot.

Mao Li helped to change the subject, "I heard that the editor of Qiuchang committed suicide at home this spring?"

"That's right, the locked chamber is an excellent subject for a mystery novel." Masuki Masuki said gloomily, "Actually, I wanted to adapt his story into a novel, but Ms. Qingrong stopped me."

Editor Qingrong said eagerly: "Of course, his death has spread all over the publishing world. If such a novel is published, it will definitely be hyped."

"The hype is after all a hype, not a fact," Zhukou Yigui looked forward to it, "and I think this is a thank you to the editors who have always supported me in the autumn field. Don't you think that this kind of publicity will sell well instead?"

Editor Qingrong blurted out, "Compared with your reputation, which one is more important, don't you know?"

Zhukou Yigui's face darkened, he snorted coldly, and did not speak.

Editor Qing Rong hurriedly apologized: "Ah, I'm sorry, my words were a bit too much, but I'm also for you."

"Ah, the refill seems to have been used up." Reporter Kakuji Ideshima's mechanical pencil couldn't be pressed out, so he helped out.

"Just use my pen," Zhukou Yigui brought his pencil case, "That being said, I like to use wooden pencils, which are considered outdated."

"Then I won't be polite." Reporter Kakuji Dejima said.

"Okay, let's quickly decide on tomorrow's arrangements." Editor Qingrong changed the subject and finally got back to the topic.

Next, we chatted for another half an hour, and finally got the content of the conversation tomorrow morning.

Zhukou Yigui went to cook, wearing his diamond-encrusted ring.

Yamazaki was also speechless, and thought maliciously, if he accidentally mixed diamonds into the dish, and some unlucky guy ate it in his stomach, would he still want it after it was excreted? ...

Seven thirty in the evening, the courtyard.

Yamazaki knew that Mei Daizi would call during the half-time break of Mei Dai Restaurant, so he went to wander in the yard first.

Sure enough, the phone rang not long after, it was Mei Daizi.

Yamazaki chatted with Mei Daizi for a while, amused by the way, and told her about not having dinner, which really made Mei Daizi laugh out loud.

When the call was over, Yamazaki met the reporter Kakuji Dejima. He was looking at the window of a house, and he was so engrossed that he didn't even notice that Yamazaki walked to him.

Yamazaki didn't want to disturb him, but he felt the danger from him, so he stayed.

Yamazaki observed carefully and found that the room was the master bedroom on the first floor, which was the residence of the novelist Masuki Moguchi.

Yamazaki understood that this person is probably thinking about how to kill the novelist Masuki Moguchi.

Novelist Masuki Moguchi does have some evil virtues, and it is normal for reporter Kakuji Ideshima to want to kill Masuki Moguchi.

And it's not just Dejima Kakuji, the photographers who helped Masuki Moroguchi and editor Haruei, might they also want to kill Masuki Moroguchi?

At this time, the reporter Dejima Juezhi came back to his senses and was shocked when he found someone beside him.

Yamazaki said, "Sorry for scaring you."

"It's nothing." Reporter Kakuji Dejima smiled wryly, "It's just an instinctive, subconscious reaction to the sudden appearance of someone around me."

"No need to explain," Yamazaki asked directly, "Have you figured out how to kill Mr. Masuki Moroguchi?"

"Huh?" The reporter Kakuji Dejima was startled again.

"This should be a guilty conscience reaction?" Yamazaki said with a smile, "What do you think, plan to build a secret room like the editor of the autumn field?"

"Speaking of which, the secret room is very simple, as long as the process is simple, the simpler the better the aftermath."

"For example, give him a cup of poison, and when he dies, put the empty poison bottle on the table, and then disguise the scene as suicide."

"Clean up all traces of the scene and exit, lock the door, throw the key in from the outside, and then you can clap your hands and leave."

"The next step is to watch the show and wait for the police to question you. As long as you are not too stupid, you can get by."

"In the end, although no one believed that he would kill himself, there were a lot of similar suicides that were impossible."

"Our country is a big suicide country, who cares about one more person."

Reporter Kakuji Ideshima swallowed dryly, "You, you really know how to joke." Then he saluted and left.

Yamazaki continued to jokingly say to him: "Don't go, you haven't said your method of killing yet."

The reporter Dejima Kakuji walked faster, and Yamazaki couldn't help but pull out a big smile. These words probably scared him a lot. ...