"Ding--"
The wind chime in front of the cafe door rang.
A man wearing a windbreaker, leather gloves, carrying a briefcase, and a high-and-low eyebrow expression walked into the coffee shop.
The man looked around and found that apart from the employees, there was only a man in his forties and a young man with a calm temperament in the cafe.
Combined with the young voice of the contributor on the phone, the man sat in front of Maijo Keisuke without thinking.
"Hello, this is Mr. Wucheng, right?"
"I am the editor-in-chief of the first publishing department of Literary Books of Guangbunsha, Matsuura Jun."
"Please give me your manuscript."
Matsuura Jun took off his leather gloves and put them on the table, sniffed, and waved to Maijo Kyousuke.
Although Matsuura Jun's words and behavior were not considered rude, his high and low eyebrow expression and irritable attitude made it seem like Maijo Keisuke owed him tens of millions of yen.
Of course, Maijo Kyousuke knew very well that it was inappropriate to ask for an appointment with the editor during the New Year's Day holiday.
But my rent is due soon.
If he continues to be unable to submit his manuscript, he will soon be kicked out by his landlord and frozen to death!
Therefore, let alone the Chinese New Year, even if the "little boy" came to Tokyo.
As long as you are not blown to death in an instant, you will still have to work hard to submit articles and make your debut as a writer!
"Mr. Matsuura, this is my work, called "Astrology Killing Magic"."
Maijo Kyousuke placed the manuscript that he had prepared long ago in the hands of Matsuura Jun:
"This book mainly tells the story of the painter Umezawa Heikichi who was killed in a secret room forty years ago. He left a note in which he wanted to use astrology to cut off perfect parts from the bodies of six girls. , that is, the head, chest, abdomen, waist, thighs and calves are combined to form the story of the perfect goddess 'Asod'..."
Before Maijo Keisuke finished his introduction, he saw Matsuura Jun take the manuscript, raised his index finger, put it in front of his mouth and said impatiently:
"Shh, don't talk."
Wu Chengjing naturally knew what Matsuura Jun meant, so he nodded slightly, hoping that the other party could calm down and read his work.
It's a pity that after receiving the manuscript, Matsuura Jun, like the previous editors, just casually flipped through a few pages of the manuscript, showed a lack of interest, and slowly closed the manuscript:
"Tsk—it took me a long time to figure it out, but it turned out to be true reasoning?"
"In my opinion, there is absolutely no need to compete."
Matsuura Jun impatiently tapped Maijo Keisuke's manuscript with his index finger and frowned:
Mr. Wucheng, please don’t blame me for speaking harshly. "
"Since you have chosen to become a mystery writer, you should know that the world of socialist mystery is now led by Mr. Seicho Matsumoto."
"Although many people submit articles for the Japanese Mystery Writers Association Awards every year, you have to know that the energy of our editors and judges is very limited."
Matsuura Jun pushed the manuscript back to Maishiro Kyousuke and shook his head:
"With all due respect, pure literal reasoning has been completely abandoned by the times. There is no need for this kind of book to waste the time of our editors and reviewers."
After Matsuura Jun finished speaking, he reached out his hand to grab the leather gloves and prepared to leave.
Unexpectedly, before his hand touched the leather gloves, Maijo Kyousuke slapped his hand hard on the table!
Matsuura Jun looked at the hand held down by Maijo Keisuke. He didn't expect that the other party would make such an outrageous move, and the expression on his face became serious:
"Mr. Wucheng? What do you mean?"
Maijo Kyousuke suppressed the anger in his heart and looked at Matsuura Jun sitting in front of him:
"Mr. Matsuura, what do I mean by asking you?"
"You just glanced at a few pages of the manuscript, why do you completely deny the value of my entire book?"
When Matsuura Jun heard Maijo Keisuke's words, his eyebrows became heavier:
"The most important thing about a mystery novel is its genre."
"At a time when socialist reasoning is rampant, if you choose case reasoning, you have chosen the darkest path from the beginning."
“Rejecting your book after only reading a few pages?”
"If I had known that what you were writing was literal reasoning, I wouldn't have come here."
"Because I'm dead long ago, even my great master, Mr. Masashi Henggou, was suppressed by Mr. Matsumoto Seicho's socialist reasoning! No matter how strong you are, can you still be stronger than Mr. Masashi Henggou?"
When Maijo Keisuke heard Matsuura Jun's words, he never expected that true reasoning in this era would be so difficult, but no matter how difficult it was, he would never give in!
Maijo Kyousuke is not a firm believer, and will choose other factions when the time comes.
But now, I can only break the "Curse of Clearance" by following the path of true reasoning!
In the field of mystery novels, a new track has been opened up!
Otherwise, I will eventually become that inconspicuous little figure in the history of reasoning:
"Mr. Matsuura, please take back what you just said."
"Integrity reasoning is the most important cornerstone in mystery novels. It will never be abandoned by the times and will never die. It still has a lot of potential waiting to be tapped!"
"As long as you read my manuscript carefully, you will understand that the socialist faction has reached its exit. The most suitable mystery novels are famous detectives, bloody tragedies, impossible crimes, and earth-shattering conspiracies!"
As the editor-in-chief of Kobunsha, Matsuura Jun has long been accustomed to the abnormal reactions of rejected manuscripts.
Hearing such impassioned words from Maijo Kyousuke.
It is natural to think that Maijo Kyousuke is an extreme lover.
Thinking of this, Matsuura Jun pulled his hand out of Maijo Kyousuke's hand, rubbed his wrist, and snorted coldly:
"Haha~ Isn't it clear what I just explained?"
"Books that don't meet the market are just garbage."
"In such a hot atmosphere of socialist reasoning, if you insist on writing some idiosyncratic reasoning that no one will read, it already shows that you are not suitable for making a living by writing books."
Matsuura Jun took out a cigarette from his arms, put it in his mouth and lit it, looked at Maijo Keisuke in front of him and smiled:
"To put it bluntly, isn't this what you, ignorant children, like to do?"
"I always think that I am the proud one who can go against the market, defeat the predecessors in the reasoning world, and open up a new track."
"Or they are shouting about 'restoring the glory of original reasoning'."
"Actually? This is just vanity. I always feel that I am different from others."
"Seriously, people like you! I've seen too many of you over the years!"
"My heart is as high as the sky, but my life is as thin as paper and fragile!"
"In the end, either my dreams will be shattered and I will become a social beast, or I will change my style and write about socialists, or I will stubbornly go all the way to the dark side and starve to death."
Matsuura Jun looked at Maijo Kyousuke and shook his head helplessly. He grabbed the leather gloves on the table and put them on his hands. The expression on his face became a little complicated:
"Boy, since you have a good writing style, I'll give you some advice."
"Why don't you change your style as soon as possible before you starve to death?"
"As I said before, this reasoning is completely dead. Don't have any hope in it anymore."
"Not to mention Mr. Henggou Zhengshi, even if Edgar Allan Poe from across the ocean, Mr. Poe, the ancestor, comes to life, he can't change the general environment of Japanese reasoning."
"What do you mean that true reasoning will not be abandoned by the times?"
"Someone has said this since more than 20 years ago, but what about now?"
"Isn't the world ruled by socialists?"
Matsuura Jun stood up and grabbed his briefcase:
"Mr. Wucheng, if you want to avoid starving to death on this road, there is only one way!"
"You have to follow the footsteps of socialist giants such as Matsumoto Seicho and Morimura Seiichi."
"Because now all editors have an unspoken rule in mind."
"Guys who write literal mysteries are not qualified to participate in the selection of the Japan Mystery Writers Association Award!"
Maijo Keisuke was a little dumbfounded when he heard Matsuura Jun's words. He didn't expect that he was holding a masterpiece that could change the history of reasoning, but he received such an evaluation!
Taking a deep breath, Maijo Keisuke grabbed the manuscript and stood up, looked at Matsuura Jun and said firmly:
"Mr. Matsuura, thank you for your advice, but I won't change my style because of it."
"Because I believe that as long as the genre of mystery novels still exists, character reasoning will never die!"
"I don't know why you have such disdain for literal reasoning?"
"But I'm going to tell you!"
"Sooner or later, I will make this astrological killing magic book popular throughout Tokyo, the entire Japan, and even the entire world!"
Matsuura Jun was stunned for a moment when he heard Maijo Keisuke's heroic words. He didn't even notice that the cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground!
However, Matsuura Jun soon changed back to the expression of high and low eyebrows, and clapped his hands with a smile:
"Okay, okay, very brave!"
"I look forward to one day in the future, when I will be on the list of winners of the Mystery Award. I will see your name Maijo Kyousuke instead of seeing the news that you were starved to death in the newspaper."
"Ding--"
The wind chime in front of the cafe door rang again.
The crisp sound brought Maijo Keisuke back to reality. Matsuura Jun had left the cafe at some point.
Maijo Kyousuke seemed to exhale the last breath in his body.
He sat down on the sofa and silently took out a black notebook from his arms, in which he recorded the editor's phone calls he had collected.
Immediately, he drew an X on the name of Kobunsha Matsuura Jun.
At this point, Maijo Kyousuke has met all the editors that Kobunsha accepts submissions for.
It is already impossible for Kyousuke Maijo to participate in the Japan Mystery Writers Association Award.
After touching the few coins left in his pocket, Maijo Kyousuke planned to go to the phone booth outside the door and call the editor of Kodansha.
But before he could stand up, the middle-aged man who had been sitting silently not far away sat across from him holding a coffee cup:
"Mr. Maijo, right?"
"I have been sitting next to you just now, and after hearing your words, I feel that you are a very thoughtful young man."
"So, can you show me your manuscript?"
