A healing writer? No, it's a depressing writer!

Chapter 304: When one prospers, all prosper; when one suffers, all suffer! This is to bring glory to the Chinese literary world! The protagonist often appears last!
Time is extremely precious to each of us.

One month is neither long nor short.

Some people can master a skill in a month.

Some people seem to have lived for thirty days, but in fact they have only lived for one day.

The famous poet Fernando Pessoa once said: "Except for sleep, a person's life is only more than 10,000 days. The difference between people lies in whether you really live more than 10,000 days, or just live one day and repeat it more than 10,000 times? Repetition is not a bad thing, but boring repetition is actually a tragedy."

Through 24-hour real-time monitoring.

Under the watchful eyes of Mensa Club members, the British Writers Association, and mystery literature enthusiasts around the world.

On the 23rd day, Italian female detective writer Alessia completed her work first and walked out of the villa under real-time surveillance.

"it is finally over."

early morning.

Through the computer in the house,
Writer Alessia walked out of the house neatly dressed with a calm expression.

After finishing this work which she had conceived for ten years, Alessia was not as excited as one might have imagined. She looked so calm.

The moment she came out of the villa.

A flood of reporters immediately rushed towards her:
"Ms. Alessia, after twenty-three days, you finally completed your work. Do you have anything to say?"

Alessia from Italy is a writer with a quiet temperament. She is not very good-looking, but the impression she gives to readers is that of a light-hearted and tranquil person.

Facing reporters' questions.

A rare throbbing appeared on her calm face:
"This is the most exciting mystery work I have ever written. I have been preparing for this work for ten years."

"Whether in the past, present, or future—"

"It will be difficult for me to write such a great work again."

“This book, Decryption, should be the pinnacle of my creative career.”

Alessia is a talented Italian girl. When she was only fifteen years old, she had already gained some fame in the world of European detective literature. Until she was twenty years old, she completely established her foothold in the world of European detective literature with a mystery book "God and Punishment" which tells about ethical reality.

In the five years between the ages of 43 and , Alessia produced renowned mystery works, becoming famous in the world of detective literature.

What she is best at is outdoor murder mystery.

In Gosho Aoyama's "Detective Conan", the anime has repeatedly "paid tribute" to classic passages from Alessia's book.

This also left behind a very classic famous saying:

"There is no perfect crime in the world. As long as a crime is committed, there will be clues left behind."

"Of course, the premise is..."

"I'm not a criminal!"

It was exciting to see Alessia, who is known as the Queen of Italian Detectives, being the first among ten detective masters from all over the world to complete her work.

Aoyama Gosho took a deep breath and spoke excitedly:

“As expected, she is the female writer I admire most”

The 25th day of the competition.

French writer Kelly and Swedish writer Engelhardt have finished their works one after another and walked out of their work rooms.

Both Kelly and Engelhardt can definitely be called the "founders of crime mystery literature". These two authors are in the mystery literature world——

Very prestigious!

Carlid is known as the successor of Sherlock Holmes. He is the most likely person to reproduce "The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes" and become the successor of Arthur Conan Doyle.

Engelhardt is the master of the "abnormal reasoning genre". His works not only contain complex and brain-burning reasoning logic, but also are very good at "ex Machina". The whole work is in an extremely strange atmosphere. Even when the plot can't move forward, ghosts and gods will suddenly appear to help the protagonists advance the plot.
It is precisely because of his long-term study of [religion] and [shamanism] that Engelhardt's mental state is -

Far ahead of normal people.

It seemed that twenty-five days of living alone had caused Engelhardt's mental state to become slightly abnormal.

As he walked out of the creative area, he danced excitedly and shouted loudly, oblivious to the people around him:

"It's done!"

"Master, I'm done"

This crazy look immediately attracted the attention of many people.

"Why do I feel like this guy looks..." Seeing this scene, Chen Hanying turned his head and looked at his uncle Chen Danqing with suspicion, "Like a mental patient?"

There is often a fine line between genius and madness.

How can an artist not be crazy?
As if he had seen through Engelhardt's advanced mental state, Chen Danqing quietly lit a Lanzhou:
"do not mind."

“Just get used to it.”

On the 28th day of the competition, British writer Abraham, the mystery novelist who had previously had a verbal dispute with Jiang Hai, seemed extremely confident in his work.

After he walked out of the creative area, he announced in front of the world media:
"It is our duty to restore the glory of Britain!"

"In this World Mystery Competition, I will definitely represent British mystery literature and win this supreme honor."

Crazy, really crazy.

But others do have the capital to be arrogant.

As a detective novelist praised by Queen Elizabeth of England, Abraham has long maintained the first place in the world's mystery writers rankings. It is precisely because of this extremely high popularity that he can be called the favorite to win the championship.

"I will definitely win"

When someone who has no ability talks big, that's called showing off.

When powerful people brag, that's called confidence.

Obviously, even if Abraham said such extremely arrogant words in front of the world media, no one would doubt it based on his strength.

As writer after writer completes their masterpieces.

The progress of the competition gradually entered the countdown.

On the 30th day of the competition, Keigo Higashino, a mystery writer from Japan who was considered by the organizing committee to be a strong candidate for the championship, on the penultimate day of the competition -

Finally, he walked out of the villa.

As if exhausted.

Keigo Higashino looked at the reporters in front of him with a slightly weary look on his face.
“I should be the last writer to finish, right?”

In thirty days, I have almost finished what I need to finish. I will finish what I cannot finish in the remaining time.
It should be difficult to finish writing?

When Keigo Higashino was interviewed by a reporter, he wanted to talk about his recent state:
“It’s really tiring.”

“I try my best every day.”

Just as Keigo Higashino was about to make a closing speech in front of the camera.

Unexpectedly, the reporter's next sentence made him stunned:

"You are not the last mystery novelist to finish writing. There is another writer who has not finished writing yet."

Another one?
who is it?

"There is actually someone slower than me?"

Sensing Higashino Keigo's puzzled expression, the reporter in charge of the interview slowly said a familiar name:

“It’s the writer from China, Jiang Hai.”

What do you want to know about Jiang Hai?

When it comes to writing, he really takes it seriously.

However, Jiang Hai's writing style is a bit like copying homework in school days.
Never finish writing until the last minute?
The winter vacation lasted for a month. I played all the way through the first 28 days. I didn’t do any homework until the last two days of the vacation.
Start Speed ​​​​right away?
"Give me a pen and I will give you a miracle." Jiang Hai is this type of person now.

Of course, Jiang Hai was not exaggerating. He had been in seclusion for 30 days. From the tenth day, he had officially entered his creative state. Every day, he sat in front of the computer in the study, as if he was completely immersed in his own world, creating day and night.
Caviar was no longer counted by the [can], and he never touched Western food again during his writing career.

Jiang Hai couldn't even eat beans because he was afraid that food poisoning would affect his creative state.

I get up at eight o'clock every morning without fail, and then sit at my desk to write.

It lasted until two o'clock in the evening.
Logically speaking, 16 hours of high-intensity writing every day for days is enough to write a novella in this high-intensity and high-energy mode.

That's more than enough.
but!

I don’t know why, but for the whole twenty days, Jiang Hai stayed in the study with a frown on his face.

Every day, his house was filled with smoke.

And while Jiang Hai was writing, he would murmur to himself:

"Here, no."

“This doesn’t seem to make sense either.”

Seeing this scene through the surveillance camera, China Writers Association Chairman Tie Ning couldn't help but feel anxious:
"You say"

"What on earth is Jiang Hai writing?
Although everyone is very confident about Jiang Hai's literary talent, they are still very concerned about this world reasoning competition.
In fact, there is no hope?
As the saying goes, every other line is like a mountain.

As the old saying goes, everyone has their own specialty. Every writer is good at different themes and genres. If you ask an author who is good at traditional literature to write a detective novel, it is tantamount to asking Ma Yun and Eyebrow Pencil Brother to compete in live streaming sales.
Are you using your own weaknesses to challenge other people's strengths?
Isn't this like holding a lantern in the toilet? Death is not far away.
Although no one had high hopes for Jiang Hai, nor did they expect him to win any prize, Jiang Hai, as a representative of Chinese writers, had spent so much time and effort in these thirty days, but he still couldn't write a complete mystery novel.
This might be a bit embarrassing?
"Could it be that he got stuck?" An old-school writer standing next to Tie Ning looked at Jiang Hai's frowning brows and couldn't help but speculate, "Because he has never been exposed to mystery-type literary themes, he got stuck and ended up with a problem in his thinking."

Looking at the smoke-filled study and Jiang Hai's brows that never relaxed.

The situation is not good.

The more people speculate, the more likely this is:
"shit."

“What can I do?”

Although everyone was at odds with each other in China, once they left the country, everyone only had one identity left -

That's the Chinese writer!
Whether you like it or hate it, whether you admire it or hate it, at such a critical moment, any writer from China.
No one wants Jiang Hai to make a fool of himself in such a crucial occasion!

One glory and one glory.

Everyone should understand such a simple truth, right?

Jiang Hai did not take the initiative to participate in this mystery literature competition. He joined passively at the call of the Central Propaganda Department. You asked a writer who had never been exposed to mystery literature before to come to this competition that can be regarded as the hall-level competition of mystery literature and compete with the other nine authors who can be regarded as the world's top mystery masters.
It's normal to feel stressed.

It is completely understandable that I cannot write it.

Seeing that there were only ten minutes left, the organizing committee of the British Writers Association, which was responsible for reviewing the submissions, would stop accepting submissions.
"Alas," the chairman of the Chinese Writers Association sighed, and then looked directly at the people around him, "When Jiang Hai comes out later, don't put too much pressure on him."

"It's not his problem, we don't blame him"

This is just forcing things.

It's already very difficult to finish writing, how can you expect others to achieve the same results?
This is not a dream.
"When Jiang Hai comes out later, don't put too much pressure on him." Tie Ning, chairman of the China Writers Association, sorted out his thoughts and kept telling the writers around him what to pay attention to. "Be sure to control your mouth and don't say anything that is not conducive to unity."

That was when Tie Ning was explaining the precautions to the writers around him.

far away.

Liam, a mystery novelist from the UK, accompanied by fellow writer Abraham, slowly walked to the Chinese writers' delegation.

Obviously, Liam was still upset about Jiang Hai replacing him.

He did not try to hide his disgust for the people in front of him.

He raised his voice and shouted in the direction of Tie Ning and other writers:
“You took someone else’s place, but you can’t even write a shit?”

"I said these people are trash, a bunch of idiots."

As a scholar, who doesn’t have a temper?
Who can stand being called an idiot by name?

A writer from northern Shaanxi was so anxious that he immediately spoke in his regional dialect:

"How can you talk like a little kid?"

You don't have to give Jiang Hai face.

But you can't give face to the Chinese writers' delegation.

If you scold Jiang Hai, that is a private matter between you two. But if you implicate the entire Chinese writers' delegation because of Jiang Hai, or even ridicule the Chinese writers' delegation, then it will escalate from a personal dispute to a dispute between the literary circles of the two countries.
Tie Ning, after all, is the chairman of the China Writers Association, and he has both status and position.

Hearing the ridicule from the young man in front of him, Tie Ning said nothing. He just stood there and looked at him coldly.

Even though he didn't say anything, the meaning in his eyes was very clear:
"What's your level?"

"Are you worthy enough to talk to me?"

The scene suddenly became awkward.

No one on either side spoke again.

It is obvious that the master of reasoning Abraham is much more sensible than his younger brother Liam.

The scene froze.

He cupped his hands and took the initiative to ease the atmosphere:
"My brother has a quick temper. If I have offended you in any way, I apologize on his behalf."

"I'm sorry, everyone."

"But, apologies are apologies, but I don't think there is anything wrong with what he said."

For Abraham——

The opportunity that his younger brother had been preparing for for more than ten years was snatched away by a third-rate writer from China, and the opportunity to become famous was gone in an instant.
Won't you let me say a few words?

Won't people vent their emotions?

I scold you, you have to bear it.
As for Chinese writers:

It doesn’t matter if you curse Jiang Hai. It’s your freedom to curse anyone you want and we have no right to interfere.

but!

You called Jiang Hai trash in front of the camera. This is humiliating us Chinese writers.
Even though they were really fierce when fighting among themselves, when it came to uniting against the outside world, everyone was never ambiguous.

Real verbal battles among literati are always plain and simple.

In an instant, someone couldn't help but shout in the direction of the mystery writer Abraham and his brother:
“I bought a watch last year.”

It seemed that the dispute was about to escalate further.

The situation is about to get worse.

Behind him, a hearty voice suddenly came:

"What's going on? Why is it so lively?"

See Jiang Hai suddenly appear.

Chen Hanying was obviously very surprised.

She quickly ran to Jiang Hai, took his arm, and asked with concern:
"Jiang Hai, why did you come out now?"

"Aren't you always fast?
"It takes so long to write a mystery novel."

Jiang Hai obviously didn't understand what the current situation was.

Hearing Chen Hanying's question.

He uttered a sentence with an innocent look on his face, and it was this sentence that immediately shocked people on both sides:
“Who said I only wrote one book?”

“I’ve only written two books.”

(End of this chapter)