Chapter 26 fourth quarter

Changfu Dunzhi hated Lin Tianzhuang deeply.And this kind of hatred and fear is directly proportional to the rave reviews of "The Picture of Prosperous Women".The better the reputation of the novel, the more he must obediently let Lin Tian Zhuanghei blackmail him.It is extortion in the name of ancient book titles.What's worse is that after buying all the books, there is still no security.I don't know when Lintian Zhuangping will expose the original version of "Ronghua Women's Picture".He felt that Lintian Zhuangping was such a number one person. Unfortunately, Chofu Tonji lost the opportunity to publish the original version of his work.In the essays published in other publications, there is not a single sentence related to "Muromachi Night Talk".I was also invited to appear on TV, but still no words were mentioned.He secretly affirmed the public comment that "the investigation is thorough and detailed".

For this reason, if the original version is made public at this time, people will disdain it.His work is too close to "Muromachi Night Talk".No imagination, no creation, just a rewriting. On the other hand, Hayashi Tian Zhuanghei has dug a ready-made gold mine.He had already learned how to cut across the iron bridge of the single-track railway. Not only during the day, but also at night, he began to come here with the smell of alcohol all over his body.In the house of Tonji, Chofu, there are already eleven sets of "Muromachi Night Talks" of the upper, middle and lower sets.How many more sets will be delivered is completely unpredictable.Every time he came, he would be knocked out, and Dunzhi felt that his neck was strangled in the hands of a devil.If there is no such person as Hayashi Tian Zhuohei, then no one will know how beautiful and peaceful he is.At least Changfu Dunzhi can have nothing to worry about and let his literary name soar in the sky.

However, sometimes a sense of crisis can make a person tense and have a good effect on work.This is exactly the case with Chofu Tonji.His novels gradually deviated from the original.Having written to this point, he naturally produced his own consciousness and imagination.On the one hand, this is because the Muromachi era has melted into his mind, and it is unknown if the sense of anxiety has been wiped away.I had no knowledge at the beginning, so I could only let the pen follow the "Muromachi Night Talk" ass. In general, it still follows the original, but he made some expansions sequentially.Several characters that did not exist in the original were also created, giving them different personalities.The strokes were smooth, and even I felt my spirits rising.The rave reviews from all sides inspired him and gave him the courage to write writing beyond his ability.

Even so, Lintian Zhuangping's visit still made him worry and annoyed.Although the fictional part is expanded, the foundation is based on Zhuang Ping's grandfather's work, which cannot be changed.And adding your own imagination is only a recent thing. Lin Tian Zhuangping still asks for money every time.It seems that all the old books left by my grandfather are gone, and there are no more books to bring, but the demand remains the same.It seems that there are women.Thinking that he was letting him idle and had to pay his travel expenses, Dunzhi felt that Zhuang Ping's face was more and more hateful.

In the evening of a certain day, Lintian Zhuanghei appeared in front of Dunzhi with his usual humble and hidden smile. "Sir, I'm so sorry, I want to borrow fifty thousand yen from you." borrow?Haven't you never paid it back?Dunzhi almost wanted to scream angrily, but he held back.If this kind of conversation is at the door, the old servant couple who live together may hear it, so he let each other into the house every time.This time, Tonji still gave the money, but with a slightly stronger warning. Zhuang Ping smiled lightly and nodded, but Dunzhi also knew that the other party was just dealing with it on the surface.If the novel hadn't been such a sensation, he would have charged the police with blackmail and intimidation.Dunzhi couldn't do this, and this was exactly where he was suffering.

Lin Tian Zhuangping took the money, put his hands on the table and stood up.And by the way, he yawned and asked: "Sir, I'll take a short cut and go back. Excuse me, is there no train passing at this hour?" "What time is it?" "I'm not wearing a watch." This guy doesn't even have a watch.Probably send it to a pawn shop.I have knocked so much, let's give it all to women.Thinking of this, Dunzhi was about to spurt blood. Dunzhi got up and went into the kitchen, where the clock said twenty-five past eight.The old servant saw him from the porch and told him:

"Sir, that clock is about twenty minutes behind. It's not accurate for a while, and I'm going to send it to be repaired." Dunzhi, who was full of frustration, ignored him and went back to the living room. "It's just right now, it's 8:25. Remember the next train is 8:55..." "That's all right. Thirty more." Lin Tian Zhuangping said so, and added: "Thank you, sir. Please take care and write more." He dropped a sarcastic smile and left.Although it was the same as every time in the past, Dunzhi seemed to be saying: as long as you continue to write this work, I can take as much as I want.

Dunzhi held his breath and listened to Hayashi Tian Shohei's footsteps going away.In five minutes, Zhuang Ping will reach the iron bridge.The bridge is about 300 meters long and 15 meters high. Below it is the unique stream of the T River.On the single-track and such a long iron bridge, there is no equipment for railway workers to take shelter.And it was night again. It took Lintian Zhuangping five minutes to reach the iron bridge, and twenty minutes to cross the bridge.In the meantime, the train crossing the bridge at 8:55 should crash across the bridge. The hatred for Zhuang Ping is the same every time he comes, but his behavior tonight is particularly unbearable.Dunzhi warned him, just humming in his nose.Not wearing a watch, but giving the money extorted to his mistress.Tell him the wrong time on the desk clock on purpose, it is hatred for him that makes him do it unconsciously.It's not that he didn't hear the old servant's words, it's because he was frustrated and angry.However, the old servant will surely tell people afterwards that Dunzhi did not hear him clearly.

Ten minutes passed.Dunji didn't dare to look at the piece of glass from which the iron bridge could be seen. Then, there was the sound of a devilish train in the distance.For the next three minutes, he was almost suffocated for breath.When the train was about to reach the center of the bridge, there were three whistles that seemed to tear it apart. After Hayashi Tian Shohei was crushed to death, nothing changed around Changfu Tonji.The police only checked the bodies on the iron bridge, and none of them came to Changfu's house for questioning.That's no wonder, because it wasn't a homicide.The police regarded him as a person who accidentally walked the forbidden iron bridge without authorization, and the railway also believed that this incident could serve as a warning to nearby residents.

Since then, Changfu Dunzhi's worries about the future have all been relieved, and he should be able to let go of writing.However, in fact, after Lintian Zhuanghei's death, his emotions always seemed to be unable to settle down, and his imagination could not be extended. Lin Tian Zhuangping was indeed crushed to death, not directly by Dunzhi.It's because he didn't tell Zhuang Ping about the error of the table clock, but this has nothing to do with Zhuang Ping's death.Zhuang Ping walked on the iron bridge and crossed the bridge with the train, but he couldn't make the two consistent by calculation.It is possible, but not definitive.

Suppose Zhuang Ping came to the iron bridge five minutes late, then he would find the train coming from behind, and his footsteps would stop.Or, if he had crossed the bridge ten or fifteen minutes earlier, the accident would have never happened.The desk clock was 20 minutes behind, and it was not decisive for Zhuang Ping's death. Also, if the train driver finds someone on the bridge, it is also possible to use the emergency brake to stop.Dunji heard three sirens.Either the train stopped, or Zhuang Ping was run over to death.As long as there is a little advance, for example, if you brake a hundred meters ahead, Zhuang Ping will be rescued at a distance of one or two meters, no, maybe only thirty centimeters, it is not impossible.The chances of Zhuang Ping being rescued and being crushed to death are half and half. However, the sound of the train whistle still remained in Dunzhi's ears.As if it was the cry of Zhuang Ping's soul.In that instant, a human life was taken. Failure to inform Zhuang Ping of the error of the table clock was not directly related to his death, but he did expect the accident to happen, and the result was the same.Can probabilistic expectations be linked to killing intent? After that, Tonji wanted to leave the original as much as possible to write his manuscript.It's so strange, it's hard to break away from the original, but this time it's back to the original place, closely connected to the original.This does not come from the peace of mind that there will no longer be "Muromachi Night Talks" in the world, nor does it come from the fact that the only person who holds the secret no longer exists in the world.It can be said that it was the imagination of Touji who had begun to sprout and grow, and it began to wither after the accident.It was a suspense (some might say conscience) that began to hinder his thinking. However, these are no longer known. "Picture of Ronghua Women" is still highly praised. R magazine put forward a request: please continue to write, two or three years are welcome, the longer the better. About half a year passed.Dunzhi's emotions still can't recover.The buds that started to grow, after withering, seem like the body of an old man, losing all its elasticity.He panicked.This is not right, he thought.However, when he was submerged in his ideas, the three whistles would ring sharply in his ears.He had no choice but to give up, go back to the basics, and only do his modern language translation. Another two months passed.One day, Changfu Dunzhi suddenly saw the advertisement column of books and periodicals in the morning newspaper, and stared sharply.A publication advertisement told people that "Muromachi Night Talk" was about to be published. He stared at the ad copy desperately: "This book is the buried masterpiece of Hayashida Akio, who died in poverty in the Meiji period. The famous book that has been lost for many years, has been printed by our company and is limited to 2,000 copies to meet the needs of all parties..." Tonji was stunned. Recently, it has become a fashion to reprint ancient books that have long been out of print and are not even seen in the old book world.But "Muromachi Night Talk" will also be reprinted, which no one expected. The original of this printing plate might have been handed over to that publishing house by Hayashi Tin Shohei.He has so many, so this guess is quite reasonable.Although Dunzhi thought he had bought all the books in Lintian Zhuangping's hands, there was no doubt that he kept a set and handed it over to the publishing house.Of course, there may be other sources, but Dunzhi thinks it must be Zhuang Ping's fault. Dunji was scared.There are 2,000 copies of Jingyinben, so some people will definitely see it.His currently popular work "Picture of Ronghua Women" will also be seen as plagiarized from this set of books.Dunzhi also felt that it was Hayashi Tian Zhuanghei who handed over a set of books to the publishing house and completed his revenge against him. Chofu Tonji's pen stopped suddenly.He had a nervous breakdown and could no longer write.After Jing Yinben came out, he was terrified by the merciless accusations of the world. After another two months or so, a critic mentioned his work in a newspaper. "This time, Akio Hayashida's "Murocho Night Talk" published by Jingyin, I found it very interesting. Following this book to write, I felt that there might be more fiction, and I was quite puzzled. But after the second half, the writing is more like a novel, and the achievements are not bad, not comparable to the first half. Unexpectedly, I have recently returned to the old tune, and the performance is difficult. People are satisfied. Coincidentally, when the Jingyin version was about to come out, Changfu suddenly stopped writing this work. I hope that Changfu can recover and continue to write. I suggest that readers who love to read "Ronghua Women's Picture" may wish to read I also want to read the famous book 'Muromachi Night Talk' which is the original version of this article." I have long known what "Muromachi Night Talk" is like, and it is a plaster that critics like to sell. The critic's bluff is irrelevant, but unfortunately for Touji Chofu, a detective who loves novels read this article and felt strange about the serial work that was in the forefront. The criminal policeman didn't know the author of "Muromachi Night Talk" and had a grandson named Hayashida Shohei, but he once saw a man named Hayashida being run over by a train on the single-lane iron bridge near the residence of Dunji, the chief of the police station in his jurisdiction. The accident report of the deceased and remembers the incident. The criminal police then visited the home of Chofu Tonji.He just went out.It was the old servant who was talking to the detective...