Chapter 4 villain voluntary

I really don't know which nerve is wrong, I prefer the stories of thieves and murderers.I was not satisfied with just reading the works of British and French writers with frequent thieves, and even had the idea of ​​writing a crime novel myself to enjoy myself. The opposite of crime novels is detective novels, and now some people sum up these two categories into detective novels in a broad sense.I consider myself a detective novelist, but for the aforementioned reasons, I am more attracted to crime novels. It's not an exaggeration to say that crime fiction is the most difficult of all fictions when you read it.They are really hard to deal with.

Day and night, I indulged in thinking about how to commit a felony.The most important part of a detective novel is to create a horrific or bizarre crime.As long as this link can be completed, the part where the detective digs out the truth can be solved relatively easily.The proof is, look at Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes story, which is called full of logical reasoning elements. At first glance, it has sufficient logical reasoning elements and painstakingly describes the detective process. It is concluded that it is precisely because of the bizarre or unique criminal methods that the detective's performance can stand out, so that the story is full of elements of logical reasoning and fun.In other words, there is almost no reasoning about Holmes.

Therefore, the most important thing in detective novels is to create crime.Therefore, detective novelists spend their days and nights thinking only about how to conceive a great crime that has never been seen before (that is, the criminals of ancient times have not practiced it). "How can I be so kind and honest?" Sometimes I sigh exaggeratedly like that.Because if I am not a villain, I cannot describe the psychology of criminals. I even admire criminals who have shocked the heinous crimes of ancient and modern times, and criminals with superb criminal methods.What an insane job it is!In the dead of night, except for the occasional crackling sound from the upper beams and pillars, even the mice held their breath. At this time, I lay on my back on the bed, quietly contemplating.I wondered about the "how do I kill people without leaving a trace?" kind of bad business.Bloody daggers, hemp ropes, poisons, and other killing tools came to mind one after another.Do you want to choose a short knife or a six-shot pistol?Like a murderer who ruminates over his plans the night before he commits a murder, I too thought over and over.

It's so seamless that it's never seen through—a joy I can't put into words when I think of the confident method of a crime.Hey, is it really okay to just think about killing people and have fun doing it?Sometimes even I can't help being afraid. In the process of writing a detective novel, how many men and women have I killed in my head?Suppose one person is killed in one night, 365 people are killed in a year, and 3,650 people are killed in ten years, what about a lifetime?And each method of killing is extraordinary.As sinister, brutal, bloody as possible.Oh God, what a horrible murderer I am!

Instead of this, it would be better not to write any detective novels, but I can't give up that charm.Then I carve out my nightly evil plans to be more insidious and sadistic.And my wish at this moment is to find ways to become a peerless villain to a higher level.The reason why I lament is because I am too kind. The famous murderers Eugene Allan, Wainwright, Dr. Webster, Landrew, and Armstrong are all objects of my admiration.If I can have half of their evil talents, I really don't know how wonderful detective novels and crime novels I can write.I think so from the bottom of my heart.

In order to write "The Walker on the Ceiling", I even took a walk in the attic of my house, and I even searched for the most suitable cave for dripping poison.It suddenly occurred to me that if things go on like this, maybe one day I will have to put a hemp rope around someone's neck, or stab someone's heart with a short knife before I will give up.Sometimes I chat with my good friends, and even start to fantasize: Even if I strangle the other party to death now, who would doubt me? On the one hand, I hope that I am a villain who can do everything possible. On the other hand, I am afraid that one day I will realize my fantasy.As long as I use my profession to conceive a seamless evil plan and execute it, there should be no danger of exposure.Because of this, I was even afraid of myself.

The above is my villain's wish.