Chapter 71 bridge of two masters

Looking back now, it seems like a dream.At that time, there were not many readers of mystery novels, so there were only three magazines dedicated to mystery novels.Of these three, only "T Magazine" will publish my work, so in order for "T Magazine" to adopt my work, I have devoted myself to writing novels. I was living near Dankozaka at the time, and the editorial office of "T Magazine" was located in Inaricho, Taito Ward.Holding the original manuscripts I wrote, or some articles I translated to fill the space, I walked step by step from Tuanzizaka to the editorial office, passed through Sakuragi Town, passed the University of Arts with cello music and soprano singing, and arrived at I passed the cement land bridge called Liangdashi Bridge.

At that time, I developed a habit. Whenever I walked to the middle of the bridge, I would stand there like a child, staring blankly at the long-distance trains that were stopping at the platform of Ueno Station, and the trains that frequently passed under the bridge. The roof of the upper and lower trains.At night, nocturnal men and women haunt there.Both the bridge and the scenery around it gave me the impression of being dirty and unclean. …At that time, although I had already written a novel, there was no publishing house publishing a novel with a length of 600 manuscript pages, and it was impossible for any magazine to serialize it.Unless the work I have worked so hard to write can be published, otherwise my ability will be buried for the rest of my life.It was a time when the world of mystery novels was still very small, and I had absolutely no hope for my own future.

Therefore, when I was leaning on the handrail of the Two Great Masters Bridge, I would be driven by the desire to jump off several times, wanting to bid farewell to this world as soon as possible.In the end, I didn't jump down, not because I had other reasons to live, but because I didn't have the courage to jump down. ...a few years later.As everyone knows, the taste of mystery novels has been properly evaluated, and the number of general readers has increased.Later, even a logic writer like me was commissioned by a magazine to write a long-form serialized work, which was beyond my imagination at the time.Then, I considered that in my new work, I would arrange for the characters in the work to replace me and jump off the two master bridges, so that my dark memories related to the two master bridges could be erased from now on.This idea became the inspiration for my writing.

I lived in Chigasaki when I wrote this.I recalled in my mind, the two great bridges I had walked before, and let the red blood of the dead flow on them.I am not indulging in cheap sentimentality, because writing a pure mystery novel needs to stretch the lines of logic criss-crossing, so when writing, the author is not allowed to be led by the nose by such boring emotions . This 550-page novel is fortunate to have won praise among readers who really understand mystery novels.But the author himself still cannot forget the cold and rough touch of the handrails of the two major bridges.