Chapter 668： Strange phone

The next day, Pei Ziyun arrived in the park the same as yesterday, and someone shouted. At a glance, Pei Ziyun was two police officers and a cashier. ? шщЩ.suimEnG.1a

"Is the inquiry about the case?" Pei Ziyun turned in and saw the head of an inspection minister. The cashier said slightly, "Student Yamada, don't be nervous. This is Ishizaka's criminal, just ask."

"Classmate Yamada, are you going to the park to exercise?"

Ishizaka Keigo looks like he is in his forties, probably because he is relatively stressed, his hair is a little gray, his body is blessed, and he looks very harmonious.

"A police officer from a quasi-professional group." Pei Ziyun pouted for a long time without saying a word. Why Dongsong admitted to a prestigious university is actually very simple, that is, it implements a de facto imperial examination system.

The rank of the East Police Officer is made up of inspectors, inspectors, inspectors, police officers, police officers, police, police officers, police chiefs, police supervisors, and police directors. ..

But from a famous school, even if they are recruited, they are recruited by the police department, while ordinary universities are talented, and inspections are started. Generally speaking, they are retired, but they are just police department supplements-basically the ceiling is the police department.

If I graduate from high school, I wo n’t have a name. I ’ve been an inspector for ten years. I can look at the hard work and give it to the inspector. The man is over forty years old. The rank of inspector is the inspector. Origin of quasi-professional group.

It can be said that if you can't get a prestigious school in Dongliao, no matter in the government or the company, the promotion space is very small. Even if you have some talents, you can only be a middle-level cadre in your life.

Pei Ziyun is slandering in the belly, and Ishizaka Keigo is not surprised. The child is nervous and natural. He smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, can you tell me what this man has to say to you?"

Japan is very interesting. In fact, Japanese people rarely move. Most Japanese people live in the same place and work in a company. There are familiar people around them. Therefore, Japanese people do not have a unified identity card. Every morning, the police would go to the police station and say hello to people at work and school. That is to say, Tokyo's floating population is a little special. This attitude is still quite normal.

Pei Ziyun naturally bowed his head and told the situation at that time. Ishizaka Keigo nodded his head and recorded. Then he got up slightly and said, "Thank you, classmate Yamada."

Watching Pei Ziyun go away, a young inspector wondered for a while, or asked: "The head of the group, this case is not a murder, but a suicide. The matter is clear. Is it necessary for us to do this?"

"It is indeed suicide. If you want to commit suicide by poisoning, just go through a procedure."

"But it's belly-cutting. It's very professional. It's scary. Maybe there's trouble in the succession. We take care of things and there is no harm." Ishizaka Keigo replied: "You don't understand belly-cutting. This kind of pain is not ordinary people. Patience, he didn't make mistakes. "

"Maybe a martial artist ..."

"You are a police officer, and you also saw the photo. It was a standard cut, and it died twenty minutes after the cut, but the man didn't make a sound, and the waiter not far away didn't pay attention, which is terrible."

"Don't say that most martial arts are performing now, even if there are traditional martial arts, it is difficult to endure this pain. You know why there is a misunderstanding of the abdomen. This is the pain, even the most violent warriors in ancient times.

"It may not be finished yet, we have to finish it, so as not to bear unnecessary responsibilities."

"Hi, I see." The young policeman said, bowing his head and thanking the senior for teaching.

Pei Ziyun, who spent an hour of training, returned home. For true scientific training, more than an hour of exercise is chronic suicide. Most of them are for achievement. But for Pei Ziyun, a martial art master, it is not necessary. Lose life.

One hour is enough to keep the body in proper metabolism and continue to grow.

Pei Ziyun, sitting cross-legged at the square table, turned on the computer again, and noticed the e-mail. Looking closely, it was the editor's e-mail of Baishi Xueguan Press.

Pei Ziyun's eyes brightened, he nodded, and looked at the screen.

I saw the editor's reply: "I am honored to inform you that it is not only me, along with my colleagues and editor-in-chief, who all agree that your short story" Samurai under the cherry blossoms "is quite talented and has been adopted by our society. Will be published ... "

After reading the reply, Pei Ziyun stood up and turned around a few times.

The internal integrity of Japanese society is fairly good. Shiraishi Gakuen Publishing House is a reputable publisher. It will not deliberately lower the manuscript pay, but it is not a very high-profile writer when it comes to its debut.

"A short story, isn't it enough to pay for it yourself?"

"I do have manuscripts, but Japan doesn't like to change jobs. Not to mention multiple submissions for one manuscript, even more submissions for one person. It is also easy to be considered as having integrity issues."

Dongxuan likes stability and loyalty. Stability and loyalty are important considerations for employment. Temporary workers do not matter. Frequent job-hopping of formal members is a taboo. If they have more than two lifetimes, they will affect employment. As long as the company has difficulties, but it has not yet gone bankrupt Job-hopping, often considered the most untrustworthy job applicant, will leave a stain on the resume that is difficult to erase.

The author is better, and can cooperate with multiple publishers (newspapers and magazines), but submitting to multiple publishers at the same time is not welcome.

"Wen Chaogong can't submit to multiple publishers. Even if it's for money, it can only be changed, and it can't be frequent. After all, this circle is small."

"Furthermore, even if the manuscripts submitted under the pseudonym are all excellent products, and they are adopted, they will also be paid for new manuscripts, which is a pity."

"Never mind, this time it was published in a newspaper or magazine. I posted the last" The Change of Pu Pu Men Men ", and if it was adopted again, Ibuki Koki ’s best novel" Who is the Second Person " Put it on, this book won the seventh Hirakawa prize, and the first edition was published with 20,000 copies. Later, it was printed 5 times in a year and sold 90,000 copies. "

"If you win 10,000 yuan for a manuscript, the 80,000-character bill will be 280,000 yuan. If you can publish it, you will have 4 million yuan even at the 8% royalty rate for newcomers."

"It's enough. I don't rely on my work to make a living. Besides, this is a debut work, and I will release this great **** in the water field again."

"Mizutano's work, but a big killer, will definitely not fade, and it will still be a classic without the major changes in the Japanese social environment."

"Take the eleven classic novels in the paddy field and eat them for a lifetime."

"However, that's a long way to go. It's okay to publish a short story. If" Who is a Second Person "is published, the editor must visit. Will I be surprised to see it?"

In Japan, publishers use the author ’s copyright. Even if a book cannot be sold, royalties have to be paid to the writer. If such a thing is encountered, it is of course a loss for the publisher. Publication is very cautious, and someone must be sent to visit and discuss it repeatedly.

Thinking of the editor's surprised expression, Pei Ziyun couldn't help showing a pleasant smile.

"However, the most important thing for me now is to solve it. What about traveling alone-I am too young!"

"Not to mention, the graduation tour of elementary school, but the class left together, there is absolutely no reason for elementary school students to travel alone."

"I have to think of a way."

"With that, I can first contact Mariko Takamori, and then use the name of Mariko Takamori to give me convenience."

Chiba

The tram was full of people, and there was a mix of sweaty smell and perfume. Although the passengers were habitually silent throughout the journey, it was just habitual tolerance.

Mariko Takamori clutched the handrail, wearing a tired face, sweat dripping down her hair, and rushed to the window: "Grandma Aoki next door called, and Kiko got a fever. What about her?"

The window reflected her. She was actually only 28 years old this year, but she looked embarrassed and looked more than 30 years old. She really wanted to cry.

At this moment, the cell phone rang again. Is it Granny Aoki's call or a debt collection call? She hesitated for a while before pulling out her cell phone in her bag, she persisted in receiving the call, and did not hang up for twenty seconds.

"Hmm ... not ..." A strange call was displayed on the phone screen.

Takamori was so frightened that he froze for a while before answering the call.

"Hey, are you ..."

"Ah, it's Gao Sensang!" The voice came quite young, but the tone was also quite calm, saying, "I'm Shinichi Yamada."

"Yamada-kun, are you?" Mariko Takamori was very confused. She didn't know this person. Listening to this voice, maybe a college student, this should not be a debt collection phone!

"I contact you at Shi Dujun's will."

"Shi Dujun ... is it a sincere man?" Mariko Takamori heard this unexpected name, such as Zhong Lei, and could hardly breathe.

"Yes, Shidu Chengren." The opposite voice continued to speak calmly, as if he heard some voices, saying, "Are you inconvenient now?"

"Then you will call me at ~ www.novelhall.com ~ I'm free here at any time."

"Hey, hey!" It wasn't polite to call on the tram. After the cut off, Mariko Takamori shook her body, lost her eyes, almost missed the class, and got out of the car in a hurry. Arrived at a place, turned slightly, turned into an apartment, and ran quickly up.

"Kiko, what's the matter with you?" Seeing the door half open, her voice was a little crying. She now has nothing but Kiko.

The door opened and a woman in her sixties appeared.

"Aoki Sang, did you take care of Noriko? Thank you so much." Makoko Takamori bowed deeply and thankfully, and entered quickly, and saw a sleeping eight-year-old girl, looking fine, touched Touch, feel relieved.

"Madako, although I am very busy at work, it is also important to take care of Kiko ... Hey!" The old woman wanted to continue, looked at it, but sighed: "Find a man who can take care of you and Kiko ! "

Takamori shook off the old woman with tears, and then closed the door, looked at her daughter, and slowly sobbed. She didn't dare to speak loudly, so she whispered, her voice filled with imitation helplessness.