I really don't want to be a novelist

Chapter 188 Stable

This time the danger comes from a visitor to the detective agency,

It was a middle-aged man wearing a coat with a haggard face. Before Lin Yi's eyes, the countdown counted down to only one minute and 33 seconds left.
Someone walked into the detective agency,

After frantically looking around, he didn't find any clear source of danger in the detective agency, and Lin Yi, who was still nervous, locked his eyes on the visitor almost instantly.

This haggard-looking man, Lin Yi, knew him. He was the person involved in the case that the detective agency took over and cooperated with the police department.

Lin Yi also participated in the investigation of this case. The victim was the only daughter of a middle-aged man who was raped and killed outside.

The middle-aged man had repeatedly begged the detective agency to find the murderer, but there were not many traces at the scene, and the murderer could not be confirmed for a long time.

When the middle-aged man came to the detective agency a few times later, his state was already a bit wrong, and he even suspected that the detective agency had accepted money from other people to cover up the clues.

My mind was buzzing, thinking about these Lin Yi staring at the middle-aged man, the middle-aged man had a hand hidden in his coat, as if he was holding something.

Lin Yi stared at it, his eyes were a little red.

And the middle-aged man seemed to notice Lin Yi's gaze, and his eyes were a little red.

"Lin Yi...Lin Yi...take him to the reception room..."

The old Qian next to him was calling Lin Yi, but Lin Yi didn't respond.

Just staring at the source of potentially fatal danger,
With the weird countdown in front of him, it kept beating and shortening.

It was as if Lin Yi's heart was being gradually clenched, and his temples were throbbing violently.

"Hey……"

The old Qian next to him looked at Lin Yi's appearance and felt a little strange.
Shaking his head and sighing, he greeted the visitor before walking forward,

"...We are still trying to find a way to investigate your daughter's case, and we will not give up..."

"It's all you guys! You don't even want to return her innocence after my daughter dies!"

The middle-aged man suddenly became angry, his eyes were red, and he pulled out the kitchen knife he was holding tightly from his coat pocket.

Old Qian was frightened for a moment,
But then he was grabbed by someone.
Immediately afterwards, an office chair fell on the head of the middle-aged man.

It is Linyi.

Almost at the same time as the middle-aged man pulled out the kitchen knife,
Lin Yi's brain sounded like a severe alarm,

It was as if death was panting beside him,

With red eyes and tense spirit, Lin Yi broke out at an unimaginable speed,

An office chair next to it hit the middle-aged man with the greatest and unreserved strength.

"What do you want! What do you want!"

The middle-aged man was knocked to the ground by Lin Yi,
Lin Yi, who was driven to the point of madness by the strange countdown,
On the edge of this death danger all the more insane,
He was almost insane, even more hysterical than the middle-aged man before, with red eyes, he yelled at the middle-aged man repeatedly,

But at this time, the middle-aged man who fell to the ground after being knocked down by the knife only struggled a few times, and then began to cry.

"My daughter is only 20 years old... 20 years old!"

Only at this time did Lin Yi's other colleagues react,

He rushed towards the middle-aged man on the ground one after another, kicking the kitchen knife that fell on the ground farther,

And Lin Yi, who was roaring with red eyes just now,
At this time, after the countdown is reset again,

It's like losing all your strength,
Fell to the ground, sat slumped, dripping with sweat,
With bloodshot eyes, he kept panting heavily.

"...Lin Yi, your condition seems to be...not right."

Old Qian next to him looked at the subdued middle-aged man, then turned his head to look at Lin Yi who was sitting paralyzed next to him,

Thinking of Lin Yi grabbing the middle-aged man's neck just now, looking like he was crazy, he said cautiously,

"Affected by what case? Why don't you rest for a few more days? If it doesn't work, go to Dr. Xu."

Lin Yi just panted heavily, glanced at Lao Qian, got up and left the detective agency.

……

"call……"

"...The writing of the plot today is also very tense."

The old man finished reading today's update,

He let out a foul breath.

Then said with a smile,

"I'm blind and can't see it, how can I sleep at night after reading this content."

"Uncle Yu, are you afraid of seeing it?"

"Afraid, can you not be afraid, the older you are, the more afraid you are of death."

"This author really feels that the more he writes, the better he writes. Hearing this way, he feels like he is on the scene... It's like being in it. The plot in the novel is tense, and it's tense to read."

"Especially when I'm listening, when I'm nervous, there's a sudden turning point, and my heart skips a beat... Fortunately, I'm only blind, and my heart is fine, otherwise I wouldn't be able to enjoy this novel."

The old man talked a little too much today.

Maybe the blind old man, after listening to this horror novel,

I want to hear more.

"...This author writes very realistically, with more details... When you read it, it seems that you are also like the protagonist, who is pressed by the deadly danger and the countdown to death, so depressed that you can't breathe .”

"I'm afraid it wasn't because you were nervous and held your breath."

The old man said with a smile.

"Also a possibility."

The nurse smiled too.

The two smiled and smiled, and the smile faded again,
The old man sat for a while, and then asked again with some hesitation,

"Is the door of the house closed tightly?"

"Uncle Yu, don't worry, the door in the house is tightly closed, I have checked the natural gas, and there is no danger outside the window. There will be no burglars breaking in suddenly... I will lock the door gone."

"Then... am I good to you?"

"..."

"Uncle Yu, although there are many stories about evil servants abusing the elderly on the Internet, I still take good care of them, right?"

"Ahem... It's good, it's good... It's just that I read a novel..."

The old man coughed twice in embarrassment, and pretended nothing happened.
While picking up the Bluetooth headset, he chatted with the nurse about the weather outside the window.

The horror of Ji Zhuo's horror novel lies in the horror,

Everything inside, except for the countdown, is really possible.

And Ji Zhuo wrote these contents too detailed and true,
A seed of fear is planted in the readers' hearts, and they can't stop thinking about it.

And most fears are people's imagination about the unknown.

……

Time goes on and on.

In the cloudy weather outside the study window, in the rising and setting sun, in the gathering clouds and rain,
Every afternoon in the study, the keyboard is being tapped and crackled.

With the gradual update of Mingxiu Plank Road's "The Hour Hand Leaps to Death",

Ji Zhuo feels that the distance between darkening Chencang and the success of the system's wool is getting closer and closer.

In the following days, Carol from Burt Publishing still informed Ji Zhuo of the sales volume of "The Seven Deadly Sins" the previous day.

Carol would comfort Ji Zhuo every day,
Ji Zhuo also smiled, comforting Carol.

Carol wondered if it was to strengthen his own confidence,
Ji Zhuo was really happy.

With the stable sales of "Seven Sins" basically maintained at seven or eight hundred a day, with occasional small ups and downs,
Ji Zhuo also felt more and more stable.

Half a month has passed in the blink of an eye,
Ji Zhuo spent the first half month happily.

The data of "Hour Hand Leaps to Death" is in line with expectations and continues to increase,
And the sales volume of "Seven Sins", which is darkly hidden, is so "stable".

what is this,
This is a win-win situation!
This is a double win for Ji Zhuo winning twice!
……

"what……"

It is already late at night, and the lights of the city in the distance can still be seen,
In the nearby community, most people's lights have been turned off.

The night is diffused outside the window, and some refreshing evening breeze is blowing under the night,

Ji Zhuo had already gone out for dinner,
I don't feel much today, the script adaptation of "The Shepherd Boy Searching for Immortals" has been put on hold,

Going online rewarded a few teammates, Ji Zhuo was a little sleepy at the moment, and yawned.

Putting down the phone that was about to run out of battery, Ji Zhuo raised his head and looked out the window,

At noon today, Carol sent him yesterday's "Seven Sins" sales,
It is still a very stable [-] or so.

Although such a stable sales volume lasted for one month has proved that "Seven Sins" has a certain market due to its quality,

However, it is obviously far from the system target requirements.

Now there are only two days left before the end of the first month after the release of "Seven Sins",
Calculated so far, "Seven Sins" has sold more than 2 copies so far this month.

Even based on the average monthly sales requirement of [-], the current Seven Sins is still short of double the sales.

This is unstable?

Ji Zhuo doesn't believe that more than 2 copies can be sold in the remaining two days?
To put it bluntly, the current daily sales volume,
Burt Publishing House does not necessarily have more than 2 copies of "Seven Sins",
He seems to want to sell, but there is no stock to sell.

As Ji Zhuo thought about it, a smile appeared on his face.

Looking out the window again.

Hey, I'm very happy here.

I just don't know if Carol is happy,
I always feel that others praise their books so much and spend so much resources recommending my books.
As a result, my book was 'unbelievable', which is somewhat embarrassing.

Why don't you write a best-selling book and send it to Burt Press for compensation?
Ji Zhuo pondered.

That night,

Ji Zhuo fell asleep with a smile on his face.

Without him, happy!

……

the other side.

Europa, Burt Press.

Now is the evening in Europe,

Carol hadn't left work yet.

In the editor's office, Carol was not unhappy, but a little nervous.

Because I was having a small meeting with several of his subordinate editors and other departments of the publishing house.

"The first award that our publishing house recommends for "Seven Sins" is the White Flag Country Literary Award, which will be awarded in three days. If the award is successful...the next one will be the Great Britain Booker Award."

"If you win the award again...Guys, the time we have been waiting for has come! This will be the beginning of the sales and performance of "Seven Sins" to the top!"

Carol said, still a little excited.

This month, although relying on the publicity of Burt Publishing House, and most importantly, the word-of-mouth of readers,

Let "Seven Sins" maintain a good single-day sales volume, relying on the recent increase in the reader base,
I have been able to see people discussing this work in many literary forums on the Internet and gathering places with relevant readers,
The sales of "Seven Sins" have begun to gradually increase.
But for Carol and the editor of the publishing house who have read the novel "Seven Sins",

They all firmly believe that this book is far from achieving the desired results.

Although as the reader base grows and word-of-mouth spreads more and more, sooner or later this "Seven Sins" will become a phenomenal work,

But there is a good opportunity, which can undoubtedly shorten the diffusion time and achieve the desired results faster.

And this good opportunity is coming soon—as a newly released serious work, without the endorsement of several literary awards, it always lacks some persuasiveness.

"Editor Carroll, we have already pre-printed [-] copies of the main text in accordance with our previous plan. We just left the cover and waited for the final printing."

"As long as the cover is confirmed, the final packaging can be carried out soon."

The publisher designed the covers of three editions,
One of the editions has an extra sentence on the cover than before, "Bai Qi Guo Literary Award Best Novel Winner"

Another version is an extra "British Booker Prize-winning work"

The last version naturally has both sentences.

Just waiting for word from the two most recent awards,

It will be sent to the printing factory to start printing, and then it will be quickly bound with the [-] pre-printed copies and the printed text.
For quick stocking.

"...Okay...then let's wait for this moment."

……

White flag country.

This is a country with a white flag.

However, the publishing industry in this country is still prosperous, and the development of literature is not bad.

As a result, many literary awards have been born, such as the Goncourt Literary Award, which is one of the most famous literary awards in the world.

The Baiqiguo Literary Award for which "Seven Kinds of Sins" was submitted was one level lower than the Goncourt Literary Award,
It can be regarded as one of the best literary awards in the White Flag Country, and it also has a certain influence throughout Europe.

It is mainly awarded to the outstanding literary works published in the white flag country and Europe in that year.

The judging committee composed of famous writers, literary researchers and others conducts judging and awards.

this time,
The review committee of the Baiqiguo Literary Award gathered in a conference room,
Vote for the last and biggest award... the awards are in three days,
Naturally, the result must be obtained before then, and it is too late if it has not been voted at this moment.

The main reason is that a work that was published almost a month ago made some judges a little tangled.

Originally, most of the reviewers' opinions were to award the best novel of the Baiqiguo Literary Award to another novel released at the beginning of this year.

A new book by a fairly well-known author in Great Britain.

But the new book had some of the reviewers swayed.

Some judges' opinions are not not to give this book an award, but to say that next year,
Some judges felt that it should not be so.

"...I think this year's award-winning work is beyond doubt. If you really have to read this "Seven Sins", I don't think you should have such doubts. It is already the award-winning work in my mind."

"I didn't say this book is bad, but I just think it's a bit late for him to deliver it, or next year..."

"Late? Has it exceeded the last time we agreed on? If it has, then it shouldn't have appeared on my desk. If it hasn't, but you've finished talking, then what's the point of us setting the final time?"

"Friends, I think everyone has no doubts about the award of this book, but is just hesitant to award the award to the work of this new writer this year. Then I am talking about one thing.

Now the book has not won another award, if we give it to him now, it will be the first prestigious award for the book, and it will be too long to wait until next year, I want to wait until then, The book already has enough accolades that our literary awards don't even count as embellishments. "

"Of course, if someone still thinks that our other option is good after reading "Seven Sins", I think he should go and treat his eyes instead of sitting here and posting these bullshit reasons why he doesn't want to award awards .”

"Okay, let's start voting."

"First, a vote for The Seven Sins."

Someone raised his hand without any hesitation,
Some people hesitated and raised their hands.

The only ones who don't are those who don't raise their hands,

then.

"Very well, it seems that we have reached a rare and perfect consensus."

"Seven Sins is unanimously approved."

"I announce that this year's White Flag Literature Award for Best Novel has been confirmed as 'ABC''s Seven Sins"

"Crack...crash..."

All the judges applauded, even though they were hesitant just now, there was a smile on their faces now.

(End of this chapter)