How I was forced to be a boss

In the coffee shop on weekdays, there are a few people sitting sparsely.Quiet and leisurely.

A scream broke the tranquility, and then the police quickly blocked the place.

In the middle of the coffee shop, a middle-aged man with a pale face fell to the ground, clutching his neck tightly with his hands, and had already lost his breath.The man sitting across from him just now fell to the ground with a terrified expression, unable to make a sound.There was a small sniffling sound in the cafe.

"Hey! I don't know this person! Get me out of here quickly!" The coquettish woman in the red dress seemed frightened and tried to reason with the police, but it was obvious that her request would not be accepted.

The police quickly reassured the guests and staff of the cafe, and the autopsy and questioning of the suspect was orderly.

After all, it's Yokohama, so I'm proficient in business.

Looking at Ranpo Edogawa who was eating dessert seriously, Fukuzawa Yukichi just wanted to ask: Do you already know who the murderer is?

"...Do you already know who the murderer is?" Someone asked first.

"I know." A girl replied in a low voice.

Fukuzawa Yukichi was taken aback.

It was a pair of guests sitting at the table behind them.A middle-aged man who looked very honest looked at the... girl sitting across from him respectfully and obsequiously?

A fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl, with black hair and black eyes, was holding a cup of Coke and resting her chin, looking out of the window boredly.

"It's the editor and the author." Realizing that Fukuzawa Yukichi's attention was attracted by the pair of guests, Edogawa Ranpo glanced at them and said casually.

Editors and... Authors?Who is the editor?Who is the author?

"Of course the younger one is the author!"

The middle-aged man carefully considered his words and continued, "Has the teacher found a loophole so quickly? As expected..." The following words were blurred.

"Isn't this kind of thing clear at a glance?"

Fukuzawa Yukichi subconsciously glanced at Edogawa Ranpo.Seemingly drawn with interest, he also gazed over there.

After casually coping with the police's inquiries, the girl still looked out the window lazily.

"Eh? The teacher's reasoning ability is very good!" The man complimented.

"It's not a reasoning. Well...how should I put it, after knowing the answer, wouldn't it be a very simple matter to reverse the process?"

Looking at the confused face of the middle-aged man, the girl sighed helplessly.

"You see, as long as there are things in this world, their actions have purposes. In simple terms, they can be roughly divided into two categories. One is material purposes, such as money, power, and survival needs. ; One is the spiritual purpose, the approval of others, the pleasure of self, the venting of anger, etc. When the result of an event appears in front of you, he has already put its related personnel and affairs directly on the table. in front of you."

"That is to say, whoever benefits, dominates."

Edogawa Ranpo listened to this statement curiously, "Oh, is that so?"

Fukuzawa Yukichi frowned in thought.not understand.

"Do not understand?"

The editor smiled embarrassingly.

"For example, the murderer lady over there who is in a hurry to leave."

Fukuzawa Yukichi and the editor were surprised at the same time.

"The police said it. The person who died was the secretary of the president of Yamada Club. The person who was interrogated as a suspect was a college classmate who came with him today. The two met today because they wanted to introduce work through their relationship. They left in a hurry The young lady is the deceased's first love girlfriend, and she came here today with the benefactor. Excluding those whose interests are completely irrelevant, the murderer is among these three people."

"Then it's obviously the young lady in the red dress."

Wait, did you omit something?

"You just need to know who is in the best interest of this person's death. Although the social status of the two is completely different after graduation compared to when they were in school, they are still willing to let go of their pride and beg for a job. Mister will not kill him at this time. Because the pursuit of spiritual interests is not greater than the pursuit of material interests. Although the Mr. Jin is very dissatisfied with his lover's attention to the deceased, this dissatisfaction does not constitute an interest The source, and the hatred in that young lady's eyes is almost overflowing."

"So, what the teacher means is that this young lady's hatred constitutes...the main body of spiritual interests...?" The editor tried to use this kind of thinking to make a difficult analysis.

"That's right, this biological instinct of desperately wanting to achieve her own interests drove her actions."

"So, is this how the teacher reversed the process and evidence of the crime?"

The girl looked at him in shock.

"What are you talking about? It's like one plus one equals two. Why do you need to reverse the process as an ordinary person? I'm not a mathematician. I'm already very tired in order to survive. Work hard, okay?"

"...Eh...? Eh?"

Looking at the contact number of Fukuzawa Yukichi marked on my mobile phone, my mood is very complicated.

It is definitely not happy to say that it is not happy, but it cannot be called happy, at least not the kind of happiness that is associated with celebrities as imagined.I can't say how it happened to this point, but when a squint-eyed boy named Edogawa Ranpo solved the murder in the coffee shop and everyone was about to leave, the white-haired young man called to stop We exchanged contact information and asked me to contact him if I had anything to do.

I also don't know what could happen to me, an ordinary dropout writer, to have this man who used to represent money say something like that to me and give me that complicated look like I'm going astray.In addition, thanks to the underdeveloped online novel system in this world, a third-rate online writer like me has to write manuscripts honestly, so that I can barely be called a writer.

Of course, I also thank the writers who are not doing their jobs properly in this world.

Thinking of this makes me want to cry again.

To put it simply, I came here through time travel.I live in Yokohama, my parents are dead, I have a car and a house.In a few years, I will become the one most favored by lovely ladies and sisters in the blind date market.pity.

For a nerd like me, staying at home and watching novels and anime is a limited way of pastime in life.If you sublimate it, the food of the wives is the most important spiritual pillar in my life.I am not too picky eater, so the granary is full, and the happiness of life remains high.At least it used to be.

My literary enlightenment is "Anna Karenina", but when I think of where Leo Tolstoy might move bricks in this world, I can't help but feel sad.want to cry.

My treasury is empty.

Then I, who had no intention of going to school, decided to drop out of school to write novels.I feel sad for myself who was forced to cut my own leg meat to produce food.With such grief and indignation, a year ago, I started to submit my first novel.

Japan is a country that enjoys appreciating the "sorrow of things".Well, what you want is a sense of contrast, carefully build the most beautiful castle in the world, and then use the most brutal means to destroy it. If you feel abused, the author will win.Superficial understanding is like this. People like me don’t need to understand deeply. After all, I used to be a fast-moving reader who likes to have a good time.

My first novel was only 13 words.A very routine story, I let the hero and heroine meet at the youngest age, the innocent and lovely heroine and the gentle and elegant hero, if they develop normally, it will be a daily Qingshui novel with the label of a match made in heaven.

【Ms. Matsushima likes Mr. Fukuyama is the most gentle and lovely man in the world.

Ms. Matsushima, whom Mr. Fukuyama likes, is the most strong and optimistic girl in the world. 】

But I'm a thrill-seeking author.

I must follow through to the end.

So my hero died at [-] words.murdered.But I gave the heroine the ability to go back in time, and I gave her countless chances to save her hero.Of course, she will eventually understand that this is just a way for an author to tease the creatures in his writing.The more she suffers, the more the spectators will feel a pleasurable sense of pain, and then you will find that after a share of pain is divided—more will proliferate.

【…

Ms. Matsushima stood blankly in the dilapidated courtyard, as if the beauty of the past was still in front of her eyes.

Strong unwillingness and anger enveloped her, her heart seemed to be torn apart, and the pain seemed to spread to every inch of her body. For a moment, she seemed to suddenly lose her limbs, facial features and skin.She didn't even know if she was breathing.is she still alive

Ah, still alive.

Suddenly she began to think back to the past, and she began to wonder if she really loved Mr. Fukuyama?Is there really anything in the world that can’t be done without something?

The more she thought about it, the more it hurt, she had no idea what she was doing.

Yes oh, it's you.

With such a miracle, Mr. Fukuyama in all the worlds were killed.The day you make your choice is the beginning of the end.

It doesn't have to be.Everything is forced.

There seemed to be rambling and messy voices in her ears.

What am I forcing?

She finally couldn't help crying, she tried her best to scream silently, facing the direction of the sky, as if there was a wordless question, and it seemed to be a powerless vent.

It's fate.It's fate.

She fell to the ground, curled up, as if bound tightly by something, unable to move, and twitching slightly as if she was still in pain.

She seemed to hear Mr. Fukuyama's voice, patient and gentle.

"Matsushima, listen, it's snowing."]

When my first novel "Fate-Winter Solstice" was published, it happened to be winter, which was quite appropriate.I voted for several publishing houses, but I didn't expect the biggest one to respond to me, and quickly assigned a responsible editor to discuss related matters.But I don't care much about these, my enthusiasm has been invested in my next article.

I haven't forgotten my purpose of writing novels, I need to vent my brain hole.When there is no food, can't I just make up for it by myself?Although I am not picky eaters, I still prefer to read sweet and cool articles most of the time.

So "Destiny" is actually a book that I would never read a second time.