Detective Bennet [Comprehensive novel]

Of course, it was impossible for Kelsey to ask the truth, she looked at Mike adoringly.

"Don't be angry. I have begged a senior for a long time, and he is finally willing to reveal some news in the industry. Editor-in-Chief H, a leader in the industry, is very courageous and dares to use the stories of newcomers, and often sells super high sales. King of Terror."

It's better for Mike not to know the truth.

How do I tell Mike, I got his contact information, originally I just wanted to inquire about some publishing news.

Unexpectedly, after observing twice, I found that Mike still had two faces.The news agency lives like a handyman, but has a lot of say in the dime-horror business.

Mike involuntarily curled his lips slightly.If it weren't for the purpose of expanding contacts and strengthening the second business, who would want to suffer and suffer in the news agency. "You, you keep a low profile. This is a low-key job."

If Mike hadn't had the orbicularis microtrophy, raised lower eyelids, slightly squinted eyes, smile creases under his eyes, and a series of happy microexpressions, Kelsey would have been a little more convinced that he wanted to keep a low profile.

Kelsey invited again, "Shall we go to the coffee shop? If I can treat you to a cup of coffee, oh, to the King of Terror, what could be more honored than this."

Mike didn't refuse this time, he had long wanted to drink a hot cup.

I also prefer the straightforward compliments with a Scottish accent, which is hundreds of times better than the indifference that fills London.

It was raining heavily outside, and the store was full of warmth.

Mike took a break and took Kelsey's manuscript.

Turn it over, the first page is not text, but an illustration of a devil grinning.The grin was so frightening that he, who had read countless paintings, gasped.

Regardless of the text story, just this painting is enough.

Mike continued to turn the page as he thought about it, without realizing that after 10 minutes, he found that he had reached the last page.He looked up blankly, "What about the ones behind? Is Jack the murderer?"

Kelsey touched her head embarrassingly, "I don't know if it can be published, and I haven't written about it yet."

"Write! You! Quick! Write!"

Mike took a deep breath, never expecting to fall into the pit after reading countless articles.

"Remember! My publication is my call. Andy Adair, as long as your stories stay at this level, I promise to print them all."

Mike glanced at the appearance of making a background board in the news agency, took out a handful of coins without blinking, and counted them casually, "Today you gave three chapters, 25 pounds is fine."

Kelsey looked at the pile of gold coins on the table. She knew that she had the strength and worked hard in the right direction. The money would not come too hard, but this time the money came too fast.

If I met Mike in the news agency for the first time, I would never dare to think that he has such a straightforward side.Of course, the confidence to be refreshing is that you have a lot of money.It seems that the profiteering profits of cheap horror novels are several times higher than estimated.

Mike took out another piece of paper from the briefcase, which detailed the matters related to the delivery and remuneration.

For example, the delivery address, and the manuscript must be submitted before the current Sunday, and it will be published on the next Saturday.

For example, the remuneration is calculated according to the number of chapters, half of the manuscript is handed in on the spot, and the other half is handed in next week.Generally, three chapters are [-] pounds. It is recommended to complete the book with about [-] chapters, and a whole book does not exceed [-] pounds.

"To celebrate the acquaintance, I will add an extra five pounds today. You don't need to press the manuscript fee, and you can settle it on the spot in the future. I will rush to print the three chapters today, and a new one will be published this Saturday."

Mike identified Kelsey's potential based on his experience of reading books.Its writing is still slightly jerky, but the plot is enough to entice people's appetite.

Even if half the readers of a penny horror novel are unrefined and throw it away, the publisher still receives thousands of letters from readers every week.

This half of readers cares about which stories are more interesting and which ones fall by the wayside.This feedback is directly linked to sales, and publishers of course listen to their opinions.

Mike wouldn't miss a cash cow, no, a good one.

It was a pity that I missed "Chocolate Cake" three months ago, so the new writer fell to other publishing houses.

Mike encouraged Kelsey with a pleasant face, "Write more, and the more you write, the smoother you will be. Don't push the money out, pay as much as you have, it would be better if you can write in multiple languages.

Don't forget, we don't release only in London, UK.If you translate by yourself and make no mistakes, you can send to France, Italy, etc. "

While lowering his voice, Mike couldn't hide his excitement, "This is a big career, be bold, you understand!"

Kelsey nodded as she listened carefully, and said in her heart that you are the one who wants to keep a low profile, and you are the one who wants to be bold. Are you not tired of jumping around repeatedly?

Mike looked at Kelsey's attentive listening face and felt relieved that he had discovered a great horse. At the same time, he couldn't help sighing that everyone has another side.If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have imagined that the silly boy could write extremely weird stories.

"Let's do it today. The rain has stopped, and I have other things to do. There are two points to note, don't write too long, and this line does not want to be famous for future generations. It is dangerous to have that kind of thinking."

How do you count as leaving a name for future generations?

Anyway, Kelsey had never heard such a story in her previous life.It may be that she reads few novels, but it is enough to show that there are no famous masterpieces handed down.

Mike's reminder may have multiple meanings, but the most important thing is - don't overly allude to the current society, otherwise one-half of the ban/book will be completely banned.

"I will keep the words of Editor Mike in my heart."

Kelsey nodded obediently again, got up and sent Mike out of the coffee shop.

"Goodbye then." Mike was about to turn around when he remembered that he still hadn't asked. "Oh, you actually forgot to write it. You are a newcomer, and I need to worry about everything. What is your pen name and today's story?"

Kelsey secretly thought that he was waiting for you to ask, with a look of asking for advice. "I want to use Apep as my pen name. Today's story is "Devil's Pleasure", is that okay?"

"Of course. Especially Apep, the Egyptian snake god who plunged the world into perpetual darkness, the pseudonym is very suitable."

Mike agreed very much, waved his hands goodbye, and muttered in a low voice, "Actually, it's good that we didn't recruit that "Chocolate Cake", whose name doesn't fit the style of a horror publishing house. "

""chocolate cake"? "

Kelsey was so impressed by the pseudonym that Thriller Press serialized his novels, and three sets of them have been completed.

Before writing this time, Kelsey bought a lot of cheap horror novels and analyzed the article structure of such stories.It's a pity that most of them are more than bloody and horror but not enough logic, but the novel of "Chocolate Cake" is different.

In particular, the use of toxicology in his article is different from most writers' random fabrications, all of which are well-founded, and some are even uncommon knowledge of the nineteenth century.

Perhaps a research scientist's vest?His logical reasoning ability is really good.

Kelsey guessed at random, thinking about it, really hungry for chocolate cake.

There is a Hari cake shop on the nearby street, which sells signature chocolate cakes every Saturday.It's not expensive, but the taste is unique, so she, who is not obsessed with sweets, also praised it.

How about going to publish more manuscripts on social media on Saturday, and you can earn a large amount of manuscript fees.Buy the new issue of "Chocolate Cake" and a copy of Harry's Cake.

Enjoying afternoon tea while reading new issues is a wonderful moment.

**

On Saturday, Kelsey went to Harry's Bakery as planned.

There was a torrential rain just now, at 03:30 in the afternoon, there were fewer cars and horses on the road than usual.

Walking into the T-junction of Jinsi Street, the sweet smell gradually permeates the tip of the nose.The aroma of Harry's brand cakes overbearingly made passers-by stop one after another, and the queue lined up outside the store after a while.

"It's really distressing to have a team like this."

A carriage drove into Kings Street from the east, and Caroline Bingley raised the curtain, frowned and shook her head complaining with her fan behind her face.

No matter how popular Harry's cakes are, in her opinion, they can only satisfy middle- and low-level civilians.Comparing it with the craftsmanship of the high-priced chef hired by the Bentley family, you can know which one is better without trying it.

Immediately, Carlo thought of the purpose of coming here, and quickly raised the corners of his mouth, but still tried to maintain restraint.

I heard that at tea time today, my brother and Mr. Darcy will go to Essen's hat shop on Kings Street.

She hoped to see Mr. Darcy a few more times, maybe when the two got acquainted, Mr. Darcy would be able to get closer to her instead of maintaining politeness.

It's a pity that her brother never creates opportunities for her, she can only find opportunities to meet by chance, such as buying cakes here today.Otherwise, how could she line up with a bunch of people on the side of the road.

Of course, when the coachman stopped, Caroline did not get out of the car.

After she ordered the maid to queue up, she picked up the car curtain and looked for Eisen's hat shop.

At this moment, Kelsey walked out of the cake shop with a paper bag in her hand and a smile on her face.

It's half an hour away from home, and soon I can enjoy afternoon tea with milk tea and cake.

"Oh, my eyes! This bearded man's hat is so low that it covers half of his face. Why do you let me see his smirk? I'm actually here, waiting for cake with this kind of fat lower class."

Caroline just glanced at Kelsey, and moved to the other side of the carriage in disgust, not wanting to pollute her sight.This time she looked out again, her eyes lit up immediately, and her brother and Mr. Darcy were coming out of Eisen's hat shop.

"Old York, . . . "

Caroline hadn't finished speaking to the coachman when suddenly there were screams in the street.

"what--"

"Get out of the way!"

"Oh, is that man crazy! Driving like this!"

I saw a carriage rushing into Jinsi Street from the west side.

The driver rushed like he didn't look at the road, approaching the T-junction, he didn't care about the long queue at the entrance of Harry's Cake Shop, and even accelerated his speed.

'Kang! ’ A plank was knocked off the Bentley’s coachman’s arm.Old York gasped, and let go of the horse in pain.

At this release, the horses of the Bingley family screamed in fright, dragging the carriage out of control and rushing forward.

"hiss--"

Everyone gasped, seeing that the wagon that caused the accident and the frightened wagon were about to collide.They pushed back one after another, lest they would be affected if it was later.

Suddenly, a bearded man rushed out.

Although he is slightly fat, he is surprisingly agile.After a few steps, he turned over and sat on the out-of-control horse, grabbed the rein firmly with both hands, and turned the horse's head.With the oncoming carriage that caused the accident, it barely missed by a few inches.

For a while, Jinsi Street was extremely quiet.

Hearing the wheels of the wagon causing the accident rolling rapidly, he turned a corner on the spot and headed north and south at the T-junction.

Only then did people regain their senses and shouted one after another.

"God, no one cares? We almost got hit!"

"Seize the people in that carriage, there must be something wrong with them!"

"By the way, what about the beard? He saved us!"