Chapter 33 - Chapter 33: Chapter 33 Should I Report It to the Police? (2/2)
Because Lin Chuan’s “This Assassin Is Too Professional” is not labeled as ‘plot reversal + light-hearted.’
On the contrary, its label is: Realistic.
‘After killing a chicken, I had a very strong feeling.’
‘I would become an assassin.’
‘Because I am a born assassin.’
‘A year later, I joined an organization, and there, I learned fighting, combat, firearms, and most importantly, how to deal with crime scenes.’
‘All these skills were summarized through real combat experiences.’
‘My first target was a tycoon, along with his mistress.’
‘…’
‘The task went very smoothly.’
‘But that wasn’t enough, because the scene was still a mess, and I had to deal with it, otherwise, I would be exposed.’
‘I decided to falsify the scene.’
‘…’
As she read on,
Mingyue’s lips turned slightly white, her breathing became heavier, wanting to take a sip of coffee, but she put it down just as she was about to bring it to her lips.
She couldn’t drink it.
“I need to get some air.”
Mingyue took a deep breath, stood up, and walked to the window, facing her face directly at the grill, breathing in the not-so-fresh air outside.
After a while,
Mingyue finally regained her senses, returned to her seat, and started complaining, “This is too realistic, I felt as if I was right there at the scene!”
But Youyou across from her did not respond.
When Mingyue looked up,
Youyou’s eyes were fixed on the phone screen, completely engrossed.
“Youyou?”
Mingyue called out.
Youyou snapped back to reality, patting her chest, “It feels like I’m reading a horror novel, it’s thrilling and scary, but I want to keep going.”
Mingyue’s mouth twitched slightly, nodding her head, “Indeed, but I have a question.”
“What question?” Youyou was slightly surprised.
“What did Lin Chuan do before he started writing novels?” Mingyue frowned slightly.
“He started writing books in college; he didn’t do much of anything else,” Youyou pondered, “Sister Mingyue, why do you ask?”
Mingyue’s mouth twitched, “I’m wondering if I should report this?”
“Ah?”
Youyou’s eyes widened, staring intently at Mingyue.
“Just kidding,”
Mingyue smiled wryly, “Lin Chuan’s opening is written so realistically, the details are too real, I can see the scene just by closing my eyes!”
Youyou nodded, very much in agreement.
Lin Chuan is too harsh!
Mingyue continued, “Especially the part about cleaning up the scene, wiping the floor with disinfectant to prevent Luminol reagent detection, and using a hairdryer to dry the floor and shoe soles to avoid leaving footprints.”
“Even when leaving, he opened the window to let the smell of disinfectant dissipate; it’s just too professional, I’m starting to suspect he has some cases on his hands!”
Both of them took a sip of coffee.
Slowly.
The slightly bitter taste lingered in their mouths, dispersing the bloody smell in their minds.
It was only then that Youyou asked, “Will this get approved?”
“It should be fine, his description is very well controlled. If it were any more detailed, he’d be locked in the ‘small dark room,’” Mingyue pondered, “I’ll still ask the reviewers though.”
Before long,
The reviewer replied: Approved.
A radiant smile appeared on Youyou’s delicate face, like a breeze on an early March morning brushing past the willows by the river, creating ripples.
She had a feeling that Lin Chuan’s new book would do very well.
It might even surpass the swindler!
“Youyou, how about you transfer Lin Chuan under my name?” Mingyue blinked her eyes and suddenly asked.