48 Hours a Day

It didn't take much effort for Zhang Heng to quickly settle into the life of the mountain resort.

In the daytime, he spent most of his time hunting with Hemingway and his friends, talking about poetry and literature, or listening to Asimov talk about his newly constructed future world.

The latter was also preparing to get all the science fiction writers in the mountain resort together to start a small club, and Zhang Heng, who had been with Asimov recently, was fortunate enough to be invited to become the second member of this club.

In addition, Zhang Heng also got involved with another strange group after solving a burglary case in the villa, although the burglary turned out to be a self-inflicted crime.

And it was only after Zhang Heng joined there that he realized that cases like this turned out to be staged at least once a week, by a different person.

That's right, this club would be the Reasoning Club.

The reasoning club is led by two men and one woman, three masters of mystery novelists. He handed over his room number.

But in this way, Zhang Heng was also certain that the Conan Doyle in front of him was not the same person as the one he had met in the deduction method copy who had given him a pen.

In fact, after several months, Zhang Heng had already gotten to the bottom of the Villa's residents and the service staff inside, but the Villa's owner was the only one who hadn't shown his face.

A group of bored writers from the mystery club were obviously interested in this issue as well, and they started researching before Zhang Heng did, and eventually came to a surprising conclusion.

"The owner of the mountain resort is among us."

Across from Zhang Heng, a lady with a necklace around her neck, permed blonde hair, dignified looks and sharp eyes lifted the coffee on the table and smiled.

"Why do you say that?"

"Because if one assumes that you are the owner of the Hill and have gone to such lengths to bring all the brilliant authors together in one place, it is impossible to miss the ensuing excitement, and whoever he is and whatever his intentions are, he must be watching us from somewhere at the moment." The lady wearing the necklace lowered her voice while taking a sip of coffee.

With her words the atmosphere suddenly became creepy.

Well, who was sitting in front of Zhang Heng was the queen of detective novels, Agatha Christie, whose popular detective novels such as Murder on the Orient Express, Murder on the Nile, and No One Left Behind were so popular that statistically, only the Bible and Shakespeare's books in this world had sold more than her.

And she's one of the three leaders of the mystery club.

But this time, this Queen of Reasoning was also a little bit off the mark. Perhaps only Zhang Heng in the entire mountain estate knew what the owner's true intentions were in assembling all the outstanding authors in the world.

It was just that even if he told the truth to Agatha Christie across the street, the other party probably wouldn't believe it, and would 80% think that he was too conceited.

But Zhang Heng did quite want to meet the owner of this place again, not necessarily now, at least before he left this copy, and Zhang Heng also had to admit that Agatha and the others' presumptions were a bit off base, but they were not unreasonable.

So he then humbly asked, "Then who do you think has the greatest likelihood of being in the manor?"

"You." Agatha said without hesitation, "You're most suspicious because you're the last one here, and you live in the most backward era, and no one here has read your novels or knows you, and we don't even know if your status as a novelist is real or not."

"............"

"But," Agatha spoke, "I don't feel like you again now, and I've heard what happened between you and Shakespeare, and if you're really the master of the place, there should be no reason why you shouldn't know what kind of a man he is, and wouldn't have messed with him from the start, and you've just come to the Hill with a banner The bright stance of the owner of the estate is also not quite what you are. But it doesn't rule out the possibility that you deliberately do these things to distract us when you know you're most suspicious; after all, detective novels often end with an unexpected twist."

"And besides me?"

"Room 515." Agatha thought, "The room on the fifth floor closest to the end of the corridor, you've heard of it, the tenant in there has never shown his face, food and water are brought in by the waiters here, it's very mysterious, but in detective fiction, such characters are basically a blindfold thrown out by the author to attract the public's attention, I'd rather suspect you in comparison. "

"Thank you, if I can't hold it together any day and want to confess, I'll definitely come to you first." Zhang Heng expressed his gratitude to Agatha and then got up.

And when he reached the door of the refreshment room, Agatha's voice came from behind him again

"Next time it's your turn to set up the mystery game again, you did a great job on that mystery ripper case earlier, it's like you were there yourself, I look forward to seeing you play again."

After bidding farewell to Agatha, Zhang Heng was invited by the fantasy bestselling female author to attend a popular fiction seminar, originally Zhang Heng thought that after his encounter with Shakespeare, similar gatherings wouldn't come to him anymore, but it turned out that he was a little overthinking.

Except for the female author who had previously served her at Shakespeare's side, the vast majority of authors in the manor appreciated Shakespeare's works and acknowledged his position in the literary world, but it was far from being to the extent of obeying him, and what he did was also seen by the people around him.

The result was that no one invited Zhang Heng to Shakespeare's parties, but the smaller-scale private parties between several authors and friends invited Zhang Heng more than Shakespeare.

The first time I saw him, I thought that he was not a good writer, but he had a lot of help from the masters, and after three months, his writing skills finally broke through lv1. This is the fastest growing.