Great Novelist

“Welcome. ”

When the doorbell rings, a section comes out and opens the door. It was a place I had been once, so it was not difficult to find my way. There were many company buildings and many people dressed in suits. Her office still felt like a break room. There was a bunch of pictures on the wall.

On its side was a black cloth covering it. If there was anything different about that day, there was a writer sitting in front of his laptop in the living room who ate apples out of his lunchbox.

“Here I am. Sister.”

“Incidentally, help me. ”

I smiled awkwardly as I saw the faith speaking softly.

“Close, no, close. ”

They cry out for closure like nightmares. It looked like a writer being chased by a deadline. I didn't say I was being chased for nothing. It was a real chase. We need to write before the deadline catches up.

“The end has no emotion. ”

He spoke in a voice of unbelief. The deadline is emotional. I begged him to wait, but he wouldn't listen. I ignore them even if I ask for mercy. No tears, no smile.

“The finish is irrelevant. ”

The section says, "The finish is empty." I'm not hurting. I'm not tired. The writer is the only one who wants to take a break. Despite the circumstances of the body that needs to eat and sleep, the finishes follow the writer at regular intervals with a constant sound.

“The deadline is now. ”

He revealed the identity of the end. A deadline without body and mind is time. Humans who deal with time are always desperate. Like a writer in front of you.

“But you're wearing a uniform today? Did you finish school already? ”

“Yeah, well. ”

“Sit down. I'll give you a car. ”

He sat on the other side of the faith, thanking the section. Faith stared intensely at the laptop with bloodshot eyes. Staring at it like that is not going to cause the laptop to vomit out horror. It was a comrade who suffered in front of the article. That's her.

I looked at him quietly and opened my mouth.

“Shall I write a deduction novel too? ”

You hear the bowl fall. The section came out of the kitchen in a panic.

“What, by any chance, are you trying to surmise me now? Challenge?”

“Haha.”

If you put a detective in the novel you are writing and put a deduction in it, the reason you cannot call it a deduction novel will disappear. I did not intend to make it into a deduction novel, but perhaps you do not know. Because uncertainty can be transformed into free material. The man who hid his identity became a hero.

Become money and a teacher.

“· · · · · · · No. ”

A small murmur. She lowers her head.

“No. I can't accept your challenge right now. You're a very scary man now. Through the breach of weakness. ”

I didn't remember giving up the challenge. I'm afraid of the look in my eyes that appears to be between my flowing hair. He shakes his head in haste before she goes any further.

“That's not it. I'm writing something right now. ”

“Is that a deduction novel? ”

“Rather than a deduction novel. ”

“Thriller? Grotesque? ”

“Listen to me. ”

The bloodshot eyes follow you.

“I'm confused. The unsub has no detectives, he's nervous, but he's not afraid. ”

“That's ambiguous.”

“That's incorrect. It was good at first, but now it's grabbing at the ankle. ”

I thought about it for a moment and asked.

“What about asking your visions? Be a novelist.”

Impossible. I smashed his mouth. He didn't have the right answer anymore. And I didn't want to. He briefly explained the situation.

“So I came to get some advice. ”

“I have three noses. ”

Faith put its head on the desk. The section fills its tongue with such faith.

“You're very everyday, aren't you? ”

“My sister keeps telling me to catch a cold. I'm really scared that this is going to happen every holiday. ”

She seems unfamiliar to me as she struggles.

“Who's to blame? ”

“I don't know, you're being too hard on her. ”

I like to have a drink, but I ignore her whining lightly. The section brought a can of beer and green tea.

“As you can see, it's hard to get anything out of this. ”

The cheerful sound of picking cans rang in the office. It was faith that responded to that sound.

“Yes, you're a coincidence. You're a fairy who can fly to a land of fantasy anytime. Go away.”

“You're an amazing person who can become like a drunkard without drinking. ”

“What the hell? ”

He told her who frowned.

“There was no such thing as a fairy. ”

Her expression brightens at once.

“You've read it, haven't you? I thought it was a charming character. You liked it, too, right?”

“I was teased by my brother because I was unlucky. ”

“Are you kidding? He doesn't know anything. A cheeky rich or lazy genius is a character who has been loved for a long time. I sprinkled a spoonful of my belief as a writer on it. Professor Dong's position is compromised. ”

“Thanks to you, many people are overlapping me with the inevitable. ”

“Does that mean a lot of people have seen my book? ”

Positive in strange ways. I was proud of the character I created. Seeing her to her satisfaction, the thought of what she wanted to cover crossed my mind. And at the same time, I remembered why I came here. I'm not here to argue about the inevitable.

It was.

“How do you usually write? ”

“Writing?”

I asked about the subject of my sudden faith. Yeah, writing. Let me be clear, I looked back and replied.

“Just write it down. What's so special about writing? ”

“That's funny. ”

The section laughed at her.

“Where are you being so modest? Every time you write, you're next door, upstairs, chasing everyone down, and you forget to protest? That's why you got the office, isn't it? ”

“Oh, really. Do you want to reveal such a top secret even though you can hear that you're writing a mystery novel by chance? ”

“What class. I'm too busy talking to reporters. ”

She silenced the news reporter. He knows the sins he has committed. And at the same time. All the trouble she's caused. It even says "top secret," which means something. He said, this time it was not a question.

“I'd like to see that. ”

My faith murmured.

“What.”

“The writing site next door, where I called the people from upstairs together. ”

Journalist. Coverage. Visit.Disclosure. He spit out one word at a time. Her eyebrows narrow, and she takes a sip of cold water from Australia's share. It was hot.

“Good. I might be able to see a passageway. ”

It's good for each other. The section seemed happy to be able to have a good look. Faith stood up and began to prepare.

“Sis, can I move this living room table over there? ”

“Of course.”

“I'll do it. ”

The three of them moved quickly and made room in the living room.

Faith briefly explained the story she was writing. It's a mix of dance and murder and reasoning. The protagonist and speaker is a dancing student. She loses her best friend and wanders around looking for the culprit.

I saw faith standing with my laptop in a large living room. There's always a killer in her writing. The perpetrators sin for a variety of reasons. Detectives don't forgive them. Victims don't forgive them. He's a murderer until the end of the novel. Other

I don't give it a name. There are readers who like her novels and there are readers who hate her novels. But she never compromises on that. He liked her novel like that.

“Where was your sister getting stuck? ”

“The part that identifies the culprit. It's the pinnacle of novels, but it's still aesthetic. ”

Readers who read detective novels have many maniacs. People who are familiar with all kinds of tricks and devices, but also enjoy questioning and challenge detectives and deduce them together. Reasoning is elegant and strong. It resembles hunting and brain games. European aristocrats for nothing.

is not a hobby of.

Modern times are full of detectives. The writer of the deduction novel, "Faith Survives," was rigorous. That's why she was desperate in front of the post like a cold.

Her glances distorted, looking at her writings. The stuffiness was expressed as it is. The crooked glabella gets closer and closer. I put down my laptop and reached out my hand.

“Take my hand. ”

He stared at his hand.

“Why?”

“I told you I miss you. ”

“Hands?”

“The writing site. ”

She lowers her hand in frustration, reads the fingerprints on the manuscript and kneels.

“Ah, I'll never forgive you. I'll take care of the rest of them. ”

Then he goes on to grip his head and suffer.

“Ugh.”

It's a strange sound. He pulls back. I asked the section about sipping beer.

“What is this? ”

“Acting.”

Writers write in a variety of ways Among them were writers who play and write characters in novels. That's faith.

“This guy gets into that mess every time he writes. It's worth coming from the house next door, right? ”

It's a text that shows the weaponry and struggle. Due to the nature of her writing, an act of stirring up commotion would be mandatory.

“Haven't you been reported? ”

“Not yet.”

Without hesitating over their conversation, she continued to act. It's a writing style that goes so well with her to express and see everything. Although my voice was lacking, I did not lag behind as much as other actors. If Director Joo sees this,

I don't think I casted it on a bird trail.

“Ah.”

Then the smoke stopped. A brief sound of enlightenment raised the faith to its knees. His face was strangely bright. I thought I had a good idea for writing, but my eyes were on me. It's ominous. Her mouth moves.

“Do you want to deduce? ”

I knew it. I stepped back. She takes a step closer.

“How do I do that? ”

“No, you can do it. It's a coincidence. Splendid. Foggy. Refreshing. I know from experience that it's good to see you. ”

Her eyes were full of thoughts to reference the scene. But that was impossible. Because you weren't a detective. I don't know any reasoning. She denies it again, but she's already into the idea she came up with.

“You can do it. ”

I started to explain the suspect's alibi and clues. Perspective, Estimated Motive, Suspicious Behavior, Suspicious, Powerful. Those words show their existence, but I still don't know. The teachers and students in the dance class were the main characters. She reaches out her hand.

“Dance with me. ”

He had no choice but to hold her hand. Glacier approaches, saying.

“He's in here. ”

Burn (3) End

lim Han-baek