Great Novelist

Waltz is a kind of standardized dance where men and women danced together, a popular social dance in Europe around the 19th century, and it was a typical dance that came to mind when partners hugged each other. Relaxing and elegant, he moves his feet in circles with a relaxed beat. Australia Awards

I bit sulfur.

“Why are we dancing? ”

“It's my day. ”

Faith was already immersed in smoke. The dancing student was a detective or speaker in a novel. In the majestic waltz music played by the section, he stood still.

“What kind of person? ”

“Justice and extroversion. She dances really well. ”

“What about our dead friend? ”

“You danced well after her. ”

“What about the killer?”

She laughs.

“I don't know.”

She hasn't found the culprit yet. That was the only answer she could give.

“Tell me about the view from the dance classroom. ”

“There's a mirror. The walls are all mirrors so you can see them dancing. ”

She continued to explain in detail. Rectangular floors, wall-covered mirrors, teachers and two older students, a hobby pair, and her. The dance classroom is in the basement. It is unlikely that a monstrous intruder would break in from outside the window. The key to the day of the incident goes to the main character.

All suspects. Everyone is looking for the culprit. I looked at the red fire extinguisher in the corner of the classroom. There was a pile of dust sitting there.

The dance revealed her anxiety. You look at the situation calmly and objectively like a detective, but there is a deep avenging sleep in it for you.

He imagined six eyes, twelve legs, apart from her and himself. Stepping on the floor and dancing lines. A mirror that illuminates it. The song plays and she dances. He moved his feet to the tune. And stepped on it.

“I thought you said you danced well. ”

“That's right."

“Second best thing about a dead friend. ”

“Yes.”

The pain in the back of his foot interfered with the flow, but he focused on the scene. Twelve eyes, sixty toes. A mirror that reflects everything.

She steps away from him for a moment and turns back into her arms. The belief muttered: Natural Pivotton Rudolph Ronde Reverse Pivot. It was in her writings. It was very different from reality. Faith leaned back. He gripped her teeth.

I supported him.

My hands tremble. What kind of writing are you writing? I came here because my roots were shaking. The unsub is breaking even his own words. Let's catch something like this. He decides not to be the enemy, but to see something if she catches the one she's talking about.

“It hurts!”

“I'm sorry."

This time he stepped on her feet. Then I had to decide. How to catch the killer. He opened his eyes. I'm dancing. It had two legs and ten toes. It was a beautiful dress and suit, but it didn't fit. Red Trim

It was a weave. It looked like a costume borrowed from a rental shop. Other than hobbies, the rest of us were practicing for the amateur competition. Hobbyists are looking at people like that. They paid to lose weight. I was depressed because I didn't have any spiritual results.

The beginning of the class was written on one wall. Someone's clothes were stained, and someone left their shoes and reported something else. Witnesses who witnessed the suspicious nature of the partner and person whose alibi was unclear are dancing.

Music flows and people circle. I look in the mirror, and I see myself dancing with her. The mirror was shining everything. You can see the movement of the reflected people clearly. Who committed the murder.

“I don't know. ”

“Ah.”

“I'm not a detective. ”

So I decided to take it.

“Isn't the speaker the culprit? ”

The tail of faith rises. It meant she wasn't the culprit.

“Why did you think that? ”

“You have motive. Or jealous.”

I noticed that I danced well after the speaker. She was glad the deduction missed.

“Unfortunately, detectives can't be the culprits. ”

A detective can't be a killer. She put one of the laws of deduction fiction in her mouth. There were different laws in the deduction novel. The authors who wrote the great detective novels were new rules. When this law is broken, the charm of the abstract novel becomes less attractive. The meaning of reasoning fades. Of course, deduction.

Because fiction is not a sport, breaking the rules does not disqualify me or give me a yellow card. Recently, there have been many writers who have deliberately changed to break the cliché.

I thought about the laws that I know. Don't set the twins or servants up as the perpetrators. Don't get too caught up in the description. The detective should not be the perpetrator. There should not be two detectives. The unsub should be visible from the start and a figure of interest. Reasoning

The law of snow.

“Do you know who that is? ”

Faith asked.

“Can you tell me your reasoning? Mr. Great Detective?”

“I'm not a detective. ”

He was a writer. There's no such thing as reasoning. Instead, I know roughly how the world works. And before his eyes was the creator of a memorable story. He put the real culprit in his mouth.

“You're the culprit, right? ”

The music stops. The clumsy dance is over. He looked closely at the eyes of faith.

“· · · · · · Why do you think so? ”

The writer is embarrassed. The culprit is confirmed.

“That's right.”

“No?”

“Really?"

“· · · · · · Why did you think that? If you're a detective, you have to give me a reasoning. ”

“Speeding up. His eyes moved and his mouth tightened. This is proof that he's lying. ”

“Are you talking about me? ”

“I did a little detective impersonation for a while. ”

He said lightly. When I smiled quietly, my faith was strong.

“What's the basis for that? Are you trying to frame an innocent citizen for this? ”

He was convinced.

“I'm the culprit. ”

The mirror was illuminating all the landscapes clearly. She dances with herself, prepares for amateur competitions, hobbies. And detectives and perpetrators. There are eight of them.

Faith calls itself a detective, but she doesn't call herself a detective. There can't be two detectives. He was a detective impersonator. There is no place for him in the novel. Then you are something. What roles were being played and played.

Is it blank? Faith clearly played a role in itself. I reached out to myself. What kind of dancing is Waltz? It's a dance where men and women dance together. You were the only one who could dance with her in the landscape she described.

Six eyes except for her and herself. There are eight of them. He dances with her all the time, acting as a teacher without even knowing it. And a writer.

“The killer was in here. ”

Repair will be recovered. The idea that there was a culprit in this, the faith, was not in a novel, but in reality. There's a perpetrator in the living room of the section. I am myself.

“Oh, come on! ”

Faith frowned and said.

“What is it, coincidence? Is it a coincidence you can guess like a coincidence? ”

She grabbed her head for a different reason than before. The section smiled cheerfully and watched him. In the end, it was his turn to stop them.

“I'm losing all my hair. You told me to guess.”

“I told you to speculate! Splendid, foamy, cool! What the hell. Just give me the right answer. It's better if you don't get it all the way. That way I won't have to write about myself. There's no footage to refer to. It's just a cut. Why do you know that? Writing was too easy?

Do I have to rewrite it? ”

I didn't have to. Thanks to the hint she gave me. You knew that because you danced with her. I took it for a good reason. Above all, I was comfortable with the writer in front of me. Even as he said that, the faith kept muttering without letting go of his face.

“No. Yes. I was careless, and the professor's series sold well, so I made a contribution. Happy with these tricks? We're not done yet. My readers are smarter than you! ”

It was all falling down and ready to use again. He asked the section.

“What do I do?”

“Leave it alone. If he doesn't meet his deadline, it's on him. ”

She said without saying a word. Then I asked him to go to Australia.

“What have you got? ”

He didn't say much.

“Can I use your computer for a minute? ”

I pulled the USB out of my pocket. The section happily guides the coincidence into the inner room.

“Write it here. I know it's a bit strange, but I won't be disturbed. He'll pass on the food. ”

“Thank you."

After she closed the door and left, he immediately released the manuscript. I erased all the writings obsessed with the unsub's existence. Twenty of them are missing. But I felt refreshed. Now I know for sure. In this novel, wearing a thriller's hood and imitating a thief's manhunt, what's important is that both the unsub and the hero

No, it was the truth.

“A story about self. ”

Is he a killer or a hero? No, you mustn't ask others that. Am I a killer? Am I a hero? That was the basis of this novel. Organizer, subject, myself, self, individual. It is a confusion of being called many names. It was a story I remembered from him I met in front of the fire.

He painted an image on others of his own. After thinking he was a hero in his hospital uniform, he suspected he was a sinner in just one word. He became a coincidence, and coincidence became inevitable. Who am I?

The speaker who told the story was an adult. He hates heroes and hates killers. He has to be a hero and he has to be a killer. He must change. Grow. Get older.

I went through the story in my head. I reached the end. The end. At the same time, it was the pinnacle. I wanted to remove the border between the speaker and the outside. Before heroes appear. The story ends right before the unsub is caught. Contrary to the nature of the speaker you've shown so far,

Describe the crab.

All suspected persons have been gathered in one place. Clear your name first. It is the simplest boundary that distinguishes objects from subjects. Appearance, Origin, Wealth, Honor. One by one. Only one voice remains. They have the same opinions. I have not sinned. We're having a conversation, but that's...

Silver becomes soliloquy.

A little more. We could use a mirror. Your stomach is full. It's a little low. On its own, it cannot surpass the river. Greed rises again. He took a deep breath for a moment. Focus solely on the work. How can I make it satisfactory? Sincere and good.

Mind. Spear and Shield. Contradiction. Both of you.

“Context.”

Let's take out a little bit of the other statement.

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