MTL - Unemployed at the Beginning, I Let the Singer Come Back-Chapter 468 murder notice

  Chapter 468 Murder Announcement

"ah?"

  Does Jiang Yang want to be so cruel to himself?

  He just wanted to help the supermarket owner to taste how fake this Coke is, when he saw the grilled sausage.

   "Let's have some sausages."

  Jiang Yang reached for the wallet behind his backpack.

  The supermarket owner waved his hand: "No, you have to pay, I won't sell it to you."

"oh."

  Jiang Yang withdrew his hand.

  The owner of the supermarket is still full of ideas, and he wants to refuse a few more times, which seems to be affectionate.

Jiang Yang took a piece of grilled sausage, took a bite, and looked around. This small supermarket is quite big, and it has almost everything, "You open a store here, how comfortable you are lying on the recliner, why do you want to join the band? .”

  The owner of the supermarket took a chair for Jiang Yang to sit on, and he also took a sausage and sat beside him.

  Yin Xiang watched helplessly, his eyes following the sausage, but no one paid any attention to him.

"My son is now a sophomore in high school, and he got a high score in his composition in the first half of the year. The title is "My Father." The supermarket owner held the sausage and said and gestured. Looking down, I found that it wasn’t me at all.”

  Yin Xiang: "Old Wang next door?"

  The owner of the supermarket wanted to find a bottle of low-quality liquor for his grandson to continue drinking.

  Supermarket owner: "Or, it's a me that doesn't exist at all."

  He neither has the hard work and diligence in composition, nor does he sell blood to give children a good learning environment.

"I took the composition and thought about it. I really have nothing to write about. I didn't have a miserable childhood, I didn't have a **** youth, I had a crush on Banhua in junior high school and high school, but no one liked me, I didn't have a bright moment in my studies, and I didn't have a vigorous love. , parents are alive and well, no accident—”

  Jiang Yang thinks this is Versailles.

"—Never went to a bar, never done evil, never passed a postgraduate entrance examination, never had an abortion, never broke up, never divorced, met a lover on a blind date, got together when it was right, never been a boss, I have never driven a luxury car, I can’t sing, I can’t act, I opened a small supermarket in my middle age, I don’t get rich every year and I don’t starve to death, lying here every day is my day.”

  The owner of the supermarket asked Jiang Yang: "Do you understand this feeling?"

  Jiang Yang hadn't spoken yet, Yin Xiang added: "I haven't been to Old Wang next door either."

  The supermarket owner looked at him.

  This story doesn't matter.

  The supermarket owner looked back at Jiang Yang: "You don't understand."

"Your wife is the devil. No one cares about you drinking a cup of Coke. You can say what you want, do what you want, you can play rock and roll, you can play drama, you can play games without worry, and don't worry about missing a moment." You don’t have to worry about not completing the task on time, you don’t have to worry about not having a job and no food; once you lose your job, someone will sing “Someone Like Me” and “Mr. It's been a long—”

   But he is different.

  When the supermarket owner was young, he fantasized countless times that he was the future protagonist of a certain story, how great and a hero he was. Later, as he gradually grew up, he unknowingly became an ordinary person without a story.

   "If I die like this, if my son wants to erect a monument for me, he will probably have to find someone to polish it."

   even—

  The person written on the tombstone is the same as "My Father" in the composition, and the art processing does not know who it is.

   What you said in these words is just like writing a composition.

  Yin Xiang: "Your son must be your son, definitely not the old Wang's next door."

  Supermarket owner: "Thank you."

  Yin Xiang waved: "You're welcome!"

   The supermarket owner ignored him and looked back at Jiang Yang.

  He is not young and frivolous, and he fantasizes about changing the world and making everyone in the world look at him. He just wants to join the band now. There is a special story, even if he can make a piece of material for his son when he is in the college entrance examination.

  Jiang Yang thought about it.

   "Can you repeat what you said about me and my wife?"

   sounds like happiness.

  Supermarket owner: …

  Yin Xiang didn't know whether he was asleep or awake, so he just lay on the recliner like a dead body, "Beat him!"

  Supermarket owner: "Why don't you go?"

  Yin Xiang: "I'll forget it, you said I also want to work hard in the band."

  The supermarket owner asked Jiang Yang: "Can I beat him?"

   "Take it easy, the band needs a guitarist right now."

  Jiang Yang finished the last sausage, "Okay, I agree with you joining the band."

  He took out his mobile phone and talked to Zhuang Qi on the chat software.

  Zhuang Qi agreed.

"alright."

  Jiang Yang put away his mobile phone, he is now going to treat the crew and repertory troupe to coffee. Of course, in his original intention, it is best to buy Coke, but his wife has said that Coke is too cheap, and not many people like to drink it.

  The owner of the supermarket has a car, so he drove Jiang Yang with him.

  He asked Yin Xiang to watch the store.

  Yin waved to Xiang.

When they came back, the small supermarket was quiet, Yin Xiang was still lying on the deck chair, Jiang Yang was about to leave, Yin Xiang had already raised his hand: "I have already thought about my tombstone: Yin Xiang, was murdered here! "

  He said another date.

   This date has passed for some time, and Jiang Yang estimated that it was the day of his divorce.

  Jiang Yang: "Why do you feel more confused?"

  The owner of the supermarket was also puzzled, and when he saw the Red Star Erguotou small wine bottle under the recliner, he finally understood.

  “Not only do I want to engrave it on the tombstone, I also want to publish it in newspapers and post it on the Internet!”

  Yin Xiang waved his hand vigorously.

"Why."

  The supermarket owner suddenly felt that sometimes it’s nice to be plain.

  Jiang Yang also felt, "Yeah, the adult world is too complicated."

but-

  Yin Xiang's trick of publishing the murder in the newspaper made Jiang Yang a little familiar.

   When he got out of the small supermarket, he remembered that there was a mystery novel called "Murder Advertisement".

Jiang Yang remembered the general plot, that is, in a small town in England, someone published a murder notice in the local newspaper, saying that a murder would happen in a certain house at a certain time, and then the people in the town thought it was a game like Werewolf Killing , I went to that house to play all the time. When it was busy, the lights turned off, bang bang bang, and the gun went off. A murder really happened, and the deceased was still the person who published the murder notice——

   This book is still Grandma’s.

   It’s just that the protagonist is replaced by another famous detective written by Grandma—

  Miss Marple.

She is a lovely and wise old lady, a female detective with a real British local flavor, knitting sweaters for nothing, gossip and chat with her sisters, or go out for a vacation, and solve cases without much investigation. Time is also leisurely.

  Miss Marple solves the case in this style.

   Those who can watch it are very comfortable to watch, and those who can’t watch it are really hard to watch.

   "Murder Advertisement" is such a classic reasoning novel.

the person I like-

In "Murder Notice", after the murder case, until the end stage when Miss Marple came out to identify the murderer, there are almost explanations of clues such as who stayed, when and where, where the objects were originally placed, etc., so that readers can enjoy reasoning pleasure.

   People who don’t like—

  "Murder Advertisement" has many characters and complicated clues, and you don't know who is who after reading it.

  Jiang Yang was when he was studying.

  But when he finished reading it, he had another kind of "oh" suddenly, and couldn't help but give it a high score.

  This may be the special feature of mystery novels.

   No matter how boring it is to read in the middle, when the murderer pointed it out and flipped it over, I couldn’t help but praise it.

  "Murder Notice" is such a novel with good and bad.

   But I have to admit, this beginning is amazing.

  (end of this chapter)