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When he first walked in, he looked exactly like James Lance in Madison's story, young, handsome, and strong, but with the attitude that the world owed him money.
"Tea? Coffee? Alcohol? Or fresh juice?" I asked him about the choice of drinks, but in fact there were not many options in my kitchen. I am a lonely old woman whose only family member is a cat. I don't have much interest in life. .
"Bottled water." He said simply, "Sealed."
I felt alert, and his eyes were staring at me, probably because of his profession... Haha, just kidding, everyone should know why this star police detective from Barton showed up at the house of an old woman, my dear My friend, Madison, gave me a 'magical' ability. And this detective believed it.
How unfair.
Handing the young detective a bottle of water, I sat across from him in a seat I didn't usually sit in. This was Biscuit's seat.
Now the biscuit is expressing dissatisfaction, wandering back and forth on the upper end of the backrest, meowing and meowing.
"Be quiet, Biscuit~ This is not a stranger~ This is Detective Lance, the second most important character in Madison's book~" I looked at the young police detective, hoping to see something in his eyes. The whole world owes me money' look other than, "Haha, sorry, no offense, Madison's protagonist is his boss, Zachary Grande."
"Don't be sorry." The young police detective unscrewed the bottle cap and hid his expression while raising his head to drink water. I think my goal has been achieved. At least, this is an expression that needs to be concealed, isn't it? He put down the water bottle and stared at the black cat still walking back and forth behind my head, "You have read Madison's manuscript, it's very Okay, then I won't talk nonsense with you." His eyes locked on mine, sharp and fearless, "I need you to write something!"
Biscuit's front paws put on my shoulders, and I hugged it, "It's so unfair."
"Meow~"
"What?" The young police detective didn't seem to understand what I meant.
"Do you believe the things in Madison's book?" My fingers scratched the biscuit's favorite spot, a small area between the two fingers behind the left cheek and below the ear. Remember, it's not the right side of the face, but the left side. . If you are an old woman with only cats for company, you will be like me and proud to know exactly this kind of thing, because it is the only thing that life offers you that you can be proud of.
"What?" The young police detective didn't seem to understand my question.
I gave him a helpless smile, "Do you believe the stories Madison wrote and that I am a person who can manipulate reality?"
"I don't have to believe the stories Madison writes, I'm in those stories!"
I am nodding, because, "I am also in those stories. And in those stories, unlike you, I am a character who at least implements the justice he believes in from beginning to end. Me? I am a character who is trying to cater to a mean person. The teachings of writing teachers include murdering innocent people (Welsh), abetting crimes (Allen), and destroying love (Kate and James)." I looked at the young police detective in front of me, "Mr. Detective in the story, you are conscious Are you there? In Madison’s story, it was me who ruined the love between you and Kate.”
There was something twinkling in the young detective's eyes, and the biscuit was already standing on my lap. Haha, I'm very grateful for Biscuit's action, but I pressed this little cutie gently~ I made the mistake of talking to my cat in front of others again, "Don't move~ My little Biscuit~ Your story in Madison , he is already a 'big devil' who can travel through the world (Black Cat once saved Soul Messenger and Lip in the dream world), can expel demons (expelled Leon), and eliminate time loops~ Don't give this a Mr. Detective misunderstood our opportunity~"
"Meow~"
The young police detective picked up the water bottle again.
I picked up the cookies and walked to the kitchen to get a new bottle for the detective. "So Mr. Detective, tell me, if you decide to believe the story Madison wrote, it's because that's the reality of what you experienced. Then, Don’t I have the right to refuse to believe those things because they are not true?”
It wasn't until I returned to my seat that the young police detective answered my question, using a rhetorical question in a voice that was still dry even after replenishing a lot of water: "Everything Madison wrote about you is not true. ?"
"No. I'm not a murderer who can write stories about criminals, nor am I a prankster who destroys other people's love." Look at me, young police detective, "What if I am?" I didn't mean to joke, "I won't write anyone's story, I will only write one thing. All the cats in the world don't shed."
"Meow~"
"Maybe add a sofa where you won't scratch me~" The old habit has happened again, please forgive me.
"So everything is a coincidence? Did Madison's partners make it up? All of us are framing you?!" The young police detective seemed a little excited, but this did not affect him from opening a second bottle of water to keep hydrated.
I could clearly see the heat coming out of my collar, pushed away by my throat as I swallowed. Heat slowly spread around the young detective's body.
His body, especially his shoulders, seemed to be bulging. Correspondingly, the bottle that was held tightly by the broad palm, raised in the air and poured water, was being squeezed and deformed.
I'm a little curious why Madison didn't describe the young detective's appearance more in his story... This young male detective... is a bit 'hot'... especially for me who has been there most of my life. For an old woman who lacks 'vitality'.
But now is not the time for a lonely old woman to lust after a young woman. I turned my eyes and said, "Coincidence, fabrication? Haha. Or just like Madison wrote, the story written will become reality." I He stood up again and walked to the bedroom. I took out a few manuscripts full of tooth marks from the bedroom and returned to the detective, "Last night during dinner time, my biscuit picked this up from nowhere."
The young police detective seemed to have stiffened, "I witnessed all this happening! Your cat tore up Madison's manuscripts and took these few copies away alone!"
I didn't speak, looked at the young police detective, and hugged my biscuit back. My poor biscuit actually missed dinner yesterday because of this.
The young police detective twitched in his seat, "You want to say that Madison asked your cat to do these things?! For what? Acting for me??"
"It can't be me, right?" I continued to scratch the biscuit's favorite spot. Now I want to make a joke, "Have you ever read the chapter that Madison wrote where he's trying to resist my voice? I'm tearing up his manuscript and yelling, 'Don't do this,' and it's so weird, right?" Let’s go~”
The young police detective seemed to have grasped something, "Did you hear Madison's voice? What did he force you to do?!"
I laughed, I liked the young detective, "Out of thin air? No. But he asked me to write about your girlfriend Kate and Allen Funeral Home. I thought we were friends at the time, so I took it from him and gave it to me. All the character relationships and materials were written willingly." My smile was a little sad, and I am not ashamed to show it.
I picked up the biscuit and relapsed into my old habit, "Oh~poor little guy~I don't know which one of us is more pitiable~the one who willingly walked into the trap, or the one who was forced and could only 'meow'~"
"Meow~"
The young detective stood up, and I think he understood, "Goodbye!"
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