I'm a spy in the film

Although Byrne had already received the worship of his companions from both the soul and the body when he entrusted his current partner Ella to publish these well-known fairy tales he created (plagiarized) in his previous life, and he had long been accustomed to being looked at with admiration by others, he still felt a little uncomfortable when he was suddenly praised by a genuine peer in the children's book creation industry, and blurted out:

"I am not the creator of fairy tales, I am just the carrier of fairy tales!"

"Not a creator, but a transporter!" Ken chewed Bourne's words carefully in his mouth, and the more he chewed, the brighter his eyes became.

"Mr. B˙L, what you said is very good. These beautiful fairy tales have always existed in people's imaginations. It's just that you extracted, summarized, and moved them from your mind to reality, and wrote them into books so that more children can enjoy the happiness from them! You are really the most loving genius I have ever seen!"

Ken became more and more excited as he spoke. He looked at Bourne's young face and exclaimed:

"You are so young, talented, and hardworking. Since you published your first short story collection, The Little Match Girl, four years ago, you have published five novels! Haha, a while ago we were still discussing what the subject and style of your new book would be this year, a picture book or a story collection, but you gave us another big surprise. I'm sure the European Children's Book Association will be shocked!"

Ken moved his chair towards Bourne, bringing the two closer together. He took out a pen from his pocket, held the sample book of Harry Potter in his hand solemnly, handed it to Bourne, and said in a pleading tone:

"Mr. B˙L, please sign an autograph for your loyal readers. I would be very grateful!"

It is not common to see a middle-aged man in his fifties with a gentle smile and respectful eyes begging a young man in his twenties in a pleading tone.

When he was forced to copy books due to life, Bourne would blush every time he heard others’ praise, because he was taking the honor that did not belong to him. But after hearing it many times, Bourne gradually hypnotized himself: Without me as a porter, how much happiness would the children in this world lose? I am doing good things, good things, good things, good things!

By now, Byrne has been able to enjoy the influence of this book copying business without changing his expression or heartbeat. However, this influence has not made Byrne lose his original intention. Facing every reader, he showed great patience, because these books are originally for children to read, no matter who the author is, the readers should be pampered.

So, Bourne put away his polite smile, replaced it with a serious expression, took the sample book from Ken, opened the cover, and wrote on the first page - To my good friend Ken, B˙L.

When Ken saw that Byrne's signature was exactly the same as the handwriting he remembered, he was completely sure that the excessively young and sunny boy in front of him was really the mysterious author B˙L who had won a very high reputation in the children's book industry in London and even in Europe in recent years.

He is so famous because every story he writes, no matter how long it is, is a masterpiece. Whether it is the wild and imaginative ideas or the easy-to-understand yet thought-provoking content, they are all amazing and worth reading over and over again.

What is even more rare is that there is no preaching in the B˙L series of children's books. All the truths are contained in the small stories. My good friend's two children love them very much, even though my old friend.

"Ken!"

Just when Ken was lost in beautiful memories, a familiar call woke him up.

"Oops, I forgot the most important thing today!"

Ken looked up suddenly and saw his old friend and secret lover Harry standing aside, looking down at Mr. B.L.

"Sorry, Mr. B˙L, this is my friend, he's here to see me, sorry to bother you for so long!" Ken hurriedly stood up and came between the two men, blocking their line of sight, and explained to Bourne. He was really afraid that his old friend would bring out that catchphrase starting with F in a fit of anger, and then the image of him as a children's book writer in Mr. B˙L's mind would be completely destroyed.

"Climbing up the clock tower at night to see the city in a different way, Mr. B.L., you can give it a try. It will close at 7 o'clock, so it's a good time to go now!" Finally, Ken gave Bourne a suggestion.

Yes, I ate a lot of delicious food tonight. Climbing the stairs was just the right exercise for digestion. I went up to the clock tower and enjoyed the night view that my colleagues talked about. Today ended perfectly.

Bourne smiled at Ken and decided to take his advice and go to the clock tower later.

But when they reached the foot of the bell tower, they were stopped by a fat white man in uniform:

"Sorry, the bell tower is not open to visitors at night." He said with regret, his eyes wide open.

"No way, why did I hear it's open until 7pm?"

"It used to close at seven o'clock, but yesterday a stupid American had a heart attack upstairs, so it's closed early today." The fat white man rolled his eyes and explained impatiently.

"Okay, thank you for your explanation." Bourne had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​climbing the bell tower at night. Maybe it would be nice to go to the bridge to look at the river flowing with golden waves. When passing the square, a young couple who were kissing passionately made Bourne look at them twice. He couldn't help but think of Ms. Katie who had been entangled with him during the day.

Alas, it's a pity that she has already taken the nearest flight back to Frankfurt this afternoon, otherwise how could I be left alone at night? But it's also nice to meet a loyal reader of mine, at least I'm in a good mood now. Haha.

Bourne leaned on the bridge railing and couldn't help chuckling. Not far from him, the young couple who were kissing just now were now sitting at a small stall, talking and laughing.

Everything is so beautiful.

However, not long after.

"boom".

A very light gunshot seemed to sound in the distant sky, and Bourne's perception, which was twice as high as that of ordinary people, immediately captured this sound that ordinary people could not notice at all.

"Someone's shooting! Over there in the bell tower!"

Bourne's nerves, which had relaxed after a day's rest, immediately became tense again. It was because the death aura of the agent "Olivia" was too strong. Just because he delivered a document to her, he encountered three hijackings. Today, he even complained to the other party because he was dumped by her. What kind of misfortune will he encounter?

Byrne walked quickly towards the clock tower. Along the way, tourists were still strolling leisurely. No one exclaimed or screamed. Only a black artist was playing guitar and singing an Irish folk song called "On Raglan Road" at the entrance of the clock tower with a sign saying "Closed. No Visitors Allowed", bringing a heavy atmosphere to this small square full of life.

"boom".

Another gunshot was heard, with a hint of an echo.

This time Bourne heard clearly that the gunshot came from the bell tower. He ran towards the bell tower and jumped over the banner at the entrance of the bell tower that said "Tourists are not allowed". When he passed the ticket booth, he saw the fat ticket seller lying on the ground. There was a shoe print on his face and a crumpled 100-yuan note on his body.

What is this? Was I forced to buy a ticket?

Bourne dragged him to a corner and patted his face.

"Hey, wake up, what happened?"

But before the conductor woke up, a figure rushed out of the clock tower. It was a middle-aged white man in his thirties or forties. He was dressed in a suit and tie, and a black woolen windbreaker. His eyes were bright and even in the dim porch, one could see his sharp eyes and the pistol in his hand that was glowing with a cold light.