After dreaming of getting rich, I dressed up as a collapsed idol

At that time, he thought that if this author wrote mystery novels, he would definitely be a good writer.

I didn’t expect that the author looks like this and is also a fairy tale writer.

It's a pity.

Chang Tao thought secretly.

He clearly has a better talent for mystery novels.

"Yes, I don't want to be stuck in one field. I want to explore other possibilities. I submitted manuscripts to Science Fiction World and Time Mystery a while ago, but I haven't received a reply yet."

The boy on TV said at this time.

Ok?

You submitted your manuscript to our magazine, how come I didn’t know about it?

Oh, I forgot, it must have been reviewed by the editor below.

He took out his cell phone.

"Why haven't you taken a shower yet? I've brought your clothes."

The wife came over again, looking a little angry.

"Wait a minute, I'll make a call."

He raised his phone to signal, then dialed his assistant's number.

Just briefly explained the matter.

"Yes, it's an author named Lu Qingfeng. Please ask the editors to pay attention to him."

Chang Tao is not the kind of leader who likes to let his subordinates work overtime. The reason why he made this call late at night was mainly because he had been drinking and was afraid that they would forget about it tomorrow morning.

But the subordinates are different. They are used to guessing what their leaders are thinking.

Whenever the leader says one thing, they have to think of ten, especially in the profession of assistant.

As soon as he finished the call, his assistant immediately called several editors.

Ask them to check tonight if there is any submission from an author named Lu Qingfeng.

If there is, I will review the manuscript tonight and submit it to the editor-in-chief tomorrow.

When the leader opens his mouth, his subordinates run around like crazy.

Zhao Tantan is a single dog and used to be a bootlicker, but he himself doesn't think so.

He believes that this is love. If you love someone, you must give your all without reservation. If you love someone, you must love everyone in the family as well.

So he can bring breakfast to the goddess and her boyfriend, and he can also stay up all night to buy the goddess tickets for her favorite idol's concert.

But when the goddess expressed that she had no interest in detective novels.

He resolutely proposed to break up.

The goddess was stunned.

No, when have we ever been together?

He told this to his best friend, hoping that he could comfort him.

His bad friend clapped his hands, saying that was great, congratulating him for escaping from his misery, and dragged him out for a drink.

Halfway through my drink, I received a call from my assistant.

So he took out his mobile phone, logged into his email, and checked the latest manuscripts.

What's more, he really saw this author named Lu Qingfeng.

Open this email and you will find three documents in it.

They are:

Invisible X

Peeping into the Blue

Writer's Debut Murder Case

Zhao Tantan became interested and asked the assistant editor to call and remind him to pay attention to the key points.

Either they have a background or they are particularly capable.

Judging from the submission time, it was almost a month after the email was sent that the assistant editor-in-chief called.

The suspicion of the first one becomes smaller, and the possibility of the second one becomes greater.

Lu Qingfeng.

This name looks familiar. I feel like I've heard it somewhere recently. I don't know if it's because I drank too much, but I can't remember it.

But he's definitely not a famous writer.

And I have the impression that he might be a writer who has become famous recently.

Then the editor-in-chief got the news and asked the assistant to make this call.

How about the editor of a mystery magazine?

There is still a set of reasoning logic.

"What are you doing? Feeding fish, drinking!"

My bad friend extended a wine glass to me.

He stared at his phone and clinked glasses with his friend while speaking.

"Something about work."

The first document is opened.

Invisible X

The story begins from the first-person perspective. The protagonist, that is me, had just finished morning class and couldn't go home because it was raining heavily outside and I didn't have an umbrella.

Thinking that I might as well do nothing, I went to the classroom next door to listen in.

There were only a few people in the classroom, and they didn't look familiar to each other, sitting scattered around.