A thick envelope was sorted and sent … Finally, it arrived at a tall building in Orsay.
On the front of the building, there was a signboard — "Craftsman Publishing House."
This was a publishing house that had a good working relationship with Roca. Their literary works were best-selling on the West Coast.
The receptionist gracefully signed for the thick stack of letters and quickly sorted them into categories.
The letters from the readers were placed in a huge wooden bucket. The manuscripts of famous authors were directly sent to the chief editor for review. Unfamiliar manuscripts were sent to the corresponding editors according to their categories.
In this process, the envelope with the name "Roca" on it fell into the hands of the receptionist.
"Mr. Roca's novel manuscript, give it to Editor Clem!"
She made a mark and immediately picked up a large pile of letters. She went to the office on the second floor and sent them to each desk.
Clem was a middle-aged man with a beer belly and thick glasses.
At this moment, he was munching on his sandwich as he opened Roca's envelope and took out the manuscript inside.
"Nightingale is finished? It's a tragic ending! Not bad … Literary scholars prefer tragedy, although the general public prefers laughter … "
He muttered to himself and looked through the manuscript. Then, he carefully skimmed through line by line. "Huh? Mr. Roca's writing skills seem to have improved a lot? "
As a novel editor, Clem had sufficient experience and work experience.
Although Roca, whose pen name was "Mr. Ring," had a certain literary background, he preferred to use gorgeous but meaningless complicated words. It was like a bouquet with a bright appearance but no substance. After a period of time, it would wither. At first glance, it was fine, but it did not make people yearn to read it for a long time.
But this time, he used a realistic approach to the ending. Although the words were simple, just a few words seemed to vividly depict the expressions of the main character and the supporting characters. Through the description of the environment, it reflected the psychology of each character. The combination was ingenious, and it made people want to applaud.
"What a pity … If the entire novel had such writing skills, I could recommend it to the chief editor. It deserves better layout and resources …" Clem muttered to himself.
Clem muttered to himself as he realized that there was a new submission after the end of the novel.
"No … there's more than one." Robert and Juliet "? "Horror Mountain Villa"? A romance and a horror novel? "
Clem's interest was piqued. He wiped his glasses and made himself a cup of coffee before reading carefully.
Unknowingly, a few hours had passed.
"No … such a lovely and kind Ingrid, why did she die? Fate … you are so unfair … "
After watching Robert and Juliet, Clem rubbed the corners of his eyes, which were a little moist.
"Although it's a clichéd love story, the author's writing is mature. It's as if it's happening right around us …"
He didn't want to say it, but this novel reminded him of his first love, and he felt a kind of heartache.
In the afternoon, Clem began to read Horror Mountain Villa, and he was instantly attracted by the strange settings in the book. He felt his scalp tingle because of the creepy killing methods, especially when the murderer appeared at the end. It was completely unexpected, and it made him feel frightened.
"Both novels are highly recommended. This author will definitely become popular. But … why did he have to kill Ingrid? Is it for the prize? "
Clem had to think this way.
In recent years, the atmosphere of the Literature Awards had not been good. They favored serious works, and tragic works were more favored than comedic works. This had already become an unspoken rule.
As for horror novels, they had a stable audience, and it was easy to gain a group of hardcore fans.
All in all, these were two high-quality novels. If he didn't recommend them to the chief editor and let the author run away, he would probably be beaten to a pulp!
Therefore, Clem took the manuscript and went to the chief editor Eam's office. He knocked on the door and said, "Chief editor, I want to recommend two novels …"
He stopped mid-sentence when he saw an annoying guy in the office.
It was a pale-faced man in a black trench coat.
Clem didn't know his name, but he knew that he belonged to the Literary Works Review Board, a strange but powerful organization.
Any literary works that were published had to go through their "review" beforehand. Otherwise, they wouldn't even get a publication number, and it would be illegal.
A work that Clem had been very optimistic about had mysteriously failed before it could be published. It was useless to appeal after the fact, and he couldn't do anything about it.
"Clem? What this gentleman mentioned is related to you. I was going to call you anyway. "
Eam had a kind smile on his face.
"Hello, sir. I'm Clem!"
Seeing the other person look over, Clem swallowed his previous complaints and immediately bowed, his attitude as respectful as it could be.
"Yes, an author you're in charge of. His pen name is Mr. Ring. In the future, send his manuscripts directly to my office for review."
The man in black said with a cold expression.
"No problem."
Clem nodded repeatedly, wanting to say something but hesitating.
In the end, under Eam's murderous gaze, he told him that Mr. Ring had already sent him a few manuscripts.
"Then, please leave it to me."
Although the man in black's tone was polite, it was unquestionable. "I also need a quiet office."
"Of course." Eam hurriedly got someone to prepare it.
Gavin occupied the office and began to review the manuscripts.
As a reviewer of the Review Board, he naturally knew that the organization he was in was part of the Secret Keepers.
It was their duty to review all published publications every year to ensure that no information related to supernatural powers was spread.
As an investigator, Roca was said to have written a short poem with supernatural powers. Naturally, he was the focus of the review.
He looked at the manuscripts with a serious expression. He first took out a white crystal and placed it on the manuscripts.
Ten seconds later, the white crystal did not show any abnormalities, and the inside did not become turbid.
"Very good … There's no abnormal power contamination. Then, next, check if there's any information that shouldn't be leaked …"
Gavin found a chair and sat down. He began to review the manuscripts word by word.
As it turned out, Fang Xian's works were very "clean." They did not involve any knowledge of rituals or mysterious worship at all.
Especially romance novels, which had nothing to do with that.
As for Horror Mountain Villa, it was a story about a highly intelligent serial killer. It was just that the killer's method of killing was very ingenious.
"There shouldn't be any problems. I can pass the review."
Gavin put down the manuscripts. For some reason, he thought of his first love, and his heart ached. "But … why did Ingrid die?"
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