Vol 11 Chapter 22: Asterisk

Eye-catching asterisk.
He just entered the door, exactly like James Lance in the Madison story-young, handsome, strong, but with an attitude that the world owes him money.
"Tea? Coffee? Alcohol? Or fresh fruit juice?" I asked him about the choice of drinks, but in fact, I don't have any options in my kitchen. A lonely old woman whose only family member is a cat, I don't have much life sentiment. .
"Bottled water." He was very simple. "Sealed."
I felt vigilant, and his eyes were fixed on me, probably because of his professional relationship ... hehe, joking, everyone should know why this detective of Patton star appeared in my old woman's house— —My dear friend, Madison, gave me a 'magic' ability. And this detective, believe it.
It's really unfair.
Handing the young police detective a bottle of water, I sat across from him-the seat I usually don't usually take, this is the biscuit seat.
Now the biscuit is expressing dissatisfaction, swimming back and forth on the upper end of the backrest, meowing meowing.
"Be quiet, cookies ~ This is not a stranger ~ This is Detective Lance, the second most important role in Madison's book ~" I looked at the young detective, and I hope to see something from his eyes. The world owes me money's expression, "Oh, sorry, no intention to offend, Madison's protagonist is his boss, Zachary Grande."
"Don't be sorry." The young detective unscrewed the cap and raised his head to drink water while covering his expression. I think my goal has been achieved. At least, this is an expression that needs to be covered, isn't he ~ 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, very Okay, then I wo n’t mess with you anymore.
His eyes locked me, sharp and fearless,
I need you to write something!

The biscuit's front paws hung on my shoulders, and I took it to my arms, "It's not fair."
"Meow ~"
"What?" The young detective didn't seem to understand what I meant.
"Do you believe what's in Madison's book?" My fingers scratched the cookie's favorite location-a small piece of space between the left cheek and the under the ear ~ remember, not the right face, yes Left face. If you are an old woman who is only accompanied by a cat, you will be like me and proud of knowing this kind of thing accurately, because this is the only thing that life can provide you with pride.
"What?" The young detective didn't seem to understand my question.
I gave him a helpless smile, "Do you believe the stories written by Madison and think I am a man who can manipulate reality?"
"I don't need to believe the stories written by Madison, I am in those stories!"
I ’m nodding because,
I ’m in those stories too. And in those stories, unlike you, it ’s a character who has at least always carried out his strong belief in justice. Me? I am a person who caters to a mean Writing teacher ’s teaching, murdering innocent people (Wales), abetting crime (Allen), ruining love (Kate and James). "I looked at the young detective in front of me," Mr. Detective in the story, you are conscious Are you there? It ’s me in Madison ’s story, ruining your love with Kate. "
There was something flickering in the eyes of the young detective, and the cookie was already standing on my lap. Ha ha, I am very grateful for the behavior of the cookie, but I gently pressed this little cute ~ I made a small problem with talking to my cat love in front of others, "Do n’t move ~ my little cookie ~ Your story in Madison In the middle, it is already a 'big devil' that can travel through the world (the black cat once saved the soul messenger and lip in the dream world), can expel the demon (excluded Lyon), and eliminate the time loop ~ don't give it to this Mr. Detective misunderstood our chance ~ "
"Meow ~"
The young detective picked up the water bottle again.
I picked up the cookies and walked to the kitchen to get the detective a new bottle, while "So detective Mr., tell me, if you decide to believe the story written by Madison, because that is the fact you experienced, then, Do I have no power to refuse to believe because those are not facts? "
It was n’t until I returned to my seat that the young detective answered my question. I used a rhetorical question that was still completed in a dry voice even after a lot of water was added: "Everything Madison wrote about you is not a fact. ?"
"No. I'm not a murderer who can write stories about criminals, and I'm not a bad guy who destroys the love of others." Look at me, the young police detective, "If I were?" I didn't mean to joke, "I won't write anyone's story, I will only write one thing-all cats in this world will not lose hair."
"Meow ~"
"Maybe add a sofa that you won't scratch me ~" The old problem has recurred, please forgive me.
"So everything is a coincidence? Made by Madison's partner? All of us are framing you ?!" The young detective seemed a little excited, but this did not affect him to open the second bottle of water to keep hydrating-
I could very clearly see the heat coming out of my collar, pushed away by the grunting throat. Heat spread slowly around the body of the young detective.
His body, especially his shoulders, seemed to be bulging. Corresponding to that, the bottle that was clenched by the large palm and poured in the air was pouring and deformed.
I ’m curious why Madison did n’t describe the appearance of this young detective in his story ... this young male detective ... a little 'hot' ... especially for the big in my life For most of the time the old woman who lacks 'vitality'.
But now it's not a lonely old woman's intention-to-fat-young flesh, I rolled my eyes, "Coincidence, fabrication? Ha ha. Or as Madison wrote, the story written will become a reality." I re Stand up and walk to the bedroom. I took out several manuscripts covered with tooth marks in the bedroom and returned to the police detective. "Yesterday at dinner time, my cookies didn't know where I got this."
The young detective seemed to be stiff, "I have witnessed this happen! Your cat tore Madison's manuscript and took away these alone!"
I didn't speak, looked at the young detective, and took my cookies back. My poor cookie, I missed dinner yesterday because of this.
The young detective twitched in his seat. "Do you want to say that Madison let your cat do these things ?! For what? Act for me?"
"Can't it be me, right." I continued to scratch the favorite position of the cookie. I want to make a joke now, "Have you ever read a chapter written by Madison, and he tried to resist my voice? While I was tearing his manuscript, I was shouting 'Don't do this', the picture was so strange, right Right ~ "
The young detective seems to have grasped the point, "Did you hear Madison's voice? He forced you to do something ?!"
I smiled. I liked this young detective. "Out of thin air? No. But he asked me to write the story of your girlfriend Kate and Alan's Funeral Home. I thought we were friends. I took him to me. All the character relationships and materials are written willingly. "My smile is a little sad, and I am not ashamed to show it.
I picked up the cookie, and the old one was guilty of it, "Oh ~ poor little guy ~ I do n’t know which of us is more pitiful ~ I walked into the trap willingly, or I was forced to only" meow me "~"
"Meow ~"
The young detective stood up, and I think he understood, "Farewell!"
Eye-catching asterisk.