The thick manuscript paper did not have a title, and Alice did not have a single introduction, but Brown didn't think too much, and turned to the first page to read it.

　　Unexpectedly, the first page is actually a table of contents, and it is still a very strange table of contents.

　　 should be the prologue: location.

　　 Then it is probably the first chapter: the so-called lucky, that is, he made such a friend.

　　 After the first chapter, there should be sub-volume subtitles, but they are just the month and day with the week. At the beginning of the first date, Brown learned directly through the table of contents that the story happened in 1981.

　　 Then comes the second chapter: humiliation; the third chapter: snow, melting on the skin; the fourth chapter: we are a group of trolls; the fifth chapter...

　　 "Let-the-right-one-in."

　　 After chewing the title of the chapter before the "end", Brown nodded thoughtfully, scanning all the way from the catalog, the timeline of the story was clear at a glance, barely a month.

　　 Then, he opened the prologue "Location" directly.

　　 "Bleberg."

　　 Unfamiliar place names, Brown continued to read directly.

　　 [Breberg reminds you of coconut cake or drugs. In this place, the so-called decent life will remind you of subway stations and the suburbs. Apart from that, there is nothing else. People live like in other places, and the reason why this small town stands up is to allow people to have a place to live.

　　Of course, Bleiberg is not a small town that has developed naturally. Every scene here is strictly planned from beginning to end. People moved into various types of houses specially built for them, and one after another khaki cement buildings rose from the ground, scattered in patches of green space.

　　 When this story happened, the remote town of Bleiberg had existed for thirty years. People can imagine that this land has nurtured a pioneering spirit—just like the Mayflower of the year, leading the believers to an unknown land. Of course, we can imagine those empty houses are quietly waiting for the arrival of residents at this moment.

　　 They did come!

　　 This is 1952. People bathed in the warm sunshine, with many visions for the future flashing in their eyes, they walked across the Kimberg Bridge and came to the town of Bledberg. Some mothers hold their children in their arms, some nudge the strollers, and some hold the toddlers in their hands. The fathers carried shovel in one hand and all kinds of kitchen utensils and furniture in the other. Everyone is full of energy and singing all the way. It sounds like "Internationale" or "We Came to Jerusalem", depending on personal preference.

　　 In their opinion, the town of Bleiberg is brand new, spacious and modern.

However, it is not.

　　 People come to this place by various means of transportation, or take the subway, or drive a car, or take a furniture van, etc., rushing to bring their household items into the completed apartment. Everyone put the household goods neatly in the cabinets and shelves, and arranged the furniture of various colors on the cork floor. Then, they will buy some new items to fill the gap in the middle.

　　 When people finished decorating their new homes, they looked up and looked at this piece of land that now belongs to them. When everyone walked out, they found that every place in Bleiberg had been claimed and planned, and there was nothing redundant to claim it, so people had to adjust their mentality and let the flow go.

　　Breberg has a town center, and the government has designated an expansive playground for children to use. The corner of the playground is a large area of ​​green space, and the pedestrian crossings are scattered all around.

　　 This place is really good. Within a month after moving in, people were vying to talk to each other about their feelings at the dinner table.

　　 "This place we came to is really good."

　　 However, everyone has overlooked one thing, and that is the history of this town. The children have not been exposed to any past lessons about Bleiberg in the school. Because Bleiberg has no history, it means that its past is just an old mill, the Tobacco King, and some strange old buildings underwater. However, these are long-term events and have no connection with today's society.

　　 These three-story apartments were just an endless forest before.

　　 You can't unravel the mystery of this suburban town. Except for the 9,000 residents, there is not even a church here.

　　All of these can reasonably see that this remote town is so modern and new that residents will not be disturbed by ghosts and panics like other ancient places.

　　 It can also be learned that people are not mentally prepared for the arrival of uninvited guests.

　　 No one has seen them move in.

　　 In December, when the police finally tracked down the whereabouts of the truck driver of the moving company, the driver did not have much testimony. Looking at the driver's work log, he can only recall that the incident occurred on October 18th and the location was in Bleiberg, a suburb of Stockholm. The driver recalled that the protagonist of the incident was a father and his daughter, who was a very beautiful girl.

"Yes, one more thing. They didn't bring any furniture, except for a sofa, an armchair, and maybe a bed. It was so easy to pick up this kind of work, and then... well, they asked to move at night. I told them that the cost would be more expensive. You know, working at night is overtime, and overtime expenses are counted, but they replied that it’s okay. They only emphasized that they must move at night. It seems that this time period is very important for the father and daughter. What, what happened?"

　　 Then, the police told the driver what had happened and who the father and daughter were. The driver was dumbfounded when he heard it, and he stared at the handwriting on the work log again.

　　 "I really **** fuck..."

　　 He suddenly felt disgusted with his handwriting.

　　 October 18th, the town of Bleiberg in Stockholm.

　　 is the driver who helped the two move home, the man and his daughter.

　　He will be silent on this matter forever. 】

　　 should be the prologue. The plot ends here. At the end, the location of the plot is revealed, which is Sweden, the small country of ice and snow in Northern Europe. As for the plot, under the premise that he hadn't even read the synopsis, Brown's first feeling was to realize that this is definitely a very suspenseful story.

　　 At least, he can't help but want to continue reading now, although he still has to hold back.

"So... Alice, there must be a problem with the father and daughter, right? Is the murderer absconding with the child? He committed another crime in this town? Tsk tusk, I have to say, if it is a serial murder case, this The small town is indeed very suitable. There is no history, many immigrants, a sparsely populated town in a small ice and snow country, and it is still in a particularly atmospheric winter!"

　　He happily held the manuscript and said: "Let me make a bet, this is a suspense criminal investigation drama, am I right?"

　　 Brown was really happy when he said his imagination!

As a senior editor, he certainly knows how big the market is for mystery novels. Just like the most popular police and criminal dramas, medical dramas and lawyer dramas in TV dramas, for the United States, which has an oval social structure, such stories have a natural huge audience. . As a whole middle class, no one will ignore the charm of such stories!

　　 However, Alice shook her head and said: "Not exactly, there are elements of reasoning and criminal investigation, but they are not the subject of this book."

As soon as he heard that, Brown put down a hundred hearts first, but when Alice said so, he couldn't help but frown his eyebrows: "Isn't it a pure mystery? Uh... I said Alice, just tell me. , What does this book say."

　　 Alice looked at Brown happily, blinking her eyes: "Are you sure you want to spoil me?"

"Drama, story, Jane, introduction! My dear, your book has no fewer words than Jurassic Park, so it won't make me confused to read it? By the way, what is the name of this novel? , You haven't marked it yet!"

　　 Alice pointed to the table of contents on the first page of the manuscript: "The title of the book is there, you can look for it."

　　 Is the chapter title?

　　 Brown looked at the catalog immediately.

　　 The so-called lucky, it means that he made such a friend;

　　 This is not a qualified type of title. Brown knows that Alice will never make that kind of low-level mistake.

　　 humiliation;

　　 Snow, melting on the skin;

　　We are a group of trolls;

　　 Finally, he focused his gaze on the chapter before the "End".

　　 "Let-the-right-one-in."

　　Brown touched his chin, thoughtfully: "Puns, and if you translate ‘right’ to ‘correct’, or ‘when~lightnovelpub.net~ obviously there is a special meaning..."

　　 muttering to himself, then looking at the first few headlines, Brown suddenly raised his eyebrows: "Why do I suddenly feel like I am reading a literary romance novel? But...hey, what do you mean by trolls!?"

　　 giggling laughter sounded, and immediately turned into a series of loud laughter, Alice finally laughed so that her small face turned white, and said happily: "Guessed right! Brown, you guessed it!"

　　 What did you guess right? Brown knew that he had said a few words just now. Which one did Alice mean?

　　 "In short, I will send you a copy of the introduction in two days, and I will quote it directly at the back of the book."

Alice got up quickly, patted Brown on the shoulder and said, "It's impossible to let me spoiler, you and the co-workers will watch it slowly. I happened to come to New York with my sisters to play, and I will stay in Manhattan for these two days. Call the hotel if you have something~"

　　 Talking, Alice scribbled down the room phone number, and quickly walked out of the meeting room.

Ok……

　　 Another novel was copied by myself, and it took less than a day and night.

　　The title of the book is indeed a more complicated issue.

　　 The Chinese translation of "Blood Color Fairy Tales" is really...too paraphrase.

　　 is the movie version instead, and "Let-the-right-one-in"'s "Don't Go In" is a bit more appropriate.

　　 vampire love or something...

　　 are not all as stupid as "Twilight" and "The Vampire Diaries"...

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