In the shop filled with the fragrance of tea, soothing light music and warm bright yellow lights together create this peaceful and comfortable space.
In the increasingly cold streets, sitting here and drinking a cup of warm black tea can be considered as the most comfortable thing.
Sitting on seats facing the street, the two men savored the black tea in front of them.
"Purple daisy."
Tang Ze smiled and said, "Boss, you're so thoughtful. In this cold season, you specially prepared purple daisies to prevent colds."
"Well, in addition to that, it's also paired with German chamomile." Sanzhi Fengjian said with a smile, "This is also a combination that enhances immunity."
"Besides that, there's lemongrass." Tang Ze thought, "But besides that, there's another one."
Saegusa Fumi took another sip of tea, savoring the flavor of the black tea carefully, but like Tang Ze, he also couldn't taste what the last ingredient in the tea was.
"It's sweet tea."
Just as the two were silent, a female voice suddenly sounded, making them look back unconsciously.
A middle-aged woman in a white apron walked towards them with a tray and a smile on her face.
"Ah, it's sweet tea." Saegusa Kazami suddenly realized, "No wonder it has such a noble sweetness."
Tang Ze nodded in agreement and smiled as he thanked the proprietress for the dessert.
"So you two know each other." The proprietress looked at them and said, "Before, I always saw you coming alone."
At this point, the proprietress looked at the two of them, as if she saw two close friends who had met over black tea, or two lonely people who had met a companion. Her eyes were filled with joy. "Enjoy your meal, both of you."
The two thanked him again, and after the proprietress left, Tang Ze put down his teacup, looked at Sanzhi Fengjian and said with a smile, "If I had known I would see you here today, I would have brought the book with me.
I have read Mr. Nakagawa Xiu's works before."
"I wonder what Mr. Tang Ze thinks?" asked Saji Fengjian.
"Although the writing is very ornate, the more I read, the more bland and boring it becomes."
Tang Ze shook his head. "This is a common problem with many poor mystery novels. They fail to come up with good techniques or puzzles, so they fail to give readers a sense of anticipation."
"It's like a little girl who tries to imitate her mother in makeup."
Saegusa Kazami made a scathing comment: "The maturity and refinement of his works are still far from enough. He cannot be considered a true writer."
"But the book you lent me has a review of it on its cover that is highly praised by a certain critic."
"Oh."
Saegusa Kazami sneered, "So those so-called critics are nothing but greedy people who use this as a channel to make money.
For the sake of money and women, one can distort one's own language and will, and insincerely praise a poor work."
"But unfortunately, the image you hate does exist." Tang Ze sighed, "It's very difficult to verify public opinion, but it's easy to distort the truth.
Some people, out of profit, will turn bad things into good things, and some people, jealous of others' interests, will start to smear other people's works."
“This is society.”
Saegusa Kazami said self-deprecatingly: "No matter where you live, you can't avoid encountering such disgusting things."
So the man has been living alone and has not gotten married even at this age.
Perhaps it was because he was alone and had seen enough of the evil in this society, so he finally chose loneliness.
Although people like him don't feel lonely.
Tang Ze thought with a little emotion, but the thought only flashed through his mind.
"Come to think of it, I heard that among the mystery fans, there's a very credible critic."
He took a sip of red tea to hide his momentary daze, put down the teacup, looked at Sanzhi Fengjian with a smile and said, "My assistant, Miss Watson, learned about this blog from netizens.
As for the name, "Fighting Poison with Poison, Poison's Reasoning and Investigation Diary", my online name is "Poison".
As his name suggests, he is a very sharp-tongued critic.
However, his evaluation of Zhongyue Xiu surprisingly agrees with yours, Mr. Sanzhi.
Everyone felt that Zhongyue Xiu lacked the inferiority complex and desire necessary for a writer. In other words, he lacked some shortcomings.
When Tang Ze said these words, he carefully observed Saegusa Kazami's expression, and confirmed from his slightly surprised and flickering eyes that the critic named "Poison" was the other party.
"I think this critic called 'Poison' must be you, Mr. Saegusa."
In fact, the evaluation of "poison" was widely circulated. Nanatsuki Koshimizu also saw some netizens quoting the other party's words on the Internet, and found that they were exactly the same as Saegusa Kazami's evaluation. Only then did she begin to gradually overlap the two.
And it was precisely because Nanatsuki Koshimizu discovered this clue that Tang Ze wanted to express his gratitude and decided to bring a thank-you gift to Nanatsuki Koshimizu when buying tea today.
And it was precisely because he decided to come to the black tea shop today that he met "Poison" himself today, giving him the opportunity to ask him face to face.
I can only say that fate is truly amazing, and it feels like every sip and bite is predestined by heaven.
In response to Tang Ze's question, Saegusa Kazami was silent for a moment, then bowed slightly to acknowledge this identity.
“So you’re a critic.”
Tang Ze smiled with some regret: "Although it is a bit stereotypical, it is indeed a profession that fits your image. Perhaps a true critic is someone like you.
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