Otherworldly Merchant

Helpless, we stopped a car to return to Mendono's residence. I found a scissors in the socket in the bedroom. No wonder Meng Dongno suddenly tripped.

The grieving soul knocked on the door in the bathroom and said, "Let me out, I'm filling the pit."

I found four disposable paper cups, which were written on the birthday of four writers, burned some paper ash and sprinkled on the coffee table, put one in each cup with an old coin, and asked Li Mazi to open the bathroom door.

A dark wind came out, and one of the cups snapped backwards on the coffee table, and I checked the information on my hand, which was the cyberwriter who wrote Xuan Fantasy, so I wrote the words "Xuan Fantasy Immortal Man” on the bottom of the cup as a marker.

Then I broke another brush to seal the unjust soul, freed the unjust soul, the first cup buckled back, this time an entity writer of reasoning novels, I wrote "suspicious reasoning” at the bottom of the cup as a mark.

The peanut pen is now significantly weakened, and I've estimated that there may be as little as a week left.

And I said to them, "We have to hurry now. We're going to start filling the pit tonight. Do you know any writers in this area? ”

Both shook their heads, and I said I had a classmate who wrote an online novel, but he wrote a burglar's grave, which didn't do much good.

“If you can't help him, you can ask. After all, he's in that circle. He must know a lot of writers.” Yin Xinyue said.

I thought she was right, so I called my classmate. I haven't heard from her in years. After I got through, I chilled out and asked him how he was doing. There's no marriage, then we cut to the chase.

“Brother, let me tell you something, I need to get some writers to help me fill the pit now. Do you know these types of writers who write fantasy, emotion, science fiction, and reasoning? Reliable, the price is absolutely fair. ”

“Didn't you make antiques? Why did you suddenly do the job of filling a hole?” The phone was a little surprised.

“It's a long story, and if you're interested, pick a time when we can have a drink and talk about it, and what I've been through for two years ensures that you can write a wonderful novel. ”

As soon as they heard it, they were happy to say, "Okay, I was worried about what I was writing. It would be great if you could provide the material. Well, I'll give you my editor's contact information, and he's on the Mars Novel Network with a bunch of Internet writers, hundreds of people, and they're all pretty good, and there's got to be a good one. ”

I thanked him. After hanging up, he sent me a number. Yin Xinyue said: “I'm better at talking business. I'll deal with this editor. You and Li Mazi will be ready in peace. ”

“Well, that's fine. ”

I am naturally relieved to give this matter to Yin Xinyue. What I am saddened about now is Meng Dongno's whereabouts. Such a large Wuhan looking for a man is like a needle in a haystack.

Besides, even a thousand cranes tracking pussy with a T-shirt man can't sense it.

But it's not completely hopeless. First of all, I can narrow down the scope. I looked in Meng Dongno's house and found that there are ID cards and credit cards in the bedside table. It can be assumed that he only has a little cash on him. He shouldn't be able to get out of town. If he stays in a hotel, he can't stay in a high-end hotel that requires an ID card.

I found another spare phone with a number of relatives and friends in it, and I unloaded the card and put it in my pocket.

It felt almost like we were leaving, because the door lock had been broken by Li Mazi, so we asked Li Mazi to find a locksmith master to reload it, and then equipped it with a few keys, and finished these back to the store, it was almost 11: 00 in the middle of the night.

I told Yin Xinyue and Li Mazi to go back to rest and start work tomorrow.

The next morning, I called all of Meng Dongno's relatives and friends acquaintances, claiming to be his assistants, but they had never seen Meng Dongno. Meng Dongno's parents were worried after they knew his son was missing. I was comforted and vouched for on the phone, so I stopped the old couple.

I made a round of phone calls and found nothing. I smoked a cigarette depressingly. At this time, Li Mazi came in and asked me if I had eaten. Let's go out and eat.

I was starving, so he went to a chongqing baked fish shop, ordered a baked fish and two beers. I told Li Mazi to find out where Meng Dongno was in the afternoon.

Li Mazi was saddened and straightened his teeth: “Wuhan is so big, there are no 1,000 or 800 small hotels like this. Where do you want me to find them at 1: 30? ”

“If you can't, pay for a private detective and make sure you find someone.” I said helplessly.

“How much does that cost? This pen is worth over 300,000. It's only tens of thousands on my hands. I may not make a fortune this time!” Li Mazi said.

“Everything can't just look at the immediate interests. My grandfather used to say that doing business, especially in the shady trade, has to start with the right conscience, followed by earning money. It's only when the reputation is good that business keeps coming to the door. ”

Li Mazi nodded: “You're right, I'll go after dinner. ”

For the next three days, Li Mazi was searching for it. From time to time, he texted me to complain. I promised to give him a good time after this incident.

Yin Xinyue quickly negotiated it. She contacted the publishing house to come to the manuscripts of the two entity writers. She had already consulted with the editors of Mars Novel Network to arrange the best writing procedures, and I paid for the manuscript.

The pit filling program soon began...

I turn over the two online novels from time to time, and the subsequent chapters have been updated, and the readers have responded differently. Some say it's well written, and some say it captures the character, and others say it's a dog-tailed mink, completely losing the original author's style.

Of course, I don't care about these reviews. People are always hard to talk about, and authors just have to do their best to write the best stories.

On the fourth day of Meng Dongnuo's disappearance, Yin Xinyue called me and said that the young man who wrote the reasoning encountered a little obstruction. I asked her what was wrong. She said that she could not speak clearly on the phone and brought people here this afternoon.

In the afternoon, Yin Xinyue brought the young man to my store. He looked about 25 years old and looked white and clean. Yin Xinyue introduced us. The child's name was Wang Xu.

“What's going on?” I asked.

“I can't write anymore...”

“Can't find the feeling? Or is it the wrong style? It doesn't matter, if you don't want to write anymore, I'll let the editor change, and I'll settle your bill for as much as you write.” I'm comforted.

“No!” Wang Xu shook his head: “I don't know who the killer is! ”

“What?” I was surprised.

Wang Xu said that he continued to write this reasoning novel with a particularly large number of pens, clues and clues. There were a dozen characters in total. Everyone seemed to have a criminal motive. The reasoning novel was unlike any other novel. We had to figure out the author's thinking before we could write it down. Otherwise, we would force an end to explain it. Don't say that the reader doesn't buy the bill, and editing that level won't pass.

After listening, I suddenly felt like a big head: “What can I do? You professional writer can't guess, I can't do anything about it...”

“Alas, it would be nice if the author could tell me about the killer.” Wang Xu said with regret.

“Wait!” I said, “Yeah, that's a good idea. Let's just ask the author! ”