I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler

In a cheap restaurant near Drizzt's detective agency.

The positioning of these restaurants is actually a bit embarrassing, because the real poor, those who earn barely enough money to eat, will not come to restaurants for consumption.

And rich people look down on restaurants of this class.

Only a small number of people like Drizzt, between rich and poor, would come to such a restaurant to solve their stomach problems.

It has the feeling of a person standing and drinking while wearing a long gown.

"The taste is okay."

In front of Lu Jian was a large bowl of Yangchun noodles, with only very little minced meat and a little bit of oil in it, so it cost ten yuan. According to Drizzt, an ordinary rickshaw puller can pull a whole day. Earning fifty yuan is indeed unaffordable.

"Really tasty!"

The same noodles were in front of Shia, she ate faster, Lu Yi had only just finished a half, and she even finished the soup.

"Mr. Drizzt, you are such a good man."

Shia thanked the other party earnestly.

"so far so good."

Drizzt laughed, he moved his body a little, covering the restaurant's price list, and then quietly put the menu on the next table to hide it.

Intuition told Drizzt that it would be better not to tell them it was the cheapest thing here.

"Wait a minute, I'm a little curious, these noodles are made of wheat."

Lu Jian sucked on the noodles and suddenly felt a bit of PTSD.

"if not?"

Drizzt didn't know why.

"Even if it's a bug, it's so delicious, so it shouldn't matter."

Shia said from the side.

"insect?"

Drizzt looked at the girl beside him, and felt that she seemed to be having a hard time.

After eating the noodles, Lu Jian felt very satisfied,

He is a contented man.

"Shall we go to the publishing house first?"

Drizzt asked again.

"no problem!"

The publishing house is also on the Fourth Ring Road, on the other side of the city.

"This is also the Fourth Ring Road, and there are differences between different areas. The place where I live is considered medium in the Fourth Ring Road, and the east side of the Fourth Ring Road is considered the worst. There is a gangster headquarters there, and the location of the publishing house is The best of the four rings.”

Drizzt explained.

"Then why isn't the publishing house directly located in the wealthy area on the third ring road?"

Shia asked curiously.

"Because not all the people in the publishing house are rich. Those responsible for distributing newspapers, cleaning, and printing are all ordinary people. Some of the editors are from outside the Fourth Ring Road, mainly for work."

Drizzt said naturally.

"What about the servants in those rich people's homes?"

Lu Jian asked curiously.

"They all live in rich people's homes, and they seldom go home once a year. To be honest, some servants already feel that they are people in the third ring and look down on people who live outside. But who knows, if these people If you make a mistake, you might get your legs broken and thrown into the wilderness to feed those monsters."

Drizzt sighed.

The disparity between the rich and the poor in the abandoned capital has a clear sense of hierarchy. There are different classes, but each class is extremely fixed, and there are very few things that cross classes. , It is impossible to start from nothing.

The three soon came to the publishing house.

This building is considered magnificent in the Fourth Ring Road, but there are not many people coming and going. Drizzt walked into the hall and saw a woman in a cheongsam at the front desk reading a newspaper, so he said hello.

"I'm here to find money to edit."

"Have you made an appointment before?"

The woman had obviously met Drizzt before, her tone was a bit haughty, her eyes only stayed on Drizzt for a moment, then paused on Shia's face for a second, and finally landed on Lu Jian's face.

"Ahem, let me contact Editor Qian for you."

She picked up the phone, spun the wheel, and called upstairs.

After a while, the front desk smiled.

"Please go upstairs, the editorial office is on the third floor."

At the end, she took another look at Lu Trim, feeling like a dog that had been hungry for several days saw meat and bones, and Lu Trim felt that the word "Danger" might appear on his head.

Take the stairs to the third floor, it seems a bit noisy here.

All kinds of magazines, books, and newspapers piled up, and everyone's desk was full, blocking the view.

But walking all the way, I only saw those editors flipping through pornographic magazines in their hands, they didn't look like they were working.

"Old money."

Drizzt came to a table and knocked on it.

The editor who was reading the novel raised his head, his eyes still a little dazed.

"Old Cui, why, you agreed to do me this favor?"

He stood up and put down the book in his hand. Lu Jian saw that it was a novel called "Village of Rat People", which was also written by Gudu.

The editor is of medium build, wears glasses and looks greasy.

"Yes, my assistants and I are going to take on your commission and look for that one."

Drizzt took his time.

"Shh, you come with me."

Editor Qian led the three of them to a small conference room, which seemed to be the place where editors and authors usually communicate. He went out to get some documents and came back, closed the door, checked for confirmation, and then spoke.

"This matter is very important to us, Old Cui, the new book in the ancient capital will definitely sell well, which will increase the income of our publishing house as a whole, but why did he disappear..."

Editor Qian said in annoyance.

"I know that he often hangs out with some women, and I also know that something will happen, but why did you choose this time, alas, Lao Cui, you must help me, help the publishing house, as long as you can find the remaining For the manuscript, it doesn’t matter even if the ancient capital lacks arms and legs, even if he dies, as long as the remaining manuscript can be retrieved.”

Shia frowned slightly and asked.

"You don't care about his own life, you only want the remaining manuscripts of the novel?"

"No, no, of course I care. If he hasn't finished his novel, even if he dies, I have to bring him back to life. I do care about him."

Editor Qian's expression was inexplicably grim.

Drizzt winked, and didn't let Shia continue to dwell on this question, but asked.

"Old Qian, can you show us the manuscript of the novel? After all, it involves his disappearance, so I think there may be clues to the content of his manuscript."

Hearing Drizzt's words, Editor Qian suddenly became vigilant, for fear that these three people were spies from other publishing houses, and wanted to come over to spy on the secrets of Gudu's new works.

You know, novels, especially horror novels, are actually a matter of creativity in many cases. If the creativity is taken away first, then the story will lose its freshness, and the most powerful thing in the ancient capital is creativity. Every time I can think of a different story.

He took a deep look at Drizzt before speaking slowly.

"Wait for me a moment."

He went out again and took back a stack of manuscript paper.

"Can only be read here."

Editor Qian said.

The three of them took the manuscript paper, and Lu Juan immediately saw that the title of this unfinished novel was "The Mouth of a Madman".

The story begins with the disappearance of a novelist.