Just a quick calculation, you are a fugitive!

Su Chen had read the record of literary spirits in his master's book.

It was a writer who traveled through mountains and rivers one day. When he passed by a place where plague was rampant, he sat down to write. A miracle doctor floated out of the manuscript, collected herbs and gave acupuncture. In three days, the plague was cured and turned into nothingness.

A scholar asked the writer curiously: Where is the miracle doctor?

The writer said: In the heart and in the pen.

Everyone said that the magic of Xuanmen was magical, but in Su Chen's opinion, the writers were even more so.

There are hills and valleys in the pen, and there are thousands of years in the ink.

No wonder ordinary people say: There is a golden house in the book, and there is a beautiful woman in the book.

What a pity.

It gave birth to evil spirits.

The literary spirit of the manuscript not only tightly entangled the middle-aged man, but also led to Chen Yongchang's son, as if to pull them into the manuscript.

Su Chen quickly flipped to the latest chapter, the green boy peeped, the wife teased, and had the idea of ​​having an affair.

Chatting for a few sentences, the words are wonderful, as if you are in the scene, and it is inevitable to speak up for the male protagonist.

Su Chen couldn't help but think of Zhao Li's works. There is indeed a world of difference between mediocrity and masterpieces.

He tried to get rid of the evil spirit, but he was helpless as he saw a trace of evil spirit spreading from the manuscript.

Sure enough, there was something wrong with this work, which caused the evil spirit to continue.

The manuscript was flipped again, and Su Chen found that the handwriting on several pages was very sloppy.

Wang Haitao came up: "Master Su, is there any problem with this handwriting?"

Then he said disdainfully: "Why is it written like a dog crawling? It's worse than mine."

Su Chen carefully checked the content.

These pages are about the protagonist going out to buy things he needs for life. On the road, he met a person. The person saw at a glance that the protagonist was a great talent and offered him two thousand to invite him to be an assistant.

The protagonist thought he was a liar and refused, but he regretted it afterwards. Two thousand is enough for the family to live a rich life for a year.

Su Chen sighed, ruined by money.

He turned his head to look at the unconscious middle-aged man, hesitating whether to wake him up to see if he could change these pages to save this masterpiece, and then he heard Wang Haitao exclaimed.

"Oh my god, there are papers underneath."

Su Chen looked puzzled, and Wang Haitao had been lying under the bed at some point, dragging out a stack of manuscripts from inside.

"First rejection: the writing is a bit shallow, looking forward to the revised version."

"Second rejection: the story is weak."

"Third rejection: the subject matter does not match the mainstream."

...

The reason for the rejection of the manuscript was clearly recorded at the top, and underneath, there were stacks of revised manuscripts.

Wang Haitao had already opened it, took out one of the stacks and looked through it.

"This handwriting is pretty good, how could it be written like a dog crawling later?"

Su Chen did not speak.

He squatted down, looked at the manuscripts scattered under the bed, and was shocked again.

Effort after effort, revision after revision, setback after setback, and getting up again and again.

Writers are not born with literary talent, but are honed through thousands of trials and tribulations.

Looking at the unconscious middle-aged man again, he felt a little admiration in his heart.

Unfortunately, poverty did not defeat him, and the first literary work was ruined by two thousand yuan from a passerby.

"Eh? This is well written. I think it is much better than that of Zhao Li. Zhao Li can publish it, so why was his manuscript rejected?"

Wang Haitao scratched his forehead, puzzled.

Chen Baolong had recovered from shame and fear at this time, and approached curiously, took the manuscript and read it, with a constant light in his eyes.

After reading the back, he sighed: "It must be that the editor thought the uncle was not famous and did not read it seriously."

He re-examined the middle-aged man who fainted.

After moving here from Lianqing Town and being a neighbor for more than a year, he always thought that this uncle was a lonely person with a big problem in his personality.

It turns out that he is a writer, and his writing is much better than his own.

Chen Baolong thought about it and felt ashamed again, and wanted to slap himself.

What stupid things did you do before?

You think your uncle is not worthy of that woman, and you still want to...

Su Chen ignored them, hooked his right index finger, and the woman who was transformed by the literary spirit outside was dragged in.

Chen Baolong immediately lowered his head.

Don't look at it if it's not appropriate!

Su Chen glanced at him: "You were influenced by the manuscript before and peeped, I don't blame you."

"...Ah?" Chen Baolong looked at him in surprise.

Su Chen pointed to the manuscript on the old table: "Look, he should be based on you as the prototype of the boy next door."

Chen Baolong hurried over to look through it, and at the end he was annoyed: "How can you write me like this? It's too much, I'm the first, I read every day, I..."

Soon he was discouraged again.

"Actually, my concentration is not that good."

When he heard the noise coming from next door, his heart was in turmoil. Although he felt that it was wrong to peek through the window, he still couldn't resist the desire.

Su Chen looked at him and nodded secretly.

As expected of a top scholar, he reflected quickly.

"So, Master Su, how should we deal with this woman?" Wang Haitao asked.

"She is a spirit transformed by literary spirit, and she also has evil spirits. We can't keep her."

Wang Haitao was stunned, and then realized: "It's really a spirit. I said that the aura doesn't look like a human."

At the end, he stared in astonishment, pointed at the manuscript on the table, and then pointed at the woman.

"This, this, this..."

Seeing Su Chen nod, Wang Haitao took a deep breath: "I was wondering why he wrote better than Zhao Li. He can write a spirit, how can he not be better than Zhao Li? Too amazing, right?"

Chen Yongchang was confused the whole time.

He asked cautiously: "We can't keep him. Are we going to send him to the police station?"

Su Chen: "..."

After hesitating for a while, he smiled: "Yes, we are going to send him."

Taking all the manuscripts on the old table, he asked Wang Haitao to carry the unconscious middle-aged man, and he hooked the woman. Su Chen accepted the red envelope in Chen Yongchang's grateful eyes, and reminded Chen Baolong to study hard before getting in the car.

The car drove directly into the Municipal Bureau.

Su Chen asked Director Zhou to call Chang Yu.

Although Chang Yu still had long white hair, his face had a little color, and he looked much more relaxed.

Seeing him, Chang Yu smiled and asked: "Friend Su Dao, what do you want to talk to me about?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes fell on the woman, his eyes narrowed, and his brows furrowed.

"This is..."

His eyes fell on the pile of manuscripts on the table, and he suddenly realized: "Book spirit?"

Su Chen nodded: "Is this your first time seeing it too?"

"Of course, this thing is rare, even my uncle has never seen it." Chang Yu was curious, "Where did you find it?"

There was no need for Su Chen to explain, Wang Haitao was already talking.

After he explained the cause and effect clearly, Chang Yu nodded slowly: "So... Su Daoyou, do you think that although this book spirit carries evil spirit, it may be saved?"

"Well, it's mainly because it's too rare, it's a pity to destroy it directly." Su Chen explained, "Don't you have someone doing research there?"

"If the evil spirit can be removed, this manuscript will be a masterpiece," he pointed to the middle-aged man, "If he can control the literary spirit, it will be even better."

Chang Yu smiled: "It's worthy of Su Daoyou who spent half of his merit to exchange three years of life for me."

Wang Haitao: "???!!!"