Merchant of the Underworld

In desperation, we stopped a car and returned to Meng Dongye's residence. I found a pair of scissors plugged into the socket in the bedroom. No wonder it suddenly tripped just now, and Meng Dongye was really desperate.

The evil spirit was still knocking on the door in the bathroom, muttering: "Let me out, I want to fill the hole."

I found four disposable paper cups, wrote the birth dates of the four writers on them, burned some paper ash and sprinkled it on the coffee table, placed the paper cups sideways on them, and put an old coin in each paper cup. Then he asked Li Mazi to open the bathroom door.

A gust of wind came out, and one of the paper cups slammed back on the coffee table. I checked the information in my hand. It was the internet writer who wrote about fantasy, so I wrote "Fantasy Fairy Man" on the bottom of the paper cup with a pen. "Four words serve as a mark.

Then I broke the other brush that sealed the wronged soul in half to release the wronged soul. I turned the first paper cup over. This time it was a physical writer who wrote mystery novels. I wrote "Suspense Mystery" on the bottom of the paper cup as a mark. .

Shenghua Miaobi is now greatly weakened. I estimated that it may be left in a week at the earliest.

I said to them: "We have to hurry up now and start looking for people to fill the hole tonight. Do you know any writers in this field?"

Both of them shook their heads, and I said that I had a classmate who wrote online novels, but he wrote about tomb robbers, so he couldn't be of much help.

"If you can't help, you can still ask. After all, he is from that circle and must know many writers." Yin Xinyue said.

I thought what she said made sense, so I called my classmate, whom I hadn’t contacted for several years. After I got through, I exchanged a few pleasantries and asked him how he was doing. Are you married? Then get to the point.

"Brother, let me tell you something. Now I need to find a few writers to help fill in the gaps. Do you know any writers who write fantasy, romance, science fiction, and mystery? The ones who are more reliable and the prices are absolutely fair. "

"Aren't you an antique maker? Why did you suddenly start filling in holes?" The other person on the phone was surprised.

"It's a long story. If you're interested, go back and pick a time for us to talk in detail over a drink. What I've experienced in the past two years ensures that you can write a wonderful novel."

The other party was very happy when he heard it and said: "Okay, I am worried about what to write at this time. It would be great if you can provide me with materials. So, I will give you the contact information of my editor. He is leading the Mars Novel Network There are a group of online writers, there are hundreds of them, and they are all of good quality, so there must be someone suitable."

I thanked him, and after hanging up, he sent me a number. Yin Xinyue said, "I'm better at talking about affairs. I'll go deal with the editor, and you and Li Mazi will be ready."

"Well, that's fine too."

I feel relieved to leave this matter to Yin Xinyue. What I am worried about now is the whereabouts of Meng Dongye. Finding a person in such a big Wuhan is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Moreover, the range is so large that even with the T-shirt man's paper crane that tracks vaginal objects, it would be impossible to detect it.

But it’s not completely hopeless. First, we can narrow down the scope. I searched Meng Dongye’s house and found his ID card and credit card in the bedside table. It can be speculated that he only has a little cash on him, so he shouldn’t be able to leave the city, nor can he stay in a hotel. The kind of high-end hotel that requires an ID card.

I found another spare mobile phone, which contained the numbers of many relatives and friends. I removed the phone card and put it in my pocket.

Feeling that it was almost done, we were ready to leave. Because the door lock had been damaged by Li Mazi, we asked Li Mazi to find a locksmith to reinstall it, and then assigned a few keys. After doing this, we returned to the store. It was already past eleven o'clock in the middle of the night.

I asked Yin Xinyue and Li Mazi to go back and rest first, and they will have to do business starting tomorrow.

The next morning, I called all of Meng Dongye's relatives, friends and acquaintances, claiming to be his assistant, but none of them had seen Meng Dongye. Meng Dongye's parents were extremely worried when they learned that their son was missing. I comforted and reassured me on the phone, and finally managed to calm the old couple down.

After making a lot of phone calls and finding nothing, I smoked a cigarette depressedly. At this time, Li Mazi came in and asked me if I had eaten. Eat out together.

I was hungry, so I went to a Chongqing grilled fish restaurant with him and ordered a grilled fish and two bottles of beer. When we were almost done eating, I told Li Mazi that in the afternoon I would look for some small hotels in the city that don’t require ID cards. , inquire about Meng Dongye’s whereabouts.

Li Mazi was so worried that he gnashed his teeth: "Wuhan is such a big place, and there are not only 1,000 but also 800 small hotels like this. Where can you ask me to find them for a short while?"

"If it doesn't work, just spend money to find a private detective and be sure to find the person." I ordered helplessly.

"How much will it cost? This broken pen is only worth more than 300,000 yuan, and in my hands it is only tens of thousands. I may not make any money and have to pay compensation after this trip!" Li Mazi said.

"You can't just look at the immediate benefits in everything. My grandpa once said that when doing business, especially in the sale of illicit goods, you must first have a good conscience, and secondly make money. Only when you have a good reputation will business come to you in a steady stream."

Li Mazi nodded: "What you said makes sense, I'll go after dinner."

For the next three days, Li Mazi kept looking for him, and from time to time he sent me text messages to complain. I promised to reward him well after this incident was over.

Yin Xinyue reached an agreement quickly. She contacted the publishing house and asked for manuscripts from two physical writers. She had already discussed it with the editor of Mars Novel Network and arranged the best writing process. The manuscript fee was provided by I'll come out.

The hole-filling plan soon began in full swing...

I read those two online novels from time to time, and the subsequent chapters have been updated one after another. Readers have mixed reactions. Some people say it is well written and captures the characters' personalities, while others say it is a continuation of the story and has completely lost the original author's style.

Of course, I will not pay attention to these comments. It is always difficult to adjust the opinions of the public. The author only needs to do his best to write the best story.

On the fourth day after Meng Dongye disappeared, Yin Xinyue called me and said that the young man who wrote the reasoning encountered some obstacles. I asked what was wrong, and she said she couldn't explain clearly on the phone and would bring him over in the afternoon.

In the afternoon, Yin Xinyue brought the young man to my store. He looked about twenty-five years old and fair. Yin Xinyue introduced us to us. The boy's name was Wang Xu.

"What happened?" I asked.

"I can't write anymore..."

"Can't find the feeling? Or is the style wrong? It doesn't matter. If you don't want to write it anymore, I will ask the editor to change it. I will pay you the royalties for whatever you write." I comforted.

"No!" Wang Xu shook his head: "I don't know who the murderer is!"

"What?" I was shocked.

Wang Xu said that the mystery novel he is continuing to write has a lot of foreshadowings and mixed clues. There are more than a dozen characters in total, and everyone seems to have a criminal motive. Mystery novels are not like other novels. You have to figure it out first. Only the author's thoughts can be written down, otherwise the ending will be forced to be explained, not to mention that the readers will not buy it, and the editor will not be able to pass it.

After listening to this, I suddenly felt very confused: "What should I do? Even a professional writer like you can't figure it out, and I have no idea..."

"Oh, it would be great if the author could tell me the murderer." Wang Xu said regretfully.

"Wait a minute!" I suddenly had an idea: "Yes, this is a good idea. Let's ask the author directly!"