Want Me To Let Go? The Backhand Is A Compendium Of Materia Medica

As soon as Chen Feng had breakfast, he received a call from the Huaguo Archaeological Research Institute.

"Hello, are you Chen Fenfen, the author of Gui Blowing Lamp?"

Hearing this slightly majestic voice, Chen Feng asked strangely, "Yes, who are you? How do you know my phone number?"

"Haha, hello, I am Zheng Zhongjun, the director of the Huaguo Archeology Institute. It's like this. The nine-story monster building that appeared in the book you wrote about is very similar to what we excavated a few days ago. , have you seen it before?"

Um? Damn it, what kind of situation is it that a nine-story monster building was actually unearthed? ? Chen Feng was not stupid, he immediately understood the seriousness of this matter, especially the last question of the other party, the meaning of which need not be elaborated.

"I haven't seen it before. I made it all up."

The other party obviously didn't believe what he said, "Is that so? Would you like to come over to our Archaeological Institute? It would be a good thing for you to talk in person, otherwise your book fans might really think you are a tomb robber, right? ?”

Chen Feng thought, can I refuse? It was estimated that if he refused the other party, he would be arrested in the evening. He had no choice but to sigh and said, "Okay, Director Zheng, please tell me your address. I will go there in the next two days."

"Okay, Tianjing City xxxxxxxx, call me when you arrive and I'll have someone pick you up."

"Okay, Director Zheng, I'll hang up now and see you another day!"

"See you later!"

After hanging up the phone, Chen Feng let out a long sigh, "What a sin. Writing a novel has become a reality."

However, complaints are complaints, and Chen Feng is not afraid. After all, according to the memory of the original owner, he grew up in an orphanage, which also created his cowardly and introverted character. All this information can be found by the other party. Grave robbery? What a joke.

"It seems that there is no way to update today." Chen Feng was afraid that those readers would come to urge for updates again, so he had to leave a message in the comment area to explain, "Sorry, because the Institute of Archeology called me to invite me to talk, I have to stop updating for two days. Please Forgive me."

After making this notice very politely, Chen Feng took out his mobile phone and booked a flight to Tianjing.

When those book fans clicked on the trick light as usual to check today's updated chapters, they suddenly found that there was no update today. As soon as they clicked on the comment area, they saw the eye-catching author's message.

These book fans were immediately speechless at this message and started making fun of it.

"Haha, is this author really invited to tea?"

"I'm laughing so hard. You're not really a tomb robber, are you?"

"I got in because I wrote a novel, so this is probably the first one, right?"

"If we really go in, I don't know if we can continue to update inside."

"I'm thinking shit upstairs. Let's go and see you again in ten years."

"Ten years? As long as you live, okay."

"..."

According to the address given by Director Zheng, Chen Feng got off the plane and took a taxi straight to the Institute of Archeology. When he got to the gate, he called Director Zheng and asked him to wait a moment.

About five minutes later, a middle-aged man in his forties walked out. After seeing Chen Feng, the visitor was surprised and asked, "Are you Chen Feng, the author of Gui Blow the Lamp?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

Seeing him admit it, the middle-aged man said in disbelief, "It's nothing, I just didn't expect you to be so young. Let me introduce myself, I am the professor here, Du Yunming."

"Uh, hello, Professor Du. I am Chen Feng, the author of Gui Blowing the Lamp. My real name is Chen Feng, Erdong Chen."

"Huh? Chen Feng? This name sounds familiar. I seem to have heard it somewhere. How old is Mr. Chen this year?"

"23 years old."

The two were walking and chatting. When they heard Chen Feng say that he was 23, Professor Du stopped and looked at him. Although he knew that the other person was young, he did not expect to be so young.

Seeing the other party staring at him, Chen Feng asked doubtfully, "What's wrong, Professor Du?"

"Well, it's okay. I didn't expect that you are only 23 years old this year. You are really young and promising. I also read your book "The Lamp". It's really good." After that, he continued to lead Chen Feng forward.

Hearing the other party mention this, Chen Feng smiled bitterly, "Uh, Professor Du, please stop talking. If I had known that writing this novel would cause you to misunderstand, I wouldn't have written anything."

Du Yuming was stunned for a moment, then laughed twice, "Haha, your writing is very good, but don't worry, we will definitely find out, and after seeing you, I think you will be fine."

"Why?"

"Because you are too young."

Hearing this answer, Chen Feng was speechless for a while, thinking that it was great to be young.

Under the leadership of Professor Du, the two walked for about five minutes and finally arrived at the door of Director Zheng's office.

Du Yuming knocked on the door a few times, and a slightly majestic voice soon came from inside the room, "Please come in."

Hearing the response inside, Chen Feng followed Professor Du into the room. An old man in his sixties was sitting on the sofa and looking at a piece of information in his hand.

"Director Zheng, I brought him here."

The old man nodded when he heard this, put down the information in his hand, and looked up at Chen Feng.

"Are you the author of the strange lamp?"

"Yes, Director Zheng, I am Chen Feng, the author of Gui Blow the Lamp. My real name is Chen Feng, Erdong Chen."

Hearing his confirmation, the old man's expression was stunned for a moment, and then he continued, "Well, I didn't expect you to be so young. I am even more sure now that you just happened to write this novel and are not a tomb robber circulated on the Internet."

After a pause, he introduced himself, "I forgot to mention, I am Director Zheng who called you."

A wry smile appeared on Chen Feng's face again, "Just be sure, but don't really think of me as a tomb robber."

Seeing his expression, Director Zheng couldn't help but joke, "What? Are you scared?"

Chen Feng quickly said calmly, "I can't talk about fear. The main reason is that I'm afraid of trouble. Don't be suspected of being a bad person just because you wrote a novel."

Director Zheng pointed at the information he had just put down, "Don't worry, the Public Security Bureau has already sent me your information before you came here."

After a short pause, the other party looked at him and continued, "Chen Feng, 22 years old this year. His parents died when he was young and he was sent to an orphanage. He was admitted to Tianjing Conservatory of Music with excellent results in high school. After graduation, he joined Tiancheng Entertainment Company. A while ago. It seems that you also participated in a show, right?"

Chen Feng thought to himself, "Sure enough, we have already investigated his information here, but this also saves me a lot of trouble."

"Yes, Director Zheng, now that you have investigated clearly, am I completely free of suspicion?"

Director Zheng chuckled softly, "Haha, of course, you are no longer suspected. First of all, the time of committing the crime can be ruled out.

But I have a question, why didn't you continue to be a star and start writing novels instead?

And yesterday I also took the time to read the book "Gui Blowing Lamp". I have to say that the writing is indeed wonderful. Some of the ancient tomb situations and the mysterious Feng Shui techniques in it are indeed consistent with some situations in reality. How do you do it? Do you know this? "