[I don’t want to succeed, I have to salt the fish: Be careful, you have entered the game! All chances are inevitable. Live!!!]

Zhou Yan: "???Isn't this good life for me?"

[Feng Wugan: When I saw the materials I went out to take, I instinctively thought of a guy who was not doing his job]

Zhou Yan: "Don't do your job properly? Who?"

[Reader A: If we have one, we will not be written in the book. I wonder if my words will be placed in Zhou Yan's book]

Zhou Yan stared at the brother's name and thoughtful. This was a very strange sense of incongruity, but since he got this book, this sense of incongruity has not appeared once or twice, so Zhou Yan

As usual, after thinking for a while, countless words came to this.

【19981201an: Zhou Yan, be careful of a thin figure hiding in the alley staring at you and smiling]

"A thin figure? Are you a slim girl in the alley?"

[An immortal person who doesn't want to spread the fire: Zhou Yan, the thin ghost is watching you two, in the dark alley opposite the bustling crowd]

"Length ghost????"

[The most beautiful stunt in the crowd: Zhou Yan is leaving quickly, the thin ghost is looking at you, be careful]

"Hiss———" Zhou Yan took a breath of confusion, and then sat up from the bed.

It was already early in the morning of the next day. Zhou Yan had a big meal with Li Huan last night... Well, it was actually a food stall on the side of the road.

It seems that when Li Huan, a girl, always goes to such street food when she says she has a big meal.

Zhou Yan was thinking about whether to react to Li Huan. If you have anything to celebrate in the future, let’s not have big meals, just eat some of the ‘simple rice’ you usually eat.

After finishing the meal last night, Zhou Yan returned to the apartment and fell asleep. The exams these days made him exhausted. As soon as he opened his eyes, it was already past 10 o'clock the next day.

It was already past 11 o'clock when I went to the detective agency. Maybe I was thinking that I was here for lunch, so Zhou Yan was very aware of his decision and was lazy for another two hours and went there again in the afternoon.

So he lay on the bed and began to flip through notes.

But after reading it, I found a lot of things that were wrong.

"The thin ghost...?" Zhou Yan murmured: "Isn't that a thing in urban legend? It seems that he really exists, and he is still staring at me."

[Ugly Zhou Yan forced me to change my name: Zhou Yan, dangerous! The thin ghost is staring at you! It's in the alley opposite!]

【Call me Night King: My God, Ghost Shadow】

Zhou Yan looked back again and found that everyone was indeed talking about ghosts and asked him to run away quickly.

But... I didn't read a book yesterday, so I didn't know that there was a ghost staring at me and didn't run away. But in the end, nothing happened?

"Hey, are you reading it wrong?" Zhou Yan muttered.

But the little commotion in his heart still made him walk to the shoe rack at the door.

Zhou Yan is a person who doesn't like to clean up the house. The letter paper with the [Slim Ghost Shadow] was placed on the shoe rack a few days ago, and he still is there.

Zhou Yan picked up the letter paper, which was a portrait of a little inconsistent limbs. His hands seemed to have been deliberately drawn, which looked very deformed.

"Haha." As he looked at it, Zhou Yan couldn't help but laugh: "What, how could this thing appear in the real world?"

Zhou Yan put the letter paper on the shoe rack, cleaned it up briefly, and then went out.

It was almost noon, and the morning air conditioning had already dissipated, and the sun shone comfortably on Zhou Yan.

He is preparing to have breakfast at around 10 o'clock... This feeling of being late to work and being able to wander around leisurely is really enjoyable.

Soon, Zhou Yan came to a breakfast shop. Because it was close to a high-end community, the breakfast shop was very good. It was almost noon and there were new small buns.

This is also due to the people living in the luxurious apartment opposite.

In fact, after living in this community for a while, you will find that rich people are similar to detectives, both of whom have some quirks, roast suckling pigs in the morning, small buns at noon, and clear porridge with stinky tofu at night. They have this crazy eating habit.

There are probably not a few people.

Soon, Zhou Yan ate hot buns, and the LCD TV was hung on the wall of the breakfast shop. It was a coincidence that Li Huan's new book promotion now seemed to be playing.

The interview recorded by Li Huan before was also circulated very popular online.

In this world, detective novels are a very niche type, but it is precisely because of the niche that there are many die-hard books like Li Huan. When Li Huan has a market, it is likely to bring them.

A large number of imitators may become the leader of detective novels in the second spring.

So both publishers and writers want Li Huan to show her face in front of more people——Of course, the main reason is: Li Huan is beautiful!

This kind of girl with a pure and unscathing appearance has written a gripping detective novel, and is also helping to give readers a warm and tearful feeling. The constant contrast has also made Li Huan a goddess-like character in the hearts of readers of detective novels.

Zhou Yan looked at the interview and looked at the girl who lived next door to him. He didn't even notice that Li Huan was now considered a star-level figure.

"So...Miss Li Huan, your book has now set off a wave of reviving detective novels. Many famous writers say that your talent has saved detective novels. What do you think about this?

Do you want to tell the readers?”

"I have said it many times. I am just a translator. The real author of this book is someone else." Li Huan explained.

"Oh? Is that the mysterious man who has never appeared before and has no name?"

"I made an appointment with him and I won't disclose his identity." Li Huan said.

"Well, we can understand your thoughts. In fact, after the musician Mozart wrote the Thirty-Nine Symphony, he insisted that his inspiration was due to a mysterious man without a name.

, There are also many geniuses in history who have made such a mysterious friend, maybe you belong to the same category."

"I'm not really fiction..."

“We understand…”

While chewing the hot buns, Zhou Yan's eyes passed through the blurred heat, making Li Huan's clean face look even more hazy.

He looked at it, maybe he was in a good mood today, and Zhou Yan's mouth was always in a state of upward movement.

Soon, Zhou Yan finished breakfast, and an hour later, he finally arrived at the detective agency slowly.

As soon as he walked to the door of the detective agency, Zhou Yan suddenly discovered that the plaque next to the door had changed color.

【Xiyan Detective Agency-----】
Chapter completed!