In a cheap restaurant near Drizzt Detective Agency.
The positioning of these restaurants is actually a bit embarrassing, because the real poor, those who earn barely enough money for food and clothing, will not come to restaurants to spend money.
And rich people look down on restaurants of this caliber.
Only a small number of people like Drizzt, who are between rich and poor, would come to such a restaurant to solve their stomach problems.
It feels like a person drinking while standing and wearing a long gown.
“The taste is okay.”
In front of Lu Tan was a large bowl of Yangchun noodles. There was only very little minced meat and a slight amount of oil in it. It cost ten yuan. According to Drizzt, an ordinary rickshaw puller could pull the noodles in a full day.
If you earn fifty yuan, you really can't afford it.
“So delicious!”
The same noodles were in front of Shia, and she ate faster. Lu Tan had only finished half of them, and she even finished the soup.
"Mr. Drizzt, you are such a good man."
Shia thanked the other party seriously.
"It's okay, it's okay."
Drizzt laughed. He moved slightly, covering the restaurant's price list, and then quietly put the menu on the next table to hide it.
Drizzt's instinct told him that it would be better not to tell them that this was the cheapest thing here.
"Wait a minute, I'm a little curious. Are these noodles made from wheat?"
Lu Tan was sucking the noodles and suddenly felt a little bit of PTSD.
"What if?"
Drizzt didn't know why.
"Even if it's just a bug, it's so delicious, so it shouldn't matter."
Shia said from the side.
"insect?"
Drizzt looked at the girl next to him and felt that she seemed to be having a hard time.
After eating the noodles, Lu Tan felt very satisfied. He was a contented person.
"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 I live in is considered medium-sized in the Fourth Ring Road. The east side of the Fourth Ring Road has the worst security. There is a gang's headquarters over there, and the publishing house is located in
The best in the Fourth Ring Road.”
Drizzt explained.
"Then why isn't the publishing house directly located in the wealthy area of the Third Ring Road?"
Shia asked curiously.
"Because not all the people in the publishing house are rich. Those responsible for distributing newspapers, as well as the cleaning and printing staff are all ordinary people. Some of the editors are from outside the Fourth Ring Road, mainly for work."
Drizzt said matter-of-factly.
"What about the servants in rich people's homes?"
Lu Tan asked curiously.
"They all live in rich people's homes and rarely go home once a year. Haha, to be honest, some servants already feel that they are people within the third ring road and look down on people living outside. But who knows, if these people
If you make a mistake, you might have your legs broken and thrown into the wilderness to feed those monsters."
Drizzt sighed.
The gap between the rich and the poor in the abandoned capital has a clear sense of hierarchy. It exists in all classes, but each class is extremely fixed. There is rarely a class crossover. After all, the people living in the Tenth Ring Road cannot even read a book and cannot read.
, it is simply impossible to start from scratch.
The three of them quickly came to the publishing house.
This building was already quite impressive in the Fourth Ring Road, but not many people came and went. Drizzt walked into the lobby and saw a woman in a cheongsam reading a newspaper at the front desk. He said hello.
"I'm looking for money to edit."
"Have you made an appointment before?"
The woman had obviously met Drizzt before, her tone was a little arrogant, her eyes only stayed on Drizzt for a moment, then on Shia's face for a second, and finally on Lu Tran's face.
"Ahem, let me contact Editor Qian for you."
She picked up the phone, turned the wheel, and called upstairs.
After a while, the front desk smiled.
"Please go upstairs, the editorial office is on the third floor."
Finally, she glanced at Lu Jian again. She felt like a dog that had been hungry for several days seeing meat and bones. Lu Jian felt that the word "danger" might appear on his head.
Take the stairs to the third floor, it seems a bit noisy here.
Various magazines, books, and newspapers are piled up on everyone's desk, blocking their vision.
But walking along the way, I only saw the editors holding pornographic magazines in their hands and flipping through them. 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, what, you agreed to do this for me?"
He stood up and put down the book in his hand. Lu Jian saw that it was a novel called "The Village of the Rat Man", which was also written by the ancient capital.
The editor is of medium build, wears glasses, and looks a little greasy.
"Yes, my assistants and I are ready to take over your commission and find that one."
Drizzt took his time.
"Shh, 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 communicated. He went out to get some documents and came back, closed the door, checked, and then spoke.
"This matter is very important to us, Lao Cui. The new book in Gudu will definitely sell well, which can bring the overall income of our publishing house to a higher level, but why did he disappear..."
Editor Qian said worriedly.
"I know that he often hangs out with some women, and I also know that something will definitely happen, but why did it happen at this time? Alas, Lao Cui, you must help me and the publishing house, as long as you can find the rest
Manuscript, it doesn’t matter even if Gudu is missing arms or legs, it doesn’t matter even if he dies, as long as he can get back the remaining manuscripts.”
Shia frowned slightly and asked.
"You don't care about his life or death, just the remaining manuscript of the novel?"
"No, no, no, of course I care. If he hasn't finished writing the novel, even if he dies, I have to let him live again. I care about him."
Editor Qian's expression was inexplicably ferocious.
Drizzt winked, not letting Shia continue to dwell on this issue, but asked further.
"Old Qian, can you show us the manuscript of the novel? After all, it involves his disappearance, so I think there may be clues in his manuscript."
After hearing Drizzt's words, Editor Qian suddenly became alert, fearing that these three people were spies from other publishing houses and wanted to come over to pry into the secrets of the ancient capital's new works.
You know, novels, especially horror novels, are actually a matter of creativity in many cases. If the creativity is taken away by others, then the story will lose its freshness, and the most powerful thing about the ancient capital is creativity.
Every time I think of a different story.
He looked at Drizzt deeply before speaking slowly.
"Just wait for me."
He went out again and got back a stack of manuscript paper.
"Can only be read here."
Editor Qian said.
The three of them took the manuscript paper, and Lu Jian immediately saw that the name of the unfinished novel was "The Mouth of a Madman".
The story begins with the disappearance of a novelist.
