There were actually some other guests at the B&B. When passing through the lobby, I was surprised to see two policemen sitting on wicker chairs with serious expressions.
However, they knew the taboos and most of them were sensible enough not to stop.
Even those who were curious were sent away by the charming landlady on the grounds that the police were investigating the case.
The business of this B&B was really good, so even though there were only a small number of people watching the fun, it didn't take long for a lot of people to stand in the yard, all whispering to the four people sitting opposite each other in the window.
Of course, rumors that Mei Qian was once again under police investigation inevitably appeared on the Internet. The reporters who had previously surrounded Mei Qian flocked to the gate of the B&B again.
Fortunately, the landlady and the waiter were reliable and no one disturbed the conversation in the room.
The people inside naturally had no time to pay attention to the bustle outside.
Mei Qian glanced at the ID shown on the other side and asked first, "I wonder if the two police officers need my cooperation?"
These were two criminal policemen who claimed to be from the Western Regions but spoke fluent Xia Guomandarin. One of the older ones glanced at his companion and said, "Mr. Mei, we do have something we need to know from you." Then he read from the official document.
He took out a large pile of photos from his bag: "Mr. Mei must be very familiar with the affairs of the ancient Western Regions."
"Don't talk nonsense, I don't understand, I don't know anything." Mei Qian immediately retorted angrily.
However, he couldn't help but look at the photo that was handed to him, and then he became convinced.
To be honest, these photos are not clear at all. At first glance, they are screenshots taken from videos.
As for which video it is? Do you even need to ask?
Thinking of this, Mei Qian looked at the two people opposite him again and took the photo after a long while.
He originally thought that after the video in which he appeared as a stuffy oil bottle was released, the police would come to inquire immediately, but he didn't expect it to take such a long time.
Pretending to look at all the photos, after turning to the last one, he suddenly smiled and raised his head: "Sorry, I've never seen any of the people here, well, especially this one..."
He shook the photo in his hand. Under the refraction of the sun, the face of the young man wearing a hoodie turned pure white, making it difficult to see clearly.
"How is that possible? According to our testing, there is no trace of editing in that video. It is completely real. You appeared in the video. Don't you have no impression at all?" The middle-aged police officer glanced at his companion again and asked eagerly.
: "You don't even know yourself, do you?"
"Who said it was me?" Mei Qian's eyes also fell on the policeman taking the record intentionally or unintentionally. When he glanced at the other person's wrist covered by long sleeves, his eyes lag slightly, and he explained with a smile.
: "Don't tell me, I'm really handsome if I dress like this. But hasn't my appearance changed at all after more than seven years?"
"That's the truth!" The middle-aged man frowned and asked again: "But if it weren't for you, how would the novel be written?"
"I dreamed about it one day. Maybe I have actually been there! But I am sure that I was definitely not acting with the people in the video." Mei Qian sighed: "Moreover, the content in the novel is actually different from my dream.
Big difference.”
"Oh?" He said this, attracting everyone's attention.
"Because of the story, I focused on the content of the West Queen Mother City in the novel. In fact, there are a lot of dust-covered treasures in the Devil City, near the sunken ship. In the setting, the West Queen Mother Kingdom was very prosperous.
In the ancient rivers, there are many sunken gold-carrying ships. The gold, silver and jades inside have not seen the light of day for thousands of years, and are all buried in the Devil's City." Mei Qian looked around, lowered his voice, and said mysteriously
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He could clearly feel the heavy breathing of the two people opposite him. Mei Qian raised the corner of his mouth, and then changed into a regretful tone: "It's a pity that I don't have time in the past two years, otherwise I would have to go to the Western Regions to try my luck."
The two policemen looked at each other and asked, "Does Teacher Mei know the location of the sunken ship?"
"I want to know, I left long ago." A trace of impatience suddenly appeared on Mei Qian's face...
Seeing the two policemen's cars starting to leave, Mei Qian let go of Ning Chi's arm. The latter frowned in confusion: "Brother, are you just letting them go?"
"Do you think you can do it? Are you going to fight the police in front of the media?" Mei Qian curled her lips, glanced at the people watching the fun, and whispered: "Even if you are fake, you can't do it here."
"Then, call the police?" Ning Chi also whispered back.
"Don't worry, someone will take care of it." After Mei Qian said that, he quickly walked upstairs.
Ning Chi was stunned for a moment, then followed closely.
When they reached the terrace on the second floor, Mei Qian was looking at the street corner with a telescope.
Ning Chi had good eyesight and could vaguely see the blocked traffic queue in the distance.
"Anyone who is stupid enough to pretend to be a policeman is not worth worrying about." Mei Qian put down these words, put the binoculars into Ning Chi's hands, and looked at an antique wooden building not far away.
, then turned around and returned to the room.
Ning Chi raised his binoculars and saw that the private car driven by the two policemen had been pulled onto a trailer, and the passengers on it were nowhere to be seen...
In the afternoon of that day, a local criminal police officer from Hangzhou came to the door to learn more about the conversation in the morning.
"So before we came here, you knew that those two people were fake?" the detective couldn't help but ask.
"Yes, I have dealt with you police officers a lot, but I have never seen anyone with pierced ears and tattoos." Mei Qian said with a smile.
"Why didn't you call the police at that time?" the other party asked.
"I only figured it out after the fact. You also know that because I have a criminal record, I get nervous when I see people in uniform. I was just answering questions at the time. How could I think so much?" Mei Qian's speaking speed was still leisurely.
After saying this, he sighed, then picked up the tea cup on the table and took a sip with a smile.
The two policemen sitting opposite looked at each other. You are too nervous...
The whole thing is very simple. Some enthusiastic people reported that someone was pretending to be a police officer to commit fraud. When the local police arrived, they happened to intercept the counterfeiter who was blocked in the road.
Through understanding, the two of them really just came to talk to Mei Qian and had no other actions.
The identities of the two are still under investigation, but they have little relationship with Mei Qian, so they did not receive a notice restricting their departure.
So after the inquiry, he and Ning Chi discussed it and decided to leave Hangzhou the next day.
However, that night, news suddenly came from the road in the south.
In the devil city described in Mei Qian's novel, there are a lot of treasures.
I don’t know who investigated and discovered that Mei Qian also appeared in the Western Region the year before last and was missing for half a month. The mutual confirmation made this rumor even more credible.
For a time, everyone on the road who was well-informed was ready to take action.
And this rumor is spreading around at an alarming speed...
Of course, Mei Qian, as a serious person, has never been in contact with Taoist monks and is completely unaware of all this.
Right now, he was bothered by a phone call from Maomao. Because of this phone call, his plan to eat Cantonese food was completely interrupted.
"What literary award?"
"Sibel Jialin Novel Award!" Maomao's voice sounded excited in the receiver: "It's not very famous, but it's also the first international award nomination you've received."
"But after thinking about it, I didn't expect that book to be nominated..." Although it is good news to be nominated for an award, why was it "Qilin List"?