In fact, when he first took out the envelope, although Zhang Yu looked normal on the surface, his words did not seem to have changed at all from when he first entered the door.
However, Mei Qian was sensitively aware of the other party's hand and seemed stiff.
He further confirmed his previous guess that this should be a suicide note specially left to him by Zhao Jun before taking action.
Moreover, Zhao Jun sacrificed four days for this letter to reach him. I believe the police have thoroughly investigated and confirmed that there is nothing suspicious in it.
But this is not the case. There is no title or greeting on the letter, and there is no signature or date.
Just a line of address with the beginning and end cut off? No, just an ordinary place name.
[Guangdong Province---Yangcheng----70 miles south---Beizhuang]
As soon as he saw the two words "Beizhuang", Mei Qian's mind buzzed, and he was in a trance for a moment.
"Beizhuang, isn't this the place name in your novel?"
Because Mei Qian opened the letter without any evasive behavior, Zhang Yu stood nearby and understood the contents clearly.
At this time, seeing Mei Qian staring at the paper without speaking, he couldn't help but ask, and immediately shook his head again, wondering: "No, this is just a place you made up. What does Zhao Jun mean?"
"Who said this is a fictitious place name?" Mei Qian turned to look at him with a strange expression.
"You just wrote the plot about learning a while ago, so I checked it on the Internet. There is no such place name in Yangcheng, and even my local colleagues have never heard of Beizhuang." Zhang Yu replied, and then he was stunned: "Could it be...
…”
"You read so carefully." Mei Qian looked at him deeply again: "Beizhuang is a small place. It was destroyed by a flood as early as the late Qing Dynasty. It may not even be recorded in the local chronicles. It would be surprising if you could find it."
Then, he folded the letter and carefully placed it on the table.
"So, does he want to ask you to meet, or is there some secret there?" Zhang Yu asked hurriedly.
"Zhao Jun is dead." Mei Qian still looked at him.
Zhang Yu sighed: "That's true."
In fact, he has written this kind of letter in an envelope, more than once. He knows very well what it means to send such a letter.
After seeing his performance, Mei Qian finally believed that Zhang Yu had limited knowledge of Fang Zhenfang's actions and was probably not sent to deliberately test him.
The latter knew Mei Qian's character very well and could probably guess what he was thinking, but at the moment he was worried about it and had no intention of caring about this distrust for the time being.
After a long silence, Zhang Yu picked up the wine glass, and the beer inside was slowly poured onto the ground.
Mei Qian didn't know what to think, but he actually followed his example.
Then Zhang Yu didn't care how Mei Qian knew so much about a small village forgotten by the locals.
Mei Qian also rarely criticized Zhang Yu for being so sensitive that he even checked the names of places in novels.
The atmosphere at the wine table lasted for a while.
But one of them has seen too much life and death, and the other has also seen too much life and death. This kind of depression is destined not to last long.
So, when the second bottle of beer was opened, Mei Qian suddenly pointed to the water stains on the floor and said: "You will mop the floor later!"
Zhang Yu: "..."
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Regardless of whether Fang Zhenyang sent the letter, he was simply complying with the deceased's last wish or had another purpose.
Mei Qian does not have to stay in Xiadu to continue the boring code writing life, and the travel plan can continue.
Early the next morning, he set all the saved manuscripts to scheduled release and started booking tickets again.
I had planned to go directly to Guangdong Province before, and it stands to reason that I told Zhao Jun that I should go to another place to collect information simply to avoid trouble.
But Mei Qian simply thought about it and still booked a business class seat from Xiadu to Yangcheng.
It wasn't over yet. After choosing a seat, he specially took a screenshot, scrawled out the seat number and other information, and posted it directly online.
He said that he had run out of inspiration and would not update more in the future. In order to better serve the readers, he could only go out to collect ideas, and the first stop was Yangcheng. I also wrote a large text below, all of which are about the local environment and the
Food expectations.
Because the train departed in the afternoon, it was too early now. After doing all this, Mei Qian fell on the sofa in boredom, crossed her legs and scrolled through her phone.
At this time, it was still the hotel suite, and the people inside started arguing about him again.
"Mei Qian is also too worried. He posted screenshots of ticket bookings on Weibo, as if he was afraid that people would not know where he was going. What is he doing?"
"Obviously something is going on! It is said that many people claim to give him a good look. The killer burned down his house before. Doesn't he know his situation?"
"I guess he should know that we are following him, so he has nothing to fear!"
"Stop talking, it's better to prepare early. It would be embarrassing if something happens..."
Mei Qianke didn't care at all if anyone was in trouble because of his unscrupulousness. After watching a bunch of short thigh-shaking videos, he switched the page on his phone to Weibo.
There are indeed a lot of comments below. After browsing through them, some people wish him a smooth journey and a good morning. Of course, some people scold him for not doing his job properly.
I looked at the book review section again and found that there are good and bad, but it is a lot better. After all, pure readers need to be more Buddha-like. As long as they keep reading, they will rarely be scolded.
Mei's face has been hardened and thick-skinned now, and she has long been accustomed to being scolded.
It stands to reason that a writer will at most be criticized for his poor writing, but rarely for personal attacks.
But Mei Qiansao has been hyped too much. Whether actively or passively, there is always news about him, which is destined to give him a completely different treatment from other writers.
It's very popular, has a lot of traffic, and has loyal fans and trolls alike.
But what Mei Qian did today was more than just throwing bait.
He hesitated for a moment and sent a message he had already edited.
[Some people always accuse me of being a cuckold. Indeed, whether it is "Diary of a Killer" or "Continuous Rain in the Summer Capital", they all seem to be right. Oh, and the movie "Scorching Sun" that was released during the Spring Festival this year, I heard that it also helped
The police found the murderer, it’s weird to think about it.】
[I know that no matter what I say, the reputation of crow's mouth will definitely stick to my head, so I just go ahead and make a prediction. How about another prophecy today? It's accurate, I won't refute it anymore, everyone can scold you as you like! No,
That means what happened before was all a coincidence!]
It sounds helpless, but this is the fastest way Mei Qian can think of to test the current system capabilities.
No matter how the memory in the brain comes from, it is always chaotic and fuzzy in the early stage. It is really like the facial paralysis who is always in the amnesia stage in the impression.
The difference is that he can sort it out by publishing novels, while the other party can only wake up his memory by going to the tomb repeatedly.
The methods are very different, but the purpose is the same.
This always makes Mei Qian feel unreal.
What makes him even more uneasy is that now that he has written so many chapters, he still can't remember how "he" got the system? What caused the amnesia? What is the ultimate purpose of the system?
Do you want him to follow the example of Brother Qilin and revisit his old place, or wait for the system to be upgraded again?
That’s why I went on this trip to collect stories.
However, the testing of the system cannot be left behind.
All kinds of thoughts only happened in a moment. Mei Qian was only distracted for a moment. As soon as the phone page refreshed, there were already countless comments below.
Human beings have always been happy to watch the excitement, and the comment section is mostly used to provide ideas for prophecies.
It ranges from world peace to community security.
Of course, some people accused him of hype, saying that he was just trying to build momentum for "Heart of the Sun" to be nominated for the highest film award in the Xia Dynasty.
Mei also saw it and was dismissive of it.
Nonsense, why am I mentioning this movie without creating publicity? Kill three birds with one stone, do you understand?
Of course, I will not adopt the suggestions of the people who eat melons, because I have already made up my mind.
Seeing that the atmosphere was almost lively, he posted the third update of the day.
[I am sure that the Chinese men’s football team will successfully qualify in the World Cup qualifiers this summer...]
After sending it, he couldn't help but laugh and poured himself a glass of water.
After I had a glass of water in my stomach, I thought the comment section was about to explode, and then I picked up my phone again.
Unexpectedly, the reality was completely different from what he expected. He refreshed the page several times, but only saw a few comments with * numbers, and nothing else. It was as if the entire country was disconnected from the Internet...