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Chapter 303

Even though Mei Qian rarely uses his brain when writing, he doesn't have the energy to start a new book now.

So he stayed in the hotel and was really working hard on writing the "Iron Mask".

However, he didn't know whether it was because his body suddenly had a layer of "emotional" BUFF, or whether the dog system was making up for the settings, but there were many memories in his mind that made him feel the same.

His thoughts were raging, and he had plenty of inspiration for coding, but it was disorganized and needed to be summarized and organized carefully.

He is not worried about the interruption of the novel, because another thing has diverted the attention of most fans.

I don't know which nasty person actually leaked the news that he was staying at the Rugui Hotel when he discovered the body hidden in the water tank.

As a result, his novel became very reasonable, and the gloating and consoling book reviews instantly drowned out the posts criticizing him, and many fans sympathized with him.

Despite Mei Qian's efforts to popularize the knowledge, the tap water used in Rugui Hotel is a water pump, which is different from the fire water tank where the body was found. He has never drank the water from the corpse.

It's a pity that the results have been minimal. What people pay attention to is not the truth at all...

However, as the text was smoothed out little by little, his novel finally resumed updating.

Early this morning, Mei Qian got up energetically, washed up, and sent three days worth of manuscripts at once. This time, everyone was satisfied.

According to the pattern of the past few days, Mei Qian was actually still sleeping at this time, but today was different. He rarely ordered a breakfast provided by the hotel.

Looking at mobile phones while eating has almost become a habit of modern people, and he is naturally not exempt from it.

While chatting, I didn’t forget to chat with people on Weibo.

Among them, Maomao had the most information, followed by Ning Chi, and the topics were all related to this trip.

Apparently, the photos he posted on social media convinced his two assistants that he was really traveling, and they seemed much more at ease.

As for Zhang Yu, apart from occasionally seeing comments under a few photos, he doesn’t reply to messages or answer calls. He probably has business to attend.

Since this guy's physical fitness has improved, he has obviously lived more. He is running around all over the world, and he doesn't know what he is busy with.

Although there are many opportunities to make meritorious deeds, this person is also famous for his bad luck.

I really can’t tell whether it’s good or bad to give him so many Dahuan Dan!

Of course, Mei Qian is busy with her own affairs today and has no intention of interfering in other people's lives.

There was plenty of sunshine outside, and it looked like it was going to be extremely hot. But even so, he put down the bowl and went out early...

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Mei Qian, a backpacker, is extremely free in what he does. He can basically stay in the day and go out at night, turning day and night upside down.

But others cannot. For example, when Lu Dafei and Mei Qian are sleeping, his police officers must be responsible for security to prevent "accidents" like Rugui Hotel from happening again.

When Mei Qian takes to the streets, he must also ensure that the target cannot escape surveillance.

To describe it in one sentence, when others eat, they watch, when others sleep, they stand.

The ordinary team members are fine. After all, they work in two shifts, and everyone is quite energetic.

Lu Dafei, who was in charge of these tasks, was in trouble. Although he handed over many tasks to his deputies and seemed to be able to have a peaceful sleep, the progress of the case tortured him so much that he could not sleep at all.

Especially after every remote video meeting, he felt that he had lost a lot of hair.

This situation has improved slightly after receiving additional strength. At the very least, he no longer has to bear the pressure of climbing the mountain alone.

Therefore, he quite welcomed Ma Cheng, the deputy team leader who came to decentralize power.

This morning, Lu Dafei and a group of police officers were also eating noodles, the same kind as Mei Qian.

Maybe the plastic bowls in their hands are not as refined, the noodles are a little sloppy, and they don’t have sugar and garlic, but the taste is almost exactly the same.

Lu Dafei finished his portion in a few mouthfuls, only to realize that Ma Cheng, the deputy team leader who had just joined the team yesterday, was not there.

After thinking about it, he took the unopened ones overnight, walked to a corner on the same floor, knocked on the door, and went in after getting the answer.

This is also a single room, much smaller than the suite he lives in. He was also here when he made the reservation last night.

Unexpectedly, in just one night, the layout of the room has changed drastically.

There are stacks of files and ancient books on the TV cabinet, the tea tray on the coffee table is gone, replaced by old newspapers that look very old at first glance, and the curtains on the floor-to-ceiling windows are completely covered by a huge map of Yangcheng.

Ma Cheng was leaning on the sofa, looking down at a newspaper from the turbulent years of the last century. He was browsing very quickly. He was not reading, but seemed to be looking for some key words in it.

"Let's eat some noodles, they're quite delicious." Lu Dafei greeted.

Ma Cheng thanked him and quickly took the bowl and chopsticks. Maybe he was really hungry, so he tore open the plastic bag inside and started eating.

While eating, I stared at the huge map.

"Do you have any clues?" Lu Dafei asked.

"Still looking for it!" Ma Cheng ate two noodles that were already soft with chopsticks. He probably felt that something was missing. He reached out and took out a head of garlic from the travel bag next to him. He rubbed it with his fingers a few times, and there was a lot more in the bowl.

Picking up a snow-white garlic clove, I picked up the whole clove with chopsticks and stuffed it into my mouth, with a look of satisfaction on my face.

Lu Dafei twitched the corner of his mouth, forced himself to turn his head, and continued to look at the map. Naturally, he also had the map of Yangcheng. The map in front of him was densely marked with red pens. Each red circle represented the arrival and arrival of the target Mei Qian.

A place to stay.

He had made similar markings, but he soon discovered the difference, because a large area between the seaside and Yangcheng was almost covered with paint.

And these places have never been visited by Mei Qian since he came to Yangcheng.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Over there, Ma Cheng even drank all the soup in the bowl, wiped his mouth, stood in front of the map, and murmured: "You said, Beizhuang, seventy miles south of Yangcheng, which era is the Yangcheng here?

Yangcheng."

With the arrival of Ma Cheng, the task force also received more intelligence support.

Of course, in order to keep it secret, only the chief and deputy team leaders know that an undercover police officer left a last message for Mei Qian.

The confusion about Ma Cheng has also been bothering Lu Dafei since yesterday. It is not just them. Everyone who knows about this matter has been full of interest in Yangcheng in recent days.

Unfortunately, the information in just one sentence is too vague.

It stands to reason that since he could leave a letter, the undercover police officer would always have time to explain, but this was the only one he could provide.

Either the undercover agent doesn’t know what this sentence means, or he has some secret or concern that prevents the other party from saying more?

Lu Dafei temporarily put aside his unnecessary thoughts and turned his attention to Ma Cheng: "What do you think?"

"I don't think it is the current geographical location, because I asked my local colleagues about the name Beizhuang, and no one had heard of it. It must have been so long ago that one generation or even several generations have lost their memory. Then

This is troublesome, because Yangcheng has been expanded many times, and the area to the south of the city is quite large."

"Could this sentence refer to the ancient Yangcheng? Is this the coordinates of an ancient tomb?" Lu Dafei also expressed his speculation.

"I'm afraid we have to ask Mei Qian about this." Ma Cheng suddenly laughed.

Lu Dafei sighed: "Mei Qian knows we are following, I guess..."

But before he finished speaking, the door to the room was pushed open with a strong force.

"Lu Da, something happened, Mei Qian was lost..."


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