At noon the next day, Zhang Yu, who had been so busy that he hit the back of his head, unexpectedly came over and hung out with Mei Qian for most of the day.
This guy didn't do anything serious at all, he ate melon seeds, drank tea, and chatted, as if he was too idle to pass the time.
But Mei Qian could tell at a glance that something was on his mind.
Otherwise, I wouldn’t often look down at my phone, and there wouldn’t be the sudden sound of several footsteps patrolling back and forth outside my room door.
Moreover, when he was grabbing melon seeds just now, he caught a glimpse of Zhang Yu's bulging bag, and he probably also had a gun.
But no matter what the other party's purpose is, since he doesn't take the initiative to say it, he really can't ask, so he can only pretend not to know and deal with it wordlessly from the side.
After drinking a few pots of tea, and seeing that it was almost dinner time, the topic of conversation among the few people unconsciously turned to him.
"When I get back, I will start serializing the novel online, and I will publish a physical novella when I have time." He has already made plans for the new book and has nothing to hide.
But when Zhang Yu heard the word "entity", his face stiffened for a moment, and he coughed before asking: "Part 2, isn't it about tomb robbing again?" He knew, however, that the tomb robbing book published last year originally sold well.
That's good. Mei Qian's traffic has been incredibly high recently, and the big tomb was indeed discovered in Xiadu, and now it's even more popular.
According to a piece of news he saw, Mei Qian could take a big step forward in his ranking on the rich list of writers just by relying on this book.
Some professionals estimate that Mei Qian is likely to take advantage of this trend and launch a sequel. As long as it is published early, it will definitely make a lot of money.
However, this is not good news for him as a police officer.
Who told Mei that something would happen every time he wrote about tomb robbing?
Even his captain Qin Sen had already speculated that all of this was Mei Qian's deliberate act, from getting an innocent identity after the car accident and publishing it, to being exposed as a tomb robber a few years later, and finally discovering the big tomb in Xiadu.
Of.
As long as everything is done cleanly from beginning to end, not only fame and fortune will be gained, but also huge wealth can be earned without any trouble.
For a moment, Zhang Yu agreed with his captain's opinion.
At least now it seems that Mei Qian can make more money by writing books than by robbing tombs in fear.
Of course, this thought only flashed through his mind for a moment and then disappeared.
Mei Qian didn't know what he was thinking about, but he just smiled and said: "I don't dare to write about tomb robbing now." Although it's a bit silly not to make money because he has money, he has self-knowledge and has copied everything he should. If he is asked to be original, he is really doing it now.
There is no inspiration, and at his speed, he doesn’t know how many months it will take to publish it. I’m afraid that the popularity will have passed by long ago, and the publisher will dare to say something back by then.
"I'm going to write a book on criminal investigation, and I may need your help." He added.
"Easy to say!" Zhang Yu was inexplicably relieved when he heard that it was just a criminal investigation.
"As for the online serialization, I plan to write about a Buddhist monk." Mei Qian squinted at him.
Zhang Yu was stunned and asked in confusion: "Didn't you buy a book before?"
Oh, I didn’t realize it, but he is still a loyal reader. Mei Qian smiled even more happily: “Isn’t it because I have been studying Buddhist scriptures recently and gained some insights? Hey…” Suddenly the conversation changed: “You said I wrote
How about the Iron Faced Buddha?" After saying that, he turned a blind eye to Ning Chi's surprised expression and just stared at Zhang Yu's reaction.
But the latter just frowned and put forward his suggestion seriously: "The story of the Iron Mask Buddha has been written badly. You won't do another lion king or evil god, right?"
Mei Qian glanced at Ning Chi who was shrinking his head in warning, and then looked at Zhang Yu for a long time before looking back with a slight disappointment: "That's right, the Iron-faced Buddha has nothing to write home about. The protagonist in this book is too decisive and decisive.
Most of my works are like this, so I am going to go in the opposite direction and write about a monk who eats vegetarian food, observes the precepts, and does not kill anyone."
Zhang Yu was about to ask the protagonist who kept the command not to kill what was interesting, but the cell phone in his arms rang at that moment.
He was refreshed and hurriedly picked up the call. As soon as he answered the call, a look of joy and excitement flashed across his face. He nodded hurriedly to Mei Qian and Ning Chi and left quickly.
Ning Chi was a little confused, while Mei Qian silently began to pick up the melon seed peels all over the floor.
Although Zhang Yu only said a brief sentence when he answered the phone, and the voice was not loud, he could hear it clearly, and it was clearly: "Caught."
When Zhang Yu appeared again, with a smile on his face, he kept saying that he had something important to tell him, not caring that it was already midnight.
The key is that Mei Qian was getting ready to go to bed, so his tone was a bit unpleasant.
"I said, is there anything we can't talk about over the phone?"
You know, it's not easy for a writer to maintain good work and rest habits. He has only recently changed his night owl habit again. But looking at this guy, it seems that he can't finish the conversation in a short while.
Can this be tolerated?
However, the other person's next words made him feel sleepy instantly.
"The killer is caught."
It turned out that just this afternoon, Zhang Yu released false news that Mei Qian was about to return to the summer capital, and arranged for two policemen with similar statures to Mei Qian and Ning Chi to appear near the airport where an ambush had been prepared. They wore masks and sunglasses.
Successfully captured the two killers who followed.
Through surveillance comparison, one of them was the suspect who shot Old Man Bai in the hospital.
"It's a pity that they were just hired professional killers. They didn't know the person who installed the bomb at all, and they didn't know who the employer was. All of this needs further investigation. However, when the abandoned warehouse exploded, they were all hiding in an unused residence in the community.
There is surveillance in the country that can prove it. There is still no clue about the mysterious person who called you." Zhang Yu sighed with some regret: "It seems that my guess is correct, that person is trying to sell you something."
"In other words, I can return to the summer capital at any time?" Mei Qian raised an eyebrow.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Yu still refused to let go: "We need coordination."
"Why don't you get out of here?" Mei Qian cursed and saw off the guests warmly.
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I have to say that Zhang Yu is quite reliable.
He said he would stay for two more days, but he sent a notice early in the morning on the third day, and Mei Qian could finally leave.
The only bad thing is that this guy actually packed his bags and followed me like a bastard.
"No, your case will be dismissed?" Mei Qian turned back angrily.
"It just so happens that the captain wants me to go back. The rest can only be left to local colleagues." Zhang Yu, who was dressed in casual clothes, spread his hands with a smile: "Besides, with me by your side, I can also protect you."
Mei Qian looked at him for a long time, then snorted and said nothing more.
Zhang Yu's local colleagues made very thoughtful arrangements. Not only did they buy air tickets for them, they also drove them to the airport.
On the way to the airport, Mei Qian could still see police cars stationed at various intersections. The car they were traveling in was also intercepted when they turned onto the main road out of the city.
The policeman driving the car obviously knew this team of special police officers, but he still showed his ID. Even Mei Qian and the other three were not spared.
"There is no way, the dangerous elements have not been arrested. It is estimated that this situation will continue for some time." After the car restarted, the police officer driving explained to the three people, of course, mainly Mei Qian and Ning Chi.
On the road after that, at almost every intersection, you can see special police officers with guns conducting investigations.
This kind of atmosphere was undoubtedly something Mei Qian had never experienced before, and it also made him lose the relaxed mood he had when he just left the police station. Until he got out of the car and picked up his luggage, he was still frowning...