Chapter 220 219. You are such a good person

  In a cheap restaurant near Drizzt's detective agency.

  The positioning of these restaurants is actually a bit embarrassing, because the real poor, those who earn only enough money to feed themselves, will not come to the restaurant for consumption.

  And rich people look down on restaurants of this kind.

  Only like Drizzt, a small number of people between the rich and the poor will come to such restaurants to solve their stomach problems.

  It feels like a person standing drinking while wearing a long gown.

   "The taste is okay."

In front of Lu Yi was a big bowl of Yangchun noodles, with very few meat foam and a little oil, so it cost ten dollars. According to Drizzt, an ordinary rickshaw driver can pull a full day. Earning fifty yuan is indeed unaffordable.

"Really tasty!"

  Xia had the same noodles in front of her. She ate faster. Lu Zie had just settled for a little while, and she drank even the soup.

   "Mr. Drizzt, you are such a good person."

  Xia thanked each other seriously.

"so far so good."

   Drizzt hacked, he moved a little bit to cover the price list of the restaurant, and then quietly put the menu on the next table and hid it.

  Intuitively tell Drizzt, it’s better not to tell them that this is the cheapest thing here.

  "Wait a minute, I'm a little curious, these noodles are made of wheat."

  Lu Yi was sucking the noodles, and suddenly there was a bug with PTSD.

"if not?"

  Drizzt has no idea.

   "Even if it is a bug, but it is so delicious, it shouldn't matter."

  Xia said from the side.

   "Bug?"

  Drizzt looked at the girl next to her, and felt that she was having a hard time.

  After eating the noodles, Lu Jie felt very satisfied. He was a contented and happy person.

  "Shall we go to the publishing house first?"

   Drizzt asked again.

"no problem!"

   Publishing House is also on the fourth ring, on the other side of the city.

"This is also the Fourth Ring Road, and there are differences between different areas. I live in the middle of the Fourth Ring Road. The east side of the Fourth Ring Road is considered the worst. The headquarters of a gang is there, and the publishing house is located there. The best in the fourth ring."

   Drizzt explained.

  "Then why isn't the publishing house directly located in the wealthy area of ​​Third Ring Road?"

  Xia asked curiously.

  "Because the people in publishing houses are not all rich people, like those responsible for distributing newspapers, as well as cleaning and printing, they are all ordinary people, and some of the editors are born out of Sihuan, mainly for work."

   Drizzt said naturally.

   "What about the servants of those rich people?"

  Lu Yi asked curiously.

"They all live in rich people's homes, and they rarely go home once a year. Hehe, to be honest, some servants already think that they are inside the third ring and look down on people who live outside, but who knows, if these people are If you make a mistake, you may be directly interrupted and thrown into the wilderness to feed the monsters."

   Drizzt sighed.

The gap between the rich and the poor in the abandoned city has a distinct sense of hierarchy, which is present in all classes, but each class is extremely fixed, and there are few cases of class leaping. After all, people living in the tenth ring cannot even read books and do not know words. , It is impossible to start from scratch.

  The three came to the publishing house soon.

  This building is already considered magnificent on the Fourth Ring Road, but there are not many people coming and going. Drizzt walked into the lobby and saw the woman wearing a cheongsam at the front desk reading the newspaper, and he said hello.

   "I'm looking for money to edit."

  "Have you made an appointment before?"

  The woman had obviously seen Drizzt before, her tone was a bit arrogant, her eyes only stayed on Drizzt for a moment, then paused on Xia's face for a second, and finally landed on Lu Zan's face.

   "Ahem, let me contact the editor Qian for you."

  She picked up the phone, turned the roulette, and called upstairs.

  After a while, the front desk smiled.

  "Go upstairs, please. The editorial office is on the third floor."

  At the end, she took another look at Lu Zie. There was a feeling that a dog that had been hungry for several days saw flesh and bones. Lu Zie felt that a "dangerous" word might appear on her head.

  Take the stairs to the third floor, it seems a bit noisy here.

  All kinds of magazines, books, newspapers are piled up, everyone's desk is full, obscuring the view.

  I walked all the way, only to see the editors flipping through the magazines in their hands, not as if they were working.

   "Old money."

  Drizzt came to a table and knocked on the table.

  The editor who was reading the novel raised his head, his eyes still in a trance.

   "Old Cui, what, do you agree to do me this favor?"

  He stood up and put down the book in his hand. Lu Jie saw that it was a novel called "The Village of the Rat Man", which was also a work of the ancient capital.

  The editor is of medium build and looks a little greasy with glasses.

   "Yes, my assistants and I are ready to take on your commission and look for that one."

  Drizzt is not slow or slow.

   "Shhh, come with me."

  Editor Qian brought three people to a small meeting room, which seemed to be a place for the editor and the author to communicate. He went out and took some documents back, closed the door, confirmed it, and then spoke.

  "This matter is very important to us. Old Cui, Gudu’s new books will definitely be a big seller. This can bring our publishing house's income to a higher level, but why did he disappear?"

  Money editor said annoyedly.

"I know that he often messes with some women, and I know that this will definitely go wrong, but why did you pick it at this time, alas, old Cui, you must help me, help the publisher, as long as you can find the rest The manuscript, it doesn't matter if the ancient capital lacks arms or legs, it doesn't matter if he is dead, as long as he can get the rest of the manuscript back."

  Xiya frowned slightly and asked.

   "You don't care about his life and death, as long as the remaining novel manuscripts?"

   "No, no, no, of course I care. If he hasn't finished writing the novel, I have to let him come back to life even if he died. I care about him."

  Qian editor's expression is inexplicably hideous.

  Drizzt winked, and did not let Xia continue to struggle with this question, but asked.

   "Old Qian, can you show us the manuscript of the novel? After all, this involves his disappearance, so I think there may be clues in the content of his manuscript."

  Hearing what Drizzt said, Editor Qian suddenly became alert, for fear that these three were spies from other publishing houses, and wanted to come over and spy on the secrets of the new work of the ancient capital.

You know, novels, especially horror novels, are actually a creative thing in many cases. If creativity is taken away first, then the story will lose its freshness, and the most powerful thing in ancient capitals is creativity. Every time I can think of a unique story.

  He gave Drizzt a deep look before uttering words slowly.

   "Wait for me."

  He went out again and took back a stack of manuscript paper.

  "Can only be read here."

  Qian editor said.

  The three people took the manuscript paper, and Lu Zin immediately saw that the name of the unfinished novel was "Mouth of the Madman".

  The story begins with the disappearance of a novelist.

  (End of this chapter)