Xie Kezhi nodded: "I know."
He knew that Sun Rifeng was confused. Sun Rifeng tilted his head and asked:
"You know you dare to help me! Do you want to die, or do you think it's too boring to fix things?"
Xie Kezhi squeezed the notebook in his arms and said:
"For it, death is worth it."
it
Unexpectedly, Sun Rifeng looked at the notebook, and suddenly became interested in this broken notebook.
Xie Kezhi shook his head, and Sun Rifeng found that the shadow on his glasses had disappeared. As soon as the spectacle lenses were clear, Xie Kezhi's inexplicable feeling disappeared.
Xie Kezhiquan joked what he said before:
"Hey, there is nothing difficult in the world, I'm afraid of people with a heart. When I was determined to write a novel, it was not like the great writers who got high-profile attention.
What I get is a lot of irony and disapproval.
Because my education is low, my literary talent is not good, and the few drops of ink in my stomach can't contain a novel with exquisite words.
So everyone assumes that my novel must be boring and mediocre.
No, I never thought so. Although I don't have gorgeous rhetoric, and I don't have the kind of writing that people can read from the circumstance, but I have personal experience.
It's the kind of incredible, dreamlike, unexpected experience.
This kind of novel does not require writing, I only need to record my experience in easy-to-understand language to ensure that those who have read it..."
Xie Kezhi looked at Sun Rifeng blinking, and Sun Rifeng thought that he must be setting off the atmosphere.
Not to mention, what the nerd said just now was really attractive. No, Sun Rifeng has already begun to hold his breath, expecting him to say the unfinished sentence.
"How are the people who have seen it?" Sun Rifeng asked.
Xie Kezhi raised his middle finger, and Sun Rifeng still hid. Xie Kezhi said:
"People who have seen it... I suddenly couldn't find a word to describe it. Anyway, it feels very substituting and makes people want to keep looking down."
At this moment, Sun Rifeng's mood was like riding a roller coaster. He had just been on the top, and now he had fallen to the bottom.
Bai was nervous and expectant, and co-author Xie Kezhi's rendering paused for a long time. It was not for linking up and down, but for words!
cut!
Sun Rifeng stretched out his hand:
"Anyway, there are still a few hours to open the door. Show me your novel."
Sun Rifeng wanted to see it now, but Xie Kezhi refused to give it.
Xie Kezhi hugged the notebook tightly and said:
"I changed my mind. I wanted to show my novel when I saw people, but now I don't let anyone read it until it's finished."
"Why?" Sun Rifeng asked puzzled.
Xie Kezhi answered:
"Because of the new inspiration, I think adding these elements will make this novel fuller."
"Inspiration? Didn't you just say it was your personal experience? Now you have to rely on inspiration again?"
Xie Kezhi said:
"No, the added story will also be my personal experience, and then the novel will almost be over."
Sun Rifeng's mind was a little confused, he wasn't sure whether it was his poor thinking ability, or that Xie Kezhi's words had a logical problem.
Sun Rifeng shook his head awkwardly, Xie Kezhi explained:
"That's why I said I am willing to help you solve the case, even if you throw this burden on me, I am also willing."
Sun Rifeng conjecture:
"Do you want to include the process of solving the case?"
"Yes."
Sun Rifeng shook his head:
"It's crazy for you. There may be some twists and turns in the process of solving the case. If you make good use of it, it can indeed be a good inspiration.
But have you ever thought that you took the risk so desperately, only to find that the process of solving the case was unremarkable, not to mention that you have to take your life into it, is it worthwhile? "
Xie Kezhi said:
"You are very negative, you always think the result is bad.
You think it must be you who was dismembered and fed to the dog last, and then you searched for various ways to escape.
You never thought that if you really found the criminal who stole your bag, it wouldn't be you, but the criminal. "
Sun Rifeng snorted coldly:
"In that moment, my bag was gone.
The bag is on my thigh. Who can have such a fast hand, can quickly remove the bag from my lap, and make me unconscious.
The key is that the black lights went blind for a few seconds, and the bag disappeared as soon as the light turned on. I had no evidence at all, and I couldn't find it.
This is an unsettled case, even if there is Conan's head, nothing can be found without evidence. "
Xie Kezhi doesn't think so:
"You see that you are still treating it negatively, and you have concluded that it has no evidence and cannot be found out, which contributed to the ending of being dismembered and fed to the dog.
The geese leave traces, as long as the prisoner is human, there will always be traces left. "
"Then what if the prisoner is a ghost!"
"..."
Xie Kezhi narrowed his eyes and looked at Sun Rifeng. He was surprised that Sun Rifeng had said such words, so he choked for a while.
A frightening atmosphere was on Sun Rifeng's face, he said:
"Look, when most people hear me say this, they will sneer and say there are no ghosts in this world.
But your reaction just now seemed like I was right.
Hey, you came to this village earlier than me. To be honest, do you also think this village is very evil! "
Xie Kezhi licked his lips and said:
"No, I'm stunned because your words inspired me.
Let me join you, I will help you solve the case, and you will help me finish the novel. "
Perhaps Xie Kezhizhen has regarded the novel as the entirety of his life. He is desperate for it, so crazy that he wants to use his own life to achieve it.
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"Are you writing a ghost story? Or a suspense novel." Sun Rifeng asked.
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"what?!"
This answer surprised Sun Rifeng!
Sun Rifeng thought that Xie Kezhi is a wonderful work, and urban romance novels would go to remote mountain villages for inspiration.
According to Sun Rifeng, Xie Kezhi's writing is not about urban love, but urban ghosts!
This nerd, writing novels, has written all the magic.
Then Sun Rifeng saw that Xie Kezhi was wearing a watch, so he took the opportunity to change the subject and asked:
"Hey buddy, my mobile phone is out of power. Excuse me, can you see what time is it going to work?"
Xie Kezhi glanced at his wrist:
"There are still two hours until midnight."
"Oh, thank you."
After speaking, Sun Rifeng closed his mouth tightly. He finally took the opportunity to watch the topic before time stopped, but he didn't want to return to the state of conjecture that would drive people crazy.
Just stare at the sky for two hours in a daze. After two hours, when the door opens, Sun Rifeng will surely immerse himself in the arms of the sofa and have a good night's sleep.
This is nothing but the breakfast Rosie promised him tomorrow morning.
Sun Rifeng knows that both his thoughts and performance now make people feel very hopeless. But he was hungry and cold, and could only compromise for a breakfast. (End of this chapter)