I Forged the Myth of the Old Ones

Shia added.

"really."

Drizzt nodded.

"Now it seems that maybe the publishing house came to me and was also secretly affected by the quiet place."

His current career development task is to solve a mystery case with wide-ranging influence. When he was still selecting a case, he encountered an invitation from Lu Jian. Thinking of the case in the ancient capital, Drizzt immediately realized that maybe this is his career. Cases needed for development tasks.

Drizzt was originally just an ordinary down-and-out policeman. After he was expelled from the police force because of a mistake, he was favored by the Quiet Place and became a god-chosen one. His chosen profession was detective.

Along the way, the career development task is to crack a few cases, open a detective agency and so on. Although it can be regarded as punishing evil and promoting good in a certain sense, Drizzt is facing more and more difficult The Quiet Place I still have some fear of the mission and my dwindling sanity.

"Here is the information given to me by the publishing house, and the key to the residence in the ancient capital. I want to check it when you arrive."

He shook the key of the file bag and took out the file.

It can be seen from the documents that Gudu's mother was a female textile worker who used to work in a rich family's family. Later, she was driven out by the young master who slept with her, but she was pregnant with him at that time. Yao, no heirs were left behind, and the family took Gudu and his mother back, and raised them as a concubine.

Gu Du's mother died before he became an adult. He started writing short stories when he was a teenager, and became famous when he was 20 years old. His family gradually became proud of him, but Gu Du never went back.

"Bastards, this kind of situation is very common in Bao. These illegitimate children who are lucky will be helped and live a fairly normal life. Those who are unlucky will never be found again, and they will eventually die somewhere."

Drizzt said with emotion.

"The house in the ancient capital is in the wealthy area, within the third ring road of the ancient capital, we can go there now."

The abandoned capital presents a circular structure, with a total of ten rings. The outermost layer is the poorest, and the deeper you go, the richer you get. Once you reach the fourth ring, you can already be called a rich man. Drizzt’s detective agency is in Fifth Ring Road, here is the junction of the rich and the poor, where you can see both the rich and ordinary people.

The further outside the area, the more chaotic the law and order, the gangsters firmly controlled that area, and the Fifth Ring Road was already the farthest area that the police could radiate.

"In addition, the disappearance of the ancient capital is currently unknown to outsiders, but some people, mainly his lovers, have already noticed that the publisher is looking for me this time mainly because the new work of the ancient capital has already given a part of the beginning. manuscripts, so they are actually looking for manuscripts left over from the ancient capital.”

Drizzt said another word.

"Is that the crowning masterpiece in the mission statement? Have you seen it?"

Shia asked.

"Of course I haven't read it. The publisher said that if I am determined to accept the investigation, they will show me the manuscript to find clues. I am going to reply to them today."

Drizzt put down the file bag and looked at the two of them.

"How about it, should we go to the publishing house first, or go to the home in the ancient capital?"

"Let's not mention these two, can we have a meal, I'm a little hungry."

Lu Jian put down the orange cat, and the ravaged little cat immediately let out a cry and went somewhere.

Ask for a recommendation ticket, a monthly ticket!

===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 barely enough money to eat, will not come to restaurants for consumption.

And rich people look down on restaurants of this class.

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

It has the feeling of a person standing and drinking while wearing a long gown.

"It tastes okay."

In front of Lu Jian was a large bowl of Yangchun noodles, with only very little minced meat and a little bit of oil in it, so it cost ten yuan. According to Drizzt, an ordinary rickshaw puller can pull a whole day. Earning 50 yuan is indeed unaffordable.

"Really delicious!"

The same noodles were in front of Shia, she ate faster, Lu Yi had only just finished a half, and she even finished the soup.

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

Shia thanked the other party earnestly.

"so far so good."

Drizzt laughed, he moved his body a little, covering the restaurant's price list, and then quietly put the menu on the next table to hide it.

Intuition told Drizzt that it would be better not to tell them it was the cheapest thing here.

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

Lu Jian sucked the noodles, and suddenly felt a bit of bug ptsd.

"if not?"

Drizzt didn't know why.

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

Shia said from the side.

"insect?"

Drizzt looked at the girl beside him, and felt that she seemed to be having a hard time.

After eating the noodles, Lu Yi felt very satisfied, he is a contented person.

"Shall we go to the publishing house first?"

Drizzt asked again.

"no problem!"

The publishing house is also on the Fourth Ring Road, on the other side of the city.

"This is also the Fourth Ring Road, and there are differences between different areas. The place where I live is considered medium in the Fourth Ring Road, and the east side of the Fourth Ring Road is considered the worst. There is a gangster headquarters there, and the location of the publishing house is The best of the four rings."

Drizzt explained.

"Then why isn't the publishing house directly located in the wealthy area on the third ring road?"

Shia asked curiously.

"Because not all the people in the publishing house are rich. Those responsible for distributing newspapers, cleaning, and printing are all ordinary people. Some of the editors are from outside the Fourth Ring Road, mainly for work."

Drizzt said naturally.

"What about the servants in those rich people's homes?"

Lu Jian asked curiously.

"They all live in rich people's homes, and they seldom go home once a year. To be honest, some servants already feel that they are people in the third ring and look down on people who live outside. But who knows, if these people If you make a mistake, you might get your legs broken and thrown into the wilderness to feed those monsters."

Drizzt sighed.

The disparity between the rich and the poor in the abandoned capital has a clear sense of hierarchy. There are different classes, but each class is extremely fixed, and there are very few things that cross classes. , It is impossible to start from nothing.

The three soon came to the publishing house.

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

"I'm here to find money to edit."

"Have you made an appointment before?"

The woman had obviously met Drizzt before, her tone was a bit haughty, her eyes only stayed on Drizzt for a moment, then paused on Shia's face for a second, and finally landed on Lu Jian's face.

"Ahem, let me contact Editor Qian for you."

She picked up the phone, spun the wheel, and called upstairs.

After a while, the front desk smiled.

"Please go upstairs, the editorial office is on the third floor."

At the end, she took another look at Lu Trim, feeling like a dog that had been hungry for several days saw meat and bones, and Lu Trim felt that the word "Danger" might appear on his head.

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

All kinds of magazines, books, and newspapers piled up, and everyone's desk was full, blocking the view.

But walking all the way, I only saw those editors flipping through pornographic magazines in their hands, they didn't look like they were working.

"Old money."

Drizzt came to a table and knocked on it.

The editor who was reading the novel raised his head, his eyes still a little dazed.

"Old Cui, why, you agreed to do me this favor?"

He stood up and put down the book in his hand. Lu Jian saw that it was a novel called "Village of Rat People", which was also written by Gudu.

The editor is of medium build, wears glasses and looks greasy.

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

Drizzt took his time.

"Shh, you come with me."

Editor Qian led the three of them to a small conference room, which seemed to be the place where editors and authors usually communicate. He went out to get some documents and came back, closed the door, checked for confirmation, and then spoke.

"This matter is very important to us, Old Cui, the new book in the ancient capital will definitely sell well, which will increase the income of our publishing house as a whole, but why did he disappear..."

Editor Qian said in annoyance.

"I know that he often hangs out with some women, and I know that something will definitely happen, but why did he choose this time, alas, Lao Cui, you must help me, help the publishing house, as long as you can find the remaining For the manuscript, it doesn’t matter even if the ancient capital lacks arms and legs, even if he dies, as long as the remaining manuscript can be retrieved.”

Shia frowned slightly and asked.

"You don't care about his own life, you only want the remaining manuscripts of the novel?"

"No, no, of course I care. If he hasn't finished his novel, even if he dies, I have to bring him back to life. I do care about him."

Editor Qian's expression was inexplicably grim.

Drizzt winked, and didn't let Shia continue to dwell on this question, but asked.

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

Hearing Drizzt's words, Editor Qian suddenly became vigilant, for fear that these three people were spies from other publishing houses and wanted to come over to spy on the secrets of Gudu's new works.