Mo Yang

On September 9th, the National Public Security Economic Special Operations Agency uncovered major criminal cases, destroyed a large criminal gang code-named "Lu", solved a series of cases of theft, smuggling, drug trafficking, murder, fraud, and reselling cultural relics. The leader Qin and many cadres in the gang were arrested and brought to justice.The Ministry of Public Security called this thunderous attack "Operation 14".

Four months later.

After the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the Spring Festival will be completely over.

Qiao Yang bid farewell to his parents and returned to the former Moyang stronghold on the second floor of the Blue Wave Bay Milk Tea Shop.He tidied up his hygiene, opened the recruitment website, and continued to look for a job.

After sending out several resumes, the mobile phone rang, an unfamiliar number.

Qiao Yang picked it up and heard Yang Tianhe's voice: "Hello, it's me."

"Yang Tianhe?" Qiao Yang walked to the window with his mobile phone, "Why did you call suddenly? Is there any news about Han Mo?"

Ever since Han Mo was taken away by Yang Tianhe in the hidden gold cave on Tunri Mountain, Qiao Yang has never heard from him again.He didn't have Yang Tianhe's contact information, so he ran to the office area of ​​the Economic Special Operations Agency to find it, but there was a tight guard and he couldn't get in.He had no choice but to watch government websites and news portals to search for news of the interrogation of Han Mo and the trial of Han Mo, but unfortunately found nothing.

It wasn't until before the Spring Festival that Yang Tianhe suddenly appeared at the door of Qiao Yang's parents' house and told him: "The above is discussing how to deal with Han Mo's matter. His injury has healed. Don't worry. I will let you know if there is any progress." .”

Now, things have progressed.

"The situation is more complicated, why don't you come to the Economic Special Operations Agency." Yang Tianhe said.

Qiao Yang agreed without hesitation: "Okay."

He put on his coat and went out, zipped up to his chest, and the hourglass pendant hanging around his neck loomed.

Ten minutes later, Qiao Yang got off the subway and walked to the building of the General Administration of Economic Special Operations.Yang Tianhe, who was carrying a briefcase, was waiting for him downstairs, took him to register at the guard, and led him into the gate.

After taking two steps, Qiao Yang couldn't wait to ask: "What's going on? Han Mo was sentenced? What crime? How many years? Did the judge reduce the sentence as appropriate? Where is he serving his sentence?"

"Ah, the familiar Qiao Yang, the familiar Lianzhu Cannon... I really can't handle it." Yang Tianhe sighed with a familiar southern accent, with a helpless smile on the handsome face unique to mixed race.

Qiao Yang felt a little resentful.

Yang Tianhe shrugged, and instead of answering Qiao Yang's question immediately, he took him up the elevator to the seventh floor.

They walked through the crowded corridor and came to a white door at the end of the corridor. Yang Tianhe pushed the door open and shook his head at Qiao Yang: "Go in, there are answers to all your questions."

Qiao Yang frowned in confusion, and stepped into the room.

What came into view was a hall with huge floor-to-ceiling windows facing the street. The morning sun was shining through the glass, and everything in the hall shone brightly.

In the middle is a table, on which are computers, scanners, printers and other office equipment.There is a TV not far from the table, and the cabinet next to the TV is full of things that seem to be game consoles and handles.A coffee table is placed opposite the TV, surrounded by a circle of beanbags, and between the beanbags are tall and narrow bookshelves filled with various books.There is a table behind the sofa, and there are various chess and card supplies on the table.

Qiao Yang stopped and held his breath.

He first looked at the girl with twin ponytails sitting in front of the computer and watching a video with headphones, then at the man with glasses who was having a good time playing chess with him, and finally at a certain phoenix-eyed man curled up on the sofa lazily flipping through books youth!

Sensing someone entering, the three of them paused their activities and looked over together: "Here we come, Little Sun."

Qiao Yang couldn't control his shortness of breath, and his hands and feet were sweating.

"Are you going to cry again?" Tutu spoke venomously as always.

"I won't cry." The professor looked down at the chessboard in disappointment.

Han Mo didn't say anything, and hooked his fingers at Qiao Yang with a smile in his eyes.

Qiao Yang seemed to be hooked, and he swayed to Han Mo and sat down next to him.

Han Mo smiled like a satiated fox, and patted Qiao Yang's head like a dog: "Give me a few minutes to organize the language?"

"No, I've written a draft for a long time." Qiao Yang finally grew up, and quickly recovered his status. He asked, "Why are you here? You don't have to serve prison time?"

"Serving a sentence." Han Mo unceremoniously put his right leg on Qiao Yang's leg, pulled his trouser leg, revealing the black anklet on his ankle: "Here, locate and track the anklet, as a consultant to assist the Economic Special Operations Agency Solve the case."

Qiao Yang touched this high-tech technology that he had only seen on TV before, and said with emotion: "It's so easy to do crime and meritorious deeds? Helping an informant lead the way for the Economic Special Operations Agency will reduce the sentence to this extent?"

"Haha, how is it possible?" Han Mo leaned back and pinched Qiao Yang's ears childishly, "Use your brain!"

Qiao Yang stared at Han Mo's smiling face, his eyes straightened, and after a long while, he drove out with thoughts of "You smile so beautifully!" I started to think about the problem, and after a while, the answer surfaced.

"Ah!" Qiao Yang suddenly said, "Since you knew from the beginning that Lao Qin was plotting something wrong, you must have contacted the police from the beginning... You met Yang Tianhe on the way home, and he treated you right then. I introduced myself! Three years ago, since three years ago, you have been cooperating with Yang Tianhe and the Economic Special Operations Agency!"

Han Mo playfully imitated the sound effect of the variety show: "Ding Dong! Add ten points!"

"Oh my god..." Qiao Yang shook his head in admiration, "You and Yang Tianhe have been working together since three years ago, this is a scam that you two did together. No wonder Mo Yang has not been arrested for his frequent actions in the past three years. Yang Tianhe deliberately didn't catch him! In this shocking scam, the Economic Special Operations Agency is the fisherman, you are the bait, and the criminal Lao Qin is the fish!"

"Well, smart."

"I thought I would finally become a chess player in the last game, but unexpectedly I was still a pawn." Qiao Yang became concerned inexplicably, pouted angrily, and asked Han Mo, "Am I the last one to know?"

"The three of you only found out today." Han Mo said, "My cooperation with the Economic Special Operations Agency is a top secret, and no one knows about it except me, Yang Tianhe, and Yang Tianhe's superiors. Old Qin came to me three years ago , offered to avenge me, and I told him to think about it. Probably to avoid my suspicion, he didn't monitor me at that time. I secretly pulled out Lao Qin's hair, and put it in the box according to my grandfather's arrangement , contacted Yang Tianhe and confessed all the plans..."

"So I'm the last one to know." Qiao Yang muttered, and asked again: "Since you are cooperating with the police in everything, why do you have to wear this?" He tapped on Han Mo's anklet.

Han Mo proudly raised his chin: "I'm a dangerous person who framed the leader of a criminal gang!"

Qiao Yang felt itchy when he saw him like this, and stretched out his hand to pick his chin: "Yes, you have a particularly dangerous face. By the way," he thought of a more interesting question, "You went to the There is a gold cave, have you opened the box to see the gold?"

"How can there be any gold?" Han Mo squeezed his ears, "1305 million taels, about tens of tons in volume, even my grandpa couldn't transfer it without anyone noticing, as early as those four people went abroad It was handed over to the country by my grandfather at the beginning. The hidden gold cave in Tunri Mountain is so large, I also know that the government must have come forward to help my grandfather complete the project. Whether it is the four enemies of my grandfather or Lao Qin, they all put My grandpa is deified, thinking that he can do everything. But this matter is like my safe house in the Lost City. If you break the superstition, you can see the truth. If you can’t do it, you can’t do it. After all, no one can do it alone to save the world.”

Qiao Yang nodded in agreement, stretched out his hand to play with the sun pendant on the Korean ink bracelet for a while, and then asked a new question: "So, that's it? The meeting today is for you to meet the three of us. Can you explain the following question clearly?"

"Not only." Han Mo withdrew his legs, sat upright, and looked at Qiao Yang with a serious expression, "Qiao Yang."

"Huh?" Qiao Yang straightened his back unconsciously, his heart beating faster and his ears burning.

"I heard you are still looking for a job?"

"Huh?" Qiao Yang blinked.

Han Mo blinked back, and the phoenix eyes were as charming as winking: "Old classmate, I am currently working in the crime advisory group of the National Public Security Economic Special Operations Agency. I am the team leader and the code name is Mohu. Our team At present, there are two other people besides me. One is Tu Xiang, a beautiful girl with a super memory, code-named Tutu; My handsome boy, are you interested in joining us?"

Qiao Yang smiled, with high spirits: "It's an honor. By the way, I also have my own code name: Little Sun."

The two of them smiled at each other and held each other's hands.

Tutu and the professor looked over at some point, and applauded accordingly.

Yang Tianhe, who had been leaning outside the door listening to the movement, showed a clear smile at this moment. He stood up straight, took out the door card card he had prepared earlier from his briefcase, and hung it on the white door behind him: "Criminal Advisory Team- Moyang Group"

In this regard, the Moyang Group of the Crime Advisory Group of the Liguo Public Security Economic Special Operations Department was formally established.

The black sun always radiates light, pointing out the direction for everyone.

Come back, don't forget the way home.

==End of text==

The author has something to say: The episode will be updated on June 6!The side story is an emotional drama that is not in the physical book... No way, it is too strict now, and I dare not mention anything in the main text orz

Thanks to the readers who followed here, little angel, be more careful!

The following is the postscript of my physical book, you don’t need to read it~ Just remember to eat candy on Children’s Day, okay!

postscript

At this point, the story of "Mo Yang" comes to an end.Thank you to everyone who reads this book, really, truly.

Before talking about other thoughts, I would like to thank the two editors in charge of this book: Fuchu and Douzi.Without their encouragement and assistance, I am afraid this book would not have come out.

... After all, there were several times when I really felt that I couldn't write any more.

Leaving aside my various miraculous experiences during the completion of this book (frequent moving, tricks and lost manuscripts), I only talk about creating this story itself, which is also an extraordinary experience for me.

Writing a story similar to "Mo Yang" has been in my mind for a long time.When I was in the second or third year of junior high school, I watched the famous British drama "Hustle" (Chinese translation: Flying Thieves) for the first time, and I was immediately fascinated by the ingenious and interesting deceptions and liars with different personalities.In this TV series, highly skilled liars use deception to control evil, and they act chivalrously without losing their cunning qualities.

I watch this TV series over and over again, and a little flame of ambition is ignited in my heart: I also want to write funny liar stories, which are closer to my life, and of course have my theme!Think about it, think about it...

Thinking about it, ten years have passed.

Consciously or unintentionally, I collected reports of various deceptions and watched various related movies, but I never really planned to start writing. Until one day, a friend of mine was tricked into an MLM organization, returned safely after three months, and shared with me Her experience in an MLM organization.

I noticed that when she talked about people or things in the MLM organization, the emotions she expressed were not so much anger as lamentation.

Like me and the most likely readers of this book, she is a girl from an urban family with no worries about food and clothing. In that network marketing organization, she was called "Miss Qianjin" by other "family members" because in her It seems that many things that are taken for granted are luxury in the eyes of others, and many things that she considers to be common sense are news in the eyes of others.

In 2012, the MLM organization used the gimmick of earning 2 million in two years to fool the young people who were cheated to stay.

My friend thought it was funny, because at that time, 200 million yuan would not be able to buy any good houses in Beijing, so it was not really a sudden wealth.But look at other people, those young people from rural areas, they often have sick elders and younger siblings to take care of, the number of 200 million makes their eyes shine.While chatting, they hoped to figure out how many houses they could build back in the countryside, which families they would buy gifts for, and which cities they would go to to broaden their horizons...

For 200 million, they can happily call relatives, friends, classmates and colleagues without any guilt, and trick them into completely unfamiliar cities to become their "family members."

"They are all hateful people, but they are all pitiful." My friend said to me, "When I was first deceived, I thought that I should stay and be more cold-blooded, heartless, and more innocent than them all." Superb liar, I want everyone who lied to me to pay!"

Of course she didn't.But her words catalyzed my desire to turn the ideas in my head into words.

Then another two or three years passed... yes, this is the daily life of a writer who procrastinates with terminal cancer... I finally decided what I wanted to write.

I want to write about a group of liars who punish evil and promote good, but they don't simply use deception to suppress evil.What they do is not only to bring justice to the victims, they are black suns belonging to the dark world. The road to return to the bright world, redeem sins and start afresh.

But to write about these liars, I have to consider what their justice is?The so-called using deception to punish evil and promote good, how to define good and how to define evil?Is procedural justice a necessary and sufficient condition for justice?Do individuals have the right to judge others and impose sanctions?

These are the things I want to discuss with readers in this book...

As a result, everyone read it, but they probably didn’t feel it at all.

And this is also the reason why I read and write several times: I think too much, but I can’t express it; I don’t want to turn everything into a boring lecture or a presentation of personal ideas, but only through stories, I’m not sure I can convey it accurately My own opinion.

In addition to the conflict between the theme and writing power, another difficulty I encountered was the limitation of IQ.

Before I started writing, I only thought about how cool it is that "every character has an online IQ and hidden skills". When I started writing, I realized how difficult it is to write so many characters with an online IQ at the same time...

Needless to say how good Han Mo and Yang Tianhe are, even Qiao Yang, who seems to have "the lower limit of IQ in this work", actually has above-average brainpower.

But I'm just an ordinary person with average IQ, which is very embarrassing.

To be honest, there is a simple solution to this kind of problem: turn down the IQ of the villain, and use the villain to highlight how smart the protagonists are.

But when I read books, I really didn't like this kind of unchallenged villain, so I stubbornly controlled the villain's IQ to a certain level, and repeatedly made things difficult for myself.

Well, having said so much about the difficulties, no matter what, I have finished the book "Mo Yang".

In this book, I share with you big and small scams and all kinds of "bad guys".Personally, Han Mo and Qiao Yang are the characters I have drawn the most, and they are also my two favorite characters.

In addition to them, the story lines of Tutu, the professor, and Lao Qin also caused me a lot of headaches. I tried to make each of them have a unique story and a unique character formed by a unique story.

I don't know which character you like the most?

The book "Mo Yang" is my first physical publication. In view of my lack of experience and limited level, there must be many unsatisfactory places, such as some plots are not exciting enough, the characters are not three-dimensional enough, and the vocabulary is not rich enough. Wait, I hope everyone will be happy.

How should I put it, I hope that readers can have fun reading this book, find their favorite characters in this book, gain some strength from the stories in this book, find their own justice, and stick to their own justice.

I hope everyone can find a mo fox who appreciates all their ideas, and I hope everyone has a little sun who can guide them never to get lost.

Sincerely wish you all.

Thanks again for reading.

Feng Xiaotie