sincerity of lies

On the white interface of WeChat, a line of words flashed out.

Ji Xun looked down, and there was a message from the eccentric and generous miser.

"The case is over, do you want to know the answer?"

"Do not want to."

His answer was crisp and neat, leaving no room for Huo Ranyin to continue, but even so, the words "typing" popped up in the upper left corner of the screen, showing that the person opposite seemed to have something to say.

Huo Ranyin did have something to say.

It has nothing to do with the case, it has to do with yourself.

After his secrets, the secrets of the homework, were fully revealed in front of Ji Xun, Ji Xun did give a sufficient response and attitude, but... not enough, still not enough.

Huo Ranyin wanted to ask for more things from Ji Xun. Besides, he had to correct one point in the conversation at that time.

Ji Xun said that he was the one who was affected by feelings—of course not.

He is always alert to himself, to separate public from private, and to separate emotion from desire. Only in this way can he think clearly, be orderly and obedient, and get the truly correct answer.

His fingers rubbed the screen of the phone, and his fingertips picked up the hidden keyboard of the phone repeatedly, and then hid it again and again. It seemed that in this way, Ji Xun's new words could be refreshed frequently, and Ji Xun's new words could be refreshed in time.

It's a pity that until this point the rest time was used up, and there was no more words.

After Ji Xun answered Huo Ranyin's words, he put the phone aside.

He raised his head, and there was someone unexpectedly sitting in the room where no one had ever visited.A middle-aged man wearing a gentleman's hat, holding a snuff bottle, and carrying a large messenger bag. Because he entered the room, the gentleman's hat was taken off and placed on the table, revealing his serious face and deep nose on both sides. Deep nasolabial folds.This is the face of a gentleman who looks like a judge or a lawyer, or a medieval gentleman who went back in time, and then the man smiled slightly, and said to Ji Xun:

"Teacher Ji."

In fact, he is an editor, and he is also the editor-in-chief of the magazine that Ji Xun provided.

These days, editors are also terrible at urging manuscripts, but this time, they have all come to the author's house in a dignified way.

Ji Xun thought about how to deal with it perfunctorily: "Actually, I have something a little bit lately."

Foss unhurriedly took out the local newspaper: "I know Teacher Ji is accumulating materials for a new book recently. Of course helping the police solve a case is a big deal, but writing a story is also a big deal."

Newspapers were spread out on the table, and Ji Xun took a look. He didn't know which tabloid reporter took a photo when they collectively searched the mountain. His profile was also photographed, so that when it was published, he was immediately recognized by the editorial department.

It doesn’t matter if he is recognized. After all, Ji Xun didn’t take deposits to drag people’s manuscripts. He has always been a Buddhist writer, and he only collects money after handing in the complete manuscript, so he procrastinated with confidence: “I’m not too short of money recently…”

“Writing stories saves lives,” Foss said.

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"It can save the mentally exhausted, it can save puzzle lovers, and it can save thousands of your book fans who are looking forward to it."

After all, as if to testify, he opened his big leather bag and took out a thick stack of letters, as well as various gifts that came with the letters.These are all sent to the publishing house by the book fans, and the publishing house is asked to pass them on to the author.

Ji Xun was silent for a while, mainly because he was shocked by the hill-like letter in front of him: "6102, still sending a letter to the publishing house?"

Foss replied seriously: "No way, readers who like reasoning are always nostalgic. In addition, Mr. Ji, I have an important matter to discuss with you today. The 'Xing Yishan Foundation' recently gave our publishing house I have paid a sum of money, and I hope that our publishing house will use this money to hold a national book signing tour or a book friend symposium for you, do you think you have time recently?"

A case is finally over, and the criminal police detachment is rare to get off work on time.

When Huo Ranyin left the police station on his way home, he turned on his phone and looked at WeChat. It had been three hours since he sent the message in the afternoon, and there was still only that sentence on the chat interface between him and Ji Xun.

The night was already falling, and there was a huge torrent of vehicles on both sides, and the flashing red lights ahead were counting the seconds.

His fingers tapped lightly on the steering wheel.

one two Three……

Counting the red lights, counting the heartbeat, counting the thoughts.

Counting and counting, until the red light in front of him turned green, the surrounding vehicles started slowly, and he followed suit, moving forward along the road, but turned the steering wheel at the next intersection, ignoring the nearby residence, changed direction, and headed towards Ji Ask home to drive.

I have been here a few times, Huo Ran entered the community because he knew the way, and looked up at Ji Xun's house. There were lights and people were there.

He took the elevator upstairs, knocked on the door slowly, and was already thinking about Ji Xun's surprised expression when he saw himself suddenly appearing... Maybe not, maybe Ji Xun already guessed what he wanted Come on, maybe Ji Xun's cold reply in the afternoon was just to motivate himself to come to the door?

It doesn't matter.

Regardless of the motive and purpose, when they actually meet, it will never be like they were in the cemetery.It must be me who is in charge of the conversation this time.

Huo Ranyin thought again.

The door opened in response to the sound, and he opened his mouth, but the word "Ji Xun" stuck in his throat. Standing behind the door was an unknown middle-aged man smoking a big pipe.He didn't speak, the middle-aged man looked him in the eyes, but quickly said: "Is it Police Officer Huo? Let me introduce myself, I am Foss, the editor-in-chief of Mingxing Publishing House. In the afternoon, Mr. Ji told me that you might come , please come in."

Should.

It can be regarded as someone came to urge him to write the manuscript.

Huo Ranyin unexpectedly came up with this kind of thought for a moment, he followed Foss into the door, first glanced at the table in the living room, and saw a pile of documents on it, with a gentleman's hat on top of the documents, and a black postman's bag next to it .Neither of these two things belonged to Ji Xun. Obviously, this was Fox's temporary office, and the other party was dealing with something here.

He didn't see Ji Xun's shadow in the living room, so he turned his eyes and moved to the closed study door.

"Come in." Ji Xun's voice came from inside, separated by a door panel, it sounded a bit distorted.

He opened the door and went in. It was getting late, the curtains were drawn, and the lights in the room were not turned on. Only the computer was on. The glowing white light cast a layer of light on the person sitting cross-legged on the computer chair, and there was a little left, It draws a layer of hazy blue in the dark room.

Ji Xun didn't ask Huo Ranyin why he came here, what's the matter?

"Is there a case?"

"No." Huo Ranyin closed the door, "Why, are you looking forward to a case?"

"I don't think so. Otherwise you shouldn't have come so early."

"You think I will definitely come today?" Huo Ranyin spoke provocatively.

"It's not important if you don't make it, but I can go to your place later." Ji Xun replied.

It was obviously a business-like sentence, but the burrs in Huo Ran's heart softened and disappeared.He looked at Ji Xun again, and took advantage of the opportunity to glance at Ji Xun's screen.

From the time he came in to the present, in 2 minutes, a blank page of the Word document has been written, at least six or seven hundred words. Since he can write so many words in such a short period of time, why is the next chapter of "Poisonous Fruit" written? Long time no see ben?

Huo Ran silently recalled Ji Xun's recent whereabouts for half a day, and reluctantly admitted:

I'm afraid I have to pay some less important responsibilities for Ji Xun's draft manuscript...

He turned his eyes away, feeling a little lost for a moment, and turned on the light switch casually. The light flickered, brightening the room, and then his eyes fell on Ji Xun's bookshelf.When I came here, I thought about talking about my affairs with Ji Xun, but Ji Xun is working hard, forget it, let's find time next time...

"No case is just right." Ji Xun had no objection to Huo Ranyin turning on the lights without authorization, and continued, "I'm going to go on a signing tour, ten cities will be completed in one year, and Foss asked me about the first city in the afternoon. Where is it, I said Qinshi."

He turned his head, Ji Xun's eyes were still fixed on the screen, his sitting posture was still casual, and he even straightened his back meaninglessly.

But those black eyes reflected the light.

Qin City.Huo Ranyin chewed on the name.my hometown.

During the day, the promise that Ji Xun said suddenly echoed in his mind again, stripping away the unreal feeling of illusory suspension, like a heavy stone that weighed on his heart, floating out and letting go.

It was a contract in the daytime, but now it is a promise.

A contract without action is just a piece of paper. Only when the contract is fulfilled can one feel at ease, relax, and be overwhelmed by the thick belated surprise, anticipation and excitement.

With a "snap", the lights went out again.

Even if most of his energy was involved in the creation, Ji Xun couldn't help complaining: "Don't turn on and off for a while, my home appliance light is calling you? You are so flashing that I can't see the screen."

As a result, before he finished complaining, his computer chair was pulled back.

Ji Xun, whose feet were still on the chair, had no ability to resist. He was easily taken away from the computer, and then hit the window sill with the chair. Now Ji Xun said angrily, "Huo Ranyin—"

Huo Ranyin bent down, bit his lip, and wrapped his tongue around him.

The electric light did not recruit me, you recruited me.

Huo Ranyin was thinking in his heart, at this moment he suddenly realized that his heart was like a taut string, the string had been prepared for too long, when it clanked, it must be like a storm; The volcano that has been suppressed for a long time, when the volcano erupts, the hot magma evaporates the blood, melts the flesh, and scalds the bones.

He kissed, kissed, and took the complete initiative at first, until when he was taking a breath, he heard Ji Xun whisper in his ear:

"There are people outside."

"Scared?"

"I'm afraid." Ji Xun said, "I'm afraid it will be inconvenient."

Ji Xun's voice seemed to have a hook, and Huo Ranyin's nerves, which had been sinking, were re-alerted.

After this sentence, Huo Ranyin was pressed against the window, Ji Xun was like a cheetah, it only took a moment for him to go from laziness to hunting. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the dark green curtains raised, and the curtains were drawn in the darkness Flashing like a bat's wings, he was completely surrounded by darkness, and his heart was burning with flames.

He seemed to be standing at the bottom of the cliff, a rope fell from the sky, he climbed up along the rope, and saw Ji Xun's face protruding from the edge of the cliff.Ji Xun held the rope in his hand.

This moment, this moment.

You don't know if he's going to pull you up or push you down.

So I can't wait to use the rest of my life as fuel, and I want to catch people at this moment.