"I said it when I walked in. I'm here to ask you for help this time, so it's up to you whether you can help me or not." Huo Mingzhi replied.
"Then you go back." Ji Lang turned on the computer and was about to start working again. The sign of rejection was very obvious.
Huo Mingzhi sighed, knowing that he was about to return today without success, but still said unwillingly: "If you are willing to help, I can show you all the information about the liver digger in the police station. Even in the future, if you need to write, I can provide you with materials."
Although most of Ji Lang’s novels are dressed in fantasy, the main plots are actually criminal offenses, and most of the books he has published are real cases that can be found in the police archives, but they are changed. Name and location only. This matter may not be noticed by other readers, but Huo Mingzhi is very clear. It is precisely because of his clarity that he is so convinced of Ji Lang's ability, not just because of the "crime note" that many years ago.
He stared at Ji Lang for many years, and most of the cases written by Ji Lang had already occurred, so he inferred that Ji Lang must have collected information and reasoned out after the case was solved. Now that he is willing to take the initiative to share the internal police information with Ji Lang, then Ji Lang will not have to work so hard to collect information in the future.
This inference is very reasonable. If you are a novelist who is really obsessed with reasoning, it may be difficult to resist this temptation. But it is a pity that Ji Lang is a nightmare. He does not need to collect material to write a novel, he only needs to go to the client’s dream to stroll around. He didn't write novels because of hobbies, but to dispel the shadows in his heart. Therefore, Huo Mingzhi's conditions are not tempting to him.
Huo Mingzhi waited for a while, and saw that Ji Lang didn't lift his eyelids, he knew it was useless and turned and left.
It was five o'clock in the afternoon in a blink of an eye.
Dong Yongyuan was right. Ji Lang was not busy today, so he got downstairs from get off work at five o'clock.
"Boss." When Ji Lang came down from the stairs, Bei Fan was holding a script and preparing to go upstairs. The two met on the stairs.
"Something?" Ji Lang stopped.
"This is the script I modified last night." Bei Fan handed the script he was holding forward.
Ji Lang glanced, but did not answer.
Bei Fan shuddered subconsciously, and hurriedly explained: "I really changed it last night. I originally planned to send it to your table early in the morning, but didn't I meet... then what happened? I fell asleep and Brother Yi didn't have my computer password, so I just sent it here now."
Bei Fanyue explained that the voice became smaller, and when he was about to send the script upstairs, he didn't feel scared. After all, his situation is understandable. Even the most demanding boss can’t ask employees to give priority to completing work when their lives are in danger, but I don’t know how, when they meet their own boss, he is short of breath for no reason, and he dare not say too much when he explains. Loudly.
"So, you slept in the morning until you wake up now?" Ji Lang said.
"Huh?!" Bei Fan was taken aback.
"It seems that I slept well." Ji Lang has been looking at Beifan since just now. When encountering such a big event, not only did this guy not be afraid, but his complexion was better than before. As a code word editor who often stays up late, I actually don't even have dark circles under my eyes.
"It's okay." When it comes to sleeping, Bei Fan has to admit that although he has encountered many things in the past two days, he slept well. He seemed to be dreaming when he was asleep, and he didn't remember anything in the dream, but he was in a very good mood after waking up. So that he wasn't even scared of meeting the liver-digger in the early morning.
Bei Fan was reminiscing about his dream, and suddenly saw that his boss's complexion was wrong, and he was shocked.
I almost forgot that several people in their studio had secretly analyzed the reasons why the boss was in a bad mood all day long. One of the most convincing is that the boss suffers from insomnia and poor sleep all the year round.
Damn it, knowing that the boss has a sleep disorder, I still show off his sleep in front of him. This is not a hatred.
"Cough, cough... Then what, thanks to the lady boss, the dream doll she gave me, maybe it is really supernatural." Bei Fan Ji Zhongshengzhi, pulled the lady boss over to stop the gun.
Not divine power, but magic power.
Ji Lang naturally knew that Bei Fan’s peace of mind was helped by Wu Miaomiao’s Dreaming Doll, but he was still uneasy. Why can this guy just take a Dreaming Doll and sleep peacefully? He has used the Cursed Doll. , But can only sleep once a week.
"Do you want to take a few days off?" Ji Lang forced himself to stop thinking about sleeping.
"Holiday? No, no need." Beifan quickly refused, "I am more afraid of being alone in this situation, so I might as well work with everyone. Don't worry, boss, I will concentrate on my work and will not affect the quality of the script. I promise."
"Whatever you want." Seeing Beifan insisted, Ji Lang did not force a holiday, "Give me the script tomorrow morning."
"Yes, thank you boss." After Bei Fan thanked him, seeing Ji Lang still staring at him, and reacting for a while, he remembered that he was blocking the exit of the stairs, and hurriedly flashed his body before letting him out.
Ji Lang walked straight past him to the reading area where Wu Miaomiao was.
When Ji Lang walked over, Wu Miaomiao was holding a tablet while playing. At the beginning, he thought Wu Miaomiao was watching a drama or playing a game, but when he approached and saw a familiar web page, he couldn't help frowning. : "If you don't read paper books, what do you read e-books for?"
That is the website page of his serialized novel.
"Msang Gong, are you off work?" Wu Miaomiao looked up in surprise.
"Yeah." Ji Lang hummed, took the tablet computer in Wu Miaomiao's hand and glanced at it, "Did you read this "Night Demon" yesterday?"
"I have read the book, but I haven't read the comment." Wu Miao said.
"Are you holding a tablet to write comments specifically?"
"Yeah, I know that Xianggong's book is so good-looking. There must be many people who like it as much as me. This website is what Dongdong told me." Wu Miao said.
"Dongdong? Dong Yongyuan?"
"Yeah." Wu Miaomiao approached Ji Lang, swiped her finger on the computer screen until she reached the top, pointing to an ID account called "Zihe's favorite wizard daughter-in-law" and said: "This is my name. , Every book I just gave you has gotten the overlord vote. I am now your leader."
Zihe is Ji Lang's pen name, two characters separated by Ji. And his novel website has the function of rewarding readers. Reader rewards are called bawang tickets, and the leader is a title given to readers after rewarding.
Ji Lang looked at the hot-eyed ID name and felt pain in his eyes: "What name did you choose?"
"Yeah. Dongdong helped me register this account. At first, he named Zihe's daughter-in-law 1108. I asked him why he had to add a number afterwards. He said that it means that there is already a daughter-in-law number 1107 in front. I'm obviously the real wife, so why wait in line behind, and then I changed my name. Okay, even if you have more names on the Internet, I am the only wizard." Wu Miaomiao proudly said.
Dong Yongyuan must be deliberate, otherwise how could Wu Miaomiao's mind think about naming this aspect.
"..." Ji Lang was speechless for a while, "How many Overlord tickets did you drop in the afternoon?"
"Not much, only a few thousand yuan." Wu Miaomiao originally intended to hit the top of the list with every book, but after understanding the amount of money required for the top position, he decisively gave up.
"Then you know, I can only divide the money you put in in half. Will taxes be deducted after the distribution is over?" Ji Lang said.
"Huh?" Wu Miaomiao was surprised, "That's not a loss."
"Don't hit it after you know it's a loss." Ji Lang said in disgust.
80% of the money is still the red envelope that I gave her yesterday.
"Yeah." Wu Miao nodded his head, his own money was the mate's money. Others smashed the Bawang vote and the xianggong can still earn half. If you smash it yourself, the xianggong will have to lose half. This is too prodigal and it is not appropriate.
"Let's go back."
"Okay." Wu Miaomiao got up, went to the window sill and put away the dream doll that had been basking in the sun all day, and put it in his bag.
The two walked out, and at the door they met Dong Yongyuan who was rushing back from outside: "Boss, lady boss."
"Why are you back?" Dong Yongyuan went out to see customers in the afternoon. Usually, he didn't need to rush back to the company in this situation and he could just leave work.
"I'll come back to pick up Beifan, and let him live in my house these days." Dong Yongyuan said.
Ji Lang nodded, saying that he knew, and was about to continue walking to the parking lot, when Dong Yongyuan suddenly approached Wu Miaomiao with a flattering expression: "Madam Boss, can you also give me a sweet dream doll? I'll bring you a family of delicious crab yellow dumplings at the gate of our community tomorrow morning."
"Okay, here you are." Wu Miaomiao's eyes lit up, and she reached out and took out a Dreaming Baby, and handed it to Dong Yongyuan.
"Thank you, lady boss." After getting the things, Dong Yongyuan happily went to find Bei Fan inside.
Ji Lang looked at Dong Yongyuan's back and looked at Wu Miaomiao, who was packing his backpack, and asked, "Do you have a lot of dream dolls?"
"Not much, only five or six." Wu Miao said silently.
"You are generous, you will send out three in a flash." Bei Fan had two and Dong Yongyuan had one.
“It’s okay. It’s not a hassle to make a good dream doll. As long as there are enough dolls, I can make ten or eight in a day. When they are used up, I will recycle the dolls, dry them, and inject some magic power. It can be used again." Her Dream Doll is the same as the charm of Xuanmen. As long as she is willing to make it, she can constantly have new ones.
"Is Dong Yongyuan unable to sleep without a sweet dream doll?" Bei Fan didn't care about it, and it was justified, but why did he send Dong Yongyuan?
"That's not true, but you can have a good dream with the good dream doll. Maybe he wants to have a good dream." Wu Miao said.
"Are you going to give your doll to everyone?"
"Huh?" Wu Miaomiao was startled, why did she feel that Xiang Gong was a little unhappy?
"Your doll is not an ordinary thing after all, it is better to use less." Ji Lang reminded euphemistically.
Dong Yongyuan can fall asleep if he wants to. Isn’t that enough? Actually still want to have beautiful dreams, it is so beautiful.
"I see. The master warned me before. There are no more than three things." Wu Miaomiao nodded seriously, "Bei Fan was given two because of special circumstances. Dongdong has helped me a lot in the past two days. I gave him one. Don't worry, I won't give it again in the future, and I won't give it to others casually."
This is pretty much the same.
Ji Lang immediately became balanced and his mood improved: "You haven't taken you out for dinner in the past two days. Would you like to eat a barbecue?"
"Yes." Wu Miaomiao's eyes lit up.
In the studio, Shan Junyi saw Dong Yongyuan coming in with a Dreaming doll in his hand, and couldn't help asking: "Dongzi, what did you want from the boss? You really believe this Dreaming doll is useful."
"I think it's useful. You didn't look at Xiaobei. After so many things in the past two days, my face is better than us." Yi Guandao.
When the other two heard this, they leaned in front of Bei Fan to see his expression.
Bei Fan panicked when he was seen: "You...what are you doing."
"Wocao, I look better than me. Dongzi, I think you leave him alone, let him go home alone." Shan Junyi suddenly became mentally unbalanced.
"It's reasonable." Dong Yongyuan was deeply convinced.
"Don't, don't, I'm really the credit of the dream doll, really." Bei Fan hurriedly said, "Or, do you also ask the lady boss for one tomorrow?"
Even if he has a big heart after falling asleep, he is not stupid when he is awake. If he comes home alone at night, he might as well stay in the studio and work overtime.
Seeing that the teasing was almost done, the three laughed scornfully.
"But to be honest, don't you think that the boss's complexion has been better recently than before? When I went to deliver the script in the morning, I found that the red blood in the eyes of the boss was less." Yi Guan said that he found out.
"Say the boss wife is a minority, isn't it a secret method unique to a minority?" Shan Junyi guessed, "such as incense to help people sleep?"
"It seems to have a smell, which makes people feel at ease." Bei Fan grabbed the doll and sniffed.
"Then we have to try one tomorrow?" Yi Guan listened to the analysis of the two, and his heart was truly moved.
What incense, that is spiritual power.
When Dong Yongyuan got the Good Dream Doll, he felt an extremely slight spiritual power from the inside of the Doll.
"I said it when I walked in. I'm here to ask you for help this time, so it's up to you whether you can help me or not." Huo Mingzhi replied.
"Then you go back." Ji Lang turned on the computer and was about to start working again. The sign of rejection was very obvious.
Huo Mingzhi sighed, knowing that he was about to return today without success, but still said unwillingly: "If you are willing to help, I can show you all the information about the liver digger in the police station. Even in the future, if you need to write, I can provide you with materials."
Although most of Ji Lang’s novels are dressed in fantasy, the main plots are actually criminal offenses, and most of the books he has published are real cases that can be found in the police archives, but they are changed. Name and location only. This matter may not be noticed by other readers, but Huo Mingzhi is very clear. It is precisely because of his clarity that he is so convinced of Ji Lang's ability, not just because of the "crime note" that many years ago.
He stared at Ji Lang for many years, and most of the cases written by Ji Lang had already occurred, so he inferred that Ji Lang must have collected information and reasoned out after the case was solved. Now that he is willing to take the initiative to share the internal police information with Ji Lang, then Ji Lang will not have to work so hard to collect information in the future.
This inference is very reasonable. If you are a novelist who is really obsessed with reasoning, it may be difficult to resist this temptation. But it is a pity that Ji Lang is a nightmare. He does not need to collect material to write a novel, he only needs to go to the client’s dream to stroll around. He didn't write novels because of hobbies, but to dispel the shadows in his heart. Therefore, Huo Mingzhi's conditions are not tempting to him.
Huo Mingzhi waited for a while, and saw that Ji Lang didn't lift his eyelids, he knew it was useless and turned and left.
It was five o'clock in the afternoon in a blink of an eye.
Dong Yongyuan was right. Ji Lang was not busy today, so he got downstairs from get off work at five o'clock.
"Boss." When Ji Lang came down from the stairs, Bei Fan was holding a script and preparing to go upstairs. The two met on the stairs.
"Something?" Ji Lang stopped.
"This is the script I modified last night." Bei Fan handed the script he was holding forward.
Ji Lang glanced, but did not answer.
Bei Fan shuddered subconsciously, and hurriedly explained: "I really changed it last night. I originally planned to send it to your table early in the morning, but didn't I meet... then what happened? I fell asleep and Brother Yi didn't have my computer password, so I just sent it here now."
Bei Fanyue explained that the voice became smaller, and when he was about to send the script upstairs, he didn't feel scared. After all, his situation is understandable. Even the most demanding boss can’t ask employees to give priority to completing work when their lives are in danger, but I don’t know how, when they meet their own boss, he is short of breath for no reason, and he dare not say too much when he explains. Loudly.
"So, you slept in the morning until you wake up now?" Ji Lang said.
"Huh?!" Bei Fan was taken aback.
"It seems that I slept well." Ji Lang has been looking at Beifan since just now. When encountering such a big event, not only did this guy not be afraid, but his complexion was better than before. As a code word editor who often stays up late, I actually don't even have dark circles under my eyes.
"It's okay." When it comes to sleeping, Bei Fan has to admit that although he has encountered many things in the past two days, he slept well. He seemed to be dreaming when he was asleep, and he didn't remember anything in the dream, but he was in a very good mood after waking up. So that he wasn't even scared of meeting the liver-digger in the early morning.
Bei Fan was reminiscing about his dream, and suddenly saw that his boss's complexion was wrong, and he was shocked.
I almost forgot that several people in their studio had secretly analyzed the reasons why the boss was in a bad mood all day long. One of the most convincing is that the boss suffers from insomnia and poor sleep all the year round.
Damn it, knowing that the boss has a sleep disorder, I still show off his sleep in front of him. This is not a hatred.
"Cough, cough... Then what, thanks to the lady boss, the dream doll she gave me, maybe it is really supernatural." Bei Fan Ji Zhongshengzhi, pulled the lady boss over to stop the gun.
Not divine power, but magic power.
Ji Lang naturally knew that Bei Fan’s peace of mind was helped by Wu Miaomiao’s Dreaming Doll, but he was still uneasy. Why can this guy just take a Dreaming Doll and sleep peacefully? He has used the Cursed Doll. , But can only sleep once a week.
"Do you want to take a few days off?" Ji Lang forced himself to stop thinking about sleeping.
"Holiday? No, no need." Beifan quickly refused, "I am more afraid of being alone in this situation, so I might as well work with everyone. Don't worry, boss, I will concentrate on my work and will not affect the quality of the script. I promise."
"Whatever you want." Seeing Beifan insisted, Ji Lang did not force a holiday, "Give me the script tomorrow morning."
"Yes, thank you boss." After Bei Fan thanked him, seeing Ji Lang still staring at him, and reacting for a while, he remembered that he was blocking the exit of the stairs, and hurriedly flashed his body before letting him out.
Ji Lang walked straight past him to the reading area where Wu Miaomiao was.
When Ji Lang walked over, Wu Miaomiao was holding a tablet while playing. At the beginning, he thought Wu Miaomiao was watching a drama or playing a game, but when he approached and saw a familiar web page, he couldn't help frowning. : "If you don't read paper books, what do you read e-books for?"
That is the website page of his serialized novel.
"Msang Gong, are you off work?" Wu Miaomiao looked up in surprise.
"Yeah." Ji Lang hummed, took the tablet computer in Wu Miaomiao's hand and glanced at it, "Did you read this "Night Demon" yesterday?"
"I have read the book, but I haven't read the comment." Wu Miao said.
"Are you holding a tablet to write comments specifically?"
"Yeah, I know that Xianggong's book is so good-looking. There must be many people who like it as much as me. This website is what Dongdong told me." Wu Miao said.
"Dongdong? Dong Yongyuan?"
"Yeah." Wu Miaomiao approached Ji Lang, swiped her finger on the computer screen until she reached the top, pointing to an ID account called "Zihe's favorite wizard daughter-in-law" and said: "This is my name. , Every book I just gave you has gotten the overlord vote. I am now your leader."
Zihe is Ji Lang's pen name, two characters separated by Ji. And his novel website has the function of rewarding readers. Reader rewards are called bawang tickets, and the leader is a title given to readers after rewarding.
Ji Lang looked at the hot-eyed ID name and felt pain in his eyes: "What name did you choose?"
"Yeah. Dongdong helped me register this account. At first, he named Zihe's daughter-in-law 1108. I asked him why he had to add a number afterwards. He said that it means that there is already a daughter-in-law number 1107 in front. I'm obviously the real wife, so why wait in line behind, and then I changed my name. Okay, even if you have more names on the Internet, I am the only wizard." Wu Miaomiao proudly said.
Dong Yongyuan must be deliberate, otherwise how could Wu Miaomiao's mind think about naming this aspect.
"..." Ji Lang was speechless for a while, "How many Overlord tickets did you drop in the afternoon?"
"Not much, only a few thousand yuan." Wu Miaomiao originally intended to hit the top of the list with every book, but after understanding the amount of money required for the top position, he decisively gave up.
"Then you know, I can only divide the money you put in in half. Will taxes be deducted after the distribution is over?" Ji Lang said.
"Huh?" Wu Miaomiao was surprised, "That's not a loss."
"Don't hit it after you know it's a loss." Ji Lang said in disgust.
80% of the money is still the red envelope that I gave her yesterday.
"Yeah." Wu Miao nodded his head, his own money was the mate's money. Others smashed the Bawang vote and the xianggong can still earn half. If you smash it yourself, the xianggong will have to lose half. This is too prodigal and it is not appropriate.
"Let's go back."
"Okay." Wu Miaomiao got up, went to the window sill and put away the dream doll that had been basking in the sun all day, and put it in his bag.
The two walked out, and at the door they met Dong Yongyuan who was rushing back from outside: "Boss, lady boss."
"Why are you back?" Dong Yongyuan went out to see customers in the afternoon. Usually, he didn't need to rush back to the company in this situation and he could just leave work.
"I'll come back to pick up Beifan, and let him live in my house these days." Dong Yongyuan said.
Ji Lang nodded, saying that he knew, and was about to continue walking to the parking lot, when Dong Yongyuan suddenly approached Wu Miaomiao with a flattering expression: "Madam Boss, can you also give me a sweet dream doll? I'll bring you a family of delicious crab yellow dumplings at the gate of our community tomorrow morning."
"Okay, here you are." Wu Miaomiao's eyes lit up, and she reached out and took out a Dreaming Baby, and handed it to Dong Yongyuan.
"Thank you, lady boss." After getting the things, Dong Yongyuan happily went to find Bei Fan inside.
Ji Lang looked at Dong Yongyuan's back and looked at Wu Miaomiao, who was packing his backpack, and asked, "Do you have a lot of dream dolls?"
"Not much, only five or six." Wu Miao said silently.
"You are generous, you will send out three in a flash." Bei Fan had two and Dong Yongyuan had one.
“It’s okay. It’s not a hassle to make a good dream doll. As long as there are enough dolls, I can make ten or eight in a day. When they are used up, I will recycle the dolls, dry them, and inject some magic power. It can be used again." Her Dream Doll is the same as the charm of Xuanmen. As long as she is willing to make it, she can constantly have new ones.
"Is Dong Yongyuan unable to sleep without a sweet dream doll?" Bei Fan didn't care about it, and it was justified, but why did he send Dong Yongyuan?
"That's not true, but you can have a good dream with the good dream doll. Maybe he wants to have a good dream." Wu Miao said.
"Are you going to give your doll to everyone?"
"Huh?" Wu Miaomiao was startled, why did she feel that Xiang Gong was a little unhappy?
"Your doll is not an ordinary thing after all, it is better to use less." Ji Lang reminded euphemistically.
Dong Yongyuan can fall asleep if he wants to. Isn’t that enough? Actually still want to have beautiful dreams, it is so beautiful.
"I see. The master warned me before. There are no more than three things." Wu Miaomiao nodded seriously, "Bei Fan was given two because of special circumstances. Dongdong has helped me a lot in the past two days. I gave him one. Don't worry, I won't give it again in the future, and I won't give it to others casually."
This is pretty much the same.
Ji Lang immediately became balanced and his mood improved: "You haven't taken you out for dinner in the past two days. Would you like to eat a barbecue?"
"Yes." Wu Miaomiao's eyes lit up.
In the studio, Shan Junyi saw Dong Yongyuan coming in with a Dreaming doll in his hand, and couldn't help asking: "Dongzi, what did you want from the boss? You really believe this Dreaming doll is useful."
"I think it's useful. You didn't look at Xiaobei. After so many things in the past two days, my face is better than us." Yi Guandao.
When the other two heard this, they leaned in front of Bei Fan to see his expression.
Bei Fan panicked when he was seen: "You...what are you doing."
"Wocao, I look better than me. Dongzi, I think you leave him alone, let him go home alone." Shan Junyi suddenly became mentally unbalanced.
"It's reasonable." Dong Yongyuan was deeply convinced.
"Don't, don't, I'm really the credit of the dream doll, really." Bei Fan hurriedly said, "Or, do you also ask the lady boss for one tomorrow?"
Even if he has a big heart after falling asleep, he is not stupid when he is awake. If he comes home alone at night, he might as well stay in the studio and work overtime.
Seeing that the teasing was almost done, the three laughed scornfully.
"But to be honest, don't you think that the boss's complexion has been better recently than before? When I went to deliver the script in the morning, I found that the red blood in the eyes of the boss was less." Yi Guan said that he found out.
"Say the boss wife is a minority, isn't it a secret method unique to a minority?" Shan Junyi guessed, "such as incense to help people sleep?"
"It seems to have a smell, which makes people feel at ease." Bei Fan grabbed the doll and sniffed.
"Then we have to try one tomorrow?" Yi Guan listened to the analysis of the two, and his heart was truly moved.
What incense, that is spiritual power.
When Dong Yongyuan got the Good Dream Doll, he felt an extremely slight spiritual power from the inside of the Doll.
