He is sick, I am the medicine

The one who was injured was Guan Wen, the courier Jiang Chaqing sent the book to yesterday. The reason why the police came to him was because Guan Wen was attacked by strangers after he left his place.

Jiang Chaqing thought of Guan Wen's dark and honest face, and was also worried about the latter's injury, but he was more puzzled, "Officer, Mr. Guan is a courier, and he goes to various places to deliver couriers every day. How can he be said to have anything to do with me when he was attacked by a stranger?"

One of the policemen sitting across from him turned his head and scanned the room, staying for a few seconds at the pile of presents. His sharp eyes and the intimidation brought by the police uniform could make any criminal terrified.

"Mr. Jiang is a novelist, right?"

"Yes." Jiang Chaqing was surprised and didn't understand why he asked this question.

"Mr. Guan was attacked from behind. None of his belongings or express mail was lost, but one thing was taken away. It was this thing that allowed us to find you, Mr. Jiang." It was the policewoman next to the middle-aged man who spoke, She was pretty at a young age, and she looked at Jiang Chaqing strangely while speaking.

"What?" Ning Xin leaned forward slightly while sitting on the sofa, his face was a little pale, and his eyes suddenly drifted to somewhere.

Jiang Chaqing noticed Ning Xin's strangeness, followed his gaze, and finally landed on the red gift box with eyeballs next to the TV.

Jiang Chaqing frowned slightly, but quickly looked away, "The police officer is talking about the book I gave to Mr. Guan?"

"Yes, the suspect injured him and took the book. We speculate that it might be your crazy fan."

The middle-aged policeman calmly withdrew his observing gaze, got up and walked around, picked up a book on the coffee table as if flipping through it, and suddenly picked up the red box next to the TV when he passed by the TV.

Seeing this, Ning Xin stood up abruptly. Seeing the middle-aged policeman holding a red gift box and staring at Jiang Chaqing with sharper eyes, he subconsciously clenched his hands into fists.

Jiang Chaqing's eyes moved slightly, but she still sat quietly on the sofa with a cold expression, as if she kept herself out of the matter.

Seeing Ning Xin's appearance, the middle-aged policeman felt vigilant, held the box tighter, and looked at Jiang Chaqing, "This box looks very special, what's in it?"

"Officer, the stranger who attacked Mr. Guan really came after me." Jiang Chaqing raised his eyes to meet the gaze of the middle-aged policeman. Under his delicate brows were a pair of black eyes. Refreshing taste.

"What you're holding is a special gift from him." Jiang Chaqing's tone didn't fluctuate, but what he said later surprised the middle-aged policeman. "It's an eyeball inside."

In the end, Jiang Chaqing and Ning Xin were severely scolded by the middle-aged policeman, and their eyeballs were taken away by the middle-aged policeman for investigation. Jiang Chaqing sent them outside the door. At this moment, he happened to see the strange expression of the policewoman, like It contains anger.

"You...why don't you give Zhong Zhun a happy ending." The female policeman stood still and did not speak hastily until the middle-aged policeman urged her.

Jiang Chaqing was stunned for a moment. Zhong Zhun was the main supporting role in one of his novels. During the period, he attracted countless fans and even faintly surpassed the main character. However, he died in an incident in the end. He knew that the fans had always been sad and dissatisfied with this ending.

"Sorry, but sometimes death is unavoidable."

The policewoman didn't expect Jiang Chaqing to apologize. She is a loyal fan of Jiang Chaqing's book, and she deeply likes the calm and wise Zhong Zhun in the book. When she saw the ending like that, she didn't sleep well for a whole week. She was going to Jiang Chaqing's house and immediately asked to come with her. She pursed her lips. Hearing such an answer, she felt a tight breath in her chest, and blurted out what was on her mind without thinking.

"Why can't it be avoided? This is a novel you wrote! He is a character you created, as long as you don't let him die."

"Can your parents decide your life for you after giving birth to you?" Jiang Chaqing frowned slightly, and he looked at the policewoman with a puzzled expression rather than dissatisfaction.

"But they are..." The policewoman opened her mouth to retort, but her tone was not as confident as before, and her voice was almost inaudible halfway through her words.

But Jiang Chaqing knew what she said next, "It's fake, do you want to say that? Then why are you sad for the dead Zhong Zhun, and even blamed me?"

When Jiang Chaqing said the last tone, there was even a tinge of grievance, but the policewoman's eyes were flushed at this time, she wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes with her arm, said "sorry" quickly and ran away, the middle-aged policeman just glanced at Jiang Chaqing. Cha Qing took a look, then turned and followed.

"What is this policewoman talking about? Jiang, don't be angry." Ning Xin saw the police leaving Jiang Chaqing and standing at the door. Jiang Chaqing looked cold, but Ning Xin knew that he must be unhappy, after all, no author likes to see Readers expressed dissatisfaction with the plot characters.

"It's more sad than angry." Jiang Chaqing's slightly long bangs covered her eyes because she lowered her head. Her black hair and pale face were like a black and white picture, and her reddish lips were even more Adds a stunning touch to this painting.

Ning Xin was obsessed unconsciously, and his heart was beating so hard. He used to see Jiang Chaqing's eyes, which were cold but extremely beautiful. It was not until today that he realized that the lips of this person in front of him were also gorgeous and seductive. Every now and then, he moved his depressed heart.

"It's okay, everyone has his own way to go, others can speak but are not qualified to intervene, Jiang, you just need to write their stories." Ning Xin stepped forward and gave Jiang Chaqing a hug, He whispered in Jiang Chaqing's ear in an extremely ambiguous manner.

"Thank you, Ning Xin." Jiang Chaqing only felt itchy ears. His ears are sensitive. When Ning Xin leaned over and said a few words, he felt a little hot. Ning Xin's hug was very strong, but it gave him With an indescribable sense of security, he stretched out his arms to hug her back, and the cold lines on his face softened a bit.

Ning Xin saw Jiang Chaqing's ears stained a touch of deep red, and the deep affection in his eyes overflowed crazily where Jiang Chaqing couldn't see, but soon those emotions faded, and he patted his back like a friend to let go.

Jiang Chaqing raised his eyes and saw Ning Xin's heart-warming smile. That smile was too dazzling. He didn't dare to look any further. He slightly looked away, "I want to go to the hospital to see that courier boy."

"Okay, let's go together."

"it is good."