Xiaoyu Detective Agency 2

The comments on the Internet here have not been completely resolved, and Wang Jin threw another bomb at Xiuwen.

"Youxin said that she wants to change the editor."

"Why?" Lei Yizhou and Xiuwen said in unison.

Wang Jin glared at Lei Yizhou, did not utter any accusations, but his eyes were filled with: "What's the matter with you?"

Lei Yizhou, who joined in the fun, was obviously more excited. Before Xiuwen could speak, he said a lot: "No, they have always cooperated very well! They are very suitable, and there is nothing wrong with Xiuwen, right? Meticulous and serious , Rigorous, responsible, and a good-looking person, why change?"

"Ask her!" Wang Jin's emotions were ignited by Lei Yizhou's cannonball, and his tone was rare.

Lei Yizhou also felt that his speech was too impulsive, so he hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Sister Jin, I didn't mean to attack you, I did, it was just too unexpected."

Xiuwen was not as excited as Lei Yizhou, he fell silent after asking why the first time.After Lei Yizhou and Sister Jin finished apologizing, he bowed slightly and said, "I see." Then he walked out of the deputy editor's office.

Comparing the two, Wang Jin glared at Lei Yizhou again, saying, "Look at him."

Lei Yizhou looked at the back of Xiuwen leaving, and said with a smile to Wang Jin: "Sister Jin, don't look at him so indifferent now, I bet he will go to Youxin tonight."

Wang Jin always regarded herself as an elder. She was ten years older than these children, and she acted calmly. But this time she became a little interested in Lei Yizhou's game, so she asked, "What are you betting on?"

Being accepted by the boss, Lei Yizhou was a little surprised at first, then changed his mind and said: "If I win, you reject Youxin's request."

"No, I already promised her."

"She stopped writing for a year, so you didn't arrange a new editor for her?" What Lei Yizhou meant was that there was room for change in this matter, and it was impossible for Wang Jin not to understand.

Sure enough, Wang Jin didn't continue to fight, but asked: "What if I win?"

Lei Yizhou thought of several conditions, but none of them seemed to be enough to impress Wang Jin.Finally, he gritted his teeth: "I'll solve Xiuwen's emotional problems."

Wang Jin couldn't help but couldn't stop laughing.The kid Xiuwen followed her when she entered the publishing house. She is a good person in everything. Whether he is single or not has no effect on the development of the publishing house or her job as an associate editor.However, she was moved by this bargaining chip, and said "OK" with a smile.

Xiuwen, who woke up from the severe pain, opened his eyes and found that he was tied up, but not tightly.At the ankle is a white shoelace with a dead buckle.He grabbed the hand behind his back, judging from the feeling of being strangled, he should also be bound by shoelaces.Several loops of scotch tape were wrapped around the calf and upper arm, making it difficult for him to move.

He was still where he had just entered the door and had not been moved.He tried to sit up leaning against the wall, failed to find a good point of support.Fortunately, there was no loud noise, and no one paid attention to him.He readjusted his body's center of gravity, and finally he was able to sit against the door.

He didn't know how long he had been unconscious.

He came home from Wang Jin's office. No one arranged for him to work overtime today. He didn't have any urgent work on hand. He felt that he needed to rest now, so he didn't go to his office to say hello or bring back a souvenir from a long trip. Throw it in Lei Yizhou and come back.

I hastily cooked noodles for myself, I had no appetite, so I lay down after eating.Unexpectedly, the more I lie down, the more refreshed I am. It is probably because I slept too much on the plane.

Xiuwen, who couldn't sleep, finally got up and got dressed, and drove the car left by Wang Jue to the gate of Youxin's house.

He didn't call Youxin, he was worried that if he did, Youxin would run away.Finding people is not his strong point, he thinks it is more suitable for him to go directly to her house to find out.

Then he parked the car, and saw that the car next to Youxin was still parked in her parking space, she should be at home, at least she hadn't traveled far.

Xiuwen knocked on the door, but no one opened at first, he knocked a little longer, and the door opened.

The next moment, he lost consciousness.

The wall clock on the wall was ticking away, Xiuwen's sight was not blocked, and he could see that the current time was 8:50 by the bright moonlight.It was 8 o'clock when he went out, and it was almost 8:30 when he knocked on the door, so it seemed that he had not been unconscious for a long time.He turned his neck, the posture was too twisted just now, very uncomfortable.

Turning around, he saw the culprit.

Sitting at the dining table not far away was a girl, wearing a goose yellow dress, with short hair around her ears, holding a banana in her left hand and stuffing it into her mouth from time to time; holding a fistful of gunpowder in her right hand, her spirit was tense.It seems that this thing caused him to lose consciousness just now.

This is Youxin's home, but she is not Youxin.The girl is shorter and thinner than Youxin.She doesn't wear glasses, her facial features are more delicate, and in terms of temperament, this girl has the taste of a Jiangnan woman.There was a thread connected in Xiuwen's mind, and he blurted out a name: "Jiang Weihuai?"

The girl focused on eating just now, but she didn't expect Xiuwen to wake up so soon. She was startled, quickly dropped the banana in her hand, and walked over holding it with both hands, stopped a meter away, and asked vigilantly : "How do you know my name?"

"I went to look for you." Xiuwen replied honestly.He not only went to find her, but he just came back today.

"I don't know you." Jiang Weihuai is very afraid of Xiuwen. She knows that her physique will definitely not take advantage of her, so she pays close attention to Xiuwen's every move. This makes Xiuwen suspect that she will give him sex again after a while All of a sudden, it seemed that she would feel at ease only when he passed out.

Considering the safety of himself and Youxin's life and property, Xiuwen had to bite the bullet and rack his brains to think of some topics to chat with Jiang Weihuai.Lei Yizhou guessed right, chatting with Jiang Weihuai made the back of Xiuwen's T-shirt mostly wet, but it was more because of this scene, not because of Jiang Weihuai.

Compared to Lei Yizhou, Jiang Weihuai didn't know why he was willing to chat with this stranger in front of him for a while.

"How did you know Youxin?" Xiuwen adjusted his posture and tried his best to sit up against the door.He guessed that he wasn't in a mess right now, otherwise Jiang Weihuai wouldn't be so scared.He wasn't sure if the other party would answer his question, let's treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor. Wang Jue said before that he has the power to make people speak at ease.

"At a comic-con."

This is an area that Xiuwen doesn't know much about. Fortunately, Youxin forced him to popularize some science, and he asked, "Who did you cosplay?"

"I went to work. I hadn't graduated yet, my grades were not good, and I often skipped classes. She saw me and said that I was very suitable for the role of cosplay. She took me to the dressing room and changed me The clothes she brought, put on makeup for me, and took a lot of photos. She was very kind to me, and even sent me the retouched photos, and we became friends." Jiang Weihuai didn't have any hostility when he said these things, It seems to be caught in a kind of nostalgia.

The topic was over, Xiuwen nodded, trying to find the next topic, thankfully Jiang Weihuai continued to say a few more words on this topic.

"After chatting a few times, I found out that we both write, but the types are different. I write romance."

Xiuwen, who really didn't know what to say, stated: "She wrote suspense reasoning."

"But I'm not as talented as her. I've only published a few short stories, let alone living on manuscript fees. I don't even have a regular editor, let alone a book." At this moment, Jiang Weihuai began to reveal the injustice of the world. Complaining, maybe she and Youxin were friends at first, but the huge gap in circumstances made her feel dissatisfied and intensified day by day.

The two manuscripts received by Xiaoyu Detective Agency's mailbox jumped into Xiuwen's mind: "You sent the email from Xiaoyu Detective Agency?"

Jiang Weihuai smiled happily when he was recognized and submitted the manuscript: "It's me, what do you think?"

Xiuwen recalled what the editor in charge of the romance section said, and repeated it to Jiang Weihuai: "It's okay, but it still needs improvement."

"Compared to her?"

Xiuwen didn't know how to answer so as not to hurt the girl, so he could only say: "I have replied to your email." As for the comments on the manuscript, Xiuwen basically recorded the words of the editor he went to ask for advice, and sent it back to that email. Didn't the girl get it?

In the end, Jiang Weihuai refused to let go: "Compared with her?"

"She wrote suspense reasoning."

Cassette-like Jiang Weihuai still asked, "Compared to her?"

"She's not as good as you in writing about feelings, but she has better writing skills and richer imagination." Xiuwen rarely lied, and this was the gentlest answer he could think of.In the reply email, it was not so polite.Almost all of her faults were counted out. In addition to the opinion of the romance editor, Xiuwen's own point of view was also added.If he had known that it was such a girl, he should have spoken more politely. Xiuwen knew that his words were never pleasant, and he was afraid that he would offend her.

Jiang Weihuai snorted coldly, and went back to the dining table to continue eating the bananas she hadn't finished eating.Just when Xiuwen thought the conversation was over, he heard Jiang Weihuai speak again.

"Last summer, she said she wasn't inspired these days and asked me to write something for her. We spoke on the phone for the first time. We found that our voices were very similar, especially after being airwaved."

"Last July?" After reminding Xiuwen, he discovered this detail.He never paid much attention to Youxin, and he was not sensitive to voices, so he never thought that there would be someone with a voice so similar to hers who would even call him.Xiuwen remembered the pretty good romance novel that Youxin had handed in in order to deal with him.

It's been a while, and he almost forgot the plot of that article, but now that he recalls it a little bit, it is indeed similar in style to the two novels Jiang Weihuai sent him.There are also frequent calls to complain, he thought it was Youxin, but never asked her for confirmation.But didn't Lei Yizhou say that this girl's voice is very soft and shrill?Is it a disguise?Xiuwen figured it out, the girl's current state is indeed different from what Lei Yizhou described.

Jiang Weihuai nodded and continued: "She also gave me the phone number she was in charge of. He is very kind, but unfortunately I always complain to him, and gradually he stopped answering my calls."

The shoelaces binding his hands behind his back have begun to loosen after Xiuwen struggled hard, which is good news.The bad news is that Jiang Weihuai is squatting next to him now. If he continues to move, he will be easily spotted, so he has to stop and listen carefully to Jiang Weihuai's complaints.

"You must have told him intentionally, that's why he stopped talking to me."

"Maybe, he just thought you were Youxin, and he had a fight with Youxin at that moment?" Xiuwen didn't know how to defend himself, what to say to make this girl not angry.At that time, he really thought that Youxin was just using that number to complain, and he never thought that there was another person.

"How do you know?" Jiang Weihuai was very dissatisfied with this statement, and poked Xiuwen's face with a gun, but didn't press the switch.

Xiuwen sighed. He guessed that Jiang Weihuai didn't know who he was, so he confessed his identity, hoping to be treated kindly: "I am the editor in charge."