Detective Training Manual

　　 [If I don't want to succeed, I have to salt fish: Be careful, you are already in the game! All accidents are inevitable. Live! ! ! 】

　　 Zhou Yan: "???? Isn't this good for me to live?"

　　 [Feng Wugan: I can instinctively think of a guy who is not doing his job right when I see it out for materials]

　　 Zhou Yan: "Don't do business properly? Who?"

　　 [Reader A: We have some words that will not be written in the book, I don’t know if my words will be placed in Zhou Yan’s book]

Zhou Yan stared at the brother’s name thoughtfully. This is a strange sense of disharmony, but since getting this book, this sense of disharmony has not appeared once or twice, so Zhou Yan As usual, after thinking for a while, there are countless passages.

　　 [19981201an: Zhou Yan, be careful that there is a lanky figure hiding in the alley staring at you and laughing]

　　 "A slender figure? A slender girl in the alley?"

　　 [An undead who doesn’t want to spread the fire: Zhou Yan, that lanky ghost is watching you two, in the dark alley opposite the bustling crowd]

　　 "Long and thin ghost????"

　　 [The most beautiful lever in the crowd: Zhou Yan, hurry up, the lanky ghost is looking at you, be careful]

　　 "Hiss————" Zhou Yan took a suspicious breath, then sat up from the bed.

　　 It is early in the morning of the next day. Zhou Yan had a big meal with Li Huan last night... Well, it was actually a food stall on the side of the road.

　　 It seems that the girl Li Huan always goes to this kind of street food when she talks about having a big meal.

　　 Zhou Yan was wondering whether to react with Li Huan. If there is anything to celebrate in the future, let's not eat a big meal, just eat the ‘rough tea and light rice’ that you usually eat. First release www.(x81zw)m./x81zw/

　　 After eating last night, Zhou Yan went back to the apartment and fell asleep. The exams these days have made him exhausted. Once he opened his eyes, it was already more than 10 o'clock the next day.

　　 I go to work at this point. It is estimated that the detective agency is already past 11 o'clock. Maybe it will be considered to be for lunch, so Zhou Yan made a sensible decision to be lazy for two hours and go again in the afternoon.

　　 So he lay on the bed and began to flip through his notes.

　　 But with this flip, a lot of things were found wrong.

　　 "Long and thin ghost...?" Zhou Yan murmured: "Isn't that a thing in urban legends? How can I say that he really exists and is still staring at me."

　　 [Ugly Zhou Yan forced me to change my name: Zhou Yan, danger! The lanky ghost is staring at you! It's in the alley opposite! 】

　　 [Call me the night king: my god, ghost]

　　 Zhou Yan flipped back and found that everyone was indeed talking about ghosts, and he let himself run quickly.

　　 But... I didn't read a book yesterday, so I didn't even know that a ghost was staring at me and didn't run. But didn't it happen in the end?

　　 "Hey, are you wrong?" Zhou Yan muttered.

　　 But the little commotion in his heart made him walk to the shoe shelf at the door.

　　 Zhou Yan is a person who doesn't like to clean up the house. A few days ago, the letter paper with "Long Ghost Shadow" was put on the shoe rack by him, and it is still there now.

　　 Zhou Yan picked up the letter paper. On it was a portrait of a slightly uncoordinated limbs. His hands seemed to be deliberately drawn to lengthen, and they looked very deformed.

　　 "Hehe." Looking at it, Zhou Yan couldn't help but laughed: "What, how can this thing appear in the real world."

　　 Zhou Yan casually put the letter paper on the shoe shelf again, cleaned it up briefly, and went out.

　　 It was close to noon, the air-conditioning in the morning had long since dissipated, and the sun was shining comfortably on Zhou Yan.

　　 He is going to come for breakfast at ten o'clock... This feeling of wandering around without being late for work is really enjoyable.

　　 Soon, Zhou Yan came to a breakfast shop. Because it is close to a high-end community, this breakfast shop is also very good. It is almost noon, and there are new dumplings.

　　 This is also due to the people living in the luxury apartment opposite.

In fact, after living in this community for a period of time, you can find that the rich are similar to the detectives. They all have some quirks. Roast suckling pig in the morning, Xiao Long Bao at noon, and porridge with stinky tofu at night. They have this frenzied eating habit It is estimated that there are not a few people.

　　 Soon, Zhou Yan ate hot steamed buns. There was an LCD TV on the wall of the breakfast shop. It was a coincidence that Li Huan’s new book was being broadcasted now.

　　 And the interview recorded by Li Huan before was also spread very hot on the Internet.

　　 In this world, detective novels are a niche type, but because of the niche, there are more diehards. After Li Huan's niche books have a market, it is likely to bring a large number of imitators. Maybe Li Huan will become the leader of the second spring of detective novels.

　　 Therefore, both the publishing house and the writer group want Li Huan to show his face in front of more people-of course, the main reason is: Li Huan looks good!

　　 This kind of pure and innocent girl writes a gripping detective novel, and can give readers warm and tearful feelings while relieving, and the constant contrast also makes Li Huan a goddess-like figure in the hearts of detective novel readers.

　　 Zhou Yan looked at the interview and looked at the girl who lives next door. He didn't even notice. It turns out that Li Huan is now a star-level character.

"Then...Miss Li Huan, your book has now set off a wave of detective fiction recovery~www.readwn.com~ Many celebrity writers say that your talent has saved detective fiction. Do you want to tell readers about this?"

　　 "I've said it many times, I'm just a reposter, and the real author of this book is someone else." Li Huan explained.

　　 "Oh? Is that the mysterious person who has never shown up and has no name?"

　　 "I have an appointment with him and will not reveal his identity." Li Huan said.

"Well, we can understand what you think. In fact, a few centuries ago, after the musician Mozart wrote the "Thirty Nine Symphony", he insisted that his inspiration was due to an unnamed mysterious person. There are many geniuses in history who have made up such a mysterious friend. Maybe you belong to the same category."

　　 "I really am not fictitious..."

　　 "We understand..."

　　 Zhou Yan chewed on the steaming buns, looking through the blurred heat, making Li Huan's clean face appear even more hazy.

　　 He watched, watched, it may be that he is in a good mood today, Zhou Yan's mouth is always up. A genius remembers 噺バ一Chinese m.x/8/1/z/w.c/o/m/

　　 Soon, Zhou Yan finished his breakfast, and it took another hour before he finally arrived at the detective agency unhurriedly.

　　As soon as he walked to the door of the detective agency, Zhou Yan suddenly discovered...The plaque beside the door has changed color.

　　【Xiyan Detective Agency————】

　　【Level: Chuzenji】