Perhaps it is because the night is getting deeper and the chill in the wind is getting stronger.

Loren suddenly felt a sense of absurdity. A detective agency famous for finding people, but there was an investigation team, and the entire group of people disappeared.

The old man smiled bitterly: "In the past few days, we have concentrated all the elite forces to investigate this incident. However, the seventh group is like evaporating from the world, just like Mr. Luo Pan's experience. And the Lunan mentioned in the work record before the seventh group lost contact was also not traced! For this reason, we took risks and sneaked into the eleven milestone building, nine times succeeded, and the two were arrested... but there was still no clue."

He plucked his thin hair: "During this period, I used all my connections to inquire within the industry and seek help! I found that someone had entrusted another company to look for Mr. Luo Pan!"

Loren couldn't help but burst out: "Who entrusted it?"

The old man shook his head and said, "I don't know. Falcon, I believe you know it. This is the most basic principle of confidentiality! But what I can tell you is that such a disappearance case happened once half a year ago, and it was also the entire group of people missing, and it was also in this milestone headquarters building."

Loren Moran, Milestone Research Heavy Industry, a large company that has in-depth cooperation with the Federation, is mainly responsible for some infrastructure work when creating secondary planes. It usually has a good reputation among the people, and it is not like a base for human traffickers.

The old man apologized again: "I'm very sorry, Falcon! Given such a strange situation, this business obviously exceeds our ability, and we have to unilaterally terminate this entrustment for seeking people! The relevant liquidated damages and compensation fees have been transferred to your account, please pay attention to checking..."

“…”

After the call ended, Loren left the dark web and entered his account, and found that he had added more than 60,000 yuan in remittances.

He got rid of poverty again, but he was completely uneasy.

The sky was clear, but he felt dark clouds.

Loren thought for a while and entered the dark web again. Since ordinary excellent detective agencies cannot solve the problem, then go find the best one, even if the rewards they request are often sky-high.

...

...

Research building.

When Luna walked into the computer center, she saw Loren sitting on the No. 0 machine from afar.

The two nodded slightly, and the promise passed by Loren's mind, there were far more mutants in the folk than you thought. And Luna's beads were purple...

Could it be that she is also a mutated creator...

It was just past eleven o'clock, so there were more than a dozen scientific research dogs scattered in the computer center, who were also searching for information by machine. Two of them were still together, and they were buzzing about something.

Luna walked to the last row naturally, came to the position of the No. 1 unit and sat down, and said softly: "I thought I had arrived early enough..."

"I just arrived too." Loren was focused. The screen of the Zero machine was full of codes that were directly down.

It is not suitable to discuss solutions now, so Luna didn't ask. She took out a neatly folded scarf from her backpack and put it on the side of Loren's hand: "Last night, I saw you always shrink your neck and pull your collar from time to time, so... this is a scarf."

Loren didn't look closely, but just smiled and said, "Thank you!"

Luna thought for a while and added: "It's just because of money that I know that the reward I gave you is not enough, and you are not satisfied. This is a kind of compensation."

"You can also choose to write an IOU..." Loren smiled again, and a strong cold wind of autumn blew by, and he couldn't help but shrink his neck again.

So Luna put the scarf on Loren's knee.

Loren didn't refuse this intention either. He reached out to take the scarf and was about to wrap it up, but his movements stopped. Its touch was surprisingly soft. It should be a very good material in the scarf in autumn? Luna spent a lot of money...

He couldn't help but stop typing in the code and opened the entire scarf without any labels. Loren was surprised: "Hand-woven? The scarf that is still handmade is rare now..."

"Yes." Luna nodded slightly and turned on the No. 1 machine as if nothing had happened. "Today is relatively idle, hand-woven to save money."

When Loren looked closely at the weaving of the scarf, he was extremely delicate. Just a glance, he could see several places with traces of dismantling and rewoven, just to achieve the goal of being as perfect as possible.

"You... have been weaving for a long time today?" Even if you are a skilled person, you usually have to take one or two days. Deep in Loren's heart, there was an inexplicable feeling surging.

"It's not long." Luna shook her head slightly and opened several pages of No. 1 machine.

"You wouldn't have been sleeping all day, just to weave this?" Loren looked at the other party's dark circles carefully.

"I have some sleep." Luna explained hard, thought for a while, and stressed softly again, "It's just to make up for the small rewards for insufficient money, you don't have to care."

Doing something 80% better may be because of money, but doing something to the extreme must have nothing to do with money...

Loren felt that there was a string in the deepest part of his heart that was gently flexed... and then a warm current surged from then on, it slowly swam across his body and then back to the depths of his soul.

This was a long-lost sense of warmth, and he was completely stunned for a moment.

Seeing Loren being stunned again, Luna looked at the scientific research dogs scattered everywhere in front of her, sighed, and said softly: "It's not convenient for me to take off my glasses now, so it's later."

Obviously, people misunderstood again.

Loren silently wrapped the scarf and said solemnly: "Thank you!"

Luna smiled rare, too: "You don't have to say it twice."

"Have you found the excuse for staying for three days?"

"Well. A essay contest, the theme was the application of water elements. I have already asked for leave."

"Do you need me to help you?"

Luna turned her head slightly and looked at Loren with a little puzzled look. Loren actually offered to help?

"No, I actually did 90% of it, so I'll do it now. I'll just improve it."

She pulled out the short paper on the screen, obviously a little absent-minded.

Loren remembered his future plan, and suddenly felt a move in his heart, pressing his voice down: "Or how about you test our future projects?"

Luna's eyes lit up obviously. Loren had prepared a Trojan for six years. What would the plan be to implement it in the end? She was even happier that the other party was talking about "we", which meant that she would become a participant.

"Yeah!" She nodded slightly.

"You bring your helmet and I'll enter it right away. I've prepared a lot of plots and you'll experience one of them at random."

“…”

...

...

Luna feels “wake up”…

The morning glow outside the window is so beautiful!

This was a new day, and a sense of urgency came to her. She quickly got up from the bed and sat in front of the computer. She wanted to seize the little free time she had every day.

After a ignorance and hazy drift, Luna remembered her awkward position in the City of Novels. She could not let procrastination attacks. She had to write today's story quickly, otherwise, it would lead to her popularity dropping again...

When popularity drops to zero, it will usher in her death!

Luna glanced at the computer. Now her popularity is getting lower and lower, and she is still falling wildly every day. This means that she is getting closer and closer to death...

She glanced at the message list.

The editor said that the Shuangdian adventure was upgraded and the slap in the face...

Reader a said how you should write...

Reader b says that it is unreasonable, and the brain is a good thing, but the author does not...

Reader c said that I don’t need to read the old thing you wrote without knowing what you are writing…

Reader d said I was scolding and watching, but I didn't care whether I was willing to let myself go or let you go...

...

Luna moved her eyes to a corner of the table, where there was a motto she wrote for herself: a story, a life, and a passing light for others!

For a moment, Luna fell into confusion.

The editor sent the latest information:

Have you figured out what the story is so exciting today?

Why do your readers rarely leave messages?

The proportion of your readers to read pirated versions is too high!

Your popularity has fallen again!

...

Luna was exhausted, and she replied to the message: I am tired, can I leave the City of Novels?

As always, whenever we talk about this, the other party remained silent.

Luna sighed, she had to start writing, looked out the window, and the building opposite was about thirty degrees down, which was Aron's room.

Allen is the character in her works. He is smart, upright and kind. Except that he is not popular with readers, he is all good.

He was also dazed in front of the computer, wondering who the characters he wrote were, and whether he was also worried about survival like himself?

Luna stared at his silhouette by the window, sighed and began to write. That was Aaron's story today.

At the same time, she couldn't help but wonder: what kind of story her creator will arrange for herself today. She is afraid of tossing and she longs to spend a peaceful day...

In the City of Novels, everyone has a character in their writings; everyone has a creator in their heads.

Legend, just find your creator, design him into your story, and let the characters you write kill him, and you can leave the city of novels!
Chapter completed!