When Xing Tianyu saw that the woman didn't say anything, he stopped asking questions. However, he thought in his heart that women would not be people like tomb robbers, right? He read a lot of books on weekdays, and there happened to be a lot of novels about tomb robbers. Seeing the woman's appearance and running into the mountains at night, he thought he couldn't take it.

But this did not prevent him from talking to women.

The two exchanged a few more views on the novel, but the woman's keen thinking surprised Xing Tianyu.

"Why do you think that this author is not married or even a girlfriend?" Xing Tianyu couldn't help asking after the woman expressed her own point of view.

The woman smiled slightly, "Look at the plots in several books, almost every one has one thing in common. In the book, the protagonist will meet a beautiful girl, and then something happens. I have studied some psychology. When the author writes, he often brings himself into the protagonist in the book, or at least part of it. Sometimes, the author will arrange some things he hopes he can encounter for the protagonist in the book. He has arranged so many female characters with ambiguous relationships for his protagonist, which just shows that he lacks emotional experience, so he wants to add some to the book."

Speaking of this, the woman added: "But I guess this author must be a rich second generation, and a playboy. Although he has never dated a girlfriend seriously, there are definitely many women who have been with him, and he is a little narcissistic."

"Uh, how do you say this?" Xing Tianyu was a little impressed just now, and he suddenly felt funny. He had never had a woman before, and as for narcissism, he had no idea what to say.

The woman did not notice his thoughts and commented confidently, "First of all, the scene is described too realistically. Each of them has a bed scene with the heroines, and the description is extremely real. This is definitely not something that can be simulated by watching a few *****s. He has definitely been intimate with many women, and these women are real or at least have prototypes. This true description will definitely not be written if you have not experienced it personally."

Xing Tianyu suddenly realized that the other party was right again. Although he had never been to so many women in reality (to be precise, none of them), in the nightmare space, the beauty he had been to has had a stronger connection, whether it was a Chinese and foreign beauty star or various second-dimensional beauties.

After a while, he suddenly felt something was wrong, "Even if this author has really been intimate with many women, how do you know? You have never been intimate with women, how can you know if these descriptions are true?"

The woman smiled in a hint, "Why are you so sure that I haven't been intimate with many women?"

"Because you are a female--" Xing Tianyu suddenly stopped when he said this. He looked at the cramped smile on the woman's face and immediately thought of a possibility, and he felt speechless in his heart.

"Okay, this is what you said, so what about narcissism?"

The woman pointed to the author's name on the cover: "Look, the author's pen name is Lou Xingyu, and the protagonist in the book is also called Lou Xingyu. What does this mean?"

(It means I'm too lazy to think of two names.) Xing Tianyu secretly complained in his heart. He also gave a random name and then posted it. In addition, because it was an autobiographical novel, he simply used the protagonist's name as the author's name, which can increase the authenticity of the readers' sense of substitution. Unexpectedly, it took three years to use it, and it was too late to change it.

"What does it mean?" Xing Tianyu asked curiously. He seemed to know how this woman guessed.

"It means he has a high opinion of himself. I guess his real name may be Lou Xingyu. No, he should not send out his real name. Lou Xingyu should be a change of his name. His real name should have at least two of the three characters Lou Xingyu or similar voice change, such as Lin Xingyu and Liu Xing.

In the woo-grass, Xing Tianyu thought to himself that this woman is really amazing, and this can be reasoned out. Although some of the guesses are far from the reality for various reasons, some of them are right. Lou Xingyu did take Xing Tianyu's words Xing (Star) and Yu.

"You can't be a detective, right?" Xing Tianyu couldn't help asking.

"Haha, you're thinking too much." The woman waved her hand, but immediately showed a look of longing on her face, "But if I were a big detective, man, can you imagine that picture?"

Xing Tianyu thought to himself, what does it mean to always show that expression? But is the detective? He glanced at the woman in front of him. With the keen thinking of this woman, I am afraid she can really make a name for herself.

Just as the two of them chatted—

"Jane, we're almost at the station." The strange man's voice suddenly rang out, and then a man in a black suit came over. Xing Tianyu looked up and saw that he was really a foreigner, with a head of blonde hair waxed, meticulously combed, wearing a pair of black-framed glasses. The suit was pricey at the right time, looking very deep, and a little nerd.

"I know Henry." The woman named Jian nodded, reached out to shake hands with Xing Tianyu. Xing Tianyu felt that the hands were surprisingly powerful.

"Goodbye, man, I'm afraid we won't see you in the future. Thank you for your book, I will definitely save it." Jane pressed the brim of her hat and turned around and left with the foreigner named Henry.

This unexpected encounter surprised Xing Tianyu. The previous nervousness disappeared a lot. He got out of the car with a suitcase, and a few passengers were surrounded by several black rentals and three-wheeled motorcycles.

The place in front of me seems to be a place called Erdaolingzi, which is a small transportation distribution center. There is an open space in front of me. There are several old black rentals and a three-wheeled motorcycle called Sangutou parked nearby. There is also a small hotel not far away. Several broken roads extend in several different directions, one of which leads to Yequan Town.

Xing Tianyu looked around, but did not see the woman named Jian and the man named Henry. He probably had already left by car.

Xing Tianyu did not hesitate and walked straight to a black taxi. It was an old Santana. The old appearance made Xing Tianyu very doubt whether it would fall into a trap halfway, but this point could only be used to get such a car.

When he got into the car, Xing Tianyu said directly: "Driver, go to Yequan Town."

"Yequan Town? Are you sure?"

"Very sure, what's wrong?"

But the driver shook his head, "Don't pull, don't pull, hurry up."

Xing Tianyu thought to himself, "I'll give you more money, is it enough for a hundred?" After all, Xing Tianyu was too lazy to tell the truth.

Who knew that the driver still shook his head violently, "Don't say a hundred, I won't go to that ghost place if I give it to a thousand."

Xing Tianyu thought to himself that it was really a ghost, but he didn't take it seriously. After getting off the car, he took out a hundred-dollar bill.

"Can anyone take me to Yequan Town?" He shouted twice, but everyone was taking the job. The drivers looked at Xing Tianyu with a suspicious and vigilant look, which made Xing Tianyu feel more and more uneasy.

He took out two more pieces, "Three hundred, I'll give me three hundred yuan if I send me to Yequan Town."

Finally, a tricycle driver came over and said, "I'll take you there, but I have to give you money first." The driver looked very old, with a huge birthmark covering almost half of his face, and his dark face looked extremely gloomy in the night.
Chapter completed!