Although the sound of Wang Shen throwing the notebook was not loud, Xiao Lin's body still shook slightly. Xiao Lin frowned and glanced at Wang Shen, then was silent for a while, and finally sighed. Xiao Lin's body finally relaxed, and as if he had lost his strength, he said, "Actually, I came here this time to find a red hard drive. ”

When they heard this, Wang Shen and Liang Zichen were all in good spirits. A red hard drive? Suddenly, there was a new clue. "Red hard drive? What's inside? Why do you want this thing? ”

Hearing Wang Shen's words, Xiao Lin nodded, as if he meant to surrender. In the past, Han Mo stored her plots, including her writing ideas, in this red hard drive. With this red hard disk, it is equivalent to having all the manuscripts of Han Mo. ”

"What do you need these things for?" Wang Shen asked while remembering.

When Xiao Lin heard this question, he silently lowered his head and did not respond for a long time. Wang Shen's pen finally stopped, looked up at Xiao Lin, and waited patiently for his answer. As the minutes passed, Xiao Lin remained silent. Wang Shen couldn't wait, so he urged: "Is this question so difficult to answer?" ”

Xiao Lin shook his head, nodded again, and shook his head again. Finally, Xiao Lin still spoke, and said helplessly: "I won't hide it from you, my life now is really far from the days when I was Han Mo's assistant." ”

"Where is this?" Liang Zichen sat on the side and listened, he really didn't understand what Xiao Lin said just now.

Xiao Lin shook his head and continued: "Since Han Mo's accident, I have relied on the information in Han Mo's office for a while. After saying this, Xiao Lin paused again, as if immersed in the memories of the scenery he was talking about.

"Hey, buddy, please, it's not okay to talk to people. With such a headless and no end, what do you want to make trouble? The more Liang Zichen listened, the more impatient he became, he really wasn't interested in listening to Xiao Lin's life and past.

Xiao Lin seemed to ignore Liang Zichen's meaning at all, and continued his story. "I followed Han Mo to arrange her daily schedule on the one hand, including some book signing plans and reader meetings. In addition, I also learned from Han Mo to write some suspense. Of course, the suspense I wrote really didn't sell much. I've come to realize that I don't really have any talent for it. Speaking of this, Xiao Lin smiled bitterly.

"Since Han Mo's accident, there has been a wave of police in her office, but they don't seem to have taken anything away. Later, an idea came to me. I went to Han Mo's office and searched through it, and found a lot of Han Mo's unpublished manuscripts. These manuscripts contain detailed records of the ideas that Han Mo is about to write, and some of them have even been partially written. I relied on these things to get back home. I admire this woman's brain hole and logical structure from the bottom of my heart. When I used the first manuscript she left to serialize on the website, I received a lot of fans and praise. In this way, I confidently relied on Han Mo's manuscript, named my own name, and wrote one popular article after another on the Internet. Later, even the publishing house came to the door, and I published three books. Until today, he set up his own studio. However, Han Mo's manuscripts had already been used up by me a year ago. After saying this, Xiao Lin fell silent again, not knowing how to express what was going on.

Hearing this, Wang Shen and Liang Zichen understood what Xiao Lin meant, and why he came to find the so-called red hard disk.

"What's your name?" Wang Shen looked at Xiao Lin and asked the name he had written.

Xiao Lin glanced up at Wang Shen, and then almost reported all the unpublished names he had written, or rather Han Mo. Wang Shen wrote down the names of these in a small notebook, then picked up his phone and opened the search engine. Wang Shen stared at the data displayed on the search engine and found these books. Xiao Lin used Han Mo's manuscript and did not use a pen name, so it is easy to identify according to the title of the book and the name of Xiao Lin, the author. There is nothing false in Xiao Lin's words, according to the data displayed by the search engine, all the popularity of Han Lin, including the comments, almost cooled down a year ago.

"So, you just want to find that red hard drive and see if there's anything left in the hard drive, so that you can use it again, right?" Before Liang Zichen could speak, he anxiously asked Xiao Lin this question.

Xiao Lin didn't answer, just nodded.

"No, since you ran out of Han Mo's materials a year ago. So why didn't you think to come to that red hard drive until today? Liang Zichen suddenly realized this problem, stared straight at Xiao Lin, and asked.

"When Han Mo had an accident, although the police finally defined it as a suicide, there was still a lot of discussion in the society. Including some time ago, Xu Xiaolin's serialized case has a great similarity with Han Mo's case, and it has set off a lot of public opinion ......"

"Wait." Hearing Xiao Lin's words, Wang Shen suddenly interrupted him and asked, "Do you know Xu Xiaolin?" ”

Xiao Lin looked at Wang Shen, shook his head, and said with a wry smile: "I used to write suspense, and no one didn't know her." Now Dan Anyone writes one, no, it should be said that anyone who knows will know her. After all, she is a person as talented as Han Mo. ”

Wang Shen listened carefully to what Xiao Lin said, then thought in his heart for a while, nodded and said, "I'm sorry, you can continue the topic just now." ”

"Because the social attention of the Han Mo incident is very high, and I, as her assistant, will definitely receive more attention. I really don't want to have anything to do with Han Mo's incident, so I won't think about her family at all. It's just that recently, I can't hold up anymore for what I've written. In our industry, the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves. If I don't push harder, I'm going to die on the beach. However, even so, I still didn't think about the red hard drive. Because I didn't even have the keys to this house before. Xiao Lin paused again and glanced up at Wang Shen and Liang Zichen.

"What? You don't have the key to this house, so how did you get in? Liang Zichen asked in surprise after listening to Xiao Lin's last sentence.

"I'm talking about the past." Xiao Lin reiterated the key words in the last sentence again.

Wang Shen and Liang Zichen both stared at Xiao Lin intently. The amount of information in the facts that Xiao Lin stated today is too much.

"Just yesterday, I got the key to Han Mo's house." When Xiao Lin said this, the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised.