External Office - Deputy Team Leader's Office

After pushing the door in, Wang Yao was shocked to find that Lin Xia was also there.

"Deputy Team Leader." Wang Yao never called He Ying that, so naturally he didn't say this. Zhang Qing said: "The task you said ...... Something to do with Lin Xia? ”

"Almost." He Ying leaned lazily in the seat, her slender legs wrapped in black stockings were on the table, and her high heels were barely hooked on her toes, swaying and shaking, without the majesty of the deputy team leader.

She straightened up, picked up a document and threw it to Lin Xia, then retracted it and said to Wang Yao: "This mission is carried out by Lin Xia and you. Okay, let's go, don't disturb my sleep. ”

Go to bed? Wang Yao raised his eyebrows and looked carefully. Sure enough, I saw He Ying's tired face, and there were traces of saliva on the side of her pink lips.

Suddenly, in Wang Yao's heart, He Ying's cold queenly temperament collapsed.

"Collaboration again." Coming out of the office and going to the garage to pick up the car, Lin Xia smiled very strongly. "You superhero want that little brother."

"What's that?" , Wang Yao squinted at Lin Xia and entered the elevator together.

"That's it...... It is...... Pull! That's right, pull and pull little brother. ”

When he came to the garage, Lin Xia opened the door, and what made Wang Yao speechless was that he was still driving the van that picked him up.

Getting into the car, Wang Yao looked around with embarrassment. Time has passed, and I boarded the car again. It feels completely different.

A few hundred meters from the grocery store, a dirt road connects from the road and extends deep into the woods. At the end of the dirt road is a dilapidated storehouse. Morning glory vines snake their way over it, giving this plank storeroom a protective color.

The door of the storeroom shook a few times, and a spider fled on eight legs.

Squeak-

Suddenly, the door opened automatically, and a van drove out of it. After the car left, the door closed again.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, no one would have believed it.

"What's the mission?" Wang Yao asked.

The folder was handed over, Wang Yao opened it and looked at it, and a few lines of text jumped on the paper.

Action Number: C7-2-10793

Source: Fang Wenbiao, male, 37 years old, slightly bald, Hebei accent. The target is located in the Beijing Huilongguan Psychiatric Hospital.

Description: The individual was admitted to a psychiatric hospital by his parents on 08/01/2013 and diagnosed as a person with delusional disorder. The reason is that the individual thinks that the world is a book, that he is the author, and that he is the protagonist of the book.

The details are to be investigated by the Special Commissioner.

"Really?" Wang Yao asked incredulously. After reading this document, he had a feeling that his three views were collapsing.

"That's a real deal." Lin Xia replied. "When I used to be on a mission, I always questioned the truth and falsehood, and then I was slapped in the face a lot. Develop the habit of never arbitrarily judging the authenticity of the case without a clear investigation. ”

Dozens of minutes later, Wang Yao and the others arrived at the destination of their trip, a psychiatric hospital.

In front of the hospital, Lin Xia showed his police ID to the security guard. After the gate opened, he started the car, turned to the parking area, and explained to Wang Yao: "When you go out to perform tasks, you must always have a good identity. It is useless for you to tell them that you are a special department of the state, the National Security Service. This is too far away from their common people, and no one believes it. In general, the identities of police officers and journalists are sufficient.

The two got out of the car and walked into the yard. In the hospital, you can see some patients in blue and white hospital gowns walking or sitting on chairs, muttering something to themselves.

"You are comrades of the police." At the door, the long-awaited director walked over to greet him. "I'm the director here, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Where is Fang Wenbiao? Please lead the way. Lin Xia had a righteous and awe-inspiring tone, and the rapid change made Wang Yao stunned.

The director led Wang Yao and the others into the main building, complaining as they spoke: "Don't mention it." This guy was fine when he first arrived, so we put him in a normal room. As a result, I don't know how to get it, he ...... He actually said that he had moved several other patients in the dormitory and went crazy with him. Now we're locked up in a critical care room. That's it, and it's clamoring, saying that it's going to make us miserable. ”

Wang Yao and Lin Xia, who were walking behind him, glanced at each other, and they both saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

The world is a book, and we are going to meet the author of this book now. It's really strange.

Three-story corridor with sealed iron doors on both sides. The director led Wang Yao and the others to an iron door near the end of the corridor, and took out the key to open it.

"You wait at the door, lock the door, we'll call you after we ask." Entering the room, Lin Xia said to the director.

Wang Yao, who had entered first, looked here. In a room of about 10 square meters, all sharp objects, such as the corners of the table, are covered with cloth, and the windows are surrounded by iron bars.

The light was ok and the room was very clean.

A figure in a patient gown was restrained on the bed, with a cloth on its mouth. After seeing Wang Yao come in, he couldn't stop whimpering and struggling.

Wang Yao stepped forward and pulled the cloth off his mouth.

"Why are you here?"

The first sentence surprised Wang Yao, he knew that he was coming?!

"You know we're coming?" Lin Xia took out a voice recorder and asked.

"Of course! I'm the author, you guys are what I wrote! ”

"You wrote it?" Lin Xia looked for a stool to no avail, so he could only stand by the bed and ask.

"You're just a character in my novel, and your presence is just to get me out of here."

"Then tell me who we are and what our names are." Wang Yao on the side said. "Since we were written by you."

"How the do I know. Would you have put the name of the dragon in the novel? ”

Lin Xia raised his forehead, tilted his head and said helplessly: "You come and ask, let's leave after asking." He already had a judgment in his mind.

Wang Yao responded, thought for a moment, and said to Wen Biao: "Since you are the author, why are you still arrested here." ”

"I'm lazy." He Wenbiao replied. "There is no outline, you can write wherever you want."

"You say you're the author, but what about the words you write?"

"Hold it in your head as a manuscript." He Wenbiao's arm struggled, as if he wanted to point to his head.

"Why don't you write an exaggeration, a superhero or an alien to save you, so that more people will watch it?"

"Did you get kicked in the head by a donkey?" He Wenbiao's emotions suddenly became extremely excited, and he scolded: "**Which realistic novel has I ever seen that writes about the plot of an alien invasion of the earth that suddenly popped out!" ”

was scolded, Wang Yao surprisingly did not have the slightest anger. Instead, I want to laugh. He held up a finger: "One last question." ”

"Since you are the author, who are we."

He Wenbiao, who was tired of scolding, took a few breaths: "You write, you write novels, will you waste pen and ink on a dragon suit, and you also need to introduce his appearance, personality, family address, date of birth?" Please, readers won't read it. ”

"Who are the readers?"

"Didn't you say that's the last question!

"Okay...... I'm fine. Wang Yao said.

Click.

Lin Xia pressed off the recorder and put it into his ** pocket. "Let's go."

"Hey, hey! You two little bunnies get me out of here! I'm the author! I'm the author! ”

Wang Yao and the two went out, and the director locked the iron door with his backhand. The excellent soundproofing suddenly quieted the hallway, and only the footsteps of the three people remained.

was sent to the door, Wang Yao refused the director's retention, and leisurely scattered in the courtyard.

"That's the day-to-day life of a special correspondent in the External Office." Lin Xia said. "It's not too dangerous to do it. Of course, you'll have to be unlucky enough to run into dangerous missions. ”

On the side of the path, a mentally ill man crouched under a tree, holding his head still. Hearing Lin Xia's words, Wang Yao looked away from him, nodded in agreement, and said, "I have experienced, not only is it not dangerous, but it is also very interesting." ”

"Wow, you don't think that external offices are all this kind of tasks, do you?" Lin Xia shouted exaggeratedly. Attracted the attention of the doctor not far away, and hurried over.

Maybe Wang Yao and the others are mentally ill people who change into ordinary clothes?

"You're lucky, it's not a difficult task at all. Some of the tasks are so tedious that you almost want to kill yourself. ”

"Speaking of which, Wang Yao, do you still have ...... Half a month, right? What are you going to do with it. Going to Japan to take care of that little Lori? As the only friend at the base other than Zhang Qing, Lin Xia naturally knew something about Wang Yao.

"Nope." Wang Yao said. I'm going to build on my strength and try to get to the next level before I get in.

"You're really hardworking."

"If you don't fight, you'll die." Wang Yao smiled bitterly, he looked at the person under the tree again, and found that at some point, there was an extra patient. He stood behind the crouching patient, his hands on his shoulders, and puffed out.

"Two gentlemen over there." The doctor came over and complained, "Please speak quietly, don't scare the patient." ”

"I'm sorry." Wang Yao apologized and stopped the doctor who was about to leave: "That ......" He pointed to the two people under the tree: "What are they doing?" ”

"They, always." The doctor looked like he didn't care. "One thinks he's a stone, and the other thinks he's a toad lying on a stone. There was one who thought he was a creek and hadn't come over yet. ”