Bai Shuang made a cup of coffee, gently blew on the hot air, and stared intently at the computer screen.

On the screen is a person's microblog. The latest Weibo message posted by this person is four words "poor health". This Weibo was posted by the Weibo owner a month and a half ago, and so far, no new Weibo has appeared.

Bai Shuang has almost developed a habit of going to the unit every morning, and the first thing he does when he turns on the Internet is to refresh this person's Weibo. I hope to see the latest Weibo, but to his disappointment, it is always these four words floating on the top, and his health is not good.

"It's almost deadline." Someone behind him was talking.

Listening to the voice, Bai Shuang knew that the opponent was coming. This old boy's name is Liang Jie, nicknamed the local tyrant Liang. Two years ago, he somehow stepped on shit luck and signed an emotional writer who was still unknown at the time, and as a result, one of this writer's works became popular all over the country, and now he has become an industry giant, and the local tyrant Liang also took the opportunity to take the opportunity to take the position as the responsible editor, making a lot of money and becoming a legend in the publishing industry.

The local tyrant Liang entered the peak period of career development, and signed several potential writers in a row, with more and more yards, and private cars were bought. Bai Shuang especially didn't like to see such a person, and said behind his back that he was a villain, and this word somehow reached the ears of the local tyrant Liang, and the two had a grudge, and when they met, they mocked each other and didn't deal with each other.

Bai Shuang also recently signed a particularly powerful new generation of writers, and in a situation where everyone is not optimistic, once his novel is published, it actually catches fire and burns, becoming another superstar writer sought after by millions of fans. The series of novels was reprinted and published, and hundreds of thousands of copies were distributed, which is a very terrible number for newcomers. Don't look at the large number of people in China, there are many people who usually read online novels with their mobile phones, but when it comes to original works by local authors, the sales volume is very low, 30,000 copies is considered a big seller, and what is the concept of publishing hundreds of thousands of copies? And that number is growing, and is expected to exceed one million copies.

The few powerful writers under the command of the local tyrant Liang can't reach this number when they are tied together.

The local tyrant Liang saw it in his eyes and hated it in his heart, and now that he saw that something had happened, Bai Shuang looked depressed, and he became more and more proud, just watching there and laughing.

The writer signed by Bai Shuang agreed that the manuscript of the third part of the series of novels was originally delivered a month ago. But now more than half a month has passed the time agreed in the contract. The person couldn't get through the phone, didn't get on QQ, didn't reply to the email, only left a sentence on Weibo "poor health", and then played the world and disappeared without a trace.

The writer's name is Liu Yang, and his pen name is an unrestrained programmer. The theme of this series of novels is thriller and suspense, and the name is "Hades".

Bai Shuang is now in a state of confusion, this novel has a great impact in China, and the society has already done all the publicity related to the third part, and a lot of publicity money has been invested in the early stage, and the posters are generally bookstores of all sizes. If the novel is not published on time, the damage caused is incalculable.

He was very depressed and felt unlucky, his blind cat was lucky to meet such a dead mouse, but he got such a result. This Liu Yang is too tricky, why don't you leave a message for me, the editor-in-charge, what happened, and have an explanation. It's good now, the world has evaporated, and there is no one to live or die.

Now Liu Yang's Weibo has millions of fans, and this last Weibo is "not in good health", and the following netizens have left more than 20,000 messages. Bai Shuang looked at it slightly, some expressed blessings, some gloated, some sprayed each other, and some loyal fans did an analysis party to analyze the whereabouts of gossip Liu Yang.

Liu Yang's novels are very distinctive, he is a writer who is very good at controlling suspense, and each novel will use interlocking structures and complex and changeable routines to advance the plot suspense and create a huge horror labyrinth with text. Everyone who reads his novels can't help but fall into this trap, and when you react, you can't help but fall into the swamp of words.

Bai Shuang sighed, closed Weibo, and picked up the first half of the third part of the printed "Hades". This was transmitted by Liu Yang two months ago, and the second half became a mystery with his disappearance. This draft, Bai Shuang has read back and forth many times, and the first half is written about Liu Yang following a group of travel friends to the Japanese Kwantung Army base to explore the secrets of the underworld, and the plot stopped abruptly at the most critical moment.

He tapped his fingers on the table, and a strange thought came to his mind, if Liu Yang really disappeared and never came back, it would be better to find a writer to make a gun and finish this manuscript, it would be the same.

At this time, a colleague came to inform me that there was an editorial meeting at nine o'clock. Bai Shuang was very worried, and when she heard the meeting, she was even more brainy. He didn't work much in the morning, so he drank his coffee one bite at a time, and went to the conference room with his book and pen with the editors.

The meeting was held by Lao Chang, the director of the editorial room, and when he saw that everyone had arrived, he put the teapot aside, pushed his glasses, and first asked: "Xiaobai, do you have any news about Liu Yang over there?" ”

Bai Shuang smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Young people, don't sit there and wait." The director lectured him.

"Hey, hey." Someone laughed unscrupulously, it was the local tyrant Liang.

Bai Shuang's face was red and his ears were red, and this laughter was like a needle pricked in his heart.

Lao Chang motioned for everyone to be quiet and said: "This meeting is aimed at Liu Yang's problem, as we all know, his new novel is only half written, and our propaganda work has been completed." This operation club attaches great importance to it, and even the boss has said hello, and let me tell you that we have sold the film and television rights of "Hades". ”

Everyone present gasped, film and television copyright?! Everyone looked at Bai Shuang naked with jealousy.

In addition, Taiwanese traditional Chinese, Vietnamese copyright, and European and American English versions are also being discussed, so there is no need to talk about the status of this novel. Therefore, it is the focus of Liu Yang's recent work to let Liu Yang deliver the manuscript quickly, not only to deliver the manuscript, but also to ensure the quality of the manuscript, at least to ensure his previous level. ”

Speaking of this, Lao Chang looked at the dejected Bai Shuang: "We already have Liu Yang's whereabouts here." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked, and Bai Shuang looked at the director with wide eyes. Lao Chang said with a smile: "Just two days ago, Liu Yang's father took the initiative to contact the club and apologized for the delay. ”

"Where is Liu Yang now?" Bai Shuang couldn't help but ask.

Chang Chang hesitated for a moment before saying, "He's in a psychiatric hospital." ”

This news is even more amazing than just now, and all the editors look at each other. Who can't believe their ears, this cutting-edge writer, who has just shown signs of a fire, is mentally ill?

As the old saying goes, "Don't get me wrong. Liu Yang is just an early stage of mental paranoia, some autism, not too serious mental illness, and now it is just closed recuperation. According to his father, the recovery was quick. Oh, by the way, this news is kept secret, no one can leak it, and when the time comes, something will happen to the individual. ”

"Closed for recuperation, then he can't write his manuscript?" Tuhao Liang deliberately asked such a question, disgusting Bai Shuang.

Lao Chang said: "The second half of Liu Yang's manuscript has been written, in other words, the book is finished." Now I just don't know where the manuscript is, even his family doesn't know. Xiaobai, this task is entrusted to you, I will give you a week's time, you and Liu Yang strive for communication, and get the manuscript. Otherwise, you will come to see you. ”

The director's cold joke, the editors laughed at the occasion.

Bai Shuang breathed a sigh of relief, as long as you don't go missing, even if you are at the end of the earth, I have to arrest you back.

The director talked about something else and then adjourned. After the meeting, Bai Shuang was left to remind him that he must be attentive, and said that his main task now is to recover the remaining manuscripts, and he does not have to stick to the fixed time of work.

Bai Shuang returned to the table and knocked on the table, feeling that this matter was also quite tricky. What he thought about the most was a very realistic question, why did Liu Yang go to a psychiatric hospital?

In recent years, there have been many writers who write suspense thrillers, and they are all over the street. It may be that writing such things will affect the mental state to a greater or lesser extent, but I have never heard of anyone who writes about themselves as collapsed.

His gaze involuntarily fell on the first half of the manuscript of the third part of "Hades", hoping that he could read between the lines something he didn't know.

After watching it for a long time, he decided to ask his good friend for help and complete this matter together.

Bai Shuang's friend is called Xu Dazhi, a man at the age of thirty-seven or eighteen, when he was mixed in the writing circle in his early years, he has not yet made his debut. With the vicissitudes of time, he has changed from a high-spirited young man to a devastated monster. After the divorce, it hit him even harder. He is now very depressed, has no job, is at home every day, and only relies on contacts from a long time ago, occasionally writing for magazines, and earning some living expenses.

Xu Dazhi and Bai Shuang met at a pen meeting, and it can be said that they hit it off at first sight. Although the two have very different personalities, their deep thinking about some things is very compatible, and they hit it off and can talk about it very well.

Bai Shuang knows that this old friend is very powerful, although he doesn't write much now, Xu Dazhi has a very high sensitivity to words, and his thinking logic is particularly strong, and he can often interpret some information behind the text that ordinary people can't find.

Sometimes Bai Shuang feels that he is not a writer, but a master of decryption, specializing in deciphering text codes.

The two met in a small restaurant, and the bearded Xu Dazhi chewed peanuts and drank small roast, while listening to Bai Shuang's description of the cause and effect.

When listening, Xu Dazhi drank wine and didn't speak. After speaking, he said: "Lao Bai, you are Liu Yang's editor-in-charge, in your feelings, what kind of writer do you think he is?" ”

Bai Shuang was not angry: "I asked you to come, did you listen to me live in vain?" Tell me what kind of writer he is. ”

Xu Dazhi took a sip of the wine in his glass and said slowly: "I have also been in this circle for more than ten years, and I have seen not a thousand or eight hundred writers, but I have never seen Liu Yang like this." He's a ......," Xu Dazhi pondered for a moment and said, "It's a very scary, frightening writer. ”

"How?"

"Do you know what one of the scariest abilities a writer is?" Xu Dazhi asked rhetorically.