A week later.

Tonghai City Airport.

The black sedan went straight through the parking lot, turned right onto a sidewalk and drove to the end, stopping in front of the gate of a white building.

Lin Zhihui pushed the door and got out of the car, and two airport security guards greeted him and led him into the waiting hall through the VIP passage.

In this event, in addition to the top 10 authors and four family members of the Startpoint website, there are also five editors and one executor, a total of 20 people.

When Lin Zhihui arrived, the others had been waiting for a long time, and when they saw him push the door and walk in, the room suddenly became quiet. Before he could speak, a man with black-rimmed glasses and a messy head of hair stood up suddenly.

"Didn't you say that only diamond authors are eligible to participate in this event, why did he appear here when he didn't even sign a contract?"

As soon as these words came out, the air became more and more dull, and everyone present looked at each other with different expressions. Lin Zhihui was expressionless, and the black-framed glasses seemed to want to say something, and the young man sitting next to him stood up, patted him on the shoulder, and pulled the person out.

The door closed gently behind Lin Zhihui.

"Don't care, this guy's grades have dropped sharply this year, and he has lost a lot of readers, and he is in a bad mood, so he just uses the topic to play, you must not take it to heart. An author with a flat head stood up and smiled at Lin Zhihui.

Another author with a round face and white fat, like a steamed bun, also said in a joking tone: "I'll just say, I obviously bought economy class, why can I enjoy the treatment of first class, it turns out that it is all stained with your light." ”

A few people also laughed, with these two people playing a round, the air in the room suddenly eased, and Lin Zhihui also smiled, and did not take the little episode just now to heart.

Although the others were not too enthusiastic, the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

Fortunately, the wait was not long, and soon they boarded the plane.

Lin Zhihui's seat was by the window in the front row of the cabin, relatively quiet, and sitting next to him was Chu Qianning, who was one of the entourages this time.

Receiving the fluttering backpack on the luggage rack, Lin Zhihui was just about to turn around and sit down, a man walked by, the two looked at each other, the man smiled at him and nodded, with a kind expression.

Lin Zhihui recognized that the other party was the person who persuaded the black-framed glasses just now, so he also nodded.

"Which author is he?" Lin Zhihui sat down and asked Chu Qianning next to him. Of the nine, only four or five of them could match the number.

"His name is Qiu Shi, he is an editor, not an author, he is much older than me, and he is the executor of this event. Chu Qianning continued, "Chuangdian will launch a lot of author benefits every year, all of which are planned and hosted by him. ”

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Arriving in Hanoi, the group drove another hour to the reserved resort, and by the time they were all settled, it was already 8 p.m.

At dinner, Qiu Shi briefly explained the itinerary of the past few days. Tomorrow morning for a meeting, and then there is free time, individuals can combine at will, play on their own, and then tell everyone to pay attention to local customs, take care of their personal safety, and contact him as soon as possible in case of emergency. On the last day of the event, assemble at the resort at 10 am and depart for the airport.

A meal was eaten with a meal, and when it was over, it was 10 o'clock in the evening.

However, since it is a vacation, everyone will naturally not go back to the room to rest so early, outside the resort is a lush market, just walked all the way, and saw that it was very lively outside, and there were all kinds of street performances. All the people left the restaurant and went out into the street in groups to enjoy the night view.

Chu Qianning followed Lin Zhihui out of the resort, but found that he was walking in the opposite direction, and couldn't help but say strangely: "Where are you going? Everyone went over there." ”

Lin Zhihui is in the mood to visit any night market, near this resort, there is a temple. According to the information, Song Ning seems to have been there, and he plans to try his luck and see if he can find anything to search.

Hearing Lin Zhihui say that he was going to visit the temple, Chu Qianning stood on the side of the road and glanced at his companion who had already walked away, and turned around and walked forward with him without hesitation.

Lin Zhihui didn't say anything to stop him, he didn't want to involve Chu Qianning in this matter, so he didn't plan to reveal half a word.

The three of them had already arrived in Hanoi before him, and they were looking for clues separately, and he was responsible for searching the surrounding places, and that small temple could actually be visited or not. Even if you can find any clues, it is estimated that it will not be useful, and there should be no accidents.

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The temple was indeed very small, with only three rooms in the front and back, with a small courtyard. If it is in China, at best, it is the grade of the land temple on the edge of the village.

However, it can be seen that this temple is indeed some years old, and the architecture and decoration are quite ancient. In addition to the five or six young monks in it, there is only one gray-haired old monk, whose status should be equivalent to that of the abbot in the temple.

The time was late, and the small temple no longer received pilgrims, but after Lin Zhihui donated a thick pile of sesame oil money, he was welcomed into the main hall by two monks.

Under the guise of collecting materials, Lin Zhihui asked the old monk to tell some strange things, and the older the better.

The old monk also seemed very interested, and after serving two cups of tea, he opened the topic.

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"I don't even know, you still know Vietnamese. Taking advantage of the pause in the middle of the old monk to replenish his water, Chu Qianning leaned into Lin Zhihui's ear and said in a low voice.

"Didn't I tell you?" Lin Zhihui raised his eyebrows slightly, picked up the tea and took a sip, and said seriously, "I am proficient in many Chinese, this is a talent." ”

Chu Qianning didn't believe it, but at this time, it was difficult to get to the bottom of it, so she had to pout her lips and give him a roll of her eyes.

Lin Zhihui didn't feel any pain, he naturally couldn't say it, this was because before he came, he left him a few translation symbols, as long as he held it in his hand and stimulated it with aura, he could understand any language, the time could last for two hours, and he could communicate without barriers. It is said that this is a product made by the Celestial Manufacturing Division to facilitate communication between the worlds.

In order to satisfy the donor, the old monk kept saying that Chu Qianning was not good at always interrupting, asked Lin Zhihui to translate, and insisted on sitting for a while, then he felt bored, got up and slipped outside the courtyard to enjoy the moonlight.

In the house, under the deliberate guidance of Lin Zhi, he soon heard a strange thing related to the Chinese people from the mouth of the old monk.

The story is very simple, that year there was a strange thing in the neighborhood, there were often children lost inexplicably at night, and then someone would see a monster that looked like a dog, holding the child's clothes, at that time, the family was in danger, fearing that the child would be harmed, so they sent the children to the temple, and begged the monks for help.