My book friend Long Aotian

Chapter 2 is discontinued! I'm going to discontinue updating!

Shouts and cries of killing were heard everywhere. I don't know how many people surrounded the area. Fires appeared everywhere, torches were waving like fireflies, gongs and drums were beating, and the murderous intention went straight to the sky. Birds were startled and flew in panic. Dogs barked wildly. The originally quiet cold night was filled with noise and disturbance.

In a nearby residential building, a couple who were awakened pushed their curious child back into bed: "Don't go out! The constables from the government are catching the bad guys!"

Obviously not.

Because the shouts echoing in the night sky are somewhat filled with personal grudges.

"Capture the old dog Tyrant alive!"

"Put him in a dark cell and write it down!"

Name and address.

And the purpose is clear.

Mr. Chen's face immediately changed.

After all, he was just a small website owner who kept to himself and had never experienced the dilemma of being implicated by his writers and having the supervisory department directly parachuted into the company to carry out work.

He'll get used to it later.

Now he just wanted to run back home and hide. After taking a few steps, he finally remembered that the "author" was still outside the door, so he turned around and shouted, "Sir, please..."

But he found that "Mr. Tyrant" had already disappeared without a trace.

"...This dead man ran really fast!"

He stayed for a moment, then stuffed the manuscript in his hand into his arms, hurriedly closed the door, leaned against it, suppressed his fear, and was extremely confused for a moment, not knowing how he had attracted the three shifts of yamen runners.

"…Who has set their sights on my business? Or has this old thief been dragging his feet, causing public outrage and even the people in the government office can't stand it anymore?"

While Mr. Chen was daydreaming, he suddenly listened carefully and discovered a problem.

"No..." he muttered, "There was such a big commotion, but no further action was taken. It seems like they were deliberately reminding them of their location..."

Meanwhile, the street nearby.

"What the hell is wrong with your people?!"

With a long sword on her waist, fast boots on her feet and a black cloak fluttering in the wind, a young woman dressed as a police chief has murderous eyes and is furious.

"I have finally obtained the intelligence and laid a trap in order to catch the shameless old thief Ba Tian on the spot today. Therefore, I ordered the yamen runners to spread out in all directions and hide carefully, just to catch him off guard. Now you are beating the gongs and drums, isn't it a clear sign that he is ambushed?"

Another middle-aged constable with narrowed eyes and a mustache looked amiable. He was obviously a veteran in the government. He smiled and said, "Sir, Lin County is a small place. The runners and soldiers are all filthy people who eat for free. They are not useful. How can they be compared with the Six Gates Constables? They are eager for merit, disobey orders, and act on their own. I will whip them severely when I get back!"

The female captain looked at the cotton-like chief of Lin County, and a flash of anger flashed in her eyes.

She sneered, and without saying a word, she walked away quickly with the knife in hand.

"This little bitch, relying on her background in the Six Gates, bosses us around."

A constable approached the head of the police and whispered, "And they asked us to arrest the old thief Ba Tian... Pah, they dare not arrest notorious thieves, gangster bosses, and evil followers of the evil sects, but they actually arrest the writer of the book. How shameless!"

The captain glanced at his subordinate and said, "You did a good job."

The constable nodded and smiled, "That old villain Batian has accumulated good fortune. People in our yamen love to read the stories he wrote. If he was thrown into prison, where would they go to read the refreshing story of Long Zhantian pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger? Even for this reason, everyone will show mercy. It's just a small matter to beat the gongs and drums outside to scare him away."

"Very good." The captain whispered, "When you rush in and pretend, tell your brothers to be more careful and alert. After entering, the first thing to do is to find the fourth volume of "Legend of the Imperial Battle of Heaven." Upon hearing this, the constable's eyes lit up, rubbed his hands together, and smiled softly, "Sir, after you finish reading, can you let your subordinates have a good time first..."

"You should wait for two days..." The captain lowered his voice, "The county magistrate will also want to see it."

The constable was shocked and said, "This county magistrate is a scholar, a man of elegance. Yesterday he even scolded Mr. Batian for his nonsense..."

"Shut up..." the captain whispered, "This is what the old thief Batian meant by 'tsundere'..."

The constable suddenly realized, "The word tsundere can also be used to describe a man... But then again, this old thief Tyrant is indeed quite knowledgeable. Apart from anything else, the word tsundere is really descriptive..."

"Who says it isn't?"

The head constable sighed, "If it weren't for this girl's aggressive approach, it would actually be a good thing to arrest the old thief Ba Tian and put him in jail. If he were in our hands, and we treated him well, and put a branding iron and chili water beside him, he might write faster. He only publishes one volume every two months, and we are really anxious waiting for him..."

The constable said jokingly, "Your Excellency is wise. In my opinion, if we catch the old thief Ba Tian, ​​we should first let him go hungry for two meals, then lock him in the woodshed and tie him up with wolfhounds. If he tries to run, they will bite him. If he doesn't write, he won't have any food!"

"Hey, that makes sense. If it falls into the hands of the masters, we will not allow this guy to be lazy. With the skills of people in our government, we must make him write a full 1,500 words a day... No, 2,000 words is not enough!"

When the detective heard his superior say this, he was trying to please the old thief, and he was also annoyed by the fact that he had been dragging his feet for too long, so he actively offered a suggestion: "There is no need to force him blindly. If he is stubborn, it will be bad. In my opinion, this matter still needs to be dealt with by coercion and inducement."

"Oh?" The arrest operation tonight was just a formality. On duty in the cold night, it was a tough job. Joking with a capable subordinate was also a way to have fun. The head of the police said happily, "What's the plan?"

The constable replied with a sly smile: "The prison shackles and wolfhounds are coercion. As for bribery... that's easy. For example, if he can finish writing in one day..."

At this point, the constable paused, gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, and made a bold assumption: "For example, if he writes a thousand words a day, he will be given food. If he writes fifteen hundred words, he can sleep with an extra quilt at night. If he writes two thousand words, then good wine and good meat are of course not to mention. If he can even write three thousand words a day... then he can get a girl!"

Upon hearing this, the captain of the police imagined this scene.

When I thought about seeing an update of 3,000 words in one day, I couldn't help but laugh and exclaimed that it was wonderful.

The two readers within the system exchanged some tips on urging for updates and nodded repeatedly.

Thinking about how the old villain Batian was detained in prison by them and had no way out and could only write books, I felt extremely refreshed. I didn't feel the slightest bit of guilt for misusing public resources for personal gain and arresting good people.

——After all, that thief always says "wait for the next volume to explain" at the critical moment. He is like this in every volume. He is simply a dog-like person. Even if he is punished by heaven, it is the retribution he deserves.

What's more, it's just a change of creative environment for him... Think about it, letting him write books in a public place for free, with civil servants serving him, isn't this a small blessing! ?
The two laughed for a while, and the captain suddenly hesitated: "Three thousand words a day, isn't that a bit too much?"

He pondered, "I remember he complained in the 'Author's Words' at the end of the second volume, saying that writing a book is difficult, that it takes a lot of effort, ingenuity in planning, and transcribing every word, and blood and sweat in the words, to achieve results, so I ask readers to recommend this book to friends and relatives... Although I don't understand it, but when I think about it carefully, it should be true. Writing a book is indeed not easy. Forcing him to write 3,000 words a day, will he be exhausted to death?"

The constable had always been very friendly with him, so he just grinned and said, "Sir, we are both daydreaming here in the middle of the night, and you are worried about the old thief Tyrant... We don't even know who he is."

The two looked at each other, sighed at the same time, and looked up at the sky at the same time.

"Yes."

"I hope I won't scare him this time. I'm still waiting to read the next volume..."

"Probably... not."

At the same time, in the alley under the moon, a man was fleeing in a hurry.

"I'm going to stop updating!"

(End of this chapter)