novel......

When everyone looks back on the past, there are a few difficult things to talk about: for example, when I was a child, I asked the girl in the next class why she didn’t pee standing and pretended but was exposed, or wrote those sad sentences in the corner of the book.

If we now regain the account we used back then, log in to the QQ space that we have not used for ten years, and see the status and messages we have written, we will probably pull our hair in awkward way.

And writing novels... seems to be the same.

"Haha--The Joker...game?"

Is this book that doesn't sound very attractive? Is it really written by me?

Just a year ago, I was secretly writing this kind of thing.

In my memory, a figure who was typing on the keyboard in front of the computer seemed to appear hazy. What was I thinking at that time?

Don't care.

Writing novels is not something that can support one's livelihood, it is not a fixed job, there is no salary slip, creation requires inspiration and talent. With the support of all this, there are no five insurances and one fund.

Now I am almost 30 years old, I am already in my thirties, have a family, a wife, and everything I should have at my age.

And among these things, it is obvious that there is no place for "novel".

“I won’t write anymore…”

I remember that before getting married, my family had a long talk with me, and finally, I said so.

The moment I said this, I suddenly felt that writing novels did not seem so attractive.

After all, I'm married... and her...

At this moment, I naturally thought of her.

My wife...a cute person who has a bit of a temper and is magical to find a little gentleness in her irritability.

On the eve of the wedding...

"Do you have any wishes?" I asked. I had a birthday once a year, and there shouldn't be too many weddings in my life. So in terms of quantity, the wishes made at the wedding should be more effective than the wishes made at the candle.

She was still sorting out the wedding dress she needed to wear tomorrow, so she didn't look at me directly. In fact, her eyes wouldn't always focus on me. Occasionally, I touched her eyes. Her eyes and expressions were a little cold, with ice chips, but there was always an inadvertent light in the ice chips.

"I hope you can do what you like to do..." Her tone was also careless.

"Haha, I'm doing what I like to do." I said with a smile.

When I go to work, get off work, eat, sleep, and occasionally look forward to drinking some wine. This is the life of the people around me, and I am naturally not that special person... so I should also like these.

She straightened the cuffs of the wedding dress and glanced at me inadvertently again. My heart trembled, although I don’t know why this happened.

"I'll be very tired tomorrow, go to bed early."

"Um."

At this time, according to the TV series, she should say something like "I love you", but I don't expect that. Even if she says it, I will probably follow it up, "I know."

That's it, we're together...

What after that...

After that, I became what everyone expected and envied. I was perfectly integrated with my colleagues, family, traffic on the street, breakfast shops, and lights at night. Just like the countless people in this city, it was similar and so tightly. When I squeezed into the bus, it seemed like in the blink of an eye, I was submerged, like a drop of rain that had penetrated into the sea. When I returned to the sea, the rain was no longer rain and I could no longer find any trace.

After that, I only remember life, and the rest...

Just like Zhou Yan at this moment...

In the early morning, he opened his sleepy eyes. He didn't know when he started, but he no longer liked to sleep in.

He used to be at the detective agency at noon every day, but has not been late for a long time.

He began to sort out the case records, carefully fill out the investigation report, and spent 2 hours a day to read the detective network, and then carefully recorded the case numbers that might be taken over.

After washing up, he took the bus...the same road, but the world is no longer the same.

About a month ago, a big incident happened in the entire federal government, and 20 people with obvious antisocial tendencies committed suicide.

Their death brought a channel to the Federation to vent its dissatisfaction, and these dissatisfactions were like sparks of fire.

Over the past month, strikes, parades, and unscrupulous reports from various media have reached an unsuppressible level. Although society is still operating, it is no longer as easy and freehand as it used to be.

On this basis, the large-scale escape of Haimen Prison gave the federal government a blow, because Haimen Prison is the highest-standard super prison in the entire federal government. If it is lost, what else can the Federation take to prove that it can protect the people in this world?

What is our job for?

What are our taxes for?

When the federal people have no guarantee of work, study, and life, what will the government use to maintain the inner peace of these people?

As it turns out, the Federation cannot be brought out, at least it cannot be taken out for the time being. All of this world is trapped in the cracks between chaos and continuing to operate...

Ring~Ring~Ring~

The wind chime of Xiyan Detective Agency began to remember, and Zhou Yan walked in.

As usual, Lin Xi was still sitting behind her desk. This workaholic seemed to have forced herself to a high-intensity working state after the "collective jumping off the building" incident, and even moved the coffee machine to a place within her reach.

Zhou Yan didn't know when she got home from get off work, nor did she know when she came to work, or... she had never left.

"Why do you have to force yourself into this? It's not your fault for those people's death... The whole world can't stop them." Zhou Yan once asked Lin Xi this way.

"Detectives always have to protect this world. If I die one day, in heaven or below, I see my bastard father, he knows that under my protection, the world will become like this, and when I beat him up, I will be embarrassed to do my best..."

This is Lin Xi's answer, but Zhou Yan knew that she was just blaming herself.

New Year... One month after New Year's Day, the world is about to be the biggest festival.

In this month, Zhou Yan was once again promoted to a detective at the level of [Ren] with the recommendation of [DIT], becoming the fastest-promoted newcomer of this century.

But so what...

"Click~"

A light sound.

Zhou Yan took out the lighter and lit a cigarette. The spicy smell slowly filled his chest, making his mind a little more energetic.
Chapter completed!