In an affordable restaurant near the Trist Detective Agency.

The positioning of these restaurants is actually a bit awkward, because the truly poor, those who earn just enough to make ends meet, will not come to restaurants to consume.

But rich people look down on restaurants of this level.

Only people like Trist, a small group of people between rich and poor, would come to such restaurants to solve their stomach problems.

It feels like a person drinking while standing and wearing a long gown.

“It tastes okay.”

In front of Lu Ban was a large bowl of plain noodles with only a tiny bit of minced meat and a hint of oil in it, but it cost ten yuan. According to Trist, an ordinary rickshaw driver could earn fifty yuan in a full day, which was indeed unaffordable.

“It’s delicious!”

There was the same noodles in front of Xiaya, but she ate even faster. Lu Ban had just finished half of it, but she had even finished the soup.

"Mr. Drizzt, you are such a good man."

Xia thanked the other party sincerely.

"It's okay, it's okay."

Trist laughed and moved his body slightly to cover the restaurant's price list, then quietly put the menu on the next table and hid it.

Trist's intuition told him that it would be better not to tell them that this was the cheapest thing here.

"Wait a minute, I'm a little curious, these noodles are made of wheat, right?"

Lu Ban slurped the noodles and suddenly felt a little bit of insect PTSD.

"What else?"

Drizzt didn't understand.

"Even if it's a bug, it's so delicious, so it shouldn't matter."

Xia said from the side.

"insect?"

Drizzt looked at the girl beside him and felt that she seemed to be having a hard time.

After eating the noodles, Lu Ban felt very satisfied. He is a person who is content with what he has.

"Shall we go to the publishing house first?"

Drizzt asked again.

"no problem!"

The publishing house is also on the Fourth Ring Road, on the other side of the city.

"This is also the Fourth Ring Road, but there are differences between different areas. Where I live is considered average in the Fourth Ring Road. The east side of the Fourth Ring Road has the worst public security. There is a gang headquarters there. The publishing house is in the best location in the Fourth Ring Road."

Drizzt explained.

"Then why doesn't the publishing house just settle in the wealthy area of ​​the Third Ring Road?"

Shia asked curiously.

"Because not all people in the publishing house are rich. Those who distribute newspapers, do odd jobs, clean up, and print are all ordinary people. Some editors are also from outside the Fourth Ring Road. They come here mainly for work."

Drizzt said as a matter of course.

"What about the servants in the homes of the rich?"

Lu Ban asked curiously.

"They all live in rich people's homes and rarely go home once a year. Haha, to be honest, some servants already think they are people within the Third Ring Road and look down on people living outside. But who knows, if these people make a mistake, they might just have their legs broken and thrown into the wilderness to feed those monsters."

Drizzt sighed.

The gap between the rich and the poor in the abandoned city is clearly layered, and exists in all classes, but each class is extremely fixed, and class crossing is rare. After all, people living in the Tenth Ring Road cannot even afford to read books, cannot read, and have no way of starting from scratch.

The three of them soon arrived at the publishing house.

This building is considered grand in the Fourth Ring Road, but not many people come and go. When Trist walked into the lobby, he saw a woman in cheongsam reading a newspaper at the front desk, and he greeted her.

"I'll find money to edit."

"Have you made an appointment before?"

The woman had obviously seen Drizzt before. Her tone was a little arrogant. Her eyes only stayed on Drizzt for a moment, then paused on Xia's face for a second, and finally fell on Lu Ban's face.

"Ahem, let me help you contact Editor Qian."

She picked up the phone, spun the wheel, and called upstairs.

After a while, the receptionist smiled.

"Please go upstairs. The editorial office is on the third floor."

Finally, she looked at Lu Ban again, and she felt like a hungry dog ​​seeing a bone. Lu Ban felt that the word "danger" might appear over his head.

Walking up the stairs to the third floor, it seemed a bit noisy.

Various magazines, books, and newspapers are piled up, filling everyone's desk and blocking their view.

But as I walked along, I only saw the editors flipping through pornographic magazines in their hands. They didn't look like they were working.

"Old money."

Drizzt came to a table and knocked on it.

The editor who was reading the novel raised his head, his eyes still a little dazed.

"Lao Cui, what, do you agree to help me with this?"

He stood up and put down the book in his hand. Lu Ban saw that it was a novel called "Rat Village", also written by Gu Du.

The editor is of medium build, wears glasses and looks a bit greasy.

"Yes, my assistants and I are ready to take on your commission and find that person."

Drizzt took his time.

"Hush, come with me."

Editor Qian brought the three of them to a small meeting room, which seemed to be the place where editors and authors communicated. He went out to get some documents, closed the door, checked, and then spoke.

"This matter is very important to us, Lao Cui, Gu Du's new book will definitely sell well, which can help our publishing house's overall revenue to a higher level, but why did he disappear..."

Editor Qian said in annoyance.

"I know that he often hangs out with some women, and I also know that this will definitely cause trouble, but why choose this time? Oh, Lao Cui, you must help me, help the publishing house. As long as we can find the remaining manuscripts, it doesn't matter if Gu Du is missing limbs, even if he dies, it doesn't matter, as long as we can get the remaining manuscripts back."

Xia frowned slightly and asked.

"You don't care about his life or death, you just want the remaining manuscript of the novel?"

"No, no, no, of course I care. If he hasn't finished writing the novel, I will bring him back to life even if he dies. I really care about him."

Editor Qian's expression looked inexplicably ferocious.

Drizzt winked, not letting Xiaya continue to dwell on this issue, and instead asked further.

"Old Qian, can you show us the manuscript of the novel? After all, this involves his disappearance, so I think the content of his manuscript may contain clues."

After hearing what Trist said, Editor Qian suddenly became alert, fearing that these three people were spies from other publishing houses who wanted to come and spy on the secrets of Gu Du’s new work.

You know, novels, especially horror novels, are actually a creative thing in many cases. If the creativity is taken away by someone else, then the story will lose its freshness. The most powerful thing about Gu Du is his creativity. He can always come up with a unique story.

He looked at Drizzt deeply before speaking slowly.

"Wait for me."

He went out again and brought back a stack of manuscript paper.

“You can only read it here.”

Editor Qian said.

The three of them took the manuscript, and Lu Ban immediately saw that the name of this unfinished novel was "Mouth of a Madman".

The story begins with the disappearance of a novelist.