After the club meeting, the mystery club was completely disbanded.

Jian Jing had just been reborn, and she didn't have too deep feelings for this club, so her mood was quite peaceful. She was more concerned about the new round of settlement.

[Mission name: Murder case in mystery club (completed)]

[Mission reward: 20 basic courage points and 10 special contribution points (lock down the murderer before the police arrive)]

[Note: Courage points can be used to draw cards (ordinary), each time consuming 5 points; contribution points can be used to draw cards (special), each time consuming 10 points]]

[Do you want to start drawing cards? ]

Jian Jing first drew an ordinary card. According to past experience, it is usually a physical bonus card.

Sure enough, the system may have weights, and the first card is still a strengthening card.

[Name: Enhancement Card·Endurance (1 point)]

[Description: Use this card to enhance muscle and cardiovascular endurance, improve muscle strength and cardiopulmonary function]

[Note: Endurance, all aspects are important]

After use, the value in the endurance column on the task panel changed from "4" to "5".

She did not use the remaining points immediately, intending to save them and draw them when she needed them - maybe she could draw a card that she needed urgently at that time? You

still have to believe in metaphysics.

On Saturday, Kang Mucheng called and asked Jian Jing to attend the anniversary celebration of Jinwu Publishing House on the weekend.

"It starts at six o'clock in the afternoon, and I'll pick you up at five." President Kang reminded, "Keep a calm mind, sales have recovered very well recently, don't let people laugh at you."

Jian Jing: "Oh."

Solving the case made her exhausted, and she almost forgot that she was still a controversial novelist.

She hung up the phone and searched online for reviews of "The Devil Doctor".

The largest and most authoritative book review website in China is "Shuchong.com". "The Devil Doctor" has been on the shelves for half a month, and there are already more than a thousand reviews, with more than five thousand people rating it. The current score is: 7.4.

BTW, when it "committed suicide", the score was 5.2.

The number one hot review of "The Devil Doctor" is this:

After it was put on the shelves, there were so many negative reviews that I was curious about how low Jian Jing's level had fallen to that she was so angry, so I immediately ordered the book to read it. I have to say that the current dragging and knocking of publishers is too much. Marketing is marketing, but deliberately knocking is too disgusting. What's the point of picking out the weaknesses of "The Devil Doctor"?

Yes, "Devil Doctor" is not a mystery novel known for its tricks. Most of the cases do not have difficult methods of committing crimes, nor do they have shocking crime scenes. The problem is that the theme of this book is not this at all!

The theme of "Devil Doctor" is good and evil, but not entirely. The devil did not understand humans at first, thinking that the killers were evil and the killed were good. In fact, it is not. Some killings are evil, and some killings are love.

...

The other party wrote more than a thousand words, and the number of likes exceeded 1,000.

The reputation is slowly recovering.

Although this book was not written by "Jian Jing" herself, they are the same person. This feeling of being recognized made her want to cry.

It was at this moment that she suddenly understood her own despair.

The work that she had poured so much effort into was misinterpreted by others. She was denied and mercilessly ridiculed, as if she had no value in this world.

But humans are social animals. "Jian Jing"'s parents passed away, her family ties were severed, and she had few friends. Her biggest connection with the world was her novels.

Jian Jing as a writer is roughly equivalent to Jian Jing as a social person.

When the former was denied, the latter also died.

Feeling the same, Jian Jing couldn't help feeling a little angry: Kang Mucheng was right, she couldn't let others laugh at her.

She rummaged through the boxes and found a custom-made dress that she had never worn. The gray gauze material was dotted with tiny sequins, which reflected tiny star-like fragments of light when the light shone on it.

This kind of cold grey is not as good as the classic black and white. Although it looks good, people have to be able to bear it.

It's time to change the style.

Jian Jing took her mobile phone and went out. She found a styling design store she often went to based on her memory.

Teacher Tony came up to her and said with a smile: "Miss Jian is here again? Are you going to get a repair and maintenance this time?"

Jian Jing couldn't help but look at the oversized mirror in the store.

Nowadays, in order to sell books, writers have to create some personality. Kang Mucheng chose her as a young but talented teenage writer, so her usual style is that of a well-behaved student.

When parents saw her image like this, they instinctively thought that she was a good student and that the books she wrote would not lead their children astray. Once they loosened their grip, sales would come.

"No," she said to Teacher Tony, "I want to dye my hair."

Teacher Tony recommended: "How about dyeing it milk tea brown? It's a very gentle and intellectual color, suitable for writers."

"Gray." Jian Jing turned the page of the book and pointed to one of the colors and said, "Aoki hemp gray."

Teacher Tony: "Uh, okay."

Aoki hemp gray is a light color, which is more gentle than the cold tone of milk gray, and more cold and gorgeous than the warm tone of brown. In order to neutralize this color tone, Jian Jing did not cut her hair short, but curled her original long hair into big waves.

In this way, the whole hairstyle is a good combination of sweetness and coldness, and it will definitely attract attention when walking on the street.

Teacher Tony praised: "This hairstyle suits you very well, and your temperament is particularly good."

Jian Jing was also very surprised. She had never dyed this color before, but just because of the idea of ​​subverting her appearance, she chose a bold color number, who would have thought that the effect was surprisingly good.

At the publisher's celebration, there must be many people ready to laugh at her. This new hairstyle might be a good counterattack.

Kang Mucheng came to pick him up on time at five o'clock in the afternoon on the weekend.

As soon as they met, he stared at Jian Jing's new hairstyle and looked her up and down for a long time.

"Doesn't it look good?" She pinched a strand of hair.

Kang Mucheng frowned: "Why did you suddenly change your hairstyle?" Jian Jing

's new hairstyle is not bad-looking. She has fair skin. The gray dress and linen gray hair color are cold, but they do not cover her original skin color. Instead, they make her look even whiter and more shiny.

Like a sword out of its sheath.

From head to toe, she is sending a message: I am not easy to mess with, don't cue me.

Kang Mucheng's mood is a bit complicated, as if an old father sees his daughter putting on makeup and dressing up. Whether it looks good or not is another matter, but he feels worried for no reason.

"You said, don't make a fool of yourself." Jian Jing said in a relaxed tone.

Kang Mucheng turned to look at her.

He has known Jian Jing for four or five years, and no one knows this girl better than him. She is a typical child who is gifted in some aspects and is very sensitive to the outside world. This perception is projected into her writing, giving birth to stories that are either fantastic and beautiful or gloomy and sad.

But she herself has become fragile and too sensitive because of this. Negative comments are like a cold for ordinary people, but for her, it may become pneumonia. If it is more serious, it will directly take her life.

"You have changed." Kang Mucheng said firmly.

Her strength came too quickly, in just the moment he saw it wrong. Was it because she was at the critical moment of life and death, and finally understood that the right and wrong of the outside world had nothing to do with her, or was there some other reason?

Jian Jing thought about it, but said, "Maybe."

The two "Jian Jings" are two forks in a road. One is sharp and famous, but fragile and sensitive. The other is wasting her talent and becoming ordinary, but tough and mature.

It is difficult to say which road is better. Maybe each has its own trade-offs.

Now, they are beginning to overlap.

"Well, the child has grown up." Kang Mucheng did not get to the bottom of it. "Looks good."

Jian Jing: "?"

"Hair." He said.

Jian Jing smiled.

"I think so too." She said.

As the night darkened and the neon lights came on, the car stopped at the gate of an old factory.

This was originally a textile factory. After going through ups and downs, it was bought by a hotel and transformed into a hotel with a strong historical and cultural atmosphere. Next to it is the river that runs through the entire city, and the scenery is superb.

Today, this place has been transformed. The walls are still bricks from the last century, but after being rejuvenated by the designer, the old has become historical sedimentation, and the mottled is the graffiti of nature. With the industrial-style decoration design, the style has been raised immediately, and it has become the only choice for the literary and artistic circles to hold various activities.

A publishing house makes money, and it is also involved in literature and art, so of course it cannot choose a luxury hotel. This place is undoubtedly very suitable.

But... "A-choo." The wind by the river was cold, and Jian Jing's nose was itchy.

Kang Mucheng glanced at her: "Go in quickly."

His eyes were a little reproachful.

Jian Jing didn't need him to say anything, and walked in quickly.

At the entrance of the hotel was the logo and signature board of the publishing house. There were many names on it, all of whom were well-known figures in the literary and art circles, including book critics, writers, screenwriters and even directors. They were all familiar.

Jian Jing signed her name and drew a heart at the end.

"Hey, is Mr. Kang's little princess here?" A middle-aged man walked over. His expensive suit couldn't cover his fat beer belly, and his hair was neatly groomed, but it couldn't hide his slightly bald forehead.

Jian Jing's eyes slid over him and nodded, "Teacher Wu."

Jinwu Publishing House has a long history and has cooperated with many famous writers. Writers are divided into two categories, old-school traditional writers and young emerging writers.

Writer Wu is one of the old-school writers. It was five years ago that he published a new book. The response was also mediocre and readers no longer bought it. He stopped writing in time and used his past reputation to hold seminars and participate in several book reading programs. He lived a very comfortable life.

And it is also a "tradition" for the elderly to "take care" of the newcomers.

In my impression, Writer Wu had a very bad impression of her. She was gloomy and weird. It seemed that she always felt that she could sell books because she clung to Kang Mucheng's thigh and that he had used all his resources to support her.

"No way, you've only sold a few books, and you're so disrespectful to your seniors?" Writer Wu signed his name in a flamboyant manner, his smiling tone full of provocation. He shook his head and said to himself: "Young people nowadays..."

"You're really out of date." Jian Jing twisted the chain on her handbag and said lightly, "Young people nowadays are popular with their strength, not relying on their age to bully others."

Writer Wu was stunned, and then his face turned sullen: "You're so sharp-tongued."

"Why are you so anxious to put yourself in the shoes of others?" Jian Jing asked back.

The entrance was crowded with people, and there were two young editors busy registering. It was definitely not a place for arguments. Writer Wu claimed to be an old senior and didn't want to be laughed at. He sneered and walked away.

Jian Jing didn't expect him to stop so quickly, and was surprised, but then she thought again and understood.

Some people, as long as you are not afraid of them, there is nothing to be afraid of.