Honest Lies [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 107 + 108

Volume 4: Poems about Troubled

Chapter 107

On the white interface of WeChat, a line of words flashed out.

Ji Xun looked down and saw a message from the yin and yang generous and stingy ghost.

"The case is over, do you want to know the answer?"

"In no mood."

His answer was crisp and concise, leaving no room for Huo Ranyin to continue. However, despite this, the words "typing" popped up in the upper left corner of the screen, showing that the person opposite seemed to have something to say.

Huo Ranyin did have something to say.

It has nothing to do with the case, it has to do with yourself.

After his secrets, the secrets of the workbook, were completely revealed in front of Ji Xun, Ji Xun did give a sufficient response and attitude, but... not enough, still not enough.

Huo Ranyin wanted to ask for more things from Ji Xun. Besides, he had to correct one point in the conversation at that time.

Ji Xun said that he was the one who was affected by feelings—of course not.

He is always reminding himself that public and private should be separated, as well as emotion and desire. Only in this way can he think clearly, be organized and obedient, and get the truly correct answer.

His fingers rubbed the phone screen, and his fingertips repeatedly lifted up the hidden keyboard of the phone, then hid it again, and so on. It seemed that this way he could always wipe the screen and write Ji Xun's new words in a timely manner.

It's a pity that until this point the rest time was used up, and there was no more words.

*

After Ji Xun answered Huo Ranyin's words, he put the phone aside.

He raised his head, and there was someone unexpectedly sitting in the room where no one had ever visited. A middle-aged man wearing a gentleman's hat, holding a snuff bottle, and a large messenger bag. Because he entered the room, the gentleman's hat was taken off and placed on the table, revealing his serious face and deep nose. Deep nasolabial folds. This is the face of a gentleman who looks like a judge or a lawyer, or a medieval gentleman who went back in time, and then the man smiled slightly, and said to Ji Xun:

"Teacher Ji."

In fact, he is an editor, and he is also the editor-in-chief of the magazine supplied by Ji Xun. His online name is Fox. Now he is here, no doubt, to urge the manuscript.

It’s also scary for editors to push for manuscripts these days. No, they all come to the author’s house openly.

Ji Xun thought about how to deal with it: "Actually, I have something busy recently."

Fox calmly took out the local newspaper: "I know that Mr. Ji has been accumulating material for a new book recently. Helping the police solve crimes is of course a big deal, but writing stories is also a big deal."

The newspaper was spread out on the table. Ji Xun took a quick look and found out that it was a tabloid reporter who took a photo while they were collectively searching the mountain. The main content was a song of praise, saying that the police solved crimes like putting out fires and went to the mountain to search for people all night long. He also took a picture of his silhouette, so when it was printed, he was immediately recognized by the editorial department.