Finally, in an alley, she found the number she was looking for.


    The old anti-theft door was closed, and ye Anqi knocked on the door. After a long time, the door opened.


    A short, dark, fat woman stood in the door with the head of a chicken coop.


    "Who are you looking for?" She stares at Ye Anqi and asks impatiently.


    Ye Anqi''s hacker found a photo of the woman by the way.


    Seeing her, she knew she was the author of the book.


    "I''m looking for you."


    "Looking for me? Who are you? " There seems to be something wrong with the woman''s body, and her face is also very bad.


    "You''re the author of Satan''s book, aren''t you?" "I''m the editor of the publishing house. I want to talk to you about signing up for publishing."


    "You want me to publish it?" Women surprise, surprise.


    "Yes, is it convenient to go in and speak?"


    "Yes, come in."


    Women''s attitude immediately to a 180 degree big change.


    Ye Anqi walked in and suddenly smelled a musty smell.


    This is an old house with mottled walls.


    The garbage basket in the corner is full of all kinds of fast food boxes


    There is a sofa in the living room, which is small enough for two people.


    There is a desk near the window. There is a desktop computer on it. The computer is on.


    From this point of view, it is a place where lazy and sloppy women live for a long time.


    Ye Anqi sat down on the sofa.


    The woman poured her a glass of water. "You sit down first. I feel a little sick in my stomach. I''ll go to the bathroom and I''ll be right back."


    "Good."


    When a woman rushes to the bathroom, she goes to her computer.


    She found her manuscript in her computer.


    She wrote the book "Satan"


    On the street, a few black cars are low-key luxury driving towards this piece of church.


    Ye Anqi quickly turned over the computer and returned to its original position.


    The sound of toilet water pumping sounded, and the woman stepped out of the bathroom weakly.


    "Are you all right?" Asked Ye.


    The woman covered her stomach, "it''s OK. It''s estimated that it''s bad to eat."


    "You don''t look well." Very pale.


    The woman laughs, "I''ve been like this, it''s OK."


    People who stay up late for a long time and have irregular work and rest have abnormal skin.


    The woman sat down beside her, and ye Anqi moved her seat. "I have read the book you wrote, and there are some places that are well written. I want to ask you what inspired you to write that book. "


    Woman a Leng, embarrassed smile, "that is not a small yellow ~ text?"


    "Yes, but it''s a good idea. Where did your inspiration come from? "


    "No inspiration, just make it up."


    Ye Anqi''s heart is a little lost.


    Is it really a pure fictional virtual world?


    But why did she cross it?


    "Do you make up the characters, or do you come from life?"


    The woman''s eyes twinkled, "this..."


    Ye Anqi''s delicate mind, "is it from life?"


    "Not really. It''s Ouch... " The woman suddenly covered her stomach and began to ache.


    Ye Anqi was surprised, "what''s the matter with you?"


    "I have a stomachache!"


    "Does it hurt? Do you want to call a doctor?"


    The woman suddenly painful outside slants on her body, ye Anqi is stunned.


    Not far from the door, a few black cars slowly stopped -


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    at the door, several black cars stopped slowly