External Office - Deputy Team Leader's Room

After pushing the door open, Wang Yao was shocked to find that Lin Xia was also there.

"Deputy Team Leader." Wang Yao never called He Ying that way, so he was naturally not what he said. Zhang Qing said: "The mission you mentioned... is related to Lin Xia?"

"Absolutely." He Ying leaned lazily in the seat, her slender legs wrapped in black stockings were placed on the table, and her high heels were barely hooked on her toes, swaying, without the majesty of the deputy team leader at all.

She straightened up, picked up a document and threw it to Lin Xia, then retracted and said to Wang Yao: "This mission is carried out by Lin Xia and you. Alright, let's go, don't disturb me to sleep."

Sleeping? Wang Yao raised his eyebrows and looked carefully. Sure enough, he saw He Ying's tired face and there were traces of saliva rubbing on his pink lips.

Suddenly, in Wang Yao's heart, He Ying's cold queen temperament collapsed.

"We're working together again." Lin Xia smiled strongly from the office and went to the garage to pick up the car. "You superhero want that guy."

"Whatever?" Wang Yao looked at Lin Xia squintly and entered the elevator together.

"Just... just... pull! Yes, pull and pull me."

When he arrived at the garage, Lin Xia opened the car door. What made Wang Yao speechless was that he was driving the van he had picked up at the time.

As he got into the car, Wang Yao looked around with a sigh. Time passed, and he got on the car again. It felt completely different.

A few hundred meters away from the grocery store, a dirt road connects from the highway and extends to the depths of the woods. At the end of the dirt road is a dilapidated warehouse. Morning glory vines wind over it, bringing the wooden warehouse to a layer of protective color.

The warehouse door panel trembled a few times, and a spider was so shocked that it moved eight legs and escaped from here.

Crack-

The door panel suddenly opened wide and a van drove out of it. After the car left, the door panel closed again.

If it weren't for seeing it with your own eyes, no one would believe this scene.

"What is the mission?" Wang Yao asked.

The folder was handed over, Wang Yao opened it to check, and a few lines of text jumped onto the paper.

Action number: c7-2-10793

Information: Fang Wenbiao, male, 37 years old, slightly bald, Hebei accent. The target is located in Huilongguan Mental Hospital in Beijing.

Description: The individual was sent to a mental hospital by his parents on August 1, 2013 and was diagnosed as a patient with fantasy. The reason is that the individual believes that the world is a book, he is the author and the protagonist of the book.

The details are yet to be investigated by the special agent.

"Really or not?" Wang Yao asked incrediblely. After reading this document, he felt that his three views were broken.

"This is really not accurate." Lin Xia replied. "I used to question the authenticity of the task, but later I was slapped in the face. I developed the habit of never arbitrarily judging its authenticity before I investigated it clearly."

A few dozen minutes later, Wang Yao and the others arrived at the destination of the trip, the mental hospital.

In front of the gate, Lin Xia showed the police ID to the security guard. After the gate was opened, he started the car, turned to the parking area, and explained to Wang Yao: "When going out to perform tasks, you must always have a good identity. You tell them that you are a special state department and the National Security Bureau, which is useless at all. This is too far from their people, and no one believes it. Generally speaking, the identities of police and journalists are enough.

The two got out of the car and walked into the yard. In the yard, they could see some patients wearing blue and white clothes walking or sitting in a seat, muttering to themselves.

"You are the police comrades." At the door, the director who had been waiting for a long time came to greet him. "I am the director here, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

"Where is Fang Wenbiao? Please lead the way." Lin Xia's tone looked righteous and arrogant, and the rapid change made Wang Yao stunned.

The director led Wang Yao and the others into the main building, complaining, "Don't mention it. This guy was fine when he first came, so we arranged him in an ordinary room. I don't know how to do it, he... he actually told several other patients in the dormitory to be crazy with him. Now we are locked in a severe ward. He is still shouting, saying that we will write us in a miserable way."

Wang Yao and Lin Xia, who were walking behind him, looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

This world is a book, and we are going to meet the author of this book now. It's really strange.

On the third floor corridor, there are sealed iron doors on both sides. The director led Wang Yao and the others to an iron door near the end of the corridor, and took out the key and opened it.

"You are waiting at the door, lock the door, we will call you after asking." Lin Xia said to the director when entering the room.

Wang Yao, who went in first, looked here. In a room about ten square meters, all the sharp objects, such as the corners of the table, were wrapped in cloth, and the windows were surrounded by iron railings.

The lighting is pretty good, the room is very clean.

A figure in a patient's uniform was bound to the bed with a cloth stuffed on his mouth. After seeing Wang Yao come in, he kept struggling.

Wang Yao stepped forward and pulled the cloth from his mouth off.

"Why are you here!"

The first sentence surprised Wang Yao. He knew he was coming?!

"Do you know we're coming?" Lin Xia asked with a recorder.

"Of course! I am the author, you guys wrote it!"

"Did you write it?" Lin Xia was frustrated to find a stool and could only stand beside the bed and asked.

"You are just a character in my novel, and your appearance is just to rescue me from here."

"Then tell me who we are and what our names are." Wang Yao said next to him. "Since we wrote it."

"How the hell do I know? Would you write the name of the dragon suit into the novel?"

Lin Xia held his forehead and turned his head to say helplessly: "Come and ask, let's leave after asking." He had already made a judgment in his mind.

Wang Yao responded and thought for a moment, and the other party Wenbiao said, "Since you are the author, why are you still caught here?"

"I'm lazy." He Wenbiao replied. "There is no outline, so I can write whatever I think."

"You said you are the author, so what about the words you wrote?"

"Take it as a deposit in your head." He Wenbiao struggled with his arm for a moment, as if he wanted to point his head.

"Why don't you write a little exaggeration, superheroes or aliens come to save you, so that more people will see it?"

"Have you been kicked by a donkey in the head?" He Wenbiao suddenly became extremely excited and cursed: "**Have you seen a realistic novel about aliens suddenly popping up invading the earth as they were written!"

When he was scolded, Wang Yao was surprised to have no trace of anger. Instead, he wanted to laugh. He raised a finger and said, "The last question."

"Since you are the author, who are we."

He Wenbiao, who was tired, breathed a few breaths: "Would you waste your writing and writing novels on a supporting role? You also want to introduce his appearance, personality, family address, date of birth? Please, readers won't read it."

“Who is the reader?”

“Didn’t you just say the last question!

"Okay... I'm fine." Wang Yao said.

Click.

Lin Xia pressed off the recorder and put it in his pocket. "Let's go."

"Hehe! You two little bastards quickly rescue me from here! I am the author! I am the author!"

When Wang Yao and the other two went out, the director locked the iron door with his backhand. The excellent sound insulation effect immediately calmed the corridor, leaving only the footsteps of three people.

When sent to the door, Wang Yao refused the director's refusal and scattered leisurely in the yard.

"This is the daily life of the special transfer officer of the external office." Lin Xia said. "What you do is not too dangerous. Of course, you have to be lucky enough to encounter dangerous tasks."

Aside from the path, a mentally ill man squatted under a tree, holding his head still. Hearing Lin Xia's words, Wang Yao's eyes left him, and nodded in agreement and said, "I realized that it is not only not dangerous but also very interesting."

"Wow, you don't think that the external office is like this kind of task!" Lin Xia shouted exaggeratedly, attracting the attention of the doctor not far away, and rushed over quickly.

Perhaps they regard Wang Yao and the other two as mentally ill patients who have changed into ordinary people's clothes?

"You are lucky, and this task is not difficult at all. Some tasks are complicated and you want to commit suicide."

"Speaking of this, Wang Yao, you still have... half a month? What are you going to do? Are you going to Japan to take care of that little loli?" As the only friend in the base except Zhang Qing, Lin Xia naturally knew something about Wang Yao.

"No." Wang Yao said. I plan to consolidate my strength and strive to go to a higher level before entering.

"You're really hardworking."

"If you don't fight, you will die." Wang Yao smiled bitterly. He looked at the person under the tree again and found that there was an extra patient at some point. He stood behind the patient who squatted down, pressed his shoulder with both hands, and kept bulging his mouth.

"Two gentlemen over there." The doctor came over with a complaint: "Please speak softly, don't scare the patient."

"Sorry." Wang Yao apologized and called the doctor who turned around and wanted to leave: "That..." He pointed at the two people under the tree: "What are they doing?"
Chapter completed!