Please ask the dream.

Chapter 320 Settlement Observation
"Name?"

"Johnny."

"gender?"

"male."

"Country of Citizenship?"

"People from the Star Ring, our grandparents immigrated here."

"Profession?"

"writer."

"Why did you come to Jingbin City?"

"It's a source for the novel."

"Why did you go to Xiongling City first?"

"This is the planned route for collecting materials. I went to Shinra first, then entered Qingyun from the southwest passage, and took the Yunhui Line to reach Xiongling City. I was originally going to Duyang City, but because it was the front line, I came to Jingbin City..."

Feng Xue maintained his image as a sunny and cheerful big boy with his eyes straight ahead, and answered the questions of the Hongying people in front of him fluently in Hongying language.

He wrote down Feng Xue's reply in his notebook, and then said:

"Mr. Johnny speaks Hongying very well. Have you ever been to Hongying?"

"Yes, I once traveled in Hongying for a period of time and settled in Youta City. I can still remember the shock those giant beasts gave me!" Feng Xue answered as if he was chatting casually. When the people of Hongying heard this, they laughed:
"What a coincidence, I'm also from Uta City. When did you go there?"

"About six years ago? That oversized lizard scared me so much back then. If Hongying hadn't already written a work on the subject, I would have really wanted to write a novel about the giant beast!"

"Oh?" The originally gentle expression of the Hongying staff suddenly became serious, and their eyes became sharp:
"Mr. Johnny, may I read your masterpiece? If you don't have it with you, you can tell me the title."

Feeling the sharp gazes constantly sweeping over him, Feng Xue bent down without any shyness and opened his suitcase. The Hongying man immediately took a defensive posture, but after Feng Xue took out a few novels with Xinghuanyu written on the cover, he relaxed a little.

"This is my masterpiece. Although it is not a hit, the reviews are still quite good. I came to Qingyun this time because my editor recommended it. He said that my writing style is more in line with the aesthetics of Qingyun people, and asked me to live here for a while, maybe I can find a subject that suits me."

Hong Yingren took the book, checked the author and the cover, confirmed it was not a private print, and asked the staff running errands nearby to check, and found that the book had indeed been published for more than half a year, then nodded and said:

"We will enter your identity information after verification. Before the temporary residence permit is issued, please stay in the area we designate. Please rest assured that this process will not take more than three days."

"Okay, then it's up to you."

Feng Xue bowed slightly according to Hongying etiquette, then took her luggage and walked out of the room. At the same time, a voice of "next" was heard from the room.

Although it is in the heart of enemy-occupied areas, as a city where the "comet hitting the moon" incident once occurred, Jingbin City has very strict registration for entry into the city. But on the other hand, thinking about it the fact that people are still heading to the enemy-occupied areas at this time is itself worthy of investigation.

However, Feng Xue didn't care much about this. Johnny, the writer, did exist, and his novels were actually published. In fact, among the identities of orchard operators, the most common ones are writers, painters, journalists and other creative professions. First of all, they would leave evidence of their existence, which makes their identities more real. Secondly, they don't need to show up often, so it's easier to change their identities. In addition, the creative works themselves can also be used as a channel for money laundering because of their low cost and high return rate. If the published novels sell well, it can be considered as income.

As for Hongying checking the orchard... this is a funny question. There are hundreds of youth training camps in orchards, and the gray and white industries are spread all over the world. Even if all the hotels are destroyed, as long as one or two youth training camps can be preserved, with the support of normal business capital flow, it won't take long for them to change their vests and revive again.

However, if these vests were sold, it would shake the foundation of the organization, and even if we traced back, it might expose an entire or even multiple industrial chains in the surface world. Therefore, even if the creator Hongying came in person, the orchard would not make public the list of identities it had sent out (Note ①).

Therefore, as long as Feng Xue does not commit suicide on his own initiative, his identity will not be exposed.

"But I can write something when I have nothing to do. Maybe I can get away with it and become a world-famous novelist."

Feng Xue was carrying her bag, thinking about what to write for her next novel... well, what to write about. Actually, her first reaction was The Lord of Mysteries, but considering the dark pace and all kinds of mysterious and strange spells that might aid the enemy, Feng Xue finally decided to write The Throne of Arcane God.

"Well, in a sense, Arcane Masterpiece is essentially the story of Teppanyama's victory over Yu Wushuang! Let's change it a little bit and set the initial location at Hongying. He traveled through Hongying from the old times, and because of his rational way of thinking, he was beaten into a waste. Fortunately, he came into contact with the knowledge of Teppanyama, so he tried every means to escape from Hongying and learn Teppanyama in Xinghuan..."

An outline emerged in Feng Xue's mind, and his desire to create instantly exploded. He trotted all the way to the observation area arranged by Hong Ying.

Although the living conditions were a bit simple, it didn't matter to Feng Xue. No matter how bad it was, it was still better than the Bear Ridge Mountains and the Beehive Prison.

Throwing the suitcase aside, Feng Xue took out a small notebook and wrote down all the inspirations that came to his mind. Then he began to make a list and prepare a detailed outline.

The projection architect who was responsible for observing the inbound visitors could not help but frown after discovering that Feng Xue suddenly ran to write an outline.

"It's in line with the writer's habits, but there's a possibility that it was intentional. But if it was intentional, there's no need to suddenly run and attract attention... Never mind, I'm just a recorder anyway, I'll just leave the analysis to the higher-ups."

The projection architect spread out the converged G·I force field and reconnected with his teammates before recording the information he had observed previously.

……

Although Feng Xue didn't know that this area was completely covered by the projection architect's reconnaissance range, he could tell with his toes that he absolutely could not show his architectural skills at this time.

but……

"It's not okay to not use it at all. After all, there are more than 100 architects per person in this world. If we deliberately don't explore the Dreamland, or don't use architecture to do something that can be done, then people will think there is something wrong."

Thinking in his mind, Feng Xue set up a mechanical typewriter that looked extremely retro, took out sheets of A4 paper, placed them on the typewriter, and began his own creation.

Although the world has had computers and the Internet for a long time, since the book is to be written in Star Ring Language, it is not a bad idea to pursue some sense of ritual.

Well, the main reason was that Feng Xue was worried that he would not be able to control himself once he went online. After all, big data could expose your personality and preferences if you just searched it casually. It would be a joke if it was exposed without you noticing.

After staying at home writing for two and a half days and eating instant noodles for all three meals, Feng Xue, who had forgotten that he was still under observation, finally got his temporary residence permit and arrived at his new home near Jingbin University.

At this moment, the entire Qingyun underground world was in shock.

There was no other reason. The news that Feng Xue shot down several helicopters in the Xiongling Mountains and then disappeared completely finally spread.

(End of this chapter)