It's a hell game, who can still be a human being?

Hishikibu chuckled.

"I will ask the association to fine you three million and confine you to the association's small dark room to code for a week. Do you agree?"

Black Cat asked.

"Recognition."

Hishikibu said simply.

"As for the novelist's punishment, it's the same as yours, with an additional fine of two million. You'll be responsible for notifying her."

Black Cat said again.

"I have no problem with the fine, but can I stay in the small dark room for her? She still needs to pick up other men."

Hishikibu said carelessly.

Chapter 231: French plane tree: Cover my annual rings with your things

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"impossible."

The black cat flatly refused.

He even puts others in a dark room. Once this trend starts, how can we manage the place in the future?

"Okay, then can we postpone it for a while? After today is the window for our relationship to warm up, it would be a shame to waste it."

Hishikibu begged again.

"What do you guys think about this?"

Black Cat looked at the platinum authors who had recovered.

"Please, please, all the mistakes today are my fault. After the dance, I will pay you a visit to apologize."

Hishikibu bowed to all the authors with a very sincere attitude.

The platinum authors discussed it for a while and finally nodded in agreement.

Although they were tormented, all the negative emotions that had accumulated were swept away. This was an effect that could only be achieved after five or six dances. It could be considered a blessing in disguise.

Since there was no loss and Hiashikibu's apology attitude was quite good, the novelist will definitely apologize to them later, so it's not impossible to give them a little leniency.

"Okay, since no one has any objection, I will ask the association to postpone the novelist's small dark room for a month."

The black cat took advantage of the situation.

"The Great Fool is so kind."

Hishikibu trotted over and picked up the black cat and kissed it.

"Hey, stay away from me woman."

The black cat was startled and escaped from her petting range with a nimble three jumps.

"Just talk, don't make any moves. I'm not that kind of casual cat."

The black cat said unhappily.

This woman, what does she take it for?

It is a real Fool, the most talented cat writer in the history of the Metropolitan City. It is not comparable to those mediocre women who can only act cute and beg for support.

"The foolish God is so stingy."

Hiashikibu pouted.

"I'm stingy, I'm stingy and you've become a cover now."

The black cat said unhappily.

Not to mention the quarrel between the man and the cat, Liu Zheng and the novelist have already walked out of the "Feather Pen" Club.

The moonlight spreads on the road, just as beautiful as the atmosphere at the moment.

"Senior, actually..."

After walking in silence for more than a hundred meters, the novelist finally couldn't help but speak.

"I know."

Liu Zheng interrupted her.

"Huh? Why?"

The novelist asked subconsciously.

Although there was an accident, she thought that there was no problem with her and Hiashikibu's acting skills.

"Your friend's performance to me was quite natural, but to you it was too much of an acting performance."

Liu Zheng said calmly.

He was an orphan and worked as a journalist when he grew up. His ability to read people's expressions is much better than that of ordinary people.

The novelist lowered his head somewhat embarrassedly.

"I was deceived so badly by you, shouldn't you compensate me?"

Liu Zheng didn't embarrass her for too long and spoke directly.

"Of course, Senior, you can compensate me in any way you want."

The novelist said immediately.

"Unless I help you get another woman."

After a pause, she added.

"What are you talking about? It's as if everyone I know is an outlaw."

Liu Zheng rolled his eyes and said.

Nightingale can only be considered as assisting the investigation. His acquaintances, including himself, are all very law-abiding.

"So what did Senior ask me to compensate you for? I'm available these few days."

The novelist glanced at Liu Zheng.

Unfortunately, his whole body was slipping and he couldn't be hooked at all.

"Can you help me cancel a wanted warrant?"

Liu Zheng asked directly.

"Male and female?"

the novelist asked warily.

"male."

"Oh, then please tell me more about it, Senior."

The novelist relaxed a little.

"His name is Shajiang, also known as the Fire Mage or the Man Who Touches the Bear a Few Times. Of course, the names on the wanted posters may not be these."

"Anyway, his crime is that he killed the deputy director of the City Hall's Environmental Sanitation Department and the councilman from the Jordan family."

He said.

"Oh, I know who you are talking about now."

the novelist said immediately.

That incident caused quite a stir. After all, no one had dared to take action against an official of this level for many years.

If the Public Security Bureau had not already found out that the incident was purely accidental and the murderer was not targeting the City Hall, it would not be as simple as a wanted warrant.

At least the Public Security Bureau was mobilized in full force, and the special operations team swept the area from the old city to the border area, taking away all the stones on the road for interrogation.

"Can that be undone?"

Liu Zheng asked expectantly.

Although the fisherman also gave a solution, firstly, it was rather cumbersome, and secondly, he was a man of the old times after all, so his solution might not be useful.

“It’s not easy.”

The novelist shook his head in embarrassment.

Their family has no direct and effective connections in the Sheriff's Bureau. They can ask a familiar congressman to help rescue someone, but they are unable to directly revoke the wanted warrant.

The main reason is that since she decided to give up the short story field, her family's support for her has decreased a lot, otherwise they would not have moved to an ordinary community like Green Osmanthus Garden Crazy City.

Of course, Crazy City is not really an ordinary neighborhood.

As far as the novelist knows, there are quite a few eccentrics from various families and races living there, and she is considered to be a well-behaved person there.

"What if I can gain the forgiveness of the Environmental Sanitation Department and weaken the Jordan family's power?"

Liu Zheng told the novelist the fisherman's method.

"If you can do these two things, then it's possible. I'll ask someone to talk to the Sheriff's Bureau, and there shouldn't be any problems."

She thought for a moment and said.

"Okay, I'll let you know then."

Liu Zheng said.

"Do you need my help with the Jordan family's affairs?"

the novelist asked.

"Let me try it myself first, and I'll tell you if I can't do it."

"By the way, can your keyboard copy the five virtue characters on my body?"

He said as he remembered.

"Yes, you can, but you can only copy a few glyphs, and only one word at a time."

"That's okay too."

Liu Zheng nodded.

The Five Virtues characters should be of great help in the evolution of the French Plane Tree into a Phoenix. Since Si Xue does not allow him to transfer it, he can only copy it. No matter how bad the effect is, it will always be better.

"Okay. So which word do you want to copy, Senior?"

the novelist asked.

"Just the word 'faith'."

He thought for a moment and said.

The plane tree has absolutely nothing to do with the words "virtue" and "benevolence", and the word "righteousness" seems to have little to do with it either. Only the word "faith" seems to have some relevance.

After all, it can't even tell lies, so every time we do business with it, we are honest.

"Okay, senior."

This time, the novelist took out the keyboard from his clothes, pulled out the "Ctrl" and "C" keys, and pressed them on Liu Zheng's belly.

The incident happened suddenly and he didn't even have time to put on his clothes.

The novelist felt the scorching heat on his abdominal muscles and his face turned red.

Liu Zheng looked up at the sky. Today's moon was really a bright moon.

"By the way, if I copy the word 'faith', the Dragon Clan I just copied won't be overwritten, right?"

He suddenly remembered and asked.

"No, Senior. The Dragon Tribe is already stored in the keyboard."

The novelist said.

"That's good."

He doesn't want to suffer again.

Perhaps because it was not a copy of Liu Zheng’s own memory, the burning pain this time was much lighter.