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There's that name again.

Zou Yanzhi's brows furrowed in an instant, and his sleepiness was alleviated a lot. He opened one eye and squinted at Si Mo, saying unhappily, "Why are you still mentioning him?"

Si Mo leaned over and kissed Zou Yanzhi on the lips, using his usual coaxing tricks to perfection: "I'm curious."

"What did he do to you?"

“……”It seems that this topic cannot be avoided today.

Zou Yanzhi changed his position and lay in Si Mo's arms, half of his face almost buried in Si Mo's soft abdomen, sniffing the pleasant smell of laundry detergent on his clothes, and said slowly: "Li Yan didn't do anything to me, at least he doesn't deserve to talk to me."

"Do you remember his debut work three years ago?"

Si Mo nodded. Li Yan's book "Lost Movement" was heavily promoted by the website. The number of readers during the serialization period alone hit a record high in recent years. It also won the suspense literature award that year. Since then, Li Yan and his book have become completely famous.

It's just because he has a good appearance that looks humble, and his words and deeds seem to be very cultured. He is a PhD graduate, and when he stood in front of the podium and talked about his creative experience, his whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of golden light.

However, Zou Yanzhi looked down upon such a person who could not be faulted, and even sneered when he was mentioned.

Si Mo knew that he was definitely not jealous. In terms of appearance, his child was better. In terms of masterpieces... If Zou Yanzhi had continued to produce in recent years, Li Yan would not have been able to make any waves.

"I suspect there is plagiarism in his masterpiece."

Si Mo paused for a moment and said, "What? Plagiarism?"

“Yes,” Zou Yanzhi still closed his eyes, “In fact, as early as five years ago, I read a short story book on the Internet that no one cared about. The content was quite creative. If I wrote a longer book, it might have a chance to become popular.

It’s a pity that the author can no longer be found and his account has been cancelled.”

Si Mo seemed to understand something: "The content of this short story...isn't it the same as "Lost Symphony"? "

"Yeah, they are very similar." Zou Yan knew: "I was quite surprised at the time, so I made a color palette. I found that the changes only accounted for 15%, and the rest was basically copied. Even the name of one of the minor characters."

This matter is not a big deal, but it is also not a small one. After all, few people had read the unpopular short story at the time, and no one could determine the fact that Li Yan plagiarized.

Besides, so much time has passed. Maybe the original author of "Lost Melody" also saw it when it was popular, but he was powerless and probably couldn't do anything.

Sometimes, in order to maximize profits, a website can be infinitely tolerant of top authors, for example, shamelessly turning plagiarism into integration.

At this point, the short story has even been deleted from the background of the book, and the pen name has been cancelled, so there is no way to trace it anymore.

Li Yan's style of doing things has always been cautious. His self-esteem would never allow people to know his imperfect side. Maybe he used some means to threaten the original author, or maybe... he gave the other party a large sum of money as hush money.

This resulted in a satisfactory outcome for both parties, as if he had bought the idea and refined it into his own product.

Suspense writers mainly rely on their own knowledge and imagination to make a living. This is their innate talent, but also their fatal weakness.

For example, other types of authors who cannot think of the direction of their new book for the time being can still rely on an enduring outline framework and formula, combined with their own accumulated fame, to make a living without difficulty.

But once a suspense writer stops writing, his or her imagination will be lost at an exponential rate. It's like rust has suddenly grown in your brain, and you can't reach in or wipe it off, but you can always smell the disgusting smell.

"I don't care whether he plagiarized or not, but he became famous in this way... I always see his books next to mine in bookstores, which is quite annoying."

Zou Yanzhi does not take reputation that seriously. When he has no inspiration, he would rather stop writing than plagiarize, even if the price is to be gradually replaced by newcomers and forgotten by readers.

"So, Mo Mo, for both public and private reasons, I don't want you to have anything to do with Li Yan." Zou Yanzhi grabbed Si Mo's hand and sat up, his voice deeper:

"He's lucky to be popular for a while, but he doesn't have the ability to be popular forever. The more he's praised now, the worse he'll fall in the future. If you sign him, you're bound to be in trouble."

Plagiarism cannot be tolerated. Moreover, the book has such a great influence that we cannot allow the pure land of online literature to be turned into a mess.

"I understand. I will check it out. If I can contact the original author and appeal, the plagiarist will be exposed." It can also serve as a wake-up call to those who are ready to make a move.

Zou Yanzhi pinched his face and said with a smile: "Momo, maybe you think too simply. There is little hope of finding the author, so why should we bother with such trivial matters."

But no matter what he said, Zou Yanzhi could tell from Si Mo's eyes that he was serious this time.

But Li Yan is Mu Yun's new author, and he is very popular. If he wants to find evidence, won't he offend his boss?

By that time, Si Mo will still have to resign from Mu Yun. Zou Yanzhi seems to be able to see through the scene of the two people breaking up at a glance.

He couldn't help but sigh. This was a good thing. Whether Si Mo wanted to find a new job in a literary club or stay at home with him in the future, they would have more time.

With his current physical condition, it is unknown how long he can accompany Si Mo. Zou Yanzhi will live every day from now on as if it were his last.

He did not tell Si Mo about his thoughts. In fact, he did not plan to sign the new book to Mu Yun after it was finished. This might be the last work of his life.

Zou Yanzhi had one more thought in his mind: no matter what, he had to finish this work before the deadline.

The inspiration comes from a person who wants to finish what he started.

Restraining the sweet taste rising in his throat, Zou Yanzhi's lips turned a few shades paler, but he still managed a natural smile and said to Si Mo, "Let's pick a time to go traveling?"

Five months... five more months.

Zou Yanzhi must have sensed something. Si Mo took a deep breath, and his heart sank uncontrollably. After a moment of silence, he said, "Okay."