The Advent of the Infinite King

"You are right."

Xinming Xiangbaoli took a breath, raised his head and said: "The strange thing is that it is said that my father's manuscripts will be sent to the publishing house by fax, and there will be manuscripts sent to the publishing house every Saturday from midnight to midnight."

Things were a little weird. After she finished speaking, the room fell into silence. About three seconds later, Mao Lilan asked aloud: "But, did the fax occasionally read such information as the sender's phone number?"

"Yes." The new name Xiang Baoli said: "Neither, it seems that the other party specially set it like this in order not to show it."

Mori Kogoro thought for a while, and said a reason that he didn't quite believe.

"Looking at it this way, I think your father must have traveled somewhere with Lingtang, and they probably sent faxes from the hotel where they stayed."

The new name Xiang Baoli straightened up, and said in a hurried tone: "To be honest, I thought so too at first, but why didn't my father and mother contact me in the past two months?"

She spoke more and more anxiously, her face turned pale, and tears welled up in her eyes, "This kind of thing has never happened before, and I have to wonder if something happened to them."

Mori Kogoro nodded, became serious, looked directly at her and said, "Then have you reported this to the police?"

"Reported, and sent out a search application." Shinna Kahori wiped his eye sockets, then put his hands on his snow-white thighs, and said with a bow.

"But I didn't receive any extortion calls. The publishing house also sent manuscripts regularly. In the end, the police could only tell me not to worry. Before that, I also went to other detective firms to ask them."

She began to sob, "But everyone's answer is the same, so now only... I can only rely on you, Mr. Mori." Shinna Kabori looked at Xinna Kabori's pitiful look, and Mori Kogoro looked serious , full of energy, as if his wealth and life were all on this case.

He patted the table, stood up, and said slowly: "It's useless, staying here is just a waste of time."

Having said that, he cleared his throat, "In my opinion, since your father regularly delivers manuscripts, let's go to the publishing house to have a look, and when we get there, it's not too late if we're bothered. "

Shinna Kabori raised his head, staring at Mori Kogoro's resolute expression, his heart felt warm.

In the past two months, she has encountered too many people who are warm and cold, and the world is cold and cold. Every time she asks for help, the other party always responds: Don't worry, your parents will be fine.

There was even a dirty detective with a smirk on his face, and looked at her graceful figure with ambiguous eyes: Miss Xinming, I think I have a good relationship with you, as long as you promise me, your father...

Before he could finish speaking, Xinming Xiangbaoli rushed out of the door.

In the past two months, this was the first time she had heard such a firm statement. The new name, Xiang Baoli, had bright eyes and burst into tears of joy.

Afterwards, they drove to the publishing house. Although it was late at night, publishing houses usually got off work very late.

In the taxi, Mori Kogoro sat next to Shinna Kabori consciously, without saying a word all the way. After arriving at the head office, Mori Kogoro found the editor and asked directly about her father.

"Yes."

The chubby male editor in a gray suit said: "The new teacher's manuscript will be delivered on time every week, and today happens to be Saturday again. I think his manuscript should be delivered as well."

Chapter 260 The Second Last Hope

"Mr. Editor."

Mori Kogoro asked: "Are you sure those manuscripts were really written by Teacher Xinming?"

"Yes." The editor said with certainty.

"Although it is typed by a word processor, the font is exactly the same as that used by the teacher in the past, and the teacher will sign his name next to the title every time. I think so, I will let you take a look at the manuscript he sent. .”

He took out the old manuscript and handed it to Kogoro Mori, Kogoro Mori read it over and over for a long time, but he didn't see why.

"The subject of the novel is called the Vertex of One-Half, and it does have his signature on it."

He had no choice but to ask Xinming Xiangbaoli: "Are you sure that this handwriting is really written by Xinming teacher?"

"Yes." Shinna Kabori nodded, "I already confirmed it when I came here before."

"Don't worry."

The editor smiled and said: "Miss Xiangbaoli, I think the teacher must have forgotten himself too much in writing novels, so he forgot to call you. In fact, there are not a few writers like him."

Xie Chen pouted, only a fool would believe such a reason.

Xinming Xiangbaoli didn't speak. In the past two months, she had heard too many such words, and it was the best reply not to throw her high heels in his face.

She looked at Mori Kogoro, and now she can only rely on this uncle detective, hoping that he is as powerful as the rumors say.

Mao Lilan said: "But Mrs. Xinming is also with him. It should be impossible to forget her too."

The editor sighed, he only cares about the manuscript, he doesn't care whether your father is dead or alive, so he can only perfunctoryly say: "You are right to say so."

Mori Kogoro put down the manuscript and asked, "Based on your observation, do you think there is anything unusual about his condition?"

"An unusual place?"

"Yeah, I think you should meet regularly."

"Before the serialization started, we did have a general discussion on related issues, but I don't think there is anything wrong with it."

I don't know if it's because of Shinna Kabori's beauty, or because of his detective duties, Mouri Kogoro didn't give up at all, and continued to ask: "Even if it's a trivial matter, can you think of anything?"

The editor pondered for a while, and finally said: "If there is something wrong, it should be the re-serialization of the Detective Zuowen series."

"Ah?" Mori Kogoro groaned, regretting that he didn't take a good look at it at night.

The editor said: "In fact, we asked the teacher to write this series of stories as early as four years ago, but the teacher's answer has always been the same. Zuo Wenzi has already died, and it is impossible for him to come back to life."

He scratched his head and smiled, "Since he said so, we almost gave up hope."

"But two months ago, the new teacher suddenly called. He hoped to rewrite the story of Zuowen, and asked if we could publish it in the magazine."

Mori Kogoro listened silently, even if it was the slightest clue, he would firmly grasp it.