Chapter 295: Chapter of Misfortune

Chapter 295: The Plot Doesn’t Add Up

Inside the interrogation room, Xiao Yu quietly glared at the man before him.

Fang Shuoxin, 31, from F City, a webnovel writer… an orphan.

At the age of three, Fang Shuoxin was found outside the Orphanage and later taken in by it.

Fortunately for him, at age six he was adopted.

It wasn’t until he turned seventeen that his adoptive parents perished in a car accident…

After that, without going to college, Fang Shuoxin lived on his own until now.

What a life full of misfortune!

Everyone knows that in novels, orphans are never simple.

But the problem is, this isn’t a novel—it’s reality.

So, this Fang Shuoxin is indeed incredibly unfortunate.

It almost seems as if fate itself were deliberately teasing him.

According to an investigation by National Security.

In recent years, Fang Shuoxin has supported himself by writing.

Of course, he doesn’t seem to have much success.

Since he started writing webnovels four years ago, there have been times when he earned only a few thousand a month and other times just a few hundred.

But at least it keeps him afloat and prevents him from starving.

Normally, Fang Shuoxin rarely ventures out.

Firstly, his finances simply don’t allow it.

Secondly, he doesn’t have many friends.

And thirdly, he doesn’t even have a girlfriend—the very definition of a confirmed bachelor.

What’s the point in going out?

For someone so reclusive that he barely leaves home more than once every ten days or so,

it’s almost unbelievable that he managed to write such a bizarre novel.

So, when faced with a writer like him, even the National Security personnel are baffled.

And of course, Xiao Yu is quite confused himself.

“Where does your inspiration come from? Could you delve a little deeper into that?”

Xiao Yu locked eyes with Fang Shuoxin.

“Huh?”

With a slightly panicked air, Fang Shuoxin replied quietly, “My inspiration might come from a time when I once dreamed of becoming an agent. I wanted to capture that dream—depicting the agent I envisioned in words.”

“I see. So your work is driven by your own ideals?”

Xiao Yu nodded. “Everyone has dreams. But how do you set up each plot? With the spy genre demanding such intricate details and logic, research must be quite challenging, right?”

“Yes, exactly.”

At Xiao Yu’s words, Fang Shuoxin’s eyes lit up—as if he’d found a kindred spirit—and he quickly added, “Writing a novel is complex, full of creative ideas, thought processes, and logic. I’ve read plenty of books on espionage and drew inspiration from them. Every day I look for materials on agents, gathering bits of information to turn into my story.”

“Your protagonist is vivid and interesting,”

though Xiao Yu admitted almost reluctantly, “Do you ever base your characters on people you know?”

“Well…”

A trace of embarrassment crossed Fang Shuoxin’s face. “When it comes to character development, I tend to be a bit of a goof—sometimes I see myself in them. Maybe it’s because I usually write in that style. As for technique… I really don’t have one. I just write whatever comes to mind. Perhaps it also helps that I enjoy watching funny videos and sketches, which occasionally slip into my work—it works pretty well!”

Ha… Xiao Yu couldn’t help but chuckle.

He thought to himself: The stuff you write probably isn’t as great as you think it is.

But… is your protagonist based on you?

With that thought, Xiao Yu squinted and studied him closely.

At 1.8 meters tall, thin, shy, ordinary, and tongue-tied when not talking about books…

No wonder his writing hasn’t succeeded.

Such a self-deprecating image in a novel hardly fits the typical agent character.

Yet in reality… Xiao Yu squinted and asked, “I have one question. When you were seventeen and your adoptive parents died in that car accident, you were away for an entire year. Where exactly did you go?”

“At that time, I was heartbroken,”

Fang Shuoxin’s face softened with melancholy at the memory. “I wandered all over the country for a whole year. Once I returned home, I pretty much never traveled far again.”

“Did you have any friends?”

Xiao Yu continued his questioning.

“No,”

Fang Shuoxin shook his head. “Honestly, both in real life and online, I have almost no friends.”

Xiao Yu felt his head exploding, as if a thousand alpacas were stampeding through his mind.

Not lying!

0… requesting flowers…

Every answer he gave was honest—no lies whatsoever.

Could it be that some paranormal event actually occurred?

Is that even possible?

“Never been in love?”

Xiao Yu casually asked.

“Well…”

Fang Shuoxin’s face suddenly flushed red.

Heh, Xiao Yu chuckled softly.

He could clearly sense what the other was feeling.

It was like someone asking to use your computer—even if it’s a good friend or a relative, you’d still feel some internal resistance.

After all, who doesn’t have hundreds of gigabytes of their beloved stored on their hard drive?

Every normal young man harbors a sort of ‘goddess’ in his heart.

“Not exactly love,”

Fang Shuoxin laughed awkwardly, “Back in high school, I liked a girl so much that I even confessed to her. But after my adoptive parents died, I dropped out and lost all contact.”

………0…….

“Alright, thank you for your cooperation!”

Xiao Yu stood up and walked out of the interrogation room.

Outside the interrogation room.

In an instant, every eye in the room was on Xiao Yu.

Their stares were like a mindless tank spotting a nursemaid.

Like a desperate Xiao Luban who, in a frantic escape, cried ‘Daddy!’ at the sight of Xiao Ming’s dog leash.

Especially Wang Dong—his look was unmistakably intense.

It was as if he were silently asking, “Little brother, you’ve got a plan, right?”

“Not him!”

Xiao Yu shook his head. “I can even sense that these cases have nothing to do with him. I doubt he even knows the suspected agent behind the crimes.”

Everyone: …

So, even inviting the little guy hasn’t shed any light on the matter?

“However…”

A strange glint flashed in Xiao Yu’s eyes, “I just discovered something really interesting.”

In that moment, the defeated expression on everyone’s face suddenly brightened.

It was like the first unlucky person falling into a pit spotting another hapless soul.

Damn it… Xiao Yu rolled his eyes.

Honestly, he really disliked the looks on these National Security personnel’s faces.

“What?” Wang Dong asked anxiously.

Xiao Yu promptly answered,

“The plot of that book… it doesn’t add up!”

……….