Another World Under My Pen

After dealing with the dissatisfied Zheng Jia, Sun Peng took three thick envelopes out of the bag.

"Two teachers, this is the three-episode script I just finished!"

After giving Wu Ming and Wang Chengliang an envelope respectively, Sun Peng smiled again and handed Zheng Shun a past: "The complete three-episode script, and the contents of the autopsy and authentication in it, please take a look at the two teachers. As for other content, I am begging you!"

"Oh, I still have my share!"

Immediately put down the tea cup in his hand, Zheng Shun took the envelope with bright eyes!

"Of course, I wrote about the police force out of thin air."

Nodded, Sun Peng smiled and said, "I read all the information you gave me last time, but to be honest...it's a bit complicated, and it's completely different from our ordinary people's imagination, so what you wrote is missing. It must be in line with reality...Although TV series can be appropriately created, it shouldn't be too exaggerated, right?"

Sun Peng realized that this is another world after all.

Maybe the routines of mystery novels can be the same, but can the police station operation models of the two worlds be the same? Perhaps the method of detecting cases is the same, but how do you divide the work? How to act? How to arrest a suspect? What are the different rules during interrogation?

These things must be checked by professionals!

So the content of forensic medicine and verification is the same. Although Sun Peng can write the content in his memory, it is not known whether the specific process is the same as in this world. If you have to copy it mechanically, it is likely that the Chinese TV series have made the feeling of an American police film, which is completely messy!

Ask a policeman, a forensic doctor, and a forensic officer. On the one hand, you can pick out the faults in the script to the greatest extent, and on the other hand, you can make Sun Peng look less enchanting-you can even write forensic and forensic things yourself , Is that still human?

Without hesitation, two big guys and a fat man agreed with their breasts.

Not to mention that the three people are now all hard-core fans of Sun Peng. Just say that they can participate in the creation of a TV drama script. How many ordinary people with monotonous lives are not interested? Not to mention that others have made it very clear. In the end, the script will definitely put them in the column of consultants. After the filming is completed, there are even labor fees to be paid. If you are not active, the problem is...

"Om..."

While they were eating and talking about Sun Peng's script, Zheng Shun's phone suddenly vibrated.

Immediately afterwards, the mobile phones of Wu Ming and Wang Chengliang also rang.

"Yes, there is a case."

Zheng Shun stood up immediately when he slapped his forehead, and smiled bitterly at Sun Peng: "I'm sorry, the three of us must leave right away...Alas, I still want to talk about these scripts with you after dinner, now... …"

"Hehe, the same goes for talking later, you guys go quickly!"

Of course, Sun Peng didn't care, and quickly waved to them to go to work. The job that Zheng Shun and the others can do right away must be a homicide, and of course it is urgent.

After the criminal police, the forensic doctor, and the forensic officer left, Sun Peng looked at the household registration police who was sitting beside him, shaking his head and sighing, "Look, now you know why I copied three scripts, right?"

"..."

The snow-white little tiger teeth that Zheng Jia showed was shining brightly, causing Sun Peng's heart to jump immediately, and he immediately stood up: "Oh, I'm full, I should also go to the construction site at home..."

"Hey, wait!"

He grabbed Sun Peng, and Zheng Jia bit his lower lip and said, "I haven't visited your house yet... Well, I mean, we live so close, maybe we will visit your house often in the future. At the party, I always have to recognize the door!"

"Uh, you want to go to my house? But there is still a construction site!"

Scratching his head, Sun Peng hesitated. How can such a beautiful girl take it to the dusty construction site at home?

"It's okay, I also want to see what is going on in the remodeling of the house."

Seeing Sun Peng's puzzled look, Zheng Jia's small face blushed slightly, and his heart suddenly jumped. She didn't know what happened to her today. Anyway, when she and Sun Peng were left, she suddenly wanted to visit his house, even if it was still a construction site.

"That's it... also good!"

Sun Peng didn't think too much, and immediately nodded.

He now likes the feeling of playing with the Zheng brothers and sisters on weekends and then having a meal together, which makes him feel like he is fully integrated into the world. And when the home is renovated in the future, the quadrangle courtyard where he lives alone will definitely become a place for friends to gather, so it’s okay for people to go and recognize the door first!

While strolling and chatting, the two arrived at the old house of the Sun family after ten minutes.

"...It's pretty close to my house!"

When he saw the gate enclosed by the decoration panels from afar, Zheng Jia said with bright eyes: "It's just that after a few hutongs, it takes up to 20 minutes to walk."

"Really? When I move back in later, I will also go to your house to recognize the door when I have the opportunity to visit my uncle and auntie."

After shrugging, Sun Peng smiled back.

After playing on Saturday during this time, the Zheng family brothers and sisters always invite him to take a bath at home and change clothes, but Sun Peng has always declined. He always feels that everyone has not known each other for a long time, so it's just a matter of going to someone's house as a guest. What's the matter of running to take a bath?

"Now, this is our old house."

When he walked to the door of the old house, Sun Peng said complacently: "It's not too big, but it's over two hundred square meters! According to my grandfather, the old Sun's house has lived here for more than 100 years and has never left. I'm... well, it should be the seventh generation heir!"

"Oh!"

Replied casually, Zheng Jia looked inside the door curiously.

"Okay, don't stretch your neck."

Rolling his eyes, Sun Peng raised his foot and walked inside the gate: "Just go in and watch it? Look at this place, it's the garage that I asked the designer to remodel... This alley is relatively wide, and the end is directly connected. It's the road, so I asked the designer to move the original door to the side, then made a garage out, and it can be used now..."

"Huh? The area is already small. Wouldn't it be smaller if you get a garage?"

After blinking, Zheng Jia asked very puzzled.

"Uh... two hundred square meters is still small?"

Looking at the serious-looking girl, Sun Peng asked with staring eyes in surprise. For a diaosi who has been renting a house in her previous life, let alone a quadrangle of more than two hundred square meters, the two-bedroom houses in their early 100s are all big houses... But you told me that the house is small?

......How big is your house!

At this moment, Sun Peng suddenly became a little curious about the Zheng family. He only knew that the two brothers and sisters were both policemen, and that the family was still a family of policemen. There are now more than a dozen policemen plus their father's cousins, but he never asked about the specific situation. I originally thought that the most policemen would be the level of ordinary citizens, but now that I think about it...

What this girl usually wears is not cheap!

Of course the girl didn’t know what Sun Peng was thinking. She just thought that she might have said something wrong, and quickly remedied: “Two hundred square meters is of course not small. You can live by yourself enough... I’m just a little curious. You made so much money writing novels, why not buy a good car?"

Sun Peng glanced at his car in the garage, shrugged and smiled: "I don't care about cars. It's just a means of transportation. This car is enough...Let's go inside and take a look."

Finally, when a friend came to see his house, Sun Peng had a big talk for a while and excitedly introduced his small courtyard to Zheng Jia. For him, this courtyard house not only fulfilled the dream of owning a house in the imperial capital in his previous life, but more importantly, it represented his existence in this world, a home of his own.

Zheng Jia would definitely not understand this feeling.

After removing the garage and yard, the actual area left of the house is 145 square meters. Sun Peng enthusiastically introduced Zheng Jia's new home after its formation.

But just as they were halfway through, Sun Peng's phone suddenly vibrated.

"...Linlin, I'm here at the old house, what's the matter?"

Lin Lin's voice on the phone seemed very anxious, and she shouted: "Xiaopeng, come back quickly, your creativity has been stolen by others!"

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