(Jiang Zixuan's diary)

I went back to my room, and I had just finished doing something when the doorbell rang. After confirming the visitor from the door, I unlocked the door and opened the door, which was Zhang Xiushan, the editor-in-chief of the children's column.

"You're still the same, very punctual. I said.

"Where, I'm on my way home anyway. ”

I invited Zhang Xiushan into the narrow living room, made tea, and then walked back to the studio and took the original manuscript on the desk: "Why, this, I don't know if the writing is good or not." ”

"I'll read it. He put the teacup down, reached for the manuscript, and began to read it, while I flipped through the newspaper. As always, it always makes me uncomfortable to have people read my own work in person.

It was probably halfway through Zhang Xiushan's reading when the radiophone on the dining table suddenly rang. I said "out of company" and left my seat.

"Hello, I'm Jiang Zixuan. ”

"Hey, it's me. It was Liu Yu's voice, which sounded a little heavy.

"Ah, what's going on?" I was still worried about Luo Luo, but Liu Yu didn't answer directly, he paused and asked, "Are you busy now?"

"It's not busy, but there are guests here. ”

"Well, when will it end?"

I looked at the clock on the wall, and it was just after six o'clock.

"It's going to take a little time, what the hell is going on?"

"Well, it's not clear on the phone, I have something to discuss with you, can you come to me?"

"Yes. "I almost forgot that Zhang Xiushan was on the side, and I almost blurted out if he was about Luo Luo.

"How's eight?" he said.

"Good. ”

"Then I'll wait for you. He hung up the phone.

As soon as I put the earpiece away, Zhang Xiushan hurriedly stood up from the sofa and said, "If you have anything else, then I..."

No, it's okay, it's okay. I gestured for him to sit back, "I've made an appointment with someone at eight o'clock, and if you still have time, you can read it slowly." ”

"Well, then you're welcome. He picked up the manuscript and continued reading.

I also spread out the newspaper again and stared at the text on it, but my mind kept thinking about what Liu Yu was going to say.

I'm guessing it's got something to do with Rollo, and I can't think of anything else.

Liu Yu wrote a novel called "The Biography of Roger", which describes the life of a certain printmaker. Although it is called a novel on the surface, in fact, the protagonist of the work is a real person, a man named Roger.

Roger and I went to the same high school as Liu Yu and Wudu. Perhaps it was because of this relationship that Liu Yu had the idea of writing Roger's story into a novel. It's just that there are a few things in this novel that need to be discussed, and to put it bluntly, even some of the less glamorous things that Roger has done before in this work are truthfully described. Especially the various strange behaviors of his student days, Liu Yu almost reproduced them in the original. In my opinion, except for the different names of the characters in the book, the content of the book does not look like a fictional novel at all, and even the protagonist is later stabbed to death by a street girl, which is completely consistent with real events.

The book hit the bestseller list, and it was too easy for anyone who knew Roger to guess who the novel's main character was, and finally, Roger's family saw the book.

Roger's father died early, and it was his mother and sister who came out to protest. They said that it was clear that the protagonist of the novel was based on Roger, but they could not remember who had been allowed to write such a novel. Secondly, because the book exposed Roger's privacy and unduly tarnished his reputation, they demanded that the work be recycled and completely rewritten...

Liu Yu also said that the other party did not ask for actual compensation such as compensation. I don't know if they really just want to rewrite the work, or if they have other deeper intentions, it is still impossible to determine.

Judging from the voice he had just spoken on the phone, I am afraid that the negotiations with Rollo were not going well, but what was the matter with calling me over? If they did break down, how could I help?

Just as I was thinking about it, Zhang Xiushan on the other side seemed to finish reading the manuscript, and I also looked away from the newspaper.

"It's well written," Mr. Zhang said, "it's quite warm, with a nostalgic atmosphere, and I think it's good." ”

"Yes, I feel much more at ease when you say that. I was really relieved and quickly took a sip of tea. Although Zhang Xiushan, a young man, is kind, he will not casually say some flattering words.

If it's usual, we'll discuss the future plans next, but we'll have an appointment with Liu Yu later... I looked at the clock, and it was half past six.

"Are you in time?" asked Zhang Xiushan smartly.

"Well, it's still too late. There's a restaurant around here, and we went there to eat and talk about it, which helped me a lot. ”

"Well, I'm going to have dinner anyway. He put the manuscript in his purse. If I'm not mistaken, he's almost thirty, but he's still single.

There was a restaurant about two or three minutes away from my house, and we had a barbecue while discussing business. Although we are discussing business, in fact, we are talking about miscellaneous matters. Among them, I accidentally revealed that the next person to date me was the writer Liu Yu, and Zhang Xiushan was a little surprised when he heard it.

"Do you know Mr. Liu Yu?"

"Well, we went to the same school in junior high school and high school, and we lived very close to each other, so we walked from here, but our old homes have been demolished. ”

"It's the so-called old childhood acquaintance, right?"

"Probably, we're still in contact with each other. ”

"Ah," Zhang Xiushan's eyes showed a look of envy and longing, "I didn't know." ”

"I'll help you write the manuscript for your company, and it's through him that I'm introduced. ”

"Huh, is that so?"

"At first, the editor-in-chief of your company invited Liu Yu to write a manuscript, but because he didn't write children's literature, he refused, and instead introduced me to you, that is, he was a noble person who promoted me. I said as I put the barbecue macaroni in my mouth with a fork.

"Well, there's such a thing. Liu Yu's children's literature, such a title is really attractive. Then Oshima asked me, "Mr. Jiang, don't you want to write a novel that appeals to adult readers?"

"I'd love to write it, if I have the chance. "--That's what I mean from the heart.

At half past seven, we left the restaurant and headed for the station.

It was exactly eight o'clock when I arrived at Liu Yu's house. I stood in front of the door and thought it was a little strange, it was pitch black, and the lights outside the door were not even turned on.

However, I still pressed the button of the doorbell, but I didn't expect it to be expected, and no one answered.

I thought to myself, could it be that I made a mistake. Liu Yu said eight o'clock on the phone, maybe he didn't mean eight o'clock to "his house".

On my way back, there was a small park a little past, and I took out my change and walked into the phone booth next to the park.

From the phone book, I found the phone number of a hotel and dialed the number. When the hotel staff heard that I was looking for a guest named Liu Yu, they immediately helped me transfer him.

"Hello. -- was Chen's voice.

"I'm Jiang Zixuan," I said, "Is Liu Yu there?"

"No, he didn't come here. I'm still at home, right? Because there's still work to do. ”

"No, he doesn't seem to be there..."I told her that the lights in Liu Yu's house were all dimmed, and there seemed to be no one inside.

"That's weird. She seemed confused on the other end of the line, "I'm afraid it was midnight when he told me about this." ”

"Then he's probably just going out for a while, right?"

"Probably not. Chen En was silent for a moment, "That's okay, I'll go over there now." "It'll be there in about 40 minutes." Where are you now?"

I explained my location, told her to go to a nearby café to pass the time, and hung up the phone.

Walking out of the phone booth, before going to the café, I went around to Liu Yu's house again to look at it. It's still the same, the lights are all dimmed, and Liu Yu's car in the parking lot is parked there well, and he always feels that something is weird.

I have been there several times, and the owner of the café recognized me and asked why I didn't come with Mr. Liu Yu today.

Just chatting with the boss about professional baseball, talking about it, thirty minutes passed. I paid the bill, walked out of the store, and walked briskly to Liu Yu's house.

When he walked to the door, he saw Chen En getting out of the taxi. Hearing me call out, she smiled back at me. However, when she looked into the room, her face suddenly sank and she looked very uneasy.

"It's really all dark. She said.

"It looks like he hasn't come back yet. ”

"But there's no way he's going to get out. ”

She took the key out of her purse and walked to the entrance, with me following.

The door was locked, and Chen En opened the door and entered the house, then lit the electric lights everywhere. The air in the room was cold, and no one seemed to be there.

Chen En walked through the hallway, intending to twist the doorknob of Liu Yu's studio, but the door was locked.

"Does he lock it when he goes out?" I asked.

As she pulled out her key, she tilted her head and thought, "He hasn't locked the door much lately. ”

With a turn of the key, the door opened. There were no lights on in the studio, either, but it wasn't completely dark. The power of the computer is still plugged in, and the screen is shining.

Chen fumbled with the wall and pressed the button for the fluorescent lamp.

In the center of the room, Liu Yu fell to the ground with his feet facing us.

After a pause of a few seconds, Chen En stepped forward in silence. Halfway through, she suddenly stopped halfway, covered her mouth with both hands, and her whole body instantly stiffened, without saying a word.

I also moved forward tremblingly, Liu Yu's body was lying on his stomach, and his head was turned to the side, revealing the left half of his face.

His eyes were slightly open, and his eyes were glazed.

"He's dead. I said.

Chen En's whole body slowly collapsed, and at the same time that her knees touched the floor, she let out a mournful cry that seemed to come from the depths of her body.

....

Seeing this, Xu Mu and Li Ming looked at each other without silence. Li Ming lit a cigarette and leaned on the desk and said, "What do you think?"

Xu Mu said in a deep voice: "To be honest, I always felt that the murderer should be him. The reason why it is determined this way is because of a sentence blurted out by Jiang Zixuan on the night of the crime. From the moment I heard that, I began to wonder about the possibility that he was the murderer. ”

Although he knew that it was very inefficient to handle cases based on intuition alone, only this time, Xu Mu allowed his intuition to develop freely. Hearing that Jiang Zixuan recorded this incident, Xu Mu was actually very surprised. Because if Jiang Zixuan is really a murderer, he will never do anything stupid to explain the details of the matter clearly. However, when Xu Mu read the notes, this idea changed one hundred and eighty degrees.

Admittedly, the notes were very complete and convincing. When they read it, they almost forgot that what was described in it did not necessarily correspond to the facts. However, isn't this exactly Jiang Zixuan's intention? As a prisoner, how can he divert the police's suspicion of himself? Jiang Zixuan should have expected that because of the problem of time, he would become the most suspicious object.

And what appeared in front of him at this time turned out to be a former student. So he took advantage of the man and wrote fake notes for him to read. The former rookie student, even if he became a police detective, would definitely not be able to become a big weapon, he should be easy to fall for.

However, after careful reading, Xu Mu managed to find several hidden traps in Jiang Zixuan's notes. What's even more ironic is that if it weren't for this note, which he wrote by himself, there would be no important evidence that the prisoner didn't think twice other than him.

"The obstacle now is his alibi. However, then again, it was just his personal explanation from beginning to end. Did the phone call I received after six o'clock really come from Liu Yu? No one knew about this. ”

examined the many doubts related to this case from beginning to end, and found that there was a clue to these points, and the answer was in Jiang Zixuan's notes.

After re-examining the reasoning he had obtained, Xu Mu reported to Yang Zhizhi during the meeting. Yang Zhizhi is a very cautious person, but she also agrees with Xu Mu's arguments. Inferred from the portrait of the suspect, he also felt that Jiang Zixuan was weird. Jiang Zixuan's notes did not mention that he seemed extremely excited and talked a lot on the night of the incident. Experienced police officers know that this is one of the typical examples of real murderers showing their faces.

"Now all we owe is physical evidence. Xu Mu said like this to Yang Zhizhi and Li Ming.

There is also a problem. What was the motive of the prisoner? Li Ming did all kinds of investigations, needless to say about Liu Yu, and the two of them also collected a lot of information about Jiang Zixuan, but they really couldn't find a reason for Jiang Zixuan to kill Liu Yu. No, in terms of taking care of many aspects at work, Liu Yu can even be regarded as Jiang Zixuan's benefactor.

The two planned to go to Jiang Zixuan's house with a search warrant the next day to do a final search.

On the other side, Liu Zhengyi watched the cook come home from work and accosted him while waiting for the train at a remote station: "Hey! ”

"Uh... Thank you. The cook scratched his head a little silly.

"By the way, what size of shoes do you wear?"

"42 bar..."

"yes, that's a coincidence. Me too. Liu Zhengyi walked over with a knife hidden behind his back and a sinister smile, while the cook was defenseless...

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(PS: What? So boring? This catches the murderer?)