Inside the police station, Xu Mu was on the phone while wiping the stains on his shoes.

"In the morning, the regulatory documents on Luo Suiyi's signature... Right... She can't go to the north of the state... No, she ran away... I'm not happy about it..."When the restless Xu Mu hung up the phone, he found that Hao Gang and Chen Ling from the serious crime team came over.

"You seem to be a little irritable?" Hao Gang said.

"It's fine. Xu Mu sorted out his emotions, "Something?"

"We just want to know, did you give you money by shooting Liu Zhengyi's head and then throwing his body into the river?" Chen Ling said expressionlessly, "Or is it just a favor for your brother Kun?"

Xu Mu was silent for a while, and said in a deep voice: "No matter what you hear, it's not true. ”

"Do you mean you didn't kill Liu Zhengyi?, or are you not here for the sake of the scum kun?" Hao Gang said, "We want to give you a chance to confess to us." ”

"You didn't understand me, I didn't kill him. Xu Mu seemed a little angry.

"And where were you on the night of December 1st?"

"Huh?" Xu Mu laughed angrily, "When did the Serious Crime Team become the Internal Affairs Department?"

"Just when the police started killing people for the gangsters. Chen Ling said.

"Yes, then come to me when you have real evidence, don't waste my time before that!" As he spoke, Xu Mu picked up his coat and wiped Hao Gang's shoulders and walked out.

Bell bell bell.

Without waiting for Xu Mu to take a few more steps, Li Ming's phone called. Li Ming was about to share the latest clues about the writer's case with him, and made an appointment to meet at a place, and Xu Mu told him about it.

"They came to you and said they had no evidence. Li Ming, who smoked a cigarette, calmed down and said, "They can't find anything." At the end of the day, no one cares about Liu Zhengyi. ”

"Because he deserves it, just like Tarzan. Xu Mu couldn't stand the idea that people like Li Ming had the concept of nobility and cheapness, and said the opposite thing in a weird way.

"Don't make a big fuss, you're forced to do it. Li Ming tapped Xu Mu's chest and said in an enlightened tone, "He may really deserve it, he is Jiang Mumu's subordinate." She doesn't have a good bird, you know?"

"What about Tarzan? he deserves to die?" Xu Mu asked rhetorically.

"Of course, he's just a piece of trash. He almost killed you, remember?" Li Mingwei raised his chin, "Didn't we talk about this?"

"When the real murderer of Zhou Dalin and his wife is put in prison, not the substitute ghost we killed, this is the past!" Xu Mu's attitude was also very tough.

"Give it up. There is no point in doing that. ”

"Otherwise, will it be my turn to be the next person to be dragged to the dock to be shot?"

"Let's go, go to Jiang Zixuan. Li Ming tilted his head, glared at Xu Mu, and ended the topic.

In Li Ming's opinion, his partner is good, but he is too stubborn and unwilling to bow his head under the form.

When Xu Mu and Li Ming visited Jiang Zixuan again, it was already evening. At the door of Jiang Zixuan's house.

"I'm sorry, I have two or three more questions for you. Xu Mu smiled.

"I expected that, come in. ”

However, Xu Mu did not take off his shoes, and he asked, "Are you eating?"

"No, I haven't eaten yet, I'm just thinking about what to eat. Jiang Zixuan said with a distressed expression

"Let's be honest, we haven't even eaten lunch after a long day, have we?"

Xu Mu echoed and smiled bitterly at Jiang Zixuan.

"Okay, where are you going? I know there's a store where the pork chop rice is delicious, okay?"

"Anywhere," Xu Mu seemed to think of something as he said this, and he gestured with his thumb back, "There is a restaurant in the past, is that the one that the teacher went to last night?"

"yes, do you want to go there?"

"That's right there, it's close, and you can refill the coffee for free. ”

"Let's go, I'm starving. Li Ming said in a helpful voice.

"I don't care, then I'll go change my clothes. ”

Jiang Zixuan, who turned his back, suddenly lost his smile, and he didn't know what to think in his mind, and soon, Jiang Zixuan changed his clothes and walked out of the room. The three of them casually ordered food and began to chat.

"The novel I talked about before," Xu Mu said immediately after the maid left, "Ah, it's the one that Mr. Liu Yu left on the computer screen, called "Spring of Sweet Potato". ”

"Well, I know. Yesterday you said you wanted to find out if it was just written yesterday, or if you just called the previously published part to the screen, do you already have the answer?"

"There is already an answer, it should have been written yesterday. I asked the person in charge of the publishing house, and he said that it was just right with the previous serialization. ”

"So, he had been working very hard before he was killed. Jiang Zixuan took a sip of milk tea, "The day of going to Canada is imminent, it seems that Liu Yu also has to work hard, right?" Although he always found all kinds of prevarication excuses before, he didn't care about making the editor wait anxiously. ”

"Yes. There's just one place that's weird. Xu Mu leaned forward slightly, propping his right elbow on the table.

"What's strange?"

"The number of sheets of the original. If one is counted as 400 words, he has written a total of twenty-seven. Even if he started writing it at five o'clock after his wife Chen En left, it would be too much. I just heard from Mr. Jiang last night that Liu Yu's writing speed is at most four to six sheets an hour. ”

"Twenty-seven? That's a lot. Jiang Zixuan took another sip of milk tea and said, "The time I arrived at Liu Yu's house was eight o'clock, assuming that Liu Yudu was still alive before this, then he wouldn't have to write nine sheets an hour?... So it's possible that he's lying. ”

"Lying?"

"It is likely that he had already written ten or twenty sheets during the day yesterday, but according to his personal habits, he always said that he had not written a single one. ”

That's what the people at the publishing house said. ”

"I guess so. Jiang Zixuan nodded.

However, when his wife, Chen En, went out, he told her that he was afraid that he would not arrive at the hotel until midnight. In fact, by eight o'clock at the latest, he had already written twenty-seven pages. If you count the weight of about 30 pages in the serialized issue of "Spring of Sweet Potato", he is almost finished. It's understandable to say that the delay is delayed, but is there so much progress ahead like this?"

"I guess there is. Writing is not a mechanical task, and if you don't get inspiration, you may not be able to write it for hours at your desk, but if you have a lot of ideas, you may be able to write it in a few hours. ”

"Does Mr. Liu Yu have such a tendency?"

"Yes, then again, that's the case with almost all writers, right?"

"Well, I can't imagine your world. Xu Mu leaned forward and returned to his original position.

"I don't quite understand why you're spinning around on the number of sheets. Jiang Zixuan said, "In short, when Chen En went out, Liu Yu's novel had not yet been written, but when the body was found, the novel was almost finished, right?

"Perhaps. Although Xu Mu nodded, he still looked like he couldn't fully convince himself.

During the meal, Xu Mu no longer mentioned murder, but asked Jiang Zixuan about writing children's books. For example, what kind of books have become popular lately, what do you think about children staying away from books nowadays, and so on. Jiang Zixuan told him that the books that sell well are all excellent books recommended by the Ministry of Education, and that children don't like to read books are mainly influenced by their parents.

"To put it simply, parents nowadays don't read books themselves, but they blindly force their children to read, but because they don't have the habit of reading, they don't know what to show their children, so they can only stuff them with books recommended by the government. However, such books are usually stiff and uninteresting, which only makes children hate books more. This vicious cycle should repeat itself over and over again. ”

Hearing Jiang Zixuan's words, the two detectives showed admiration while eating their meals, and they didn't know how much they listened.

After the meal, "You probably want to smoke one, right?" Li Ming reached for the ashtray.

"No, no. Jiang Zixuan replied.

"Hey, have you quit smoking?" asked Li Ming as he lit a cigarette.

"Well, quit two years ago. The doctor told me not to smoke because I had a bad stomach. ”

Li Ming took back the hand that was stretched out to the ashtray, "I always thought that all writers smoked, and Mr. Liu Yu seems to be an old smoking gun." ”

"That's right, when he's working, the whole room is so smoky that you think you're getting insects. ”

"How was the body found last night? Is there smoke in the room?"

"Let me think about it, it was so chaotic after all. Jiang Zixuan took another sip of milk tea and muttered, "It should be a little smoke." Well, I guess so. ”

"That's right. Xu Mu slowly took out his notebook, "There is one thing I want to confirm again, it has something to do with your arrival at Liu Yu's house at eight o'clock." ”

"Hmm. ”

"At that time, Mr. Jiang, because no one answered the phone, and the lights in the house were all dimmed, so you called to the hotel where Mrs. Chen En was staying, right?"

"yes. ”

"Regarding the lights in the house," Xu Mu stared at Jiang Zixuan directly, "Are you sure it's all dark?"

"It's all dark, yes. Jiang Zixuan looked into Xu Mu's eyes and replied.

"However, you can't see the window of the studio from the main entrance, have you gone around into the courtyard?"

"No, I didn't go around. However, whether the lights in the studio are on or not, you can see if you stand at the door and stretch your neck. ”

"Is that so?" Xu Mu's expression was a little puzzled.

"There is a tall persimmon tree right next to the window of the studio, and if the light inside is on, then you can see the persimmon at a glance.

"Ah, that's right. Xu Mu and Li Ming looked at each other and nodded, "Then we understand." ”

"Is that important?"

"No, please take it as a mere confirmation. ”

"By the way, how is the situation of the investigation? Is there any new progress?" Jiang Zixuan took turns looking at the two detectives, and finally his gaze fell on Xu Mu's face.

"It's just getting started. Xu Mu replied calmly, on the one hand, he was also hinting that it was inconvenient to disclose the situation of the investigation.

It was mentioned on TV that it may also be an impromptu crime, which means that the criminal invaded Liu Yu's house for the purpose of stealing, but he didn't expect to be bumped into by Liu Yu, so he accidentally killed him. ”

"It's not entirely impossible. ”

"But don't you not believe in this hypothesis?" Li Ming said.

"yes. Xu Mu seemed to glare at Li Ming next door, "I personally think the possibility of this is very low." ”

"Why?"

"Usually, you enter through the gate, because if you are discovered, you can just find an excuse to prevaricate and swagger out through the door. However, the door of Liu Yu's house is locked, as you know. ”

"Is it possible that the prisoner locked the door on purpose?"

"There are three keys to Liu Yu's house, two of which are on Mrs. Chen En, and the remaining one is in Mr. Liu Yu's trouser pocket. ”

"But there are thieves who come in and out of the window, right?"

"Yes, yes, but it's much more well planned. The thieves will secretly investigate in advance to see if the family is not there and whether they will be witnessed by passers-by, and when these are confirmed, they will take action. ”

"Isn't that right?"

"But," Xu Mu bared his snow-white teeth, "if the thief had investigated beforehand, he should have known that there was nothing left in that house, right?"

"Ah, yes. Jiang Zixuan opened his mouth and looked at the two detectives, and Li Ming also showed his big yellow teeth.

"I think..."Xu Mu paused slightly hesitantly halfway through speaking, and then continued, "It should be done by someone I know." ”

"Look, the conclusion is not coming out. ”

These words can only be said here. He touched his lips with his index finger.

"Yes, I know. Jiang Zixuan nodded.

Then Xu Mu glanced at Li Ming, and Li Ming took the bill and stood up.

"I'm going to pay. ”

"Haha, okay. When I have money in the future, I'll treat you to a big dinner!"

"Please don't take it personally. Teacher"

After a while, Jiang Zixuan noticed that Li Ming looked strange, as if he was talking to the counter lady. The lady at the counter looked over and answered his question.

"I'm sorry. Detective Xu Mu didn't look at the counter, and continued to face Jiang Zixuan, maintaining the same expression, "We are confirming your alibi." ”

"Mine?"

"Yes. Xu Mu nodded slightly, "We have already confirmed with the screenwriters of the Children's Department, but we police must have all the relevant evidence as much as possible, please forgive me." ”

"That's why you picked this shop?"

"If it weren't for the same time, the waitress on duty would have been different. ”

"Yours is the case. Jiang Zixuan expressed his satisfaction to Xu Mu.

Li Ming came back, and Xu Mu asked him, "Is the time enough?"

"Well, it fits. ”

"That's great. After saying this, Xu Mu looked at Jiang Zixuan and instantly narrowed his eyes.

Shortly after the three of them left the restaurant, Jiang Zixuan said, "I don't think this kind of experience will be encountered in a lifetime, so I want to record it in some form." Alas, you can think of it as a writer's nature. For such a reason, I want to record this event as a diary.

Hearing Jiang Zixuan say this, Xu Mu seemed to be thinking about something, and didn't say a word. Then he said, "Can you borrow it?"

"Excuse me? No, I didn't write it to show it to others. ”

"Please. Xu Mu begged.

"But I've just told you all about what I've written. ”

"That's okay too. ”

"It's really a defeat for you. Jiang Zixuan looked at Xu Mu's firm attitude and refused again, scratched his head, and sighed, "Then you guys come up and sit down for a while, I'll store it in the word processor, and it will take a little time to print it." ”

"Thanks. Xu Mu said.

The two detectives followed Jiang Zixuan back to his residence. Jiang Zixuan turned on the printer, and Xu Mu came to the side to probe his brain.

"Is this a typewriter that specializes in manuscripts?"

"yes. ”

"Mr. Liu Yu's home is equipped with a computer. ”

"Because he likes to try new things!" Jiang Zixuan said, "He sends letters on the Internet and plays online games, and he seems to use it to do a lot of things." ”

"Teacher Jiang, don't you use a computer?"

"I've got this enough. ”

"Is it because someone will come to pick up the manuscript?

"No, I use fax most of the time, isn't there?" Jiang Zixuan pointed to the fax machine in the corner of the room. Because they share a telephone line, there is also a host of wireless phones next to it.

"But someone from the publishing house came to pick up the manuscript yesterday. Xu Mu raised his head and said, there was another layer of deep meaning hidden in his eyes.

"We have a lot of things to talk about face-to-face, and he came here yesterday. ”

Regarding Jiang Zixuan's answer, Xu Mu just nodded silently and didn't say anything more.

After the printing was over, Jiang Zixuan said before handing over the things to Xu Mu: "To be honest, I was hiding something. ”

"Really?" Xu Mu didn't seem surprised.

"You'll know when you look at it. I don't think it has anything to do with the incident, and I don't want to wronged people for no reason. "---- about Liu Yu killing a cat.

"I see. Xu Mu and the others took the notes printed out by Jiang Zixuan, thanked them again and again, and left.