Xu Mu in the car noticed that Jiang Zixuan's right index finger and middle finger who entered the car had thick calluses, probably left over from holding a pen and writing all year round.

"Ah, I can't believe how a good man died all of a sudden. Jiang Zixuan sighed after getting into the police car.

Xu Mu frowned and said, "Yes." That's right, Mr. Jiang. How are your novels written now?"

"Hey, it's a bit embarrassing to say, the novels in the children's column are really not read. ”

"Understood" Xu Mu nodded, "What kind of novel did Liu Yu write?"

Jiang Zixuan was a little surprised: "You don't know Liu Yu?"

"I've heard the name, but I haven't read the book, especially lately I have barely read the book, and the prisoner is almost impossible to catch. ”

Jiang Zixuan said that Liu Yu debuted about ten years ago, won a certain literary award, and is one of the few best-selling authors today. His work is very diverse, ranging from pure literature to sketches for mere entertainment.

"Is there anything I can read?" Xu Mu asked, "like mystery novels or something?"

Jiang Zixuan told Xu Mu a book called "Living Alone", which he had read a long time ago, and Jiang Zixuan didn't remember the content very well, but there was a description of murder in it.

"Why would Mr. Liu Yu want to move to Canada?"

"There seemed to be a lot of reasons, but he probably felt a little tired. A few years ago, he had talked about going abroad to recuperate, and Vancouver seemed to be the place where Chen was in love. ”

"Chen En you just said is his wife, doesn't he? ”

"They just registered their marriage last month, and this is his second marriage. ”

"Oh, he's divorced?" Xu Mu was surprised.

"No, it's been five years since my first wife died in a car accident. ”

"I've heard that because of the insinuation that a loved one of them is the protagonist of the novel, a Miss Rollo came to ......protest," Kaga said, "and besides, did Liu Yu get involved in any other turmoil? ”

"Well, I can't think of it for a while. While answering this, Jiang Zixuan frowned, he seemed to have noticed that he was being interrogated. Suddenly shocked by this, even the policeman Li Ming, who was holding the steering wheel in front of him and never said a word, made people feel very uncomfortable.

"By the way," Xu Mu opened the notepad, "do you know the name of the Star Casting Dragon Snake?"

"Huh?"

"And the Blind King, and the Tide King?"

"Ah," Jiang Zixuan nodded suddenly, "That's the character in "Spring of Sweet Potato", a novel written by Liu Yu that is currently being serialized in the monthly magazine. ”

Until he died, Mr. Liu Yu seemed to be still rushing that novel. ”

"Hearing you say that, I remember that the power on my computer is always on. ”

"That's what appears on the screen. ”

And so it was. Jiang Zixuan suddenly remembered something and asked Xu Mu, "How many novels has he written?"

"What do you mean?"

"It's just a few pages written. Jiang Zixuan said that Liu Yu had mentioned that he had to expel thirty pages tonight.

"The way computers typeset is different from manuscript paper, so I'm not sure how much I wrote in total, but at least not one or two pages. ”

"You can tell from the number of pages he wrote that he was killed, isn't it? When I came out of Liu Yu's house, he hadn't even started working. ”

"We've thought of this too, but the speed of writing is not fixed, right?" Xu Mu replied.

"That's true, but there's a limit to what you can write as fast as you can. ”

"Then what is Mr. Liu Yu's limit?"

"Well, I remember he said before, an hour is about four pages. ”

"So, even if you rush to work, you can only write six pages in an hour?"

"It should be. ”

Xu Mu was silent for a while, as if he was calculating something.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Zixuan asked.

"Well, I don't know yet. Xu Mu shook his head, "I'm still not sure if the remaining picture on the computer is the part that will be serialized this time." ”

"Yes, maybe he just pulled up what he had published before. ”

"We're going to talk to the publisher about that tomorrow. Xu Mu's mind spun around quickly. According to Chen En, Luo Luo left around five o'clock, while Jiang Zixuan received a call from Liu Yu after six o'clock. In the meantime, if he had written, he would have been able to write five or six pages. The question is, how many more pages are there?

"Ah, maybe that's a secret that should be kept in the hands of a case. Jiang Zixuan asked, "However, you should have speculated on the time of death, right?

"This is indeed something that should be kept secret," Xu Mu said with a wry smile, "but... The details will not be known until the autopsy report comes out, but according to our inference, it is probably between five and seven o'clock, and the results should not be too different. ”

"I got the call just after six o'clock..."

"Well, that's between six and seven. ”

I guess so.

"How was Liu Yu killed?"

Hearing Jiang Zixuan's muttering, Xu Mu showed a very surprised expression, he felt that this kind of words came from the mouth of the person who found the corpse, which was too strange. However, Jiang Zixuan's answer to him was that he really had no impression of Liu Yu's death, and frankly speaking, he was frightened at that time and didn't dare to face Liu Yu at all.

"This will also have to wait until the autopsy report comes out. But to put it simply, he was strangled to death. ”

"Do you mean strangulation by strangulation? with a rope or..."

He had a phone line wrapped around his neck. ”

"How could it be..."

"There was also a traumatic wound to the back of his head, which seemed to have been hit hard, and the murder weapon was found at the scene, a brass paperweight. ”

"So someone knocked him unconscious from behind and strangled him to death?"

"So far, it seems. Xu Mu suddenly lowered his voice, "What I just said, I think it will be announced to the public in the future, and before that, please don't mention it to anyone." ”

"Ah, of course. ”

Finally, the police car arrived at my apartment.

"Thank you for sending me back and doing me a great favor. Jiang Zixuan thanked Xu Mu and the two.

"I am, and I got a lot of useful information. ”

"Well, goodbye. ”

After watching Jiang Zixuan go upstairs, Li Ming leaned on the side of the car and smoked a cigarette and said, "Liu Yu." It's the best writer in the fog capital. Once upon a time, he relied on his novels to reduce the crime rate in the fog capital by 5%. ”

"Admire people?"

"Sort of, mostly now he's dead. Tomorrow's report will definitely have another major earthquake. Yang Naozhi just told me that we must ask us to find out the murderer. ”

"Isn't the status worse than Zhou Dalin?... It seems that some are busy. Xu Mu said with emotion.

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(PS: Why doesn't anyone collect such a good book!?)