After all, Lu Chen has experienced a lot, shuttling in parallel worlds, just like the feeling of being a human being in two lives, but his mentality has changed subtly, if ordinary people want to reach a height like Lu Chen, I am afraid that they may not be able to achieve results after all the hard work. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Johor Bahru City in the middle of the Lushui River is in the spring season again, and the mood of the people is as comfortable as the joyful cries of those flying birds. After throwing off the thick winter coats, men, women and children can enjoy the fragrance of spring on the street or in the wilderness with a good mood. In the world of April, even the soil cut out of the ground is fragrant.

The signing of Takera's new book was held in a good place during the season, in a stadium that can accommodate thousands of people, and the atmosphere was so good that many young men and women were waiting outside the stadium two hours before the opening of the book signing.

Takera's novels are very popular with boys and girls, and he is known for his excellent creation of a terrifying atmosphere, and he is one of the top horror novelists in the country. Such works tend to appeal with plots that make people feel chilled from the bottom of their hearts, rather than the gore of American movies.

Mr. Wu Liang is Chinese New Year's Eve four years old, wears gold-rimmed glasses, and looks like a Sven. His wife was the proprietor of a furniture store, and they had no children.

This time, Wu Liang's new work "Altar of Ashes" has been pre-sold on the Internet before the official release, and there are many book orders, and today's on-site signing has made fans particularly excited and pushed the atmosphere to a climax.

Just as he was busy signing books for the long line of fans, a delivery van drove up to the outside of the stadium, and the people in the car saw the title on the poster outside the venue and confirmed that they were in the right place.

A man in orange-red overalls got out of the van, walked towards the venue with a cardboard box, and asked the security guard at the door: "Is Mr. Wu Liang inside?" ”

The security guard looked at the cardboard box he was holding, wondering what it contained, "He's in there, you're from the courier company?" ”

The man holding the cardboard box said: "Yes, the object I received before dawn this morning is the goods sent by the people of this city, and it is specially stated that Mr. Wu Liang wants to open it." ”

Watching the people from the courier company go in with their things, the security guard wondered in his heart which weirdo was spending money to get the courier company to send things here, and he wouldn't come himself?

"Are you Mr. Takera?" The man holding the cardboard box saw the bespectacled man on the poster and thought to himself that he must be the owner of this venue.

Wu Liang was a little strange, "It's me, you're delivering the courier?" ”

The person from the courier company said, "Yes, here is your courier please sign for it." ”

Wu Liang smiled and took the cardboard box, "This should be some kind of trick made by book lovers." "I was ready to sign the waybill attached to the cardboard box more than a foot high.

A young woman sent by a publishing house sitting next to Wu Liang said, "Let's see what it is before signing." ”

Wu Liang hesitated for a moment, and said with a smile: "No need, it should be something from a book fan, I have received it before, and young people like to do this now." ”

After signing the waybill, the courier company took the waybill and turned around and walked towards the outside of the stadium.

Wu Liang also saw a line of small words written in marker pen on the seal on the top of the cardboard box: "Mr. Wu Liang personally opened." He smiled and said, "It's quite like that." ”

The woman next to him used the knife she was carrying to cut the transparent glue on the seal, and the outer layer of the cardboard box wrapped by the courier company was opened, and after removing the shockproof styrofoam, she saw a black cardboard box, which should have been wrapped by the person who sent the courier himself.

Wu Liang felt a trace of uneasiness in his heart, as if he had seen ominous things from the black box. He carefully used a knife to cut the transparent tape of the sealed box, opened the black cardboard box, and saw a white ceramic jar surrounded by a pile of newspapers, and his face couldn't help but look difficult.

The people sent by the publishing house around him carefully took the white jar out of the box and put it on the table, and the people around him couldn't help but sigh after seeing it, the white jar was the urn.

A real columbarium appeared at the signing site of the novel "Columbarium", and some people in the crowd thought that this could be the trick of the publishing house?

Wu Liang was also puzzled and asked the woman beside him, "What's going on?" Did you know? ”

The woman was also confused, "This is not our arrangement, someone is playing tricks on you." ”

That urn has a certain weight, so what's inside? Wu Liang hesitated and stretched out his hand, but stopped again in the middle of the road. A man beside him opened the lid of the jar, and a fishy smell and lime smell suddenly came out, and everyone close to him couldn't help but cover their noses.

Wu Liang's uneasiness became even stronger, he mustered up the courage to lean over and look inside the jar, his body twitched as if he had been electrocuted, and his face fell back on the back chair like white paper, unable to speak.

The men and women from the publishing house around him looked at it together, and the woman immediately screamed: "Hand! Hand! Another man shouted, "Report to the patrol!" It's manpower! ”

The crowd let out a cry of fear, and the timid began to run outside, and the bolder ones wanted to go up to see it, but they were stopped by the people of the publishing house and the security guards.

Wu Liang, who collapsed on the chair, felt like he had fallen into hell, and he saw that the hand in the altar still had a familiar wedding ring on its finger, which was his wife's hand.

Luo Tianhua, a national security officer, rushed to the scene with his subordinates, and saw the ashes altar on the table and those with white faces, as well as the famous writer Wu Liang who was being helped to sit in the corner, and those book fans had been driven outside.

"Who kicked those book lovers out?" Luo Tianhua asked.

A security guard said: "I'm the security captain of this venue, and I asked people to kick those book lovers out to make sure the scene is not destroyed." ”

Luo Tianhua said: "It's a good job. Seeing that the security captain laughed, he was already scolding this fool in his heart for maybe letting the murderer go, because the murderer was most likely hiding among those book lovers.

The guard of the technical department brought the urn and the cardboard boxes back to the bureau, and a young female patrol came up and asked, "Head, shall we take those people back to the bureau now?" ”

Luo Tianhua said to the little girl who had just graduated from the patrol school: "Tell me what you think, what do you think?" ”

The little girl thought for a moment, "I think it's better to ask it here first, and then I will ask it again when I return to the bureau to see if their confessions are consistent." What do you think? ”

Luo Tianhua said: "Yes, better than me back then." When I first joined the work, my mind was still clouded when I went out on the scene. ”

The little girl was embarrassed, "Can I compare with you?" ”

Luo Tianhua frowned: "You come here with me to ask for a confession, and Lao Li will take someone to check those courier companies." After saying that, his gaze once again fell on Wu Liang, whose face was as dead as ashes, and the eyes of the famous novelist were as empty as a void, and only the occasional turn of his eyes distinguished him from the dead.

On the sixth floor of the office building, in the Kangfu * company, Lu Chen was talking to his mother in his hometown.

"I'll hurry up, after all, people are only in their twenties, and it's normal to think about it. yes, yes. Okay, I still have some things to do, so I'll hang up first. Lu Chen perfunctory his mother, and it was easy to breathe a sigh of relief.

When he returned to his hometown during the Chinese New Year, he took Shanshan back as his girlfriend and showed it to his parents, but his parents, who were twelve points satisfied, were urging him almost every day, urging him to hurry up and develop with Shanshan to the next step, and he understood what it means to ride a tiger.

Shanshan went to the tax bureau to do business, Lu Chen made himself a cup of black coffee, and read today's newspaper while drinking. The headline of Johor Bahru Daily was the story of the famous novelist Wu Liang, who yesterday was presented with an altar containing his wife's arm at the signing of his new book "The Altar of Cells", which is the same as the plot described in his new book "The Altar of Ashes". In his new work, the protagonist kills his wife and then puts the dismembered body in an urn.

However, the guards had not yet found the body of Mrs. Wu Liang, his wife was the owner of a furniture store, and Lu Chen estimated that the guards had turned the furniture store upside down.

Shanshan is back, and the beautiful girl in the jeans attracts the attention of passers-by, and the young men from the company next door are thinking of ways to talk to her.

After Shanshan entered the door, she said to Lu Chen, "Have you read the newspaper?" The novelist Wu Liang's wife was killed, and the murderer sent him his hand. I heard someone in the car talking about another psychopathic killer. ”

Lu Chen shrugged: "I saw it, but I can't be sure that his wife is dead yet." ”

Shanshan put down the purse and folder in her hand, "Won't you?" You're saying the killer just cut off his wife's hand, oh my God, who are they? ”

Lu Chenfeng said lightly, "Before we find his wife's body, we can't be sure that she is dead." If my guess is correct, the murderer will send the rest of his body to Wu Liang. ”

Shanshan pouted, "Who did he provoke?" It's infiltrating enough to think about. She thought of something, "Did you say your old friend would come to you for help this time?" ”

Lu Chen couldn't laugh or cry a little, "You said Lao Luo? He is now the deputy director of the Eastern District Patrol Bureau, and he can mobilize more manpower and material resources than before, and it is not difficult for him to do so far. ”