The phone rings in the hallway of the Edinburgh apartment. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Nuo Nuo, the administrator who was guarding the phone, said: "The Zeng writer of 603 is here, and he is at home if he doesn't go out." ”

Because of the hot weather, Zeng Yuqing covered the door and listened to the irritability of the cicadas on the plane tree outside through the bamboo curtain, and then heard the voice of the administrator outside: "Miss Zeng, there is a call to find you." ”

"Who? Just say I'm not there. ”

"Hung up over there, said I'll come to you right away."

"You tell someone I'm home?" Zeng Yu opened the door clearly, angry.

The administrator was used to her strange temper, and he didn't take it seriously, so he turned his head and left, saying in his mouth: "It's someone from the police department, where do I dare to push back." ”

Someone from the police department? Zeng Yuqing hurriedly stood up, walked a few steps back and forth in the room, and then sat on the sofa again, picking up the fire sickle and lighting it little by little.

Yes, fire sickle, she seemed to have been burned by something, pinched it up with two fingers, hurriedly took it to another room and hid it in the depths of the drawer, and then thought about it again and was about to leave with her bag.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw a somewhat familiar woman standing at the door, wearing a Yin Dan Shilin cheongsam, half-length hair with slightly curled ends, and a light blue hairband, which looked very refreshing.

"Former writer."

"Do we know each other?"

"I met yesterday at Professor Lin's birthday banquet, I am Su San, Shu Ning's classmate."

"Hmm." Zeng nodded, intending to lock the door and leave.

"I don't know if I can have a few words with Zeng Writer."

"There's no time."

"Professor Lin had an accident last night."

"Really?" Zeng Yuqing didn't look interested at all.

"Aren't you curious?"

"Curious? I'm really not curious about everything. ”

"Professor Lin was killed."

Zeng writer let go of the doorknob: "Miss Su came to me to say this." ”

"Yes...... Well, it's not. ”

Zeng writer sneered: "I'm sorry, I don't have time to satisfy the desire of reporter Su to interview here." Good bye. ”

She locked the door and walked to the staircase, and Luo Yin walked up from below: "The rumors are true, Zeng's temper is really as big as ever." ”

Zeng Yuqing stood defensively, with his back against the wall: "Who are you?" ”

"Police Station Luo Yin...... Detective. ”

Zeng Yuqing was slightly stunned: "Oh, Master Luo, I have admired my name for a long time." ”

"There is no Young Master Luo here, only Inspector Luo. Why, the writer was busy going out? ”

"Well, I want to go shopping, since Inspector Luo has arrived, what about it...... Come in. ”

In fact, Luo Yin asked Su San to come forward and knock on the door, while he hid in the dark and kept observing.

Wen Yan nodded and said, "Then it will bother Writer Zeng." ”

Zeng Yuqing could only walk back and open the door.

"Lin Shi'an was killed yesterday."

"Really?" Zeng Yuqing put down two bottles of Coke, and handed the screwdriver over and said please use it.

"Su San mentioned it to you, I didn't see you surprised."

"Since Inspector Luo knows how I am, he naturally understands my reaction. I'm a well-known cold-hearted person, who lives and who dies, I don't care. ”

"Yes, I've heard that Zeng has a noble temperament."

"Haha, Inspector Luo doesn't have to be secretive, I know what I'm talking about outside, Gao Jie? I'm afraid it's a fake Qinggao, right? ”

Zeng Yuqing sneered.

"Yesterday, Miss Zeng helped to help Professor Lin back to the guest room, right?"

"Yes, I'm not the only one on the scene, the detective can go and ask others, Professor Mo Feilin was sent to the guest room by us and had an accident?"

"Exactly, I wonder if Miss Zeng thought that something was abnormal at the beginning?"

"Abnormal?" Zeng Yuqing thought about it carefully and said, "I think Professor Lin was a little strange at that time. His normal body is still very good, but it is a little strange to be angry like that all of a sudden, and it is very difficult to walk, and it is obvious that his hands and feet cannot be used, and his mouth is a little crooked. I wanted to talk to him, but he looked so sluggish that he didn't know what I was saying and kept nodding his head, and then ......"

Zeng Yuqing fell into the memory: "I held his left hand, Mrs. Lin held his right hand, Mr. Xiao followed behind Mrs. Lin, just a few steps I felt that the professor's body was very heavy, so Mr. Fan came to help, I said a few words to Professor Lin, he couldn't stop nodding, then I saw that the corners of his mouth were a little crooked, and he slipped down a little saliva." But Mrs. Lin's behavior is even more strange, it stands to reason that I, an outsider, can see it, Mrs. Lin has no reason not to see it, she pinched the handkerchief and wiped it gently. We helped Professor Lin in, told her to lie down, and I came out. Mrs. Lin was the last to come out and said that Professor Lin was asleep. ”

"And then you're gone?"

"Yes, I was not in a good mood at the time, and it was really sad to think that Professor Lin was suddenly old, so I went straight home."

"Didn't you say hello?"

"Why should I say hello to someone?"

Well, it's good, it's Zeng Yuqing.

Su San watched from the side, and the performance of the writer Zeng was similar to that in her works, paying attention to details and depictions, and at the same time acting independently.

"Where did you go when you got back from the International Hotel?"

"I'm in a bad mood, I went around the street, oh, I went to a department store, of course no one can prove it, I like to be alone."

"Who does Miss Zeng think killed Professor Lin?"

"Of course, everyone who was there yesterday was suspicious."

She looked at Su San with a cold gaze: "This reporter is also suspicious." ”

"Well, yes, I'm also on the scene, but I haven't left the hall from beginning to end, I've been with Shu Ning."

"You don't have to do it yourself if you want to kill someone." Zeng writer struck a match and lit a cigarette: "Reporter Su, you know more about these things than I do, do you think what I said is right?" Her smoking posture was very elegant, and Su San looked at the match she used, which turned out to be in a very delicate silver box.

Zeng Writer saw Su San paying attention to the matchbox, and chuckled: "I like these delicate gadgets, I didn't know what this box was in the past, I used it when I saw it as a good match with matches." ”

"Miss Zeng is really a person who can enjoy life."

Su San was sincerely admired.

"I am fascinated by every detail of life."

Indeed, her works are full of delicate details, like the smallest but brilliant pearls.

"I thought that with Miss Zeng's taste, she might use something like a lighter or a fire sickle."

"Lighters? There are also shells that look good, but foreigners' things are just taking advantage of a little kitsch and lewd skills, and the degree of refinement is too far from the things of our ancestors, and they are used temporarily to suit the occasion. ”

Luo Yin didn't want to listen to her high-minded talk, and was about to change the topic, but saw Su San sniff.

Luo Yin thought to herself, maybe she had found something again.

Sure enough, Su San asked, "How did I smell the smell of flint?" ”

"Flint? What is that? Zeng writer blurted out.

Su San smiled: "Miss Zeng doesn't even know about flint, that day I gave Professor Lin a fire sickle, made of silver, inlaid with agate and turquoise." ”

"Oh, I remembered. Maybe someone in this building is using that? Or do you smell wrong? Miss Sue could smell those scents, which was similar to what a woman said when she laughed at me. ”

"Laughing at Miss Zeng? Who is it? ”

Luo Yin asked.

No one wants to reveal their scars, but our former writer is different, she elegantly spat out a smoke ring: "A chicken drowned in the Pacific Ocean, and the people of Shanghai ate the tap water of the Huangpu River, so they said to themselves "drinking chicken soup". Anyone in this building can smell a flint in a house, Miss Su can smell it, and this tap water is not chicken soup. She read it out word by word, and it tasted a little cold.

Su San was stunned: "Miss Zeng doesn't have to be angry with irrelevant people. ”

"Naturally, it's irrelevant, see who has the last laugh, what do you say, Miss Su."

Coming out of the Edinburgh apartment, Luo Yin asked, "Do you think this former writer is suspicious?" ”

"Some, I did smell flint, but she didn't admit that there was such a thing as flint in the house."

"I really admire your nose for Babe, and with her character, she talked to us a lot today, especially the self-deprecation at the end, a little bit of what he meant."

"yes, I wonder why she's a little bit self-revealing of her scars."

"Saibeibei, what's that nickname? Think about it. ”

"Detective, let's talk about Liu Na, how can she be so prankstered."

The two got out of the car and walked into the police station laughing.

"Look, Cao Cao will arrive, this is not Liu Na."

Luo Yin pointed to the woman walking across from him.

The woman looked frightened, with tears on her face, and when she saw Luo Yin, she seemed to see a life-saving straw, and ran over and said in a hoarse voice: "Inspector Luo, I want to report the case." My cousin was killed. Head...... The head is gone."

"Her cousin?" Su San was stunned: "Oh my God, isn't that Shen Mubai!" ”