The glow outside the museum receded little by little, and there was no bright shadow to be seen from the outside, and all the bright light shrouded in the eaves of the museum was not left at all after the sunset on the corner of the western mountain in the distance dissipated.

It was still less than seven o'clock in the evening, but the night had completely fallen, and all the darkness covered the whole sky like a curtain, and there was no light in the night, and above the night sky, there was not a little starlight, not even a sporadic shadow, and the crescent moon was only a little bent, but there was no bright moonlight, and the light and shadow were like blood stains covered with red, and remained in the corner of the crescent moon, like the blood stains left by wild beasts after eating food. It was more like some night demon behind a black curtain of sky, looking down at the bloody fangs that the world was showing.

No one knew what would happen in the next scene in the silent night, and the Museum of the Dead, which looked quiet on the outside, seemed to be about to take on some kind of wonderful change soon.

In the room where everyone gathered, most of the people were sitting on the sofa, Ling Qi's dinner had not yet been prepared, it was not yet seven o'clock in the evening, but they had been waiting in this room for almost two hours, since they came in, it may be that Ling Qi's dinner was a little more sumptuous, so it took a long time.

But not all the people in this room at the moment, Han Mo and Wen Ya said that they would not eat dinner after coming to the room, compared to a hungry dinner, the two of them preferred to do what they liked in their own rooms in this environment. Anyway, when they came, they also put a lot of bags of food in their backpacks, which should be enough for two people.

Like them, there is Yin Fei'er, her reason is that she is a little tired because she has been in the hall of the museum for a long time, and a beautiful woman like her, in order to maintain her shape, often skips meals at night. However, Ling Yu could see that Yin Fei'er said that physical fatigue was just an excuse, and she thought it was more because of Zhang Xiaoqian. From the very beginning, Ling Yu noticed that the relationship between the two was not ordinary. And at noon, Yin Feier's mobile phone interface was still on the screen of chatting with Zhang Xiaoqian.

Ling Yu looked around, Chu Ming and Shu Xiaoran sat on the sofa waiting for dinner to come, the two of them Qin Jian and himself both knew that they were well-known foodies, but what could they do, Shu Xiaoran was born not fat and had a good body shape, Chu Ming was the same, I don't know if the two of them will be like this if they give birth to a child after they get married.

And Qin Jian stood alone in front of some bookshelves near the wall, there were some books, most of which were written by some famous writers, and some novels or something, probably to play a decorative role.

Directly opposite Chu Ming and Shu Xiaoran, he lowered his head and held a pen in his hand, recording something on the notebook he had been holding before, probably recording everything he saw in the hall just now. There was indeed a lot of doubt in that hall. On this point, Ling Yu thought that she would have to continue to investigate to find something. Let's discuss it with Qin Jian and them after dinner.

But dinner hasn't come up yet, and it's idle anyway, so it's better to go over and find Zhang Xiaoqian to learn about some of this person, and by the way, see if you can get some of the previous stories between him and Yin Fei'er.

Ling Yu left Shu Xiaoran's side, she was sitting next to Shu Xiaoran just now, but the distance was not as close as Chu Ming and Shu Xiaoran. She walked straight over and naturally walked to Zhang Xiaoqian's side.

She didn't mean to disturb Zhang Xiaoqian, just watched him make notes in her hand. Ling Yu saw that on the notes, Zhang Xiaoqian recorded the characteristics of some of the collected items in the exhibition hall just now.

I also noticed a few points in the exhibition hall, except for the floor and ceiling, almost all of the objects in the exhibition hall are constructed in a variety of colors, and there are famous paintings. In addition to this, there is another point that I have communicated with Qin Jian just now, that is, the time when the famous painting on the wall is there, and the special famous painting. In the entire exhibition hall, there is only one painting from before 1900, which is a famous painting with a metal frame, and its subscript time is 1882, except for this, all the famous paintings were created after 1900, and they are all wooden frames, and the most important thing is that except for the famous paintings on the wall, all the collections have no annotations, let alone time.

These are all recorded by Zhang Xiaoqian in his notes.

Not only that, but there is also a point that Zhang Xiaoqian mentioned about the connection between the wall and the ground, there is a gap in the connection between the ground and the wall, I don't know what it is used for, Zhang Xiaoqian circled this point with a pen, it seems that he doesn't understand what it is used for.

Ling Yu has been sitting next to Zhang Xiaoqian, and Zhang Xiaoqian seems to have just realized that there are people around him, probably because some of Ling Yu's hair inadvertently floated in front of Zhang Xiaoqian's eyes, because the window is not closed now, and a slight breeze blows in from outside.

Zhang Xiaoqian stopped the pen he was holding and turned his head slightly to look at Ling Yu beside him, that face was very close to him, almost as long as he moved forward slightly, Ling Yu just now saw more clearly in order to read the notes, and he didn't know that he had inadvertently moved forward a lot.

After realizing that he was too close to Zhang Xiaoqian, Ling Yu moved his position to the other side, this scene happened to be seen by Qin Jian, but Ling Yu didn't see the expression on Qin Jian's face, Qin Jian didn't say anything, and continued to wander in front of the bookshelf.

Zhang Xiaoqian looked at Ling Yu beside him, he didn't know when she came over, but one thing he was sure of was that Ling Yu should have seen the content of his notes just now.

"The famous police officer Ling in Chengguang City, the instructor of the former Muyun City Special Police Commando Team, should not be too good to peek at other people's notes like this." Zhang Xiaoqian didn't look directly at Ling Yu, he closed his notes and said to Ling Yu.

Ling Yu replied: "Ha, I'm really embarrassed, I didn't dare to disturb Mr. Zhang when I saw Mr. Zhang sorting out his notes just now, but looking at what Mr. Zhang said to me just now, I should know me very well?" ”

"A few months ago, I cracked the Kangduo case and Yan Fei's case, and then returned to Muyun City to dismantle the remnants of the Black Feather Organization, these should be things that everyone knows."

When Zhang Xiaoqian was talking to Ling Yu, he had already put the pen in the pocket of his jacket.

Then Zhang Xiaoqian continued:

"Actually, you should have guessed, I am a mystery novelist, there should be a mystery novelist in your cognition, Liu Xuan of Chengguang City, we discussed it together after he wrote the blood "Blood Rose", most of the things about you are learned from his novels, and it is said that his novels are adapted from your real cases."

is the same as what Zhang Xiaoqian said, Ling Yugang wanted to say this, he is also a mystery novelist, Zhang Xiaoqian can't not know the famous Liu Xuan, and Zhang Xiaoqian is not in Chengguang City, and he has not seen this person when he was in Muyun City, so if you want to understand yourself, you can only go through the novels written by Liu Xuan.

However, it can also be seen that Zhang Xiaoqian is not as simple as he imagined, and I am afraid it is still very difficult to know the root of it.

"It seems that Mr. Zhang knows a lot, and you must know a lot about my colleagues."

Zhang Xiaoqian did not speak, and there was no expression on his face. Then he looked at Ling Yu who was sitting next to him and asked her:

"Tell me, you came to me to find out something."

"Why do you want to come to this event at the Museum of the Dead?"

Zhang Xiaoqian was quick to speak, and Ling Yu asked him directly.

"It's nothing, it's just the nature of a mystery writer, and I want to come here to find some inspiration for the next novel."

"I've read your works before, such as "Blood Mist" and "The Man with a Cold Face", so I'm looking forward to your next work." Ling Yu didn't know how to deal with Zhang Xiaoqian for a while, and seemed to have a feeling of not knowing what to do.

"Do you think there's anything strange about this museum?" Ling Yu didn't have the cold and arrogant temperament in front of others before.

"Didn't you see it all in my notes just now?" Zhang Xiaoqian said coldly to the field.

But speaking of which, Ling Yu now wants to find out the bottom of Zhang Xiaoqian and Yin Fei'er, if someone else talks to Ling Yu like this, in this world, except for Qin Jian, it is estimated that that person's fate should be "very miserable".

After Zhang Xiaoqian finished speaking, he immediately added:

"Officer Ling, why don't you ask me directly about my relationship with Yin Fei'er?"

"Huh?"

Ling Yu was rarely surprised, but this time she was really taken aback, she didn't expect that Zhang Xiaoqian, the mystery novelist in front of her, would actually guess her thoughts, just like putting a roundworm in her heart, and then told her owner everything she thought.

Zhang Xiaoqian looked at Ling Yu with a surprised expression on his face, but he also noticed that this expression was quickly hidden by Ling Yu. Zhang Xiaoqian continued to say to Ling Yu:

"Don't be so surprised, you noticed that the relationship between me and Yin Fei'er was not ordinary when you first entered the door in the morning, and then at noon, when Ling Qi knocked on the door, you deliberately followed Ling Qi over, wanting to take the opportunity to probe the situation in the room between the two of us, and then your eyes were always on Yin Fei'er's mobile phone and saw her chat interface with me, so you always wanted to know the relationship between me and Yin Fei'er."

"Well, you're right." Ling Yu admitted that there was no need to hide it, anyway, sooner or later she would have to ask Zhang Xiaoqian.

originally thought that people like Zhang Xiaoqian would not tell themselves about their relationship with Yin Fei'er, but who knows, Zhang Xiaoqian said:

"I can understand that in fact, mystery novelists and criminal policemen are also very similar in a certain aspect, one sets up his own mystery to solve it for the public, and the other solves the mystery set by others, when the secret box is opened, he doesn't care about what is in the box at that moment, but enjoys the pleasant sound that exists at the moment when the box is opened."

Ling Yu listened to Zhang Xiaoqian continue.

"Actually, many people should be able to see my relationship with Yin Fei'er, including you."

Ling Yu did have an answer in her heart.

Zhang Xiaoqian continued:

"We were in a relationship before," he paused, then slowed down and continued, "also a relationship between writers and enthusiasts!" ”