The rainy season in Jiangnan is long and humid, and both the city and the people are washed out by the rain. A white Audi honked its horn to signal pedestrians ahead to avoid, and then stopped at the door of the "Zhile Cafe". The door opened, and a woman stepped out of the car. The woman was not very old, she looked like she was in her thirties, and her short hair hung neatly down to the earlobe. The woman was wearing a professional women's suit, with a slight smile on her goose-egg-shaped face, and the eye waves at the corners of her eyes made people look comfortable and very friendly.

The woman glanced at the sign above her head that read "Zhile Cafe" and pushed the door open. Playing in the store was a song by Bob Dylan. The song is a few years old, but the melody is beautiful and the voice is perfect, which can be called a classic of English songs. No wonder it's called "Zhile", the woman muttered silently in her heart.

"Hello, beauty, are you one?" A waiter greeted him warmly.

"Xiao Lin, this, this." Before Xu Xiaolin could speak, the man sitting by the window in the corner waved his hand.

"Thanks, my friend has arrived." Xu Xiaolin smiled at the waiter and walked straight to the corner by the window.

At the small square table, two men were already seated. "Wang Shen." Xu Xiaolin walked up to the man who waved just now, "I'm sorry, there is a bit of a traffic jam on the road on a rainy day." Xu Xiaolin explained the reason why she was late, and said hello to Officer Wang with a smile.

Officer Wang's real name is Wang Shen, and he is a well-known figure in the local police. Why is Wang Shen famous? Mostly because of his excellent criminal investigation ability. There is also a small part, also because of his handsome appearance, so he especially recruits girls to see.

"We've just arrived, too." Wang Shen smiled slightly and beckoned Xu Xiaolin to sit down.

"Wang Shen, why do you have time to invite me to coffee today? Thank you. Xu Xiaolin picked up the coffee in front of her, held it up in front of her eyes, looked at Wang Shen and smiled, and then took a sip.

"When I look for two great writers, there must be something important. Otherwise, I wouldn't dare to alarm you easily. Oh, by the way, I haven't introduced it yet, it's ......"

"Hello, writer Lin University, I'm Xu Xiaolin." Before Wang Shen could finish speaking, Xu Xiaolin stood up from her seat and stretched out her hand again.

Lin Su raised his head at this time, glanced at Xu Xiaolin, his hand shook unconsciously, and the coffee spilled on his body. Lin Su picked up the paper towel at hand in a panic and began to wipe the coffee stains on his body. And Xu Xiaolin's hand was still stretched, but the corners of her mouth were happy.

"It's normal, it's normal." Wang Shen also laughed, and handed another tissue to Lin Su. "A lot of people are even more embarrassed than you when they first see her."

Speaking of the names of Lin Su and Xu Xiaolin, anyone who likes to read some suspense novels will be familiar with them. Both of them are the most famous suspense novelists of our time, and their novels have long dominated the top of the suspense fiction list. If you really want to talk about the high and low, judging from the usual novel sales data, Lin Su's novel sales are better. But recently, Xu Xiaolin's new novel "Rebirth" has gained more and more attention. It seems that Lin Su's top position in the sales list may be replaced by Xu Xiaolin.

And Lin Su and Xu Xiaolin's styles are very different. Lin Su often appears in the public's field of vision, wandering around the scene of the signing sessions held by major publishers. Compared with Lin Su, Xu Xiaolin is much more low-key. She never holds any book signings, or even attends awards ceremonies for her work. For readers, Xu Xiaolin carries a veil of absolute mystery.

Xu Xiaolin's style of acting has aroused all kinds of speculation from the outside world, some say that she is ugly and dare not see people, some say that she pretends to be tall on the shelf, and some say that she has social phobia. Unfortunately, none of these speculations are accurate. Xu Xiaolin can be called a complete beauty. Anyone who knows Xu Xiaolin can feel her affinity as an ordinary person. In social situations, Xu Xiaolin showed superb emotional intelligence. It's just that she likes to be quiet and that's it.

Lin Su was shocked when he saw Xu Xiaolin, because Xu Xiaolin looked too much like a person.

"She?" Lin Su wiped the stains off his body and looked at Wang Shen in surprise when he came back to his senses.

Wang Shen looked at Lin Su with a little schadenfreude. "I guessed you'd be so surprised. Although you are both great writers of suspense novels, Lin Su, this is the first time you have met Xu Xiaolin, right? ”

Lin Su looked at Wang Shen, then turned his surprised gaze to Xu Xiaolin while stretching out his hand. Two of the best-selling contemporary mystery writers have finally shaken hands. "Hello, it's really the first time I've met Xu Xiaolin in person. But it's too much like ......."

"Everyone says I'm like Han Mo, and I'm also very distressed." Xu Xiaolin sighed, shook her head, and showed a very helpless look, but she still had a joking smile on her face.

"You're not twin sisters?" Lin Su still couldn't suppress his surprise.

Xu Xiaolin smiled and shook her head.

"Xiao Lin, too, because of her appearance, she hasn't appeared in public much all the time. However, I vouch for her identity as a child, she and Han Mo are really not twin sisters. Wang Shen laughed twice more and patted Lin Su on the shoulder.

"But, Xiao Lin, you've got me in big trouble this time." Wang Shen took a sip of the coffee at hand, looked at Xu Xiaolin and said. "The plot in your novel "Rebirth" is exactly the same as Han Mo's case three years ago."

"Exactly the same?" Xu Xiaolin pouted and took a sip of the coffee at hand. "You must not have read the novel I wrote carefully, obviously many plots are different from the facts of the case you announced at the time."

"You think everybody is so easy to fool. Now your novel has not been serialized yet, and it has caused quite a stir. Many people said that Han Mo did not commit suicide back then. Especially those loyal fans of Han Mo, public opinion is very intense. Now the authorities have thrown this difficult problem to our bureau, saying that they will investigate the old cases anew and give an explanation to the masses. Wang Shen looked at Xu Xiaolin and frowned.

"Then check. With your ability, I'm afraid you won't be able to find out. Xu Xiaolin took another sip of coffee and raised her eyebrows, quite satisfied with the barista's craftsmanship.

Speaking of Han Mo's case three years ago, it was a sensation back then. If you talk about seniority, Lin Su and Xu Xiaolin can be regarded as Han Mo's juniors. At that time, Han Mo was a premier mystery novelist. Almost all of her novels are bestsellers, and she is a well-deserved uncrowned king. As a suspense novelist, Han Mo has gradually gained the aura of a star, and his fan base is huge. And because Han Mo is really a standard beauty, she also has countless suitors. A beautiful novelist with her own aura, Han Mo has almost everything that makes people envious. But all of this came to an abrupt end one night, and then it was accompanied by the surprise and sighs of countless people.

Han Mo's body was found after a neighbor reported the crime, and several days had passed since Han Mo's death. It happened in an old neighborhood during the summer. Many people can't figure out why Han Mo chose to live in this slum-like place. According to the staff around Han Mo, Han Mo usually doesn't talk much, and chose that kind of living environment because the market gas there can inspire more creativity.

One day, Han Mo's neighbors smelled a rancid smell out of nowhere. Everyone unanimously searched for the source of this rancid smell. In the end, everyone pinched their noses and stood at Han Mo's gate and called the police. At first there was only one policeman, then two, and finally it became a group. The policeman broke down the door, and a cold air rushed out of the door with a rancid stench, and the younger policeman vomited on the spot. In the middle of the living room facing the door, lay a corpse, which was badly decomposed, and the foul-smelling bodily fluids and the plasma beneath it were glued together, creating an increasingly unacceptable stench. A young policeman covered his mouth and looked around the room, the doors and windows were closed and airtight. The young policeman couldn't stand the smell and took a few steps forward, trying to open the window to get some air. At this time, another policeman standing beside him, Wang Shen, stopped the young policeman's movements and threw a mask to him.

"Identify the deceased first." Wang Shen instructed the police around him.

"Team Wang, this woman, it seems to be ...... By the way, it's that writer, it's Han Mo! The policeman next to Wang Shen looked at the woman lying on the ground on her back, and after identifying her identity, her eyes widened, obviously a little unable to believe what she saw in front of her.

"Han Mo? That hot novelist? When Wang Shen heard this, he also stared at the deceased's face for a long time, and then nodded slightly. It's really similar to the people on TV, but you still have to check it. ”

When the policeman next to him heard this, he nodded and left the house.

According to the preliminary judgment of the forensic doctor at the scene, because the air conditioner was turned on sufficiently, Han Mo's time of death was about ten days ago. The cause of Han Mo's death is currently difficult to judge. On the surface, the fruit knife stuck in Han Mo's abdomen is likely to be the cause of death.

Wang Shen checked the lock of the gate. The door lock of Han Mo's house adopts a chain structure, which can be locked in the house. When the police broke down the door, they had no choice but to cut the lock in the house and enter. Wang Shen checked the mechanical lock cylinder of the gate again, and it was also intact. Wang Shen glanced at the corpse, and then walked around the room. All doors and windows in the house are locked, even the kitchen and bathroom windows. A rough judgment flashed in Wang Shen's mind. "Could it be that this Han Mo committed suicide?" After muttering something in his heart, Wang Shen squatted down in front of a window. Wang Shen leaned closer to the bottom of the window edge to take a closer look, and saw that there seemed to be a little blood stain on the edge of the window.