"I am! I am who I am! Qiao Wei waved at the ponytail and greeted him.

"You're the one who just talked to me on the phone? You're John? Ponytail stared at Qiao Wei with wide eyes, as if Qiao Wei should be a different appearance in her imagination.

"It's me!" Qiao Wei nodded, "Or you can call me Qiao Wei by my Chinese name, I'm more used to being called that now." ”

"Oh, you're half-blooded?"

"Yes, my mother is Chinese." Qiao Wei nodded.

"Oh, I see." After saying that, Ponytail looked at me again.

Qiao Wei also hurriedly said: "This is my partner Lei Sheng, and the two of us are investigating the recent serial murders." ”

"You mean angel murder? Could it be that the caesarean killer also made it to God's blacklist? Ponytail's eyes suddenly widened, and the speed of her speech became unusually fast, and I could barely understand a few words, but fortunately I could guess what she was saying from them.

Qiao Wei did not rush to answer the ponytail's question, but asked rhetorically: "Angel murder case?" Is this the name you gave? I don't think I've read anything like that in the newspapers. ”

Ponytail was stunned for a moment, although he smiled slightly, "Don't forget my second career, if a case doesn't have a proper name, it will definitely not constitute a good story." ”

She was right, I had similar habits, but I didn't like her frivolous attitude. She gave me the feeling that while I wasn't sure where it came from, I just felt that the reason she chose to pursue these difficult cases was not to bring the killer to justice for the sake of justice, but to be purely utilitarian, or that she was simply enjoying the process of tracking down because it gave her endless inspiration for her writing.

"Okay, let's call it Angel Murder." Qiao Wei paused for a moment, then looked at me and said, "I don't know if you will believe what I said, but my partner did see the caesarean killer, he is a gardener, and he also has a particularly conspicuous explosive head, and he is indeed on God's blacklist." ”

Immediately after hearing this, Ponytail drew a cross on his chest, then folded his hands together in a prayer and said a lot of thanksgiving to God. I'm not a Christian, so I didn't listen carefully to what she was talking about, but her reaction was a bit contradictory to how she had told me at first.

Is she comforting the spirits of the old ladies who were killed by the exploding heads?

Or is she thanking God for giving her another big case?

I can't read her mind, and I don't bother to guess, as long as she is willing to believe Qiao Wei's words and is willing to help find the explosive head.

After her prayers, she also came to me and formally introduced: "Hello, my name is Daniel Brown, and I said on the phone that you are detectives, and I hope to ...... Are you playing the role of Watson? ”

To my surprise, she spoke Chinese to me, and although she spoke it very lamely and the word "hope" was used even more inexplicably, it still surprised me.

If my English is very slippery, I have to respond to her in English, but unfortunately my English is not very good, and if I really speak English to her, I may make the mistake she just "hoped", so I simply replied in Chinese: "I'm sorry, you hope wrong, if you have to classify it like Sherlock Holmes's Watson, then I am the one who plays the role of Sherlock Holmes." ”

"Oh?!" Ponytail sighed in surprise.

"Let's stop here for the Sherlock Holmes question, I want to know how you managed to find that exploding head!" I said.

Ponytail also nodded quickly, and continued to say in her broken Chinese: "Yes, yes, the business matters." ”

Although it didn't make a good impression on me, this ponytail Daniel is still very efficient in getting things done.

Immediately after leaving the psychiatric hospital, Ponytail took Qiao Wei and I to her office at the police station. On the way, I told Ponytail about the houses I had seen before, and when I got to the office, Ponytail immediately found many photos of the houses on my computer for me to identify.

Within two minutes, I was able to find the two houses I had seen from these photos.

The two houses are very different in size and architectural style, and I was surprised that they would appear on the computer with a ponytail at the same time.

I threw the question to Ponytail, and she immediately replied that in the past few years of investigation, she had deduced the range of the murderer's activities, and that the houses in the photos were within this range of activities.

I didn't ask how she reasoned, but I was curious to see if she was going to take pictures of these houses.

Under my questioning, Ponytail Zuihou also compromised to answer the real purpose of her photo - after the case is finally solved, her novel will definitely use these materials, in order to make the novel more realistic, she must accurately restore the murderer's daily life, these photos are the most haode auxiliary materials.

"So you're also a crime fiction writer?" After hearing Ponytail's answer, I immediately asked again.

Ponytail frowned, "Weishenme wants to use the word 'also'?" ”

"It seems that you should know Zhang Lu?" I replaced my answer with a question.

Ponytail smiled and nodded at me, "Of course, we're all in the same boat, and her novels are also bestsellers, but she's not on my list of competitors." In reply, Ponytail's eyes glanced at the drawer at the bottom of her desk.

It may have been a knee-jerk reaction on her part, but it clearly told me that there was something in the drawer, and it was definitely related to Zhang Lu!

What could it be?

Could it be the anonymous letter that Zhang Lu has been receiving?

It can't be such a coincidence, right?

"Can you show me what's in that drawer at the bottom of yours? If it's convenient! "To test my guess, I decided to try to ask.

Ponytail was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and sighed softly.

"Now I believe that you really look like the one who plays Sherlock Holmes except for your height, and you are really observant. Well, it doesn't hurt to show you, but if you're a fan or friend of Zhang Lu, you might be disappointed. ”

"Disappointed? weishenme？ "The ponytail made me very curious.

"I don't need to explain much, just look at it." As she spoke, Ponytail opened the bottom drawer of her desk and pulled out two stacks of printouts. The manuscript looked as if it had been old, the paper had turned yellow, and the edges were rolled up.

Before I could read the content of the manuscript, a few large words on the first page immediately caught my eye!

- Bob Quinn, the demon hidden behind the gentleman's exterior!

"This is ......," I looked at Daniel Brown, who was ponytailed, in surprise.

She raised her eyebrows, nodded at me again, and said, "I conducted an interview with Quinn in prison, when I was just a clerk who had just entered the police station, I think it was a miracle that I could get that interview with Quinn, and this is also the first manuscript I wrote, but the result of Zuihou is very ironic, the person who published this book is not me, but Zhang Lu." ”

As he spoke, Ponytail took out another letter and pushed it in front of me.

"This is a daoqian letter written to me by Zhang Lu, I sued her for her book "The Bloodthirsty Gentleman", but unfortunately I lost the case in the end, I don't have any evidence to prove that I wrote the first draft, and I can't show evidence to prove how Zhang Lu stole my first draft, to be honest, I don't know how she did it, but I don't believe that her book will be exactly the same as my first draft, not even a word! Afterwards she wrote me a letter to Daoqian, she said that all this was really just a coincidence, I didn't know how to answer her, and I didn't reply to her, but I kept her letter as a kind of warning to myself - the most important thing must be kept! And don't ......."

I didn't have the heart to listen to the ponytail's ensuing tirade, and my attention was completely drawn to it from the time she took out the envelope! The envelope was very old, still sealed with wax, and I had seen similar old envelopes in Zhang Lu's house.

I quickly took the envelope and took out the letter from it, and I was even more surprised that the handwriting style on the letter inside was exactly the same as the anonymous letters in Zhang Lu's house!

What the hell is going on?

Is Zhang Lu communicating with himself? Is she schizophrenic? Or has there been another person secretly spying on Zhang Lu and writing this daoqian letter to Daniel in Zhang Lu's name?

Bob Quinn, Zhang Lu, Daniel Brown, the little fat man who just had his throat ripped off, and even the exploding head gardener who kills old ladies......

There seems to be a faint clue between the seemingly unrelated people, what is the connection between them?

The mystery is getting closer and closer to me, and I seem to be able to solve these two puzzles that are pestering me and Qiao Wei at the same time!