"Boss, you're here." As soon as Lin Xiaozhu walked into his office, he listened to Zhao Xiangxiang's hurried call.

"What's the matter?" Lin Xiaozhu put down the bag and sat on the chair.

"I was just in the bathroom, I heard Wang Xinya talking to her assistant, there was a murder in Area C, they are already on their way to the scene, should we ...... too"

"Haven't we reported enough on the murders? What is there to report about this kind of thing, just leave it to the police to deal with, so why should we bother to join in the fun? ”

So many things have happened recently, Lin Xiaozhu was already upset, and as soon as he arrived at the unit, he heard Zhao Xiangxiang say these things that were not interesting at all, and before Zhao Xiangxiang finished speaking, Lin Xiaozhu interrupted without raising his head.

"Team leader, listen to what I said, it is said that this murder was committed by the murderer on a forum called "Perfect Crime", completely imitating the content posted, and the initiator of this forum turned out to be the famous suspense novel writer - Wang Zengsi, who personally posted it."

"How can there be such a thing?" Zhao Xiangxiang's words finally cheered Lin Xiaozhu up, if he could have the opportunity to do an exclusive interview with this writer, he would definitely become a media independent again.

And Wang Xinya went to the scene of the murder, there will definitely be no major gains, in fact, people should be more concerned about this Wang Zengsi, with what kind of psychology he posted on the forum.

"Let's go." Lin Xiaozhu picked up the bag, got up and walked out of the office.

"To the scene of the murder?" Zhao Xiangxiang asked.

"Go to Wang Zengsi's house." Lin Xiaozhu raised his eyebrows slightly, and said confidently: "Contact his publishing house, I need to know all his information, including the address." ”

"Yes, I'll look it up." Zhao Xiangxiang made an OK gesture, and was about to walk to his position, ready to inquire about Wang Zengsi's publishing house phone.

"Yes, Boss." Zhao Xiangxiang hurriedly unplugged the power of the computer, held it in his arms, and chased after him......

A car drove out of the gate of the "Fashion" headquarters, and Zhao Xiangxiang's voice sounded, "Boss, I found out the address of his house, which is in District B, a villa in Muhai Street, Building 603." ”

"yes, I see."

"Driver, get to the address she said, hurry up." Lin Xiaozhu looked intently at the computer, and Zhao Xiangxiang passed the detailed information of Wang Zengsi, and said without raising his head.

Half an hour later......

The car stopped next to a bamboo forest, Lin Xiaozhu and Zhao Xiangxiang got out of the car, and couldn't help but be stunned, they themselves are now living in Lang Qi's villa, but the scene in front of them is completely different.

Zhao Xiangxiang looked at a tree-lined path in front of him, at the end of which was a villa full of wall creepers, and there was no color to see, and on the top of the pointed building, there were countless sparrows.

"Boss, could it be that the information they provided is fake? Could this really be the address of that Wang Zengsi? How to give people the feeling of being on the set of a horror movie, who will make their home here. Zhao Xiangxiang looked at the villa in front of him in surprise and asked.

"This may be the difference between an artist and us ordinary people, after all, he is a famous writer of suspense novels, and it is not surprising that he can teach others to kill people on the forum, and it is not surprising that he can settle his home here, here he is, let's go."

Lin Xiaozhu took the lead in walking towards the eerie villa, Zhao Xiangxiang held the notebook for recording, shrunk his neck, and followed behind Lin Xiaozhu.

The two of them came to the main entrance of the villa, and the scene in front of them, even Lin Xiaozhu frowned deeply.

Normal people will choose the sunny side of the house, and this villa, the front is actually in the shade, as if the owner deliberately did it, the creeper even the windows are all blocked, even at noon, there may not be a trace of sunlight into the villa.

When I walked to the door, I was about to reach out and knock on the door, but I found that the door was hidden.

Lin Xiaozhu swallowed a mouthful of saliva, put his hand on the doorknob, opened the door and walked in.

In the villa, a middle-aged man in front of him sat at the dining table.

Among the delicate tableware on the table was a half-eaten steak, and the man was sticking a piece with the knife in his hand and putting it in his mouth, with a glass of bright red liquid in his hand, and he didn't notice that anyone had walked in.

"Hello, I'm a reporter from "Fashion", I came in when the door was not locked, may I ask, are you Mr. Wang Zengsi? ”

Unexpectedly, Wang Zengsi at the table seemed to have been stimulated by something, trembled all over, stood up with a "poof", clenched the knife in his hand, and pounced on Lin Xiaozhu.