In a beauty salon, a woman reclines comfortably on a seat for deep skin nourishment.

Suddenly, a woman with a pale face rushed in, and she scolded at the woman: "Shameless, I actually asked my husband to write for you." ”

The person who came was violent, and readers must have guessed that the person who came was the wife of the deceased's family.

She grabbed the woman's clothes.

She tugged at her hair.

If the woman hadn't told her real age, you might not have guessed that her face was full of oily skin that could be blown and broken, making her whole person even more radiant.

However, in the face of the woman who came to the door to find trouble, she unceremoniously shook off the woman's clamps.

continued to maintain a calm and elegant posture and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? I'm the best-selling Li Yanru, let me tell you, if you're so vexatious, I can sue you for defamation, and that's a sentence. The woman was swaggering.

The woman continued to pester: "You, you cheap woman, don't think I don't know, my husband secretly helped people write things to earn living expenses, and he has readers who can testify that what you have written in the past year is from my husband's pen." "You think of him as your royal author, am I right? In fact, you have long since run out of inspiration. The woman scolded, her appearance and the woman in front of her were completely different types of women.

"You're mistaken, aunt, first of all, all my works can be found on the Internet, and there is no need to write them at all." After the woman finished speaking, she deliberately dusted off her clothes.

At this time, Meng Feifei and Yu Haojie were walking on the street,Seeing this rather lively scene,They walked in this direction with great interest。

Many journalists and media began to compete to cover the ghostwriting incident.

"May I ask if you are Ms. Li Yanru?" Meng Feifei looked the woman up and down, just like the legendary one, not stained with fine dust, well-maintained, not at all like a woman around 50 years old.

"Oh, right here, what do you do?" The woman looked at the visitor with a calm expression.

"I'm a police officer, and we wanted to ask if you knew that your student was the man who was killed in the movie theater on Friday, and he was an unknown family, so we wanted to ask carefully."

"Oh, I remember, I know him, but he's not my student Oh, there are a lot of people in the writer's circle, and it's normal for me to catch a glimpse of one or two who are like-minded people." The woman pretended to be generous, but in fact she was secretly annoyed.

"In this case, please cooperate with our police investigation, because according to the witness, you have a close relationship with the deceased, so ........"

When the woman heard this, all her previous grace was gone, and she stamped her feet in anger.

"What does that have to do with me, I just know him, you know everyone is afraid of getting involved in a murder, and I'm no exception." The woman's expression is like a three-flower face, and she will change when she says it.

"Okay, don't get me wrong, I'm just giving you an example."

Meng Feifei still greeted him with a smile.

The woman threw her head up angrily, and she tried not to look at Memphie and the media, for it was a terrible day for her.

However, in order to avoid the reporter media, she resolutely came to the police station with Meng Feifei.

"Madam, we just want to know about the life of the deceased, such as what kind of person he was, because for this case, the police need to understand the deceased from the public and make further judgments." After Meng Feifei finished speaking, she handed the lady a cup of West Lake Longjing tea.

The woman took a sip of tea, and she said lightly: "Actually, he is indeed my student, and I taught him to write bestsellers, but his talent is too stupid, and he still can't become a bestseller after ten years of writing, oh, if you want to investigate, I think there is a person who is very suspicious: that is the person who appeared in the movie theater." ”

Meng Feifei nodded.

At night, the woman walked into an upscale neighborhood with swaying steps.

The wind ruffled the hem of her skirt.

Danger gradually approached her.

She gently closed the door.

She came into the house feeling very sleepy and wanted to lie down and rest.

Suddenly, a man broke in, and this person took a sharp knife and stabbed her in the heart so hard that it almost killed her.

Both she and he died by the sword.

But the parts are different, the man's part is in the back, and the woman's part is in the heart.

After this man stabbed dozens of times in a row, he put on a large trench coat.

Cover the top of your head.

He rinsed the knife and took it away from the scene.

"Fei Fei, that woman has an accident, and she is the best-selling author we interrogated yesterday."

Meng Feifei was so shocked that the coffee in her hand spilled to the ground.

"Haojie,Go to the scene。

The scene was a mess, although much of the blood had been cleaned up.

"Take a picture of the scene." At this time, Meng Feifei found that there was a best-selling book written by the deceased at the scene, which was torn to shreds.

"The murderer should be very hateful to this person, otherwise he wouldn't have torn her book to shreds, and the woman who scolded her yesterday was very suspicious." On this issue, Meng Feifei and Bai Yan are benevolent, and wise are wise.

"But that woman is not like a murderer, because a murderer will not reveal her intentions so quickly, she is too blatant like this."

"But how did Haojie find out the murderer behind the scenes?"

"Well, the secret of heaven must not be revealed." Yu Haojie blinked。

The next day, at the memorial service of the deceased.

A large number of journalists, media and friends of the author came to pay their respects.

"Today is the memorial service for the death of Ms. Li Yanru and her favorite student, and everyone is welcome to attend."

As everyone knows, Meng Feifei and Yu Haojie are mixed in the crowd.

"Hello everyone, we are friends of the deceased, today is an unforgettable day, welcome everyone." Meng Feifei observed the expressions, movements, and demeanors on the faces of these people.

One by one, these people wept into tears.

Memphi handed them tissues.

She didn't identify herself, though.

After the memorial service, Meng Feifei put all the tissues in her pocket and recycled them.

"Haojie,Your method is very effective,Collecting fingerprints is the most important step in solving the case。

"Of course, how smart your husband and I are!" Yu Haojie finished speaking, and gave a thumbs up。

"Cut, are you narcissistic, megalomaniac?"

"That's what you like!" Yu Haojie smiled evilly.

"By the way, take the wine glasses they drank and take them for fingerprinting." Meng Feifei accidentally scrapes her finger off from the slag of the wine glass.

"What's wrong, Fei Fei." Yu Haojie hurriedly sucked Meng Feifei's fingers。

"Ah, I'm in pain." Meng Feifei screamed again and again.

Yu Haojie took a piece of gauze and gently wrapped her fingers。