Just when I was thinking about things, Liu Hao suddenly became alert, and put his hand near his right waist: "Hmm! Like, is there someone nearby? ”

I noticed that Liu Hao had an old 9mm revolver pinned to his right waist. After the incident on the platform, Liu Hao has now become cautious.

Perhaps he also realized that whether it was Huang Mao or the two gangsters who attacked the police, their deaths were not as simple as they seemed on the surface. What can be involved in this is probably something that he Liu Hao can't predict.

"Someone! Where is it? ”

It was still dark all around, and there was no living person at all, and I didn't know where Liu Hao's conclusion about someone nearby came from. But looking at his determined face, I can only choose to believe him for the time being.

When I was at the police academy, a teacher once told me to trust the instincts of veteran police officers, and most of the time, their instincts were terrifyingly accurate.

The accumulation of experience, coupled with hundreds of testimonies of death, has exercised their strong perceptual ability. Therefore, at the scene of the murder, some veteran police officers can accurately find the real murderer from a large number of suspects with just one glance.

"It's not loud, it's coming from the end of the hallway!"

My heart shook, at the end of the corridor? That's clearly the location of the "White Nights" magazine, is there still anyone staying in the magazine at night?

"It's hard to say, let's go over and have a look, but I shouldn't be mistaken!" Liu Hao walked over quickly, I took a deep breath, and followed.

The surroundings were terrifyingly quiet, as if only Liu Hao and I were the only ones left in the sky and earth slowly moving forward in the darkness.

"Sting!"

Damn, I heard it too, there's really movement! It was as if someone was pacing back and forth in waterlogged plastic slippers.

It's three o'clock in the night, what kind of person will stay in the office during this time?

Liu Hao moved quickly, and leaned directly to the side of the gate, and at the same time, his right hand did not deviate for a moment near his right waist, he wanted to ensure that in the event of an accident, he could take out his pistol as quickly as possible to return fire.

Liu Hao glanced at the security door, and then a look of surprise flashed on his face, Liu Hao waved his hand, and asked me to follow along.

"What's wrong?"

Liu Hao made a silent gesture, and then pointed to the security door on the side.

I realized that although the latch of the security door was stuck in the door lock, it was not completely stuck, and the door could be opened with a slight pull. In other words, there are people in the White Nights magazine now!

The sound of walking just now must have come from the person in the room. Who, exactly, is staying in the room? Why is it so late, he hasn't left yet!

Through the door, the faint sound of footsteps could still be heard, proving that the person was near the room, not far from the doorway.

Liu Hao first rang the doorbell on the side, and the bell immediately exploded in the silent corridor, making people's scalp tingle.

Almost at the same time, the footsteps in the room stopped. When a normal person hears the doorbell, shouldn't he subconsciously open the door? Why did the person in the room stop when he heard the doorbell?

The only explanation was that the guy in the house didn't want anyone to disturb him at this time.

Liu Hao didn't give the people inside a chance to react, so he directly opened the door and rushed in first.

Seeing that the old comrades were so desperate, I naturally couldn't fall behind, so I picked up the flashlight and rushed in together. As soon as I walked into the house, a strong smell of paint hit my face, choking me for many years of rhinitis.

The layout of the room was a bit unexpected, and I could barely see the surroundings through the beam of the flashlight.

There were white walls all around, and there wasn't even a decent ornament.

"Fuck, isn't this the editorial office of White Nights magazine? How do you make it look like a model house? ”

Yes, isn't this the editorial department of the magazine, why is this the scene? I flapped the light switch on the side and found that the power supply in the house had been cut off.

Not to mention the office in this kind of place, even the residents are a problem, how can the editorial department of the "White Nights" magazine become like this.

"Who are you and why are you here?" Suddenly, a low male voice exploded in the darkness, and I was caught off guard, and I was directly shocked into a cold sweat.

When I turned my head, I saw a man in his mid-thirties, thin and with black-rimmed glasses, standing behind me.

The man couldn't have come in from the outside, so the only explanation was that he had been in the house just now. Liu Hao and I heard that kind of subtle footsteps before, and it should have come from him.

Since he stayed in the house and heard Liu Hao ring the doorbell, why did it take so long to rush to the main door. What was this man doing in the house during that time?

"I'm a police officer, I'm here to investigate something, who are you? Why stay here at night? Faced with the man's question, Liu Hao directly asked back, not giving him time to react at all.

It seems that Liu Hao is also aware of the strangeness of the man.

"Oh, I was originally an employee here, my name is Chang Qingshan, and I left some things here before, so I came here temporarily to tidy it up, and I plan to wait to pick it up." Facing Liu Hao's questioning, the man said lightly, looking very calm.

Either he had made up this set of rhetoric a long time ago, or he had really come to organize the documents. After the kidnapping on the train, I'm now a little skeptical about everything.

"Here, was it originally the editorial office of "White Nights"? ”

"Before?" Chang Qingshan said lightly.

"Before? What do you mean? ”

"The magazine closed down a few weeks ago because of poor sales, and the original editor-in-chief switched careers to become an online writer. So this place is empty, waiting to be subleased, and someone has to move the rest of the stuff with it! Chang Qingshan said, leading me and Liu Hao to the side room.

Inside the large room, there were countless cardboard boxes stacked with old issues of the White Night Magazine, various documents, manuscripts, and other things.

It seems that Chang Qingshan is not lying to us, this magazine has really closed down.

It's a little embarrassing, Liu Hao and I originally planned to be able to find out the identity information of the author "Maori Kogoro", but now it seems that it is likely to be a trip in vain.

Moreover, the closure of the magazine means that there will be no next issue of the "White Nights" magazine. So whether it's the memories of murder or the phantom of the train, I shouldn't be able to see the serialized aftertext from the magazine.

Mori Kogoro was also able to find a logical reason to hide the truth of the case.

Liu Hao took out a magazine from one of the cardboard boxes, put it in front of him and looked at it carefully, and said lightly to Chang Qingshan: "You used to be the editor of this magazine?" ”

"I just came here to work for a month, but I didn't expect the editor-in-chief to run away like this, and I didn't even settle my salary."

"So did you know that in the suspense section of "White Nights" magazine, there is an author named Mori Kogoro? I asked.

"I've heard of it, I've read all his manuscripts, and although it's only been serialized for two issues, he's a writer with great potential. I believe that even if he changes to a magazine, he can write well. When Chang Qingshan said this, I crossed a look of arrogance for the first time from his face that seemed to be paralyzed.

Could it be that it's because Maori Kogoro is the author under him, so he feels proud?

"Then you, can you find this author named Mori Kogoro now, or do you have his contact information?" Liu Hao followed my words and then inquired.

Chang Qingshan shook his head and said slowly: "It's a little difficult, we have only had a correspondence with him on manuscripts, as for the real person of Maori Kogoro, the editorial staff has never seen it, and now that the editorial office has closed down, it is even more impossible to contact him." ”

"In order to pay the manuscript fee, doesn't the editorial department ask the other party to provide bank account information?" Even if what Chang Qingshan said is true, as long as you follow the bank card information and investigate, sooner or later you can find out the person of Maori Kogoro.

"I'm afraid, you're busy tonight!" Chang Qingshan pointed to the large stack of cardboard boxes on the side: "All the documents and materials related to the editorial department are stuffed in it, because the time has passed too long, and I can't figure out where it is, if you two feel that there is more time, why don't you try it in the past?" ”