Chapter 9: The Writer Who Died in the Novel

The man who tried to steal the author's manuscript was Jia Yingjun, a thirty-year-old office worker.

He still hasn't figured out where the author's manuscript is hidden.

We didn't understand what kind of illegal act he had. Steal? Attempted theft?

The key is that he stole dead people's things, which is considered tomb robbery?

Forget it, let's ask him how he learned the author's detailed address.

In the interrogation room, Jia Yingjun was still in shock, and before we could ask questions, he recruited all of them......

"I'm a big fan of this writer with the pen name Sunny Sky Doll, and I read his books every day, but he updates too slowly, and as a writer, he's really lazy!

Halfway through the supernatural novel, I really can't sleep, I'm really going crazy! Later, I found some records of his life on his Weibo.

[Sunny Day Doll: Come out for a walk and eat something by the way. (1 photo of the dish)】

In that photo, there was a tissue with the name of the hotel printed on it, and I looked up the address of the hotel, because the author was out for a walk, so the place where he stayed should not be too far.

[Sunny day doll: The weeds in the yard are too high, I am going to ask someone to clean up and plant some flowers, what kind of flowers are easy to raise? (1 yard photo)】

[Sunny Day Doll: The scenery on the second floor is really good. (A sunset landscape photo)】

From these two photos, I deduced that the writer lived in a two-story building with a small courtyard.

Through the landscape photos sent by the writer, I locked on to the building opposite the writer's house.

[Sunny Day Doll: Living in this kind of house with a story, the most important thing is the inspiration for supernatural novels, and I feel a chill down my spine every day, and the house is full of people. 】

Based on the content of his Weibo, I slowly searched for clues, and finally locked down his specific address.

Just in time for a few days, there was nothing wrong with the unit, so I took leave to buy a ticket to come to this city, which can be regarded as chasing stars, hahaha!

When I took a taxi, the driver heard that the place I was going to was Heping Road, and he refused to take it. Later, I finally found a driver who was willing to pull me over, and the driver said that No. 54 Heping Road is a murderous house! And something has happened these days!

The driver confiscated my money, dropped me off two streets away, and told me to walk over on my own. Later, I found the corresponding building according to the second-floor scenery photo on his Weibo, and then I found out that the writer's place of residence is No. 54 Heping Road!

I didn't think about it that much at the time, after all, I was a supernatural fiction writer, and I was more courageous. I'm going to visit this writer called Sunny Day Doll, and I'm going to chase stars offline, and it's exciting to think about it.

As soon as I approached, I saw a long cordon outside the courtyard, and when I inquired later, I learned that the house was on fire and the writer was burned to death in the house......

I was having dinner at a nearby restaurant, and I heard from the people in the restaurant that the writer was not burned to death, but killed, and finally set fire to destroy the body, because they saw the criminal police coming to investigate the scene, and there was no life, and the criminal police would not come.

That night, I didn't know which of my tendons was wrong, and I came up with the idea of going to the scene of the crime to steal the author's manuscript. Who knew that as soon as I went in, I heard someone coming. I thought it was the police who were back, so I hid in the closet, and seriously, I had already figured out how to explain it to the police!

Later I heard three children talking, and one of them was a girl, and they seemed to be talking about detectives. I hid in the closet and used my phone to play the nursery rhymes of the sunny day doll and scare them away.

After they left, I rummaged through the bedroom on the second floor for a while, and when I turned around, I suddenly saw a huge figure in the window!

It was like a woman in a skirt, her body was hanging in the air, hanging from the window, like a hanged ghost! I was really scared to pee, so I just ran out!

I didn't see the writer, I didn't steal the manuscript, so I came in vain this time. So I'm going to look for it again tonight and ...... And then he was caught.

I'm really convinced, as a writer, you have time to post on Weibo, can't you update it?! ”

Jia Yingjun finished speaking, and his words were full of dissatisfaction with the author's delay.

According to Jia Yingjun's account, we checked his itinerary, and found the hotel where he lived locally, as well as the restaurant where he ate, whether it was surveillance video or alibi, it shows that Jia Yingjun is not a murderer.

He's just an avid fan.

In this frenzied star-chasing action, there is a problem that is often overlooked, that is, the leakage of personal privacy information brought about by the Internet age. The writer posted a few seemingly ordinary Weibo posts, but invisibly made all his information public. When a person's address is exposed, it is a very scary thing to think about.

The technical investigation department is restoring the computer hard disk brought back from the scene, hoping to read the contents of the hard disk and find some clues.

The hard drive was encrypted, but this was a piece of cake for the criminal investigation department, and the password was quickly cracked and the contents of the hard drive were read.

This computer hard drive comes from the main computer in the writer's bedroom, and it is this computer that the writer usually uses to surf the Internet and write.

There are no valuable clues in the hard disk, through the classification of data, we found that in addition to some commonly used software is online games, there are also some cached variety online dramas, which are no different from ordinary people's computers.

It's so ordinary, it's so ordinary.

Because there is not a single document related to the work of the writer.

As a full-time web writer, how could I not have a manuscript saved on my computer? In particular, this kind of logical, story-based genre of fiction cannot be saved without manuscripts, which is not in line with the professional habits of a full-time writer.

Normally, writers need to update a lot of chapters every day, and they will write a good outline framework to ensure the main plot, in order to cope with the lack of inspiration or sudden life changes, so there must be a large number of manuscripts in case of emergency, but this writer doesn't even have a chapter in reserve, this is too lazy, right?!

What makes me feel chills down my spine and cold sweat oozing from my whole body is that the story that the writer is currently writing is a supernatural event in a murder house, a case of murder in a closed room.

What happened in the story was almost exactly the same as his death.

In other words, the writer died in his own plot......

Because this writer has not saved the manuscript, we cannot know the content of the subsequent decryption of the killing method.

But it was precisely in this way that we suddenly had a bold conjecture.

The real murderer was the writer's reader, who locked the writer's address through Weibo, and then killed him in the way of killing in the writer's own article......