"Do you suspect this man is the murderer of the writer?" Li Meng asked me without thinking.

I hesitated: "He was the last person the writer had ever seen, and according to the restaurant owner's confession, the man showed an attitude of asking for the writer at that time." So the content of their conversation during the meal is crucial, but unfortunately we have no way of knowing. The surveillance showed that the man left at 10:5 and the writer left at 10:12, but for seven minutes, it was impossible for the man to enter the scene of the crime before the writer drove home. ”

"Even if he could get into the scene of the crime first, how did he get in and how did he leave?" Li Meng once again asked this crucial question.

I was a little helpless, if I had known the answer to the crucial question of "how did the murderer enter the scene of the crime and how did he leave", the case would have been solved a long time ago, and there would have been no secret room killings.

Anyway, you have to find this man first.

Li Meng and I sat in the car, waiting for my colleagues from the Criminal Investigation Detachment of the Public Security Bureau to send me a message.

"It seems that this restaurant has good craftsmanship, and when the case is over, I must come for a meal." I looked out the window at the Whole Foods restaurant and muttered.

"What? Team Leader Qin is going to have a treat? As soon as Li Meng heard about eating, he immediately cheered up.

I have known Li Meng for so long, and what impressed me the most was the amazing amount of food. A girl who looks thin has an amazing amount of food bigger than us men, and the most infuriating thing is that she doesn't grow meat no matter how she eats, and her figure is still very good.

"Hey, hey, hey, you pretend to be stupid when you mention treats, when the mannequin case was solved, you said that you were going to invite us to a celebration banquet, it's been almost a month, and you haven't eaten it." Li Meng complained.

A beautiful woman wants you to have a dinner, and normal people will not refuse, but I am precisely that abnormal person! Want to kill me? No way?!

Just as I was about to use an excuse to divert the topic, the Serious Crime Team sent me a message: Chengqiu, Apple Hotel, 1103.

I don't know how they managed to find such an accurate address, but I believe my technical detective colleagues.

Li Meng and I set off in a car, ready to investigate this man named Cheng Qiu.

After arriving at the Apple Hotel, we retrieved Cheng Qiu's identity information and check-in time from the front desk. The staff told us that Cheng Qiu checked in at 11:15 p.m. that night, and checked in for seven days at one time.

The deceased, An Lingyu, drove home at 10:30 a.m., and the fire broke out at 0:10 a.m. the next day. The hotel showed that he had paid for his departure at 10:05, so where did he go more than an hour after that?

If he was the murderer, how did he control the fire at the hotel an hour after the crime scene?

If he was the murderer, why didn't he flee immediately after the killing, but had to check in for seven days?

Li Meng and I came to the door of room 1103, and without much communication, Cheng Qiu invited us into the house.

In the messy room, there was a depressing atmosphere, and Cheng Qiu sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes were a little dull, and he looked at us blankly.

He was calm, but there was uneasiness in his eyes, a kind of uneasiness that came from the depths of his heart, as if he was born with it.

"Do you know why we're looking for you?" I sat in the chair across from him and stared at a huge hiking backpack and a handbag in the corner.

Cheng Qiu nodded weakly, and then shook his head again.

"Four days ago at nine o'clock in the evening, where were you?" I asked.

Cheng Qiu nervously replied, "I'm eating." ”

"With whom?"

"Sunny Day Doll."

"Say the man's real name."

"I don't know." Cheng Qiu's mental state was very poor, and he even began to babble nonsense: "I don't know him, I only know that his name is Qingtian Doll." ”

"You don't know him? Why invite him to dinner? Just because he's called Sunny Day Doll? Li Meng asked in surprise.

"Sunny Day Doll is a writer, I only know his pen name, I came here to meet him, that's all." Cheng Qiu took out a cigarette from his pocket with a trembling hand, lit it and smoked it, choking him to cough.

Obviously, he doesn't smoke.

Slowly, his spirit became a little trance-like.

In this state of mind, there is no way to answer the question. At this time, I had too many doubts in my heart, waiting for his answer.

"What do you do?" I reached for the cigarette in his hand and snuffed it out in the ashtray. It's not that Li Meng hates the smell of smoke, but I suspect that he is smoking to hide his hands that are shaking from uneasiness.

"I'm an actor."

"What kind of actor?"

"Acrobat."

The acrobatic industry is extremely strict on the physical requirements of the actors, after all, if there is an accident during the acrobatic performance, it is very likely to die as a result. Although Cheng Qiu's figure is thin, he is full of tendons and meat, which is in line with the appearance characteristics of an acrobat.

I continued to talk to him while asking Li Meng to check his backpack, which he never left with. After inspection, in addition to a clown costume, the rest is pinball, rope and other acrobatic props.

Slowly, he told me about the cause and consequences of this meeting with the writer, and he was very messy, and even some of the preambles did not match the afterword, but I could still understand the gist of what he was trying to say.

Cheng Qiu is an acrobat who has been learning acrobatics since he was a child and is currently performing with acrobatic troupes to earn a living. A few days ago, he performed with an acrobatic troupe in a nearby city, an anti-fraud campaign organized by the local police, and acrobatics was one of the shows. I don't know what acrobatics has to do with anti-fraud propaganda, maybe the organizers want to use this novel way to improve the effect of publicity.

On the day of the performance, he was in a bad mental state and messed up the performance. The head of the acrobatic troupe fired him in a fit of anger, he was in a bad mood, so he traveled around to relax, and happened to learn through Weibo that the writer Qingtian Doll lived in a nearby city, so he came here and wanted to have a meal with Qingtian Doll, that's all.

"Did you know that the Sunny Doll is dead?" I asked him out of the blue.

Cheng Qiu looked up at me, and this time, his eyes were full of calm.

He nodded and said lightly, "I know." ”

"Do you know how he died?" I continued to ask him.

"I don't know."

"He was electrocuted." I say.

"Oh." He replied coldly.

So far, Cheng Qiu's performance is all in my expectation.

And, at this point, I had a bold guess in mind.

After He Li Meng left the Apple Hotel, I immediately contacted the criminal police captain of the local public security bureau: Cheng Qiu was suspected of committing a major crime, and the police were immediately dispatched to monitor him 24 hours a day.

As long as I crack the way to enter and exit the secret room killing, I can arrest him.

"Are you so sure he's the murderer?" In the car, Li Meng asked me.

"I just told him that the Sunny Doll was electrocuted. When he heard this, Cheng Qiu's body shrank inward, which was an instinctive reaction of people when they were escaping.

Besides, we're not sure that the Sunny Doll must have been electrocuted......"