"The detective's job is to uncover the only thing in the world called 'truth' that has been ignored by the world, or buried by people with ulterior motives."

"As for whether the prisoner will get the punishment he deserves, I am honestly very concerned, after all, it is about whether I can receive those unbelievable cases again... Well... Fame. But in reality, all I really wanted was the pigeons that seemed to be put in the top hat by the magician, and I wanted to know where the pigeons went, and that's it. ”

As the words fell, the man closed the book in his hand and placed it on the table in front of him.

He lifted his eyes and looked through the heavy lenses at the man lying on the couch on the other side of his desk—a tall, slightly chubby man in a neat black and gray casual suit, dangling one leg on the arm of the couch without a proper shape.

After a few seconds of silence, he struggled to his feet, stretched out his right hand and smoothed out the folds in his clothes, and said, "Is it really good for you to say that, Jean." It's as if we detectives lack a sense of justice. ”

Hearing this, Jean shrugged her shoulders, her eyes behind the lenses were embedded in the slightly sunken sockets, and with her smile slightly wrinkled, there were several fine lines at the corners of her eyes: "But when we find the truth, it means that the mastermind behind the scenes will be caught, won't it?" ”

As he spoke, Jean reached out and picked up the newspaper placed in the other corner of the table, and threw it to the lid who was taking out a cigarette from his pocket: "Today's S· H Daily", it seems that someone has written a war letter. ”

"It's time for our old friends to get ready to move again."

In the inconspicuous corner on the back, mixed with a bunch of advertisements for "Detective Agency Recruitment" and "A Certain Daughter Asks for a Child" and "Unlocking", there is a small section, with a sticker that looks the size of a business card in the middle, and there are only five words in the sticker: "Have you received the flowers?"

Around these five words, there are two rows of dense black dots on the sticker, as if following some kind of pattern.

Gai pondered for a moment, then muttered, "Catch me if you ca."

.”

"I remember the last time someone wrote a war book in the Daily, it was the 'little monster thief' who was obsessed." Gai raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and his tone was a little relaxed: "As a result, I was caught that night, and I didn't even see the safe, and I was a little boy who was addicted to literature." ”

"Yes, thanks to those old friends who rushed over to see the puzzle of the 'strange thief' with great fanfare, he didn't even understand the design of the glider, and directly 'landed' in the crowd." Qin seemed to be smiling, but there was really no expression on the face that was a little paralyzed: "It's his homemade 'smoke bomb' that caused a lot of trouble, and the pepper in it choked Ananda sneezed for days, and I wanted to ask him where he bought the pepper, it should taste good when cooking." ”

Looking at the piano who turned around and picked up the hat and windbreaker from the hanger, Gai was a little puzzled: "So is it necessary to go to the scene, wouldn't it be good to wait for Ananda to come to you." ”

Jean put on her hat, hid the thick lenses under the brim, and replied, "Ananda is not Lestrade of Scotland Yard, and I will miss this puzzle if I go too late." ”

"Besides..."Qin stretched out her hand to put on the trench coat, and with the "bang" of the zipper, the paralyzed face was also half covered by a high collar: "I'm not the 'easy chair detective' who can solve the case just by listening to the retelling". H。 ”

"Let's take a run, in case it's not a joke."

“...”

Three days ago, at 20:13.

The police department received a report from S· The editor of H Daily, Ms. Xiao Xue.

After receiving the call to report the crime, Li Xiaonan immediately went to the scene of the crime described on the phone - a 26-story apartment building on the outskirts of the city, "Writer's House".

After arriving at the apartment building, in addition to the informant Xiao Xue, there were two men with thick eyes and well-dressed formal clothes, and the three of them stood a little nervously at the door of the first floor of the apartment building waiting for the arrival of the police.

After the meeting, Li Xiaonan arranged for people to record confessions for the three parties separately, and he put on gloves and shoe covers, and followed the personnel of the on-site investigation department into the crime scene on the 20th floor.

Although the apartment building is a high-rise, it is as its name suggests, "Writer's House".

It is a "temporary apartment" rented to various fiction or literary creators, because those who are engaged in art have unique personalities, so the developer also built it in a slightly remote suburb of the city, away from the downtown and quieter. The layout of the apartment is a two-family apartment with one staircase, and the building structure on each floor is the same, and the house type is also the same, all of which are arranged in a four-bedroom and one-living room layout, and the two households on the same floor are symmetrical.

When meeting with the informant Xiao Xue, Li Xiaonan briefly learned about the incident: Xiao Xue, 25 years old, worked in "S· The editor-in-chief of H Daily, this time for the newspaper to organize an essay contest, summoned the three finalists to this apartment, each of them will draw a theme, and then return to their respective houses to create for 24 hours, during which she will not actively disturb the writers, but also does not restrict the personal freedom of the writers.

"At eight o'clock this evening, when the event ended, I left the room to inform the three writers, among whom 'Zilong' and I went out at the same time, and the rooms of the two of us were just at the opposite ends of the L-shaped distribution. Immediately after that, the two of us rang the doorbells of both rooms together, because the writers prefer to be alone, so the soundproofing of the apartment is very good, sometimes even the slightest knock on the door can not be heard, so a doorbell is installed in each room. ”

"Soon, 'Coke' came out of his room, but 'Shouyang' didn't move, even if we knocked on the door heavily, there was no response, at this time, 'Coke' lowered his head and lifted the carpet on the floor of the living room, revealing a gap between the floor and the door, maybe he was thinking about whether he could use this gap to see the situation inside, but found a little blood oozing from the crack in the door..."

"So I called the police."

Li Xiaonan recalled the situation introduced by Xiao Xue, and the structure of the house he checked on the way to come, followed the surveyor upstairs through the elevator, and entered the room with the door number written 2001.

What greeted me was a clean and tidy living room, and it could be seen that Xiao Xue and the four of them did not stay in the living room for too long, and at this time the technician was trying to open the only locked room door.

Li Xiaonan noticed that according to the room layout described by Xiao Xue, the door of the writer's room with the pen name "Coke" and the door of the locked room were all placed with the same takeaway, and it was not opened.

"It's on, Ananda." One of the senior technicians, Lao Zhong, nodded to Li Xiaonan and said.

Hearing this, Li Xiaonan approached the door and pushed it open.

The moment the door was pushed open, the thick bloody aura that came to his face couldn't help but make Li Xiaonan frown, and his right foot, which was stepping into the room, slowly retracted and stood at the door of the room—because the whole room was filled with splatters and dripping bloodstains, countless white letterheads were glued to the walls and floors with bloodstains, and there was something written densely on the paper, which looked like a manuscript prepared by the writer for the competition.

Directly opposite Li Xiaonan, at the other end of the room, was a desk, next to the desk was a four-legged wooden office chair that had fallen, still slowly dripping with blood, and next to the chair, was a broken corpse, the entire upper body, including the head, was as bloody as if it had been smashed by something.

In the direction of the corpse's head, at the foot of the desk, there was a pot of blood-soaked white lilies, the emerald green calyxes holding the snow-white petals that were dripping blood blooming in the direction of the corpse, like...

The flower ate the girl.