Due to an unexpected situation, Captain Mou hurriedly turned the car around and returned to the Chengzhou Police Station like crazy.
When they returned to the police station, a detective immediately came over to report: "Caught, Captain! He has been taken to the interrogation room now, and Team Leader Miao of the Special Task Force is interrogating him!"
"Really? You are so brave!" Captain Mou trotted all the way, and Zhao Yu headed towards the interrogation room as fast as possible.
"Did he admit it?" Zhao Yu asked the police officer on the way.
"Admit it!" the police officer said, "He was the one who wrote the diary! This guy... knew he couldn't run away, but he actually came to our police station!
"When we caught him, he had been wandering around the autopsy room, and he was sneaking around. He didn't know what he was going to do!" the detective said in confusion.
"Autopsy room?" Captain Mou frowned and said, "What does he want to do? Does he still want to steal the body?"
"There's no body left," the detective explained, "just a pile of dead bones!"
In this way, with deep doubts, everyone came to the interrogation room. In the interrogation room, Miao Ying was interrogating Liu Weiwei, so Zhao Yu and others had to enter the listening room first.
"No way?" As a result, as soon as he entered, Zhao Yu heard Ran Tao's surprised voice, "Oh, I'm a good boy, boss, why are you here? You're not..."
"Shh..." Zhao Yu made a shushing gesture towards him.
"It's okay, it's okay," Zeng Ke whispered next to Ran Tao, "The suspects have been caught, the case is closed, and the team leader can rest. How could Sister Miao still be angry?"
"Oh... that's right, that's right..." Ran Tao felt relieved.
Zhao Yu ignored the two of them and walked straight to the single-sided glass to see the interrogation.
In the interrogation room, Miao Ying and Cui Lizhu sat in the interrogator's seat, while on the interrogation chair opposite, a dignified middle-aged man sat.
No need to ask, this man should be the major suspect in the murder diary case - Liu Weiwei!
Liu Weiwei looked around, looking impatient and nervous. While wiping the beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, he tried his best to explain to Miao Ying and Miao Ying:
"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding! I... I'm here to report a major situation to the police. You... why are you doing this to me?"
"You are such an interesting person!" Cui Lizhu asked first, "You just admitted that you wrote the murder diary. Do you still want to deny it?"
"I... I won't deny it, I won't deny it," Liu Weiwei nodded and admitted, "I didn't lie. I did write the diary, but... it's not called "Murder Diary"!"
"..." Cui Lizhu was speechless, feeling that Liu Weiwei's words were a bit strange.
"It's not called "Murder Diary"," Miao Ying frowned and followed Liu Weiwei's train of thought, "What is it called?"
"The novel I wrote at that time is called "My Secret"," Liu Weiwei said very solemnly, "Comrade agents, you... will you let me read it?"
Liu Weiwei's words surprised Miao Ying and Cui Lizhu again.
"What do I want you to see?" Cui Lizhu couldn't help but ask.
"'My Secret'?" Liu Weiwei said with wide eyes, "This book was written when I was a sophomore in college. It is written in the first person about a college student with a psychological abnormality who was obsessed with women and eventually killed someone and dumped his body. Story, this book was lost before it was finished!
"Now, since something really happened in Zhizhen Tower, someone must have followed my book and really... really did it!"
No way
Hearing Liu Weiwei's words, Zhao Yu's heart skipped a beat, and the murder case of Han Kuan in Golden City popped up in his mind for the first time!
Could it be...
In this murder diary case, someone was also killing people according to the book
"To be honest with you," Liu Weiwei tried his best to defend, "I deeply blame myself for this, really! I was wrong. I wanted to write a shocking novel back then, but I neglected other things. , although I was a college student at the time, my mind was still relatively naive, and I just wanted to attract readers’ attention through perverted murders!
"But I never expected that I would be used by a murderer!"
"You said... the novel you wrote... was lost..." Miao Ying and Cui Lizhu exchanged glances, and then asked Liu Weiwei, "Where was it lost?"
"No way? If I knew where I lost it, I would have found it long ago!" Liu Weiwei said, "You should know that my novel was ready for submission. Losing it is like losing a child. Woolen cloth!
"I feel so distressed that I couldn't eat for several weeks...
"I couldn't figure it out, I'm not famous, and my manuscript is useless to others..." Liu Weiwei said, "Later, I thought about rewriting a new book, but then something else came to my mind. ideas, so I didn’t continue writing...
"It wasn't until several years later that I finally realized how childish and sensational "My Secret" was. Even if it was submitted at the time, it would definitely not pass!
"But..." Liu Weiwei thought for a while and added, "Although there are many obscure murder plots described in "My Secret", the final ending is still positive. The evil murderer finally got the punishment he deserved. , It's a pity... It's a pity..." Liu Weiwei was about to cry, "I haven't finished writing yet! The manuscript disappeared..."
Hearing Liu Weiwei's words, Miao Ying and Cui Lizhu were both stunned. No one expected that the situation was not as simple as they imagined.
So, under Miao Ying's instruction, Cui Lizhu took out the pages of the murder diary and handed them to Liu Weiwei to read.
At this time, the door to the listening room next door opened, and Wu Xiumin, who had just completed the interrogation task, entered the listening room.
Wu Xiumin was a little surprised when she saw Zhao Yu, but she didn't show it.
Zeng Ke quickly told Wu Xiumin everything that happened just now. After Wu Xiumin heard this, she immediately stood in front of the single-sided glass and stared at the changes in the interrogation room.
"This... this..." Liu Weiwei looked at the diary to identify it and said, "This is not it! This is just an essay I wrote back then..."
"What? Essay?" Cui Lizhu swallowed, "This... isn't this a complete manuscript?"
"That's right!" Liu Weiwei said, "Didn't you see how sloppy the handwriting is? When I was in class, I thought of some novel plots, so I jotted them down. Then when I was officially writing, I added more text!
"It turns out that you have found this..." Liu Weiwei said, "Back then, I wrote a lot of these essays! Even when I didn't have a notebook, I wrote them in the textbook. I was laughed at by my classmates for this!"
"What are you doing!" Ran Tao sighed in the listening room, "It's just a random essay... really... where is the real manuscript?"
"If that's true and he didn't lie..." Zeng Ke looked at Zhao Yu and said, "In other words, who stole his manuscript and who is the real murderer in the murder diary case!?"
(End of chapter)