Xie Kezhi pushed glasses:
"Suddenly it goes out. It's probably dark for 3 or 4 seconds. Anyway, it won't exceed 5 seconds."
Sun Rifeng nodded fiercely, and said with a devilish look:
"So you know the difficulty of this case. I don't think it is a question of enough brains, but a question of the prisoner not being given a chance.
Think about it, there is someone who can remove the bag from my feet without knowing it and hide it in just two or three seconds.
This is a supernatural event at all, and no one can complete it except ghosts. "
Xie Kezhi disagreed and said: "But it's possible in comics and TV series."
Sun Rifeng snorted coldly:
"You also said it was a TV series or a comic. If all the killing methods that Conan can use can be easily facilitated, "Conan" has long become a teaching manual for killing people.
In fact, it was because the feasibility was almost zero that SARFT did not kill Conan. "
"Comic fan." Xie Kezhi asked with a hooked chin.
Sun Rifeng raised his mouth unconsciously, "Well, senior."
Then immediately recovered a cannon fodder face.
"To sum up, this is a supernatural case with no evidence and no time to commit the crime.
I am wicked, and only leaving this village is the only way to survive. "
Xie Kezhi let out a sigh of relief and sat on the head of the sofa holding his notebook and said:
"You can't escape, let alone what you want to do with the monsters outside, even if you reach the top of the mountain and the suspension bridge is gone, are you going to shout rubber rubber assholes like Luffy?"
Sun Rifeng didn't feel that Xie Kezhi's seemingly unreliable humor had brought him a sense of relaxation, and he felt more powerless than the convenience in the comics.
"By the way, I ask you, have you been out of the village during the day?"
Xie Kezhi shook his head:
"How can it be possible that I have to pay another 50,000 yuan for the village entrance fee when I come back from the village.
"Then how do you know the collapse and the broken bridge?"
Xie Kezhi smiled strangely, just like the mysterious and deliberate rendering before most people start to tell ghost stories:
"You may not believe it, I really haven't been out of the village, but I wrote this paragraph in the plot of the previous novel.
My idea is like this: it rained, and the rain caused flash floods, which destroyed half of the hillside.
On the top of the hillside is a cliff, and linking the cliff is an old-fashioned suspension bridge.
I wrote this clip to trap the protagonist in the mountains logically, so I wanted to simply break the suspension bridge, so that the protagonist would have no way to go back.
Then guess what
Just now when I was sitting in the conference room for a meeting, I was shocked that I had written about the part where everyone was fighting.
Like a prophet, I wrote everything that was going to happen in my novel ahead of time. I know this is just a coincidence, but I still can't help but follow the plot of my novel.
So I told Fat Ning that it collapsed, the bridge was broken, and he couldn't get out.
I really just talked casually according to the plot of my novel, but you actually verified what I said! "
If Xie Kezhi's words are true, then this is definitely a great coincidence.
But Sun Rifeng could only be surprised, but he could not tell whether Xie Kezhi had any hidden feelings. On the contrary, Xie Kezhi's novel has completed a transformation in Sun Rifeng's heart from grassroots writing to net red writing.
That's right, it feels like Sun Rifeng clicked on an online celebrity article full of expectation, but the page couldn't be published because of network problems.
But now the notes are in front of him, but Xie Kezhi doesn't show them.
Sun Rifeng pointed to the note with his chin:
"My buddy, the novel is really not going to be shown to me?"
Xie Kezhi firmly shook his head: "No."
Sun Rifeng ** said:
"Let me see, I can give you some advice.
I used to do programming for some underground online game companies, these companies still have some good ideas, but because of financial problems, they were all born underground and buried underground.
I remember that there is a company that specializes in tomb-raising horror games. I can give you their company's creativity. "
Xie Kezhi still shook his head:
"I wrote about urban love."
Sun Rifeng rolled his eyes to look at the ceiling, thinking that Xie Kezhi's reason for prevarication was not at all concerned.
"okay then.
Then I ask you, you should have seen those monsters too. "
"Well, I have seen it.
No, I actually only saw some shadows, but didn't see their true colors. But I am terrified of the smell on them, which is the smell of formalin. "
Hearing this Sun Rifeng was as bright as seeing Bole:
"Finally found resonance, someone told me before that it smells like rotten soil.
Have you smelled formalin? "
Xie Kezhi made a disgusting expression and said:
"When I was working in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, I was accused of using formalin to soak things."
"So what?!"
Xie Kezhi seems to have something unspeakable, he directly said:
"Anyway, I have eaten it, so I will eat less of the hard-to-chew things that will not spoil if left untreated for a long time."
Sun Rifeng understood, he took a nauseous look.
Then Sun Rifeng recovered anxiously and leaned back on the sofa. At this time, Xie Kezhi was pushing his glasses against him with his middle finger.
Sun Rifeng hurriedly looked away. He thought that if the habitual behavior of this servant is not changed, one day he will be well "educated".
However, because of Toksek’s blessing in this action, Sun Rifeng twisted his head and found a spot on the sofa seat.
"what is this?"
Sun Rifeng said, and scratched the spots with his hands.
The spots are almost transparent and colorless, the size is just like the tip of a person's little finger, and they have dried up and are difficult to scrape off.
Xie Kezhi hurried up to see:
"Snot?"
Sun Rifeng shook his head:
"I don't know, but there was none before."
Xie Kezhi asked:
"Not before? How dare you tell, such a small spot.
You put your thoughts on your bag when you were seated before, and you didn't notice such a small spot. "
Sun Rifeng is still very sure:
"No, I can be sure that it hasn't, because when I first arrived in the sofa area, I murmured in my heart that this sofa leather is really high-end, so I rubbed the back of the sand with my hands and looked at it carefully.
I remember clearly that this area was rubbed by my hands, and it was absolutely smooth and stain-free. "
After speaking, Sun Rifeng tapped his finger on the sofa twice, with a serious thinking expression on his face.
Xie Kezhi chuckles when he sees this.
"What are you laughing at!"
Sun Rifeng was puzzled. ァ新ヤ~⑧~1~中文网ωωω.χ~⒏~1zщ.còм
Xie Kezhi said:
"Detective, look at your serious expression just now, are you already in the role?" (End of this chapter)