"... When the corpse was cut open, the stench of pig sewage permeated. This woman smelled fragrant when she was alive, and she was as clean as a crystal handicraft that had just been wiped with silk. It is hard to believe that she is so dirty inside. Dirty and so stinking, human beings are really a strange thing. Killing a person, and then dividing her, there is a wonderful pleasure of possession, as if she has become something to me, let me dominate, this little The bathroom is full of pleasure, and even the smell is fragrant. Looking at the red meat, I surprisingly think of the best beef. I don’t know what it tastes like to fry it. When I was a child, I fed a rabbit. A good carrot fed, one day it died, and the taste is unforgettable. Humans eat the highest quality ingredients in their lives, and the meat is presumably very good. I have a desire to try it, haha, no wonder the perverted murderer is splitting After the corpse, the police always couldn't find all the meat, especially the meat on the legs and abdomen..."
Picking out a random paragraph of the text in the notebook, Chen Shi and Lin Dongxue can see that the backs of Chen Shi and Lin Dongxue are cold. This is absolutely abnormal. At the same time, the writing is so good, far better than Xin Bai's web writing.
The entire notebook contains these disgusting and explicit content. It records the mental journey of a murderer. Lin Dongxue said: "I saw a nightmare at night. Can this book convict him?"
"Are these true? He is a writer. A writer is a profession of fictional facts." Chen Shi doubted.
"From a certain point of view, writers are also the best at lying and acting. They will play different people in their works. You said that profession will alienate a person. People who write these things for a long time will not be psychologically normal, right? These skills extend to reality, presumably the lying skills are also MAX, so the private lives of some writers are extremely chaotic."
"Haha, you are forced to explain, I think writing these things will not make people bad, according to this logic, do the great gods who write cultivating immortals soar up in daylight by writing and writing? The deterioration can only be due to personal reasons. No serious profession can make a person bad." Chen Shi looked at the notebook in his hand, "This thing is questionable. Don't think so arbitrarily that it is evidence of a crime."
"Oh, let's go back!"
Before leaving, Chen Shi looked around. Lin Dongxue asked him what he was looking at. Chen Shi said, "Where is the camera head? Xin Bai showed great resistance to the camera head. It was not a pretense. The place where he lives should be It’s only right to have a camera."
"Fake it, I think he is acting, who would pretend to be a cameraman at home, and not being imprisoned."
"Imprisoned!?" The speaker was unintentional and the listener intentionally. Chen Shi thought of Xin Bai's various abnormalities. In his works, "Seek for help", his injuries, and the master he mentioned, could it be that he was imprisoned by someone.
Back in the bureau, the interrogation continued, but it did not proceed substantially. The two looked at the interrogation room from the surveillance window and saw Xin Bai dancing and gesticulating something. Their eyes were piercing and extremely excited, Lin Qiupu and Lin Qiupu. Lao Zhang has been tortured with a tired face, how can a normal person be consumed with neurosis.
The interrogation ended, and it was not too early. Xin Bai was taken away by the police and taken to the detention room. The others went home to rest first.
The next day, Lin Qiupu held a simple case discussion meeting, assigned tasks to let everyone visit the deceased’s home, call the intersection monitoring, to see where Xin Bai’s car came from, and to verify the content of that perverted little note. .
After the meeting, Chen Shi and Lin Dongxue went to the detention room to "visit" Xin Bai, only to see him shrink on the bed, covering his head with a blanket, his body trembling, as if very cold.
"Hello, are you sick?" Chen Shi asked.
"Don't let that thing face me!" Xin Bai said tremblingly.
"what?"
"That..." Xin Bai pointed at the back.
Chen Shi looked back and saw that there was a monitor on the wall facing him. He said, "I'm looking for something to block it?"
"thanks, thanks!"
"This is against the regulations." Lin Dongxue whispered.
"I'm not a policeman. Look at him like this. He is already dying of his photophobia. How can I talk if I don't cooperate."
"It's not crazy talk to talk to him."
Chen Shi found a piece of paper, folded it, and covered the camera. Xin Bai took a look from under the blanket, then stood up, his complexion improved, because Peng Sijue injected him with the ground last night. Semisone and a little tranquilizer, rest overnight, the negative effects of illegal drugs have been weakened.
Chen Shi said: "Your readers really care about you. You haven't updated it from last night to today. Everyone is guessing whether you were in a car accident, or kidnapped, or perverted."
"Hey hey, let them go in a hurry. This bunch of urging ghosts knows all day long to yell and make more changes. My dad will not let me ask for leave if he dies. If I lied, my dad will die in more than ten years. Yes, how can this be considered a lie..." Xin Bai was actually a little proud.
"This is very popular, you know?"
"If you drop it, you will drop it. How about my 100,000 fans, do fans who really love me care about this little thing?" At this point, Xin Bai's expression changed, as if he had thought of something.
Chen Shi caught some signs and said: "The deceased in your car is an UP owner who complained about your novels. Of course, he is also a fan. I found that he has a special understanding of your affairs. He interpreted that you are in the chapter. The signal for help. I had an idea last night, could it be that he ran to find you, broke some of your secrets, and then was killed."
Chen Shi said very vaguely, did not mention who killed him, he deliberately left room for the other party to answer.
Xin Bai's eyebrows were twisted into a pimple, "He... his name is old B. He did come to me, but I didn't kill him. I was just responsible for... the dismemberment."
"Responsible for the corpse? Then who killed him?"
"Yes... It's the master!"
Lin Dongxue was shocked, this guy actually told the truth, she hurriedly said: "I'll call my brother."
"Don't!" Chen Shi turned on the phone's recording function. He was afraid that when Lin Qiupu came, this guy wouldn't say anything. Xin Bai seemed to relax his vigilance only in front of him.
"Who are your so-called masters? Are you the one who imprisoned you?"
"Prison? Imprison!" Xin Bai squatted down, covering his face and crying, "He hit me, burned me with a cigarette butt, insulted me, forced me to write... Ah, I'm sorry, master, I didn't say anything bad about you, no!"
Xin Bai suddenly retracted into the blanket, shivering. Chen Shi and Lin Dongxue looked at each other in surprise. When they looked back, it turned out that the wind blowing in the corridor had blown off the paper covering the camera head.
Exposing under the camera head, Xin Bai's attitude immediately changed 360 degrees...