With this announcement, the public opinion was immediately excited.
For a bizarre murder case, the more ups and downs the plot is, the more eye-catching it is.
The death of a male god with a net worth of tens of billions already whetted the appetite of the people who eat melons, and a book that pre-written the case almost from beginning to end affected the nerves of the public even more. The popularity even overwhelmed XX star cheating and became the number one hot topic.
"Murder God" did not become popular, there are pirated copies, and subscriptions have not increased much, but the popularity of the book is getting wider and wider.
The pseudonym Xiang Gongziwan finally stood out from the crowd of online writers.
"Xiaowan, even I began to doubt, how did you know the facts of the case in advance? Hey, there is no real guidance, right?"
When Fang Yuanyuan went to work, she poked Xiangwan vigorously and asked curiously.
It has been three days since she asked N times.
But in the dark... How can this happen
Xiangwan rolled his big eyes, and rolled his eyes while holding his chin, "If I said that every time I write, I can hear the voice in my head, and that voice guides me in the direction of writing, would you believe it?" ?”
Fang Yuanyuan posted three "fucking shit" in a row, and then was dubious.
"My God! It can't be true, can it? Cousin, don't scare me!"
"If it's not true, what do you think it is?"
"Yeah, if it's not true, how could you write a story that is so close to the truth? Ah, I'm going crazy! What's going on?"
"..." Xiang Wan knocked on his forehead, "Just take it for real. I'm not a human being, I'm—God!"
"Are you crazy?"
"Ha ha!"
In fact, Xiang Wan was also confused.
The chance of a blind cat bumping into a dead mouse also shocked her.
Does she have the ability to pre-write, can she not know
What she writes is what she thinks. Except for the plot being forcibly modified by Bai Muchuan, it never deviated from the outline at all.
Yes, she wrote a detailed outline in addition to the outline.
Although the few readers refused to admit that they had read the detailed outline, Xiang Wan knew very well that he had written such a thing.
Then, the only scientific explanation is that someone imitated the crime.
But who is that person
The outline in the book matches the case.
But the murderer, as written in the book, is the second girl who has been dead for more than a month
Xiang Wan spent the whole day in chaos.
This day is very unusual for her.
The book review area continued to be hot, there were topics on Weibo, and all kinds of private poking messages about her on QQ and WeChat, she couldn't respond or digest.
The most helpless thing is that she lived in Bai Muchuan's house for no reason, and was almost isolated from society by him.
Except for the news on the Internet, she can't hear the voice of the outside world.
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Bai Muchuan came back after dinner.
At that time, Xiang Wan was being called downstairs for dinner by Li's mother.
Seeing him enter, Xiang Wan, who had been "imprisoned" for three whole days, rushed over.
"You're back at last. What's going on? Why?"
Bai Muchuan didn't speak, but looked at her from top to bottom.
"I am full?"
"..."
Where does this answer follow
Xiang Wan's full of doubts were defeated by his tepidity.
"Officer Bai." She raised her head slightly, her long black hair was loosely draped over her shoulders, her sullen little face was fair and clean, her thin pink lips were like two petals, and she looked extraordinarily beautiful when she was angry. Not nice, "My case is done, can I get my release?"
Bai Muchuan raised his eyebrows, his face expressionless as always.
"The murderer who smiled in the sun didn't show up, why is it called finished?"
Xiang Wan mourned, "My God! I really want to kneel down to you! It's just a novel and has nothing to do with reality. Who is the murderer under the sun? How do I know. I'm going to write a serial case in this book. It's not that simple. The real big BOSS hasn't appeared yet, it's estimated to be five million words, don't you mean to keep me free until the finale of "Murder God"?"
"Why not?" Bai Muchuan unbuttoned his collar, entered the room from her side, and after thinking about it, he came back and raised his hand at her, "Be flat, don't need to kneel!"
"..." Xiang Wan was convinced by this man.
However, based on his "consultant" invitation that night, Xiang Wan's attitude towards him improved a lot.
Helpless, she rubbed her hands and followed, from the living room to the dining room, as well-behaved as a primary school student.
"Anyway, it doesn't make sense for me to live in your house like this! Officer Bai, why don't we take advantage of this moment to settle our accounts, and then..."
Bai Muchuan stamped his feet, ignoring the embarrassment that Xiang Wan almost bumped into her shoulder, and lightly swept her face, "You don't want to know who the owner of the red car you saw that night is?"
red car? Xiang Wan was startled, then overjoyed.
"That's right! I almost forgot about it, is there any news?"
Bai Muchuan hummed, "This is not the only news."
After finishing speaking, he stopped talking, and raised his eyebrows deliberately as if to tantalize.
Xiang Wan was tickled by his hesitant to speak, like a cat's paw was scratching.
So, she coughed in embarrassment, and stopped talking about settling accounts, her eyes glowed with excitement.
"Officer Bai, may I know?"
Bai Muchuan narrowed his eyes, and slowly sat on the chair, like an old man.
"see your performance."
Performance
Looking at the plate of boiled shrimp in front of him, Xiang Wan realized for a second.
Peeling shrimp, adding rice, serving soup, she served this uncle like a little girl.
Bai Muchuan ate in the cafeteria for three days, and he ate a lot this meal.
The two of them didn't talk very much, they only exchanged eyes about food, and Bai Muchuan was even more lukewarm and had no good expressions, but there was an inexplicable sense of beauty in the scene of them getting along. Call up.
As for Bailu, he ran upstairs before finishing his meal, and cried in bed with a headache.
"Mom, my little uncle was snatched away—"
Today is Zhao Jiahang's first seven.
The Zhao family's villa is quite lively during the day.
Relatives and friends who came to sacrifice, ate, drank, inquired, and left at night.
At night, the temperature dropped and the wind picked up.
The white lanterns in front of the door were shining dimly, the long white stripes lifted by the wind, the white wreaths, and the smell of candles and paper money in front of the coffin became more and more intense.
Xu Zhaodi still did not go to the mourning hall.
In the "White Castle" where she lives, it is so quiet that there is no popularity.
Outside the window, the rustling of bamboo leaves is like human footsteps, with a strange spiritual smell.
"What time is it?" The woman on the wheelchair in front of the window asked softly.
"It's almost 12 o'clock. It's ten minutes away." Xiaocheng replied dutifully.
"Has everyone dispersed?"
"It's gone!"
"Where's the master?"
"In the mourning hall."
Xu Zhaodi's face was hidden in the veil, looming.
After thinking for a long time, she said, "Master, are you ready?"
Xiaocheng seemed to hesitate.
At this time, "Amitabha" sounded, and a bald monk wearing a monk's robe and cassock came in at the door.
"Ma'am, everything is ready."
In this era when feudal superstition has long been discarded, many people no longer practice rituals when they hold funerals at home.
However, Xu Zhaodi did not attend the funeral, but made Zhao Jiahang's funeral extraordinarily grand.
The first seven days are another day of "returning evil spirits". It is said that the dead will go home to say goodbye to their relatives on this day, and the first seven days are also the last day for the dead to stay in the world. In the old customs, relatives would spread a layer of plant ash on the ground, and then avoid it far away, and wait for the undead to pass by, and the footprints of the undead left on the plant ash could be seen the next day.
This custom is also known as "collecting footprints".
Ordinarily, a highly educated person like Xu Zhaodi should not believe this statement.
But not only did she believe it, she seemed to believe it deeply.
This eminent monk was specially invited by her.
For Zhao Jiahang, by the way, "receive footprints" for him.
Following the instructions of the eminent monk, Xu Zhaodi not only spread plant ash, but also pasted paper money on bamboo poles every ten feet from the door steps to guide the undead, and then placed his favorite meals and fruits in the parking lot where Zhao Jiahang died. It was all the way to the room where he lived.
Hearing this, he will come into the house and spend his last night in Yangjian here.
"Female benefactor, the time is almost up."
"Xiaocheng, turn off the lights."
"Yes, ma'am."
The wind is faint, and Xu Zhaodi's voice is scattered in the wind, which is lighter than a ghost.
"Will he really... come back?"
All the lights went out, and the White Castle went dark.
The oil lamps on the path flickered dimly like will-o'-the-wisps.
Indistinctly, their faces hiding behind the veil in the living room became inexplicably terrifying.
Pounding! I don't know whose heartbeat it is.
Xu Zhaodi remained motionless and held her breath tightly.
The great monk sat on the futon, clasped his hands, and silently chanted some scriptures.
Boom!
The living room clock strikes.
It's exactly twelve midnight!
With a creak, the half-closed door was blown open by the wind.
A cloud of yin qi blew in, and there was no one at the dark door.
Xu Zhaodi looked at the door momentarily, and slowly, she really saw a shadow stepping in.
There was no light, and in the dark night-like room, the figure couldn't see his face, but with his figure and clothes... it was undoubtedly Zhao Jiahang.
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