Xiang Wan didn't get an answer.
With Bai Muchuan, she herself might still be a suspect.
How could he tell her the details of the case that he couldn't disclose
The matter of the camera made Xiang Wan feel unspeakable surprise and fear.
Had no choice but to stay.
Fortunately, there are no other family members of Bai Muchuan in this villa. Li Ma was "sent" by his mother to take care of him after he transferred to Jincheng from Kyoto. It made Xiang Wan feel a lot of embarrassment.
In the morning, I looked at my phone and coded.
In the afternoon, code words and look at the phone.
When it was time for dinner at night, Xiang Wan looked at the poor Sanqianzi and wanted to cry.
Xiang Wan is not an author who can keep a good record, because she is interested in too many things and is too easily distracted. In addition, Zhao Jiahang's case is still being investigated by the police, and public opinion is getting more and more attention. The book review area was even busier than yesterday.
Her heart was like grass.
The matter is not over, so I can't settle down to write.
"Come on! You can coax others with such an excuse, but don't tease me. It's as if you were much bigger before the case..." After listening to his explanation, Fang Yuanyuan snorted.
Then, after urging Xiang Wan to take advantage of the popularity to update the book that hit the street and failed to bring it back to life, she summed up another reason for her rush to the street.
"Shupu, people are lazy. Even gods can't save you!"
Xiang Wan was a little wronged, "Who says I'm lazy? I want to write high-quality books, high-quality articles, do you understand? I want to write that kind of brainless, silly, sweet, and 20,000 daily updates are not a problem..."
"I heard this from last year and this year. The truth is, you are the silly white sweet." Fang Yuanyuan poked at her weakness unceremoniously, "What's wrong with people writing silly white sweet? Writing silly white sweet It’s fast, lots of money comes in, and you can’t make back what people make in a day in a year.”
"...No such insults! Fang Yuanyuan." Xiang Wan's voice was weak, unable to argue.
"Xiangwan, wake up! People have to adapt to society, you are not suitable for writing online literature at all. New, strange, fast, refreshing, eye-catching, this is the point. People read books to kill time, not to come to see A world famous book!"
Xiang Wan was silent.
This is not the first time Fang Yuanyuan accused her of failing to grasp the market and audience psychology.
she admits. Fang Yuanyuan makes sense.
Sometimes, she also thought about changing.
But she tried her best to write, but the book is still rushing, she is also very desperate!
"I'm sorry!" Xiang Wan stroked her hair, her head almost hanging on the keyboard, "I haven't been able to write a book with good results, and you can't hold your head up in the editorial department, and you have to wipe my ass frequently. But—I don't want to give up yet."
It took Fang Yuanyuan a long time to reply: "If you are willing to tell me why you are at Police Officer Bai's house and cannot go on a blind date, I will help you coax your mother!"
"Want to know?" Xiang Wan typed lazily.
"Ok?!"
"Don't say it. I'll suffocate you!"
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Fang Yuanyuan's aunt was also Xiang Wan's aunt. The mothers of the two of them had three sisters in total. Xiang Wan's mother was the oldest and lived the worst life. My aunt is the youngest, but she is the most promising among the three sisters, and only she has the opportunity to meet young talents.
In the eyes of my aunt, the 26-year-old Xiang Wan who didn't go out to work with computers all day and didn't even have a date was simply a problem.
Sometimes Xiang Wan was afraid that she would send her to a problem school for re-education.
So if it wasn't for Officer Bai's order, she would have gone on a blind date.
However, Fang Yuanyuan must explain it well.
Otherwise, let my mother know that she was involved in a murder because of writing a novel, I'm afraid she would faint on the spot.
From now on, she still wants to write online novels? It's too long!
After dismissing Fang Yuanyuan, Xiang Wan yawned and refreshed the book review area casually.
A message from two minutes ago caught her eye.
"Write well, I will definitely make you angry! Big red, big purple, completely release the devil in your heart..."
devil? What devil is in her heart
Xiang Wan was startled.
Switching to before the incident, at most, I thought I had met a second-year reader. But at this juncture, she was terrified and nervous when she saw it.
The line on the computer, like a demon in the void stretched out his finger again, waving at her with an evil smile—
Xiang Wan was stunned for a moment, dropped the mouse, and rushed out of the room.
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Criminal Investigation Brigade.
720 task force conference room.
Zhao Jiahang’s death is different from ordinary people. His glamorous labels such as "a billionaire, a great philanthropist, a wife-loving god" and so on have attracted the attention of the whole society. After being fermented by the media and network, the public opinion is overwhelming, and the influence brought by him even alarmed the Ministry of Public Security. Instruct the Municipal Bureau to set up a task force to solve the case within a time limit.
Bai Muchuan still led the work of the task force.
The case was being sorted out in the meeting room, and discussions were in full swing.
Bai Muchuan sat quietly by the side and looked at his phone, without saying a word for a long time.
Huang He took a sneak peek. The book he was reading was Xiang Wan's "Murder God"—
"Cough!" Huang He is an old criminal policeman. Captain Bai is a leader who fell from the sky, but a strong dragon can't overwhelm a snake. He is most familiar with the situation in the team. Several recruits are young and vigorous. If the boss is found to be so slack, I'm afraid cause bad influence.
"Boss, we want to hear your opinion." He asked.
"Huh?" Bai Muchuan raised his head, "Have you finished discussing?"
"..." Huang He couldn't answer.
"Boss!" A young detective named Tang Yuanchu stood up excitedly, "I think the murderer is Xiang Wan! The woman in the alley in the middle of the night, and the cat abuse and burning of corpses were all written, directed and acted by her. Just to confuse the police and divert our attention!"
"En. Continue!" Bai Muchuan raised his chin.
"First of all, the woman Erniu died a month ago."
Not only died, but even the account has been cancelled.
Er Niu is not from this city, the county-level city where her family is located is hundreds of kilometers away from Jincheng. This is the conclusion given by the local police station where Er Niu is.
"A person who has been dead for more than a month, will appear outside Xiang Wan's neighborhood and almost kill her? Obviously impossible. And that cat abuse plot—"
As he spoke, he flipped through the information, "Secondly, Xiang Wan provided the reader management group. Including Xiang Wan, there are six people in total. Here are their interview records. They all said that they had never seen any details about cat abuse. Gang, let alone stop the author from writing this detail! But Xiang Wan accurately stated the dead cats that were burned in the trash can outside the Zhaojiahang community... Except that three cats became two, the rest are exactly the same!"
"What does this mean?" Bai Muchuan asked.
"It means that Xiang Wan is lying! She is not the murderer, and she is also related to the murderer!"
"Why aren't those five people lying?"
Is a person more likely to lie, or a group of people more likely to lie
Will the five readers who have never met face to face say the same result with one voice
For anyone, the answer is obvious.
Tang Yuanchu didn't understand why Team Bai trusted Xiang Wan so much.
Bai Muchuan didn't explain, and glanced at him: "The camera at Xiang Wan's door, how do you explain it?"
Tang Yuanchu met his gaze, "If you can tell one lie, you can tell two lies. Of course she can shout "Stop the thief!"
Bai Muchuan looked at him, and suddenly smiled, "So you want to tell me that a woman deliberately designed a murder case exactly the same as the novel, killed a stranger, just to make the novel popular, and then go to prison Li Kai's signing party? Is she an idiot?"
The meeting room was quiet.
Criminal police work under a lot of pressure, and it's normal to be rude occasionally, and everyone is used to it.
Bai Muchuan was seldom angry, and it was the first time for him to swear, but it was full of deterrence.
Tang Yuanchu lowered his head, and even Huang He's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, "But Boss, don't forget that Xiang Wan is an author of suspenseful criminal investigation novels..."
That is to say, she has more anti-criminal investigation methods and reverse logical thinking than ordinary people. It is entirely possible that she has understood the police's mind and used the talent of a performing artist to cooperate with them in a play.
Bai Muchuan narrowed his eyes to look at him, but didn't answer.
Huang He was a little afraid in his heart that the captain transferred from ICPO would be stared at by him, and his tone was a little less confident.
"At least so far, we can't find a more suspicious suspect than Xiang Wan... Anyway, we should bring her back for further interrogation..."
"Where's the evidence?" Bai Muchuan stood up slowly, "Should we rely on guesswork to solve the case?"
Everyone: "..."
Bai Muchuan glanced at them, "Why don't you all switch to writing criminal investigation novels as a group, and rely on your ability to write stories to ensure that everyone is a master!"
Someone coughed in embarrassment, and someone snickered.
Bai Muchuan snorted coldly, "Er Niu is dead! Then how did she die? How is her social relationship? Does she have a boyfriend? What did she do before she died? What about the details? Have you sent someone to find out? Five readers, why do you conclude that they will not lie? Are five people necessarily less likely to lie than one person? What is the spirit of the criminal police? Search, find, truth, truth!"
Everyone was startled and didn't speak.
Bai Muchuan touched his pocket, as if looking for cigarettes.
But soon he took his hand back again, and someone else passed the cigarette up. He refused and turned to look at Huang He.
"Go to the technical team to urge the report!"
"Yes!" Huang He agreed, pushed the chair away and stood up.
At this time, a voice came from the door of the meeting room, "Don't rush, I'm here!"
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Does this rhythm look dull? Do girls who like pink feel dozed off