The Underworld Detective

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The editor told us the story of a thousand words before the sword.

He has just entered the ranks of traditional writers more than ten years ago, and has contributed to some small magazines. Of course, what he most aspires to is the old-fashioned magazine, The Great Detective.

Qian Yansheng's drafts were sent back several times, and he angered the editor to ask the editor what was wrong and why he could change it. Why should the website treat a serious author like this? The editor at the time was called Night Sky, the woman chosen as the fourth victim.

The night sky only responded with one sentence: "If you change the shit, you won't be on the table!"

After a decade of trial and error, he was desperately reading and practicing with a thousand words of provocation, but he has never written a manuscript for The Great Detective.

After he became famous, the night sky went to him with shame, but he ignored him.

Because of the oldest qualifications, Night Sky is currently the executive editor of The Detective Family. Every time her colleagues eat together, she always talks about this past, saying that she once lost contact with a master, admonishing everyone to cherish every author in her hand, and never lose precious resources.

After listening, Huang Xiaotao said, "That's it!"

I said, "As an editor, no matter who the target is, it's very unethical to say that?"

The editor in the video chuckled: "She may be in a bad mood that night, lesbians, it is inevitable that her mind is not broad ..."

Huang Xiaotao interrupted him: "Okay, don't stigmatize lesbians. By the way, do you have her contact information?"

"I'll call her."

The editor made a few phone calls. It turned out that these two days were New Year's Day holidays and they didn't go to work. I said why there are so many people on the street.

After a lap, the editor cried in panic, "She has run to Nanjiang!"

"What?" I was frightened.

"My colleague said that I won a prize two days before the night sky and gave me a coupon for a three-day tour of Nanjiang. She went to Nanjiang on New Year's Day ... I also followed the recent events on Weibo. Everyone said a thousand words Katsu is crazy, is it true? "

I said, "Give us her contact information immediately."

The editor told us the number and email address of the night sky. I dialed it immediately, but it showed that no one was answering. I had a bad feeling at the moment.

Huang Xiaotao dialed a phone number to the plainclothes monitoring Qian Yansheng: "Xiao Wang, is the goal still?"

"He never went out," answered plainclothes.

"What about his wife?" Huang Xiaotao continued to ask.

"Going out for shopping, I haven't returned yet," plain clothes said.

Huang Xiaotao hung up the phone and exchanged sight with me. I said, "Hurry up!"

At this time, a policewoman at the reception desk came in and said, "I just received an alarm from the branch office. A murder case occurred in Taoyuan District, and the branch office has sent someone over ... The murderer seems to be in the case where the yellow team is responsible People. "

Huang Xiaotao immediately grabbed the coat on the wall: "Go!"

There are so many people on the street, and the traffic jams keep us upset. On the way, we received a call from the Taoyuan Branch, claiming that the murderer was wounded in a bullet and has now been transferred to the nearest hospital. The victim had lost his breath and was identified as an editor of a magazine agency to visit Nanjiang City.

Our worst conjecture was confirmed, and I asked, "How did you find this case?"

The policeman on the phone said: "The woman rushed into the hotel with a knife to kill someone. It was too arrogant. It was the police who reported the hotel staff. We immediately arrived. I asked her to drop her weapon, but she rushed over to the police. , It feels like I lost my mind, so I fired, but rest assured that all of them were hit on the limbs, without hurting her. She is now rescuing. "

I don't know if Mrs. Murong volunteered to do anything. Did she really love her husband more than she loved herself?

Now we have three places to go to see the scene, go to the autopsy, or go to the hospital. Given the poor traffic today, we chose the last one.

An hour later, we came to the emergency room of a hospital, and Mrs. Murong, who had just been rescued, was pushed out. She wore a breathing mask on her face and looked at us weakly, saying, "It's me. Let it be done by my husband! I beg you. "

I was speechless for a while, and the doctor next to me pushed me away and said, "The patient still needs to rest. You can ask questions in two days!"

Leaving the hospital, I looked at the dark sky and said, "Is it necessary to fight for this? Does he really not understand that he can't escape, but has to drag the whole family into hell!"

Huang Xiaotao said: "When a person is obsessed with obsession, it is terrible. Where do we go next?"

"Post-mortem!"

We couldn't handle the case by feeling. We came to the branch and experienced the dead body again. Sure enough, the criminal method was completely different from the first three cases. From the strength of the wound, it was also the woman.

I asked the people in the branch to send the body to the city bureau, and then I went to Huang Xiaotao's home with a thousand words.

The two tailed plainclothes sat in the car, saw us coming, came out, Huang Xiaotao asked, "Is there anything unusual?"

"It's nothing abnormal. The house is on all day and the sound of smashing is heard occasionally ... I feel this person is crazy." The plainclothes replied.

Huang Xiaotao nodded: "We'll visit him again."

"Yellow team, consultant Song, be careful!" Warned plainclothes.

We came forward and rang the doorbell. After no one answered for a long time, I opened the lock by myself. The garage that was burned last time was dark but the wreckage of the two cars was still inside. The door was open in the living room. You can see the mess in the room. The shelves were shattered and the books were scattered. The leather sofa was cut open one after another with a knife.

When I walked in, Huang Xiaotao was about to pull out his spear. I shook my head and pointed to my eyes. He dared to attack us. My Pluto pupil was enough for him to drink a pot!

When we walked into the study and heard the crackling sound, I saw Qian Yansheng sitting in front of the computer, wearing a bathrobe, and his hair as messy as a chicken's nest. Rather than typing, he was smashing the keyboard.

He yelled at the screen while posting: "No, I won't lose, I am proficient in reasoning around the world, how can I lose to a hairy guy."

I knocked on the door and said, "Big writer!"

Qian Yansheng's sword turned his head, and at that moment his eyes looked like a beast in the jungle, which made him shudder. He seemed to have not slept for a few days, his eyes were bloodshot, his beard was not shaved, and he had completely changed from an elegant gentleman to a decadent uncle.

Qian Yansheng picked up the whiskey on the ground, took a big sip, and staggered towards us: "What are you doing here? Are you here to make fun of me? Go, give me all, I don't want to see you."

After all, he threw the bottle over and broke it on the side wall.

At first I still had a little respect for him, but now he is really pitiful.

I said, "We are here to inform you that your wife has been arrested! The charge is murder."