Su Hang started to feel headache. You know, he is a person who is accustomed to losing things. However, his troubles this time are not comparable to things like losing a lighter. He lost the first half of the original manuscript of the 170,000-word novel.
Su Hang worked so hard to finish writing the first half and was about to show it to his uncle Lin Sen, but at this time lost the entire manuscript.
“How can this kind of thing be filed…” Lin Sen couldn’t laugh or cry. He was a police officer of the City Criminal Police Brigade.
“Does it mean that if you lose it, you lose it?”
Su Hang slapped his forehead in annoyance. He has recalled his itinerary countless times, but still can’t remember where the manuscript was dropped.
“Write again, while you still remember.” Lin Sen patted Su Hang on the shoulder.
Repetitive creation is a work without passion, and Su Hang couldn’t write the same article a second time. Lost the manuscript and didn’t dare to talk to his girlfriend. He was so slouched all day long and bored himself in the rental room outside the school.
But now, Su Hang is beginning to understand that losing the manuscript is not the worst.
The tired Lin Sen was soft on the sofa and complained to him in a whisper: “You didn’t see the scene, it looked like the red paint was overturned. Just me I didn’t vomit… The south district of Shinan District was even more exaggerated. The victim was roasted into a ball, let alone confirming his identity, and he couldn’t distinguish his head and feet… How did you solve the crime in these seventy-two hours? It’s…”
Su Hang was stunned on the sofa, before replying for a long time: “The scene where the victim was burnt with charcoal, is it on the rooftop?”
“How do you know?” Lin Sen was surprised.
“S…Shit…isn’t this the fucking the same as in my novel?”
Lin Sen sat up: “Which novel?”
Su Hang sternly said: “The one that was lost.”
Lin Sen almost jumped up: “You Means, someone picked up your novel and used the above methods to commit crimes?”
Su Hang stared at his face, speechless.
Lin Sen slowly exhaled two syllables: “Shit……”
“Are you sure you will be here?” Lin Sen was in the dark Asked in a low voice from the corner of the park.
Su Hang nodded: “This murderer is the same as the one in my novel. He is a pleasure offender (that is, not for money, nor for hatred, jealousy, revenge, sexual desire, etc.). To those who commit crimes purely for excitement and excitement), for such people, this placeIt’s a very good killing show stage. I also used this location as a prototype when I wrote my novel. The third location is the park, which is not wrong. “
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“Stage…” Lin Sen murmured and repeated, sighing, “Su Hang, if I don’t know you, I really want to kill You, catch all of you perverted writers and shoot them. “
Su Hang lowered his head angrily.
Suddenly a shrill voice came from the darkness, and a horrified sound struck out in the dark. Open your mouth. At this time, apart from the guards, there can be no one in the park.
Lin Sen immediately entered a state of alert, every cell in his body was eager to try. He drew his pistol, Senran’s muzzle was condensed with a murderous aura, reflecting a little cold light in the darkness.
In order to do his merits, he came without the police, which undoubtedly increased the action. Dangerous. If you don’t bring a pistol, things may be very difficult to end.
“If it is true that according to Suhang’s speculation, the murderer commits crimes once every three days according to the method of the novel, then, next The time of one crime was at midnight today. “Lin Sen cursed in his heart.
In the few years he joined the police force, he has seen all kinds of criminals, and what he hates most is the kind of crime that is regarded as a game. .
He slowly loaded the gun.
The grip of the gun handle made him feel at ease. He could feel the preparation in the barrel The bullets flying out, the particle bullets will bloom on the murderer’s forehead.
Su Hang trembled, not because of the night temperature. He felt that the dark side was something indescribable. , Was rushing towards them. Su Hang could only get closer to Lin Sen. In fact, he felt in his heart that the best ending was for Lin Sen to clean up the impersonator and finish the novel by himself, and this incident was As a disguised propaganda for the novel. For a few moments, he felt in a daze that he was not far from success. The palace of the master of literature had opened the door to him, and the Muse greeted him…
The last light is also extinguished. Even the nocturnal creatures will never see anything in this darkness. The sound is getting closer and the footsteps are heavy, and it seems to be dragging something. That thing Across the ground, making an uncomfortable rubbing sound.
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Lin Sen squeezed the pistol. Su Hang felt his body shudder slightly, the air It was full of anxiety and depression. The next moment, Lin Sen had already stood up.
“Don’t move! “
The beams of the flashlight are shooting in the direction of the sound at the same time.
Lin Sen, Black Shadow, ten steps away.
Su Hang slowly stood up, and it took his eyes two seconds to adjust to the long-lost light. The gun was pointed at a middle-aged man in ragged clothes and a dazed expression. He was dragging a huge sack.
“Let it down!” Lin Sen ordered.
The man was stunned and put down the sack. Step back! The man took two steps back, and simply withdrew seven or eight steps away.
“Let’s see what it is.” Raising the pistol, Lin Sen tilted his head to signal Su Hang to check the sack.
“It’s rubbish. Just a homeless scavenger.”
Lin Sen was relieved, he frowned and complained: “Aren’t you sure?”
“All affirmations are based on the premise that the murderer will continue to commit crimes according to the plot of my novel. According to the novel, the murderer will be at night Put the third victim in the park square…”
Lin Sen yelled angrily: “Enough!” He put away the pistol, and said nothing. go away.
Su Hang was dizzy for a while from frustration and over-tension. He slowly walked towards the exit of the park and started to think about the whole thing. What went wrong?
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The news of Lin Sen’s death came the next afternoon. On the park square, there was a broken heart. That night, he could not go home at all.
Su Hang told the whole process of the matter to Brother Jian, the captain of the Criminal Police Brigade.
“In other words, the murderer picked up your novel and committed the crime in the same way as your novel?” He was incredulous.
But Su Hang replied: “Yes, every link is exactly the same.”
The media became fanatical, and they began to hype: perverted imitation The murderer appeared in the city, and the young criminal policeman became the victim.
The reporters besieged Suzhou and Hangzhou, and publishing houses that hadn’t been in contact for a long time all took the initiative to call to discuss Suhang’s novels that were already full of storms before they were published.
Su Hang didn’t know whether he should be happy, he prayed silently in his heart that the perverted killer could stay away for a while, until his novel was published.
Back to the rental room outside the school at night, Su Hang excitedly said everything that he dared not tell his girlfriend these days.
As my girlfriend listened, her face gradually changed.
“Wait.” She said, walking into the bedroom, and she took out a thick manuscript with a puzzled look, “It is this manuscript you said you lost? You? Keep pressing it under my pillow.”
“What?”Su Hang was taken aback.
“You didn’t lose it at all, and no one picked it up at all… Who is that…” His girlfriend’s face turned pale and her voice became smaller and smaller.
Su Hang started to feel a headache. You know, he is a person who is accustomed to losing things.