What are you thinking about?!

Chen Yu quickly shook his head, as if he wanted to shake these thoughts away.

Let's go back to the yard of the yard! Why didn't I find the contradiction in that yard? The outside was sprayed everywhere by debt collectors, but the yard was not affected. The reason should be that the yard was tight.

But who has slipped into the yard and cleaned the tires for the wheelbarrow these days? It must be someone with the keys to the yard...

Lu Shihui! This name suddenly appeared in Lin Ying's mind, and she sat up suddenly. At this moment, she heard someone knocking on the office door.

"Come in!" Lin Ying shouted outside.

Xiao Yu walked in quickly, and she handed the phone to Lin Ying and said, "Squad Lin, something happened. There is a long article on Weibo that claimed to have revealed the mystery of the continuous accidental death of Yuntang Town. Moreover, the man also pointed out the person suspected of the murderer in the article. Although he did not directly call the name, it can be seen from the lines that the murderer he hints at was Liu Zhao's neighbor, Lu Shihui."

"What?" Lin Ying sat up in surprise. She took the phone and flipped through it. She saw that it read—

"...There are no ghosts in the world, and the ghosts in Yuntang Town are naturally not ghosts. The so-called ghost feelings are actually human hearts. Ghosts are hidden in people's hearts, and the ghosts in Yuntang Town are naturally also hidden in the town.

"But this ghost was hidden very secretly. He found a substitute for himself. When all the clues pointed to that substitute, he could still hide in his home openly, observe all the police's actions through the crack of the door, thinking about how to respond next, so as to attract the police's sight further and further..."

"How is it? Team Lin, the substitute he mentioned should be Rui Zhao, and who is not Lu Shihui who is hiding in the crack of the door?"

"Have the person who posted this article found out? What is his identity?" Lin Ying asked with a frown.

"The name of his Weibo ID is 'Yanju', and he also added a v, saying that he is a mystery novel writer.

"I think the name looks familiar, just like Teacher Yan. At first I thought it was Teacher Yan's pseudonym, but I asked the Weibo backend. They checked the ID card provided by this person when he was authenticated and found that the name on the document was also 'Yan' - I also met an online novel author who regarded his real name as a pen name for the first time, and this person actually made a public speculation that the case was not solved. He was not afraid that the real murderer would come to the door to silence him. He was simply a fool."

"Oh, be careful about the language." Lin Ying reminded Xiao Yu, "Even if he is a fool, you can't say he is a fool, although he is indeed a fool - find this guy out quickly, and I want to ask myself to see if he is writing Hu or really knows what the inside story."

...

Yan Zhu opened the curtains with a disheveled face, and the sunlight shone in through the glass. The dust shaking off the curtains rose and flew under the light beam, as if there was life.

He has been in Weiyang for more than ten years and now he is renting a living in Shanyang District.

The community turned out to be a family house of a third-tier factory, and it was a tower with mottled and falling off the facade.

The distance between buildings in the community is very small, with almost no green space. The people on the ground floor have already demolished and built shops. Every morning, I hear the noise of breakfast shops downstairs. The fragrance of fried dough sticks, buns, tofu brains also floats in through the cracks in the window with the wind.

At noon, the breakfast shop was converted into a Sichuan restaurant. The range hood was whistling, but it still couldn't absorb the strong smell of Pixian bean paste.

The restaurant is a couple in their fifties. The husband's surname is Sun. Their children seem to have dropped out of school very early, and follow their parents to do the business of the small restaurant. They also work as part-time "delivery workers" in the community.

Every day when Yan Wu is hungry, he will open the window and roar downstairs—

"Xiao Sun--"

"Oh, Brother Yan!" Every time Xiao Sun called "Brother Yan", it sounded like "castration", which made Yan Ju very unhappy.

"Kang Bao chicken diced rice bowl, add a bowl of fermented glutinous rice dumplings!"

"Oh! I'll send it to you later!"

This takeaway is even saving money.

After staying up late for two consecutive nights to get the manuscript, Yan Zhu felt that he should have a good body repair. He thought about it and opened the window.

"Xiao Sun--"

"Here! Castration!" Xiao Sun ran out from the door of the restaurant downstairs and looked up, "What are you going to have for lunch?"

"Cut your uncle! Have a hot waist flower! Add two roasted waist! A portion of rice, and a bowl of iron stick yam porridge!"

"Remember - castration, you eat so much waist, are you playing with your girlfriend?"

"Get out of your mother! You curse me to castrate me every day and make a fucking girlfriend!" He closed the window with a bang.

He washed his face with cold water, then placed the takeaway box and instant noodles bucket in a plastic bag these days, and prepared for Xiao Sun to take it away for a while.

Otaku has the freedom of an otaku and the pain of an otaku - for example, if you don’t go out, it seems difficult to make a girlfriend.

He opened the serial of his novel and flipped through the comments below. Half of them were violently urging updates, and the other half expressed their appreciation and love. When he saw that the name of the id was a male fan. He felt sad. I was originally a straight man, but it seemed that these fans were almost bent.

Alas, there is a famous saying that comes from - it's better to bend, it's all over.

But he still felt that he could definitely withstand the temptation of this wave of male fans. Although he didn't have a girlfriend in reality, he was still married in the novel. Moreover, his wife in the novel was still a beautiful, sexy, smart and wise goddess detective. Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk...

As he was thinking, a knock on the door suddenly came from outside.

"Casting - the meal is ready!" It was Xiao Sun's voice, which sounded a little trembling, as if he had just been touched.

Huh? The business of the Old Sun family is so deserted today. The meal is ready in just ten minutes. Why is Xiao Sun's voice weird? It sounds so stern, won't he bend too, right?

He walked to the door and looked out from the cat's eyes. Xiao Sun was carrying something, standing at the door with sweat on his head.

He unscrewed the door lock and pulled it open, but was stunned.

In addition to Xiao Sun, there were two women standing outside the door. He had seen one of them from afar, that is Lin Ying, the deputy captain of Weiyang Criminal Investigation Team.

Damn, I was using the law to deliver food to fish! Yan Yan subconsciously closed the door, but the other female policeman was obviously more agile, so she jumped out and kicked the door open.

"Don't be afraid, we're here to understand the situation."

"Well, castration, I'll bring your girlfriends, I'll leave first!" Xiao Sun threw the takeaway at the door, jumped three feet high like a rabbit, and there was no trace in a blink of an eye.

"I'll introduce it to you," Xiao Yu helped pick up the takeaway at the door and walked in on his own, "My surname is Yu, I am a policeman, this one is—"
Chapter completed!