I heard that I'm a tomb robber

Chapter 105 Chapter [-] continues
"Mei Qian was under surveillance before, and our people went out for a spring outing not long after we left. It just so happened that we went to dig a hole in the wild alone. Is this normal? Just a photo, we don't know if Mei Qian saw it with his own eyes. To Ding, what if he is just inspecting the goods? I suspect that this person has not only participated in tomb robbery, but also engaged in illegal activities of reselling."

"As for us not being able to find any clues for such a long time, that's the scariest thing. Think about it, who can really keep the secret? None of his accomplices and people who have been in contact with him in the past want to betray him? Where are these people?"

Sitting in the co-pilot seat, Zhang Yu tilted his head and looked at the buildings and streets on both sides, and what the team leader Qin Sen said to him popped up from time to time in his mind.

And the more he thought about it, the heavier his heart became.

In fact, it's not that he didn't have similar speculations, but he had been with the suspect Mei Qian for a long time, and felt that although this person was narrow-minded and had an awkward personality, he was generally considered a good person to associate with.In fact, it is not half like the ruthless old fox.

But the captain's speculation was also very reasonable, for a while, he couldn't see through Mei Qian.

It wasn't until the car stopped in the hospital parking lot and Li Chen reminded him that he came back to his senses.

The two got out of the car and strode inside.At this time, Li Chen suddenly asked weakly: "Master, where do you think Mei Qian learned about the details of the case?"

Because the description in the novel is too detailed, even though the murderer has not been caught yet, how does Li Chen think, how does the novel make sense.

So, this kind of confusion has been kept in my heart, and I have long planned to find someone to ask.But Zhang Yu was silent as soon as he got in the car, and his face was gloomy, so he had to be careful.Seeing that Master's complexion improved a lot after getting off the car, he asked in a low voice.

Zhang Yu slowed down, thought for a while and smiled, "What do you think?"

"Mei Qian's social life in the past few years has been very simple. There are only a few people around, and there is a high probability that she has no intersection with the murderer in your profile. The only place where she can contact is the detention center. The news has been reported a long time ago. Could it be that because Mei Qian is a writer, the murderer came to him in private? But I can't figure it out. If this is the case, why did Mei Qian hide it for the other party? It is for the benefit of the new book? "

"Well, the possibility of the murderer being imprisoned for committing other crimes is not ruled out. It is also a good direction. However, according to my understanding of him, it is very..." Zhang Yu nodded, but then stopped the following words, After sighing, he said again: "If you want to know what's going on, just ask directly."

"Mei Qian is so stubborn, will she tell the truth? Don't be fooled by the explanation of coincidence again." Li Chen muttered.

Hearing this, Zhang Yu stopped in his footsteps, and then turned around and walked outside the hospital.

"Master, are we not going in?" Li Chen was puzzled.

"It's easy to judge whether it's a coincidence or not, just wait for him to release the following content." Zhang Yu smiled mysteriously at his apprentice.

And just as they left the hospital, Mao Mao also got out of the car.

Looking at the backs of the two, he blinked strangely, then continued to make phone calls, and slowly walked towards the inpatient department with the insulated lunch box in hand.

She came early, and it was not time for lunch yet. When she got to the floor where Mei Qian's ward was located, she hung up the phone and muted the phone before entering the ward.

But he happened to meet the nurse who was pushing the cart, and turned sideways to avoid it.

Inside, Mei Qian was lying on the hospital bed with a pale face. Obviously, the dressing experience just now was not good.

Maomao and Ning Chi looked at each other and smiled. If it wasn't for the inappropriate occasion, they really had the urge to take a photo of their boss and send it out.

Who would have thought that the martial arts masters recognized by the outside world, tough guys and ruthless people who can fight back against assassins even if they are seriously injured, can also be defeated by the nurses.

Just now from a long distance, I could hear the cry of pain, followed by a series of "light, light" begging and complaining.

If this is seen by others, it is estimated that the jaws will drop in shock.

The two assistants had teasing eyes, and Mei Qian could feel it.

There was no way, he was afraid of pain, even though the wounds on his abdomen and chest were about to heal, the pain from the gauze coming off was enough for him to bear.

Just, I really want to eat another Da Huan Dan.

But after thinking about it, I am not reconciled, pretending for such a long time, isn't it just suffering in vain, and it also arouses suspicion?
Of course he can make himself more comfortable.At that time, the bullet on Ning Chi's body, Zhang Yu's quick recovery, Mao Mao and his father's uninjured, all have something to explain...

Therefore, he could only stare back angrily.

Maomao put down the lunch box and looked at Mei Qian with a smile: "I really didn't realize that Brother Qian is such a diligent and conscientious writer, and he didn't forget to work even when he was seriously injured." As he spoke, he glanced at Ning, who shrank his head Take a look.

Mei Qian didn't know that the other party was blaming him for not recuperating, and accusing Ning Chi of not doing a good job of supervision.

Quickly explained: "I really can't hold it back anymore. Anyway, I'm just thinking wildly in bed, so I might as well write it out. Don't worry, I typed very quickly last night, and I didn't delay my rest."

Seeing this, Maomao didn't want to say anything else, he just said not to be too tired, and opened the lunch box.

Suddenly, a strong fragrance filled the room.

As soon as he smelled the smell, Mei Qian immediately raised his eyebrows, and the pain just now seemed to disappear all at once, and today he finally didn't have to drink porridge, mixed with mullet soup.

And when Maomao left with an empty lunch box, Mei Qian finally remembered her update last night, and she didn't know the results and how many people were watching.

The inspection was completed in the morning, and the medicine was changed, so I simply turned on the phone and checked the author's background.

It's just that I didn't expect that after I updated three chapters, two chapters were blocked.

I hurriedly contacted the editor, and then saw a series of messages sent to me by the other party.

First, ask him how his health is, and he must pay attention to rest, and don't rush to send a book.

Then the conversation changed, saying that his two chapters were too bloody and violent, and did not meet the requirements of the website. Many netizens had complained, and they could only temporarily block him if he could not be contacted.It needs to be modified before it can be released.

"Really, it might as well be published." Mei Qian was also helpless. As a veteran author, he naturally understood that the review standards for online writing and physical publishing were completely different.

But last night, his writing flowed like a spring, he was really devoted to writing, and he was urged to rest, so he completely forgot about it.

In fact, given his rank and popularity, websites generally don't directly block content, and editors always have to say hello in advance.Isn't it because he was being checked and didn't look at his phone at all!

So, after Ning Chi complained and handed over the notebook, he changed, deleted, and replaced the old document before notifying the editor.The two discussed how to promote the new book through the communication software, and then they gave up.

At this time, as long as he didn't move, the wound wouldn't hurt. He felt that he was in a good state, and he planned to take the opportunity to type, but he suddenly remembered something and opened the browser instead.

When I searched, I searched according to keywords such as "dismemberment", "storm", "fishing net", but did not find any cases similar to those in the novel.

Not knowing whether he should be disappointed or relieved, he drank half a glass of lemonade, twisted his neck, opened the document again, and began to write the second story of "The Killer's Diary".

(End of this chapter)