I heard that I'm a tomb robber

Chapter 109 Chapter [-]
Both stories hit the mark, and they hardly differed much from reality.

Although Mei Qian had been mentally prepared, she never expected that criminal investigation novels would be more similar to tomb robbery novels.

If we say that more than half of the tomb robbery novels do not match the real world.

Then criminal investigation novels mostly coincide with reality, which is why the police can rely on novels to find the murderer.

By analogy, if I write a social documentary, I am afraid that it will not fit 100%?

After thinking about it, he temporarily gave up his plan to choose military for his next book.

If the system is not terrible to smash the tomb, just don't write it.

Even if there is only a slight similarity in the military category, it will have a huge impact, no matter whether the consequences are good or bad, anyway, he doesn't need this kind of "blessing" right now.

However, there is one thing that must be asked clearly: "The victim in the first case was discovered as early as last year? And the little girl in our community was also reported missing last year?"

Zhang Yu nodded. Anyway, the details of the case have been seen by others. There is nothing to hide, so he nodded directly.

Then, he watched the expression on Mei Qian's face change back and forth, which was very exciting.

Knowing that the other party's inner emotions must be complicated, he did not interrupt, but observed it with interest.

Fortunately, Mei Qian also knew that there were other people in the room, so she quickly came back to her senses, and said with a smile: "I never thought that this could also crash into a car."

Zhang Yu seemed to have known that he would say such words, sighed, got up and called Li Chen back again.

When Mei Qian saw her, she knew that the next step would be a formal inquiry.

Sure enough, after Zhang Yu came in, he sat upright and opened his notebook again.

"Have you had any contact with the two suspects?"

"No, there is no intersection at all." Mei Qian shook his head.

"Xu Yuan doesn't know him either? He runs a flower shop at the gate of your community." Zhang Yu raised his eyes and said emphatically, "Please answer seriously, we will investigate."

"I don't like growing flowers at all, how could there be intersections? Wait..." At this point, Mei Qian pondered, and after a while he said uncertainly: "Earlier this year, before I went to the funeral parlor, I was at the flower shop in front of the community. How many bunches have you bought, it seems to be called 'House of Beauty'?"

"By the way, it is the property of the suspect."

"That polite-looking boss is a serial killer? I really can't tell." Mei Qian tried hard to recall the scene back then, but unfortunately he couldn't remember the other person's appearance.

"You didn't feel that he was a dangerous person at the time?" Zhang Yu stared closely at the person on the bed, and said in a deep voice: "Didn't you find out that he was related to the disappearance case, and you went to try to solve the case? Otherwise, the two families in your community Flower shop, why did you choose his house?"

"50.00% probability, his house is close." Mei Qian rolled her eyelids angrily: "You treat me as idle, why are you solving disappearance cases?" At this point, he emphasized: "I'm just a novel writer. , what do you know about solving crimes?"

Zhang Yu was stunned for a moment, why are these words so familiar?

Oh, who said that?I am a book writer, what do I know about tomb robbers?

However, he seemed to be recording the above questions with a pen, but in fact he didn't write them down in the notebook at all, because it was considered an induced confession.

Seeing that his words were fruitless, he changed the subject: "Then can you tell us about the original intention and source of inspiration for writing "The Diary of a Killer"? How did you design these bloody and horrific cases, and do you have access to this information?"

Mei Qian: "Watching too many criminal investigation TV dramas, anyone with a bit of writing skills can write novels."

Well!Another very familiar sentence, Zhang Yu raised his eyebrows.

Isn't this similar to "after watching a documentary, anyone can write a novel about tomb robbers"?

But he can't interrupt yet, he can only continue to listen to the other party's vernacular, no, it's a statement.

"As for the bloody horror, it's okay. Commercial writing is all about making money. Of course, you can do whatever you want to attract attention." Mei Qian's tone was light: "As for the source of inspiration, it was a dream."

The pen in Zhang Yu's hand stopped for a moment, he glanced at Mei Qian who was full of indifference, then turned to the side of the apprentice whose head was lowered, showing no expression, and confirmed with some tiredness: "Dream?"

"You know when this book was conceived. The air pressure in a place like a detention center is very low, and you're exposed to negative information every day. It's inevitable that you will have wild thoughts and dream about strange things at night. Isn't it reasonable?" Mei Qian said on the hospital bed. Sitting up, he explained seriously: "Haven't I been chasing dramas before? After watching too much, the plots in my mind will naturally gradually become fuller."

"Are you sure you didn't get the information while chatting with your fellow prisoner?" Zhang Yu asked: "Dreams are a bit too far-fetched and unbelievable."

"Can you think of a plausible reason for me?" Mei Qian leaned back on the bed, showing a very tired look: "I don't believe you didn't investigate, who are the people locked up with me. After a pause, he said again: "Is there anything else the police officer wants to ask?" "

"Thank you for your cooperation." Zhang Yu was silent for a moment, closed the notebook with a snap, and stood up abruptly.

"Walk slowly, don't see me off." Mei Qian raised her voice.

Zhang Yu opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything. He glanced at the infusion bottle hanging by the bed, grabbed the printing paper from Mei Qian's hand, and led Li Chen to go out.

Not long after, Ning Chi brought the nurse in and pulled out the needle in Mei Qian's hand.

After the nurse left, Ning Chi asked with a smile, "Brother, why did Officer Zhang make you angry?"

Unexpectedly, Mei Qian only hummed without answering.

Ning Chi touched his nose, fell down on the accompanying bed with interest, put on the earphones and played the game.

Mei Qian waited until the back of her hand stopped bleeding, then picked up the mobile phone in her abdomen, and continued to browse the author's background.

Perhaps the news of his injury has spread all over the world. At the beginning of the serialization of this "Diary of a Killer", there were few negatives. Even the most positive reminders in the past changed their tone and began to persuade the author not to die and to cultivate well.More sympathy and ridicule for Mei Qian's "dedication".

This is why Mei Qian has never given up writing on the Internet. This kind of real-time feedback cannot be felt by physical book writers and film and television drama editors.

In fact, after Zhang Yu came, Mei Qian did decide to stop this seemingly dangerous novel for a moment.

But after reading these comments, I remembered my eunuch records in the past few years, and thus strengthened my determination to continue.

There is a high probability that the stories in this book have already appeared in reality. Writing them out can also help the police solve the case, right?It is completely contributing to public safety and doing justice.

Well, for sure.

However, for the sake of recuperation, the update can be slowed down a little. Anyway, we have already received realistic feedback, so there is no such urgency.

And it can also better understand the psychology of the characters, maybe the quality is better.

Thinking of this, he immediately grabbed the notebook on the bedside table and reopened the file...

(End of this chapter)