I heard that I'm a tomb robber

Chapter 113 The Beginning (Part [-])

"I'm really afraid that Brother Qian would agree to come down, although it's a very good opportunity." After sending him away politely, Maomao turned back, somewhat unable to understand Mei Qian's operation, she changed her tone, and said again: "But you You can't be sloppy with your body, if something happens during the live broadcast, it's really not good!"

Mei Qian smiled, then lowered her eyes and remained silent.

Then, the three of them had a lively meal, which was regarded as a celebration of being discharged from the hospital.

After dismissing the two assistants, Mei Qian got out of the wheelchair, laid herself flat on the bed slowly, and then took out the Da Huan Pill.

Probably due to the serious injury that dragged on for a long time, the body suffered a lot.

After taking Da Huan Dan, he didn't wake up until noon the next day.

During the period, Ning Chi came to check on him and saw that he was sleeping soundly. He thought he stayed up late last night, so he could only prepare breakfast and medicine, so he stayed honestly on the sofa in the living room and played games.

It can be said that this is the most comfortable sleep Mei Qian has had in recent months.

When I opened my eyes, I habitually covered my chest, and no longer felt any discomfort.

Chest tightness and pain, coughing and shortness of breath, all went away from him.

The long-lost feeling of health put him in a good mood, and he even ate an extra bowl for lunch than usual.

However, when he went to the study in a wheelchair, opened his notebook, and faced with the empty documents, his wonderful mood was suddenly greatly reduced.

He was busy leaving the hospital and taking medicine yesterday, which caused the novel to be interrupted for a day, and he also made a special promise that not only would it be updated normally today, but he would also make up for yesterday's amount.

However, for some reason, he felt wrong no matter what he wrote.

Cutting, deleting, cutting and cutting until dark, even if you do everything possible to inject water, you can't even finish the day's amount, and you still can't enter the state.

At this time, he began to regret his promise, and felt that he should not write from the perspective of a murderer. Would it be easier to follow the steps of a normal criminal investigation novel?
During dinner, Ning Chi saw his boss's gloomy face again, so he wisely didn't ask any more questions.

After all, after the boss was injured, he had too many convulsions, and he was used to it.It's not normal to be in a state of laughing before doing everything like at noon.

After dinner, Ning Chi cleaned up the mess and left work with the trash.

Mei Qian was the only one left in the huge room, and he gave up struggling completely. He sent another leave notice on his mobile phone, poured himself a glass of red wine, turned his wheelchair to the balcony, and drank while staring at the city beneath his feet. Ye Jing was stunned, and occasionally coughed a few times while clutching his chest.

Anyway, I am definitely not in the mood to write today, so I might as well take a day off.

As for yesterday's promise, huh?exist?
Anyway, with a shake of his hand just now, he accidentally deleted yesterday's leave request.

As an old fritter, it's normal to be scolded for procrastinating and stopping updates.
-
In a high-rise residence far away from the Four Seasons Garden, in a room that was tightly blocked by curtains, someone took his eyes away from the binoculars, shook his head and said, "This Mei Qian dared to drink just after he was discharged from the hospital, is he going to die?"

"Let me see!" Another person leaned over and frowned after looking at it for a while: "Why are you drinking on the balcony? Did you notice us?"

"Captain Qin is just joking. From such a long distance, he can't see us even if he has the tricks to fight the eagles!"

The person known as Team Qin raised his head, his face extremely solemn: "You are still staring here, I will arrange a farther place tomorrow."

"Captain Qin, I know you have dealt with the suspect a lot, so there's no need to be so cautious, right?"

Qin Dui shook his head: "Mei Qian is a martial arts practitioner, and his intuition is quite keen. You can't take it lightly just because he is injured. At this time, he should be the most careful. Any disturbance may make him alert."

"...Alright, I'll pack up the equipment tonight and move there tomorrow."
-
Swaying the wine glass lightly, Mei Qian glanced at the distance indiscriminately, then put her eyes on the empty space again, and was in a daze alone.

Ever since he learned that the stories in "Diary of a Killer" had prototypes in the real world, and they were old cases, he knew that he succeeded once again in his attempt.

But he still doesn't understand whether the system has somehow influenced his thinking and made him conceive the story unconsciously.Or after making up the story by himself, the system affected reality and even modified everyone's memory.

This question is very important.

In fact, he must be waiting for Zhang Yu to come again, especially after the third story ends, and he is also very curious about where the murder happened this time.

But the fourth story was coming to an end, and Zhang Yu didn't even call.

Could it be that he didn't ask anything last time, so he simply stopped asking?

He has been paying attention to the official website of the police recently. Unfortunately, not only is there no notice of a case similar to the third story, but no information has been released on the first two cases that have been solved.

I don't know how the police arranged it.

Are you going to continue to conceal the news of many vicious cases being solved, or are you waiting for an opportunity to expose them all at once...
-
Mei Qian is a person with a broad mind and not a fat body. Generally, bad moods don't last for a long time, at most they can be repeated.

No matter how bad the situation is, he will find a reason for himself and try to adapt.

Moreover, living at home is much more comfortable than the original detention center and hospital.

So, the next day, his novel resumed updating.

Unexpectedly, readers thought he was still in the hospital, and few scolded him.

Of course, in their eyes, "Diary of a Killer" is just a series of exciting stories.

Only a very small number of people understand the meaning and realistic value of the words in the novel.

In fact, for criminal police like Zhang Yu, the evaluation of this book is quite complicated.

I not only hope to find clues to solve the murder case, but also hope that Mei Qian can write less uncomfortable content.

It is said that someone once proposed to contact the website and the regulatory authorities to completely block this novel.

But everyone understands that in the modern age with a huge population base, various cases happen every day.

Law-abiding people account for the majority, but there are definitely a lot of perverts. Even if there are surveillance everywhere, who can see the darkness in the heart of the heart?

"This kid finally knows the update, good guy, it was cut off for two days at once."

Zhang Yu clicked on the push page as soon as the phone rang.And there are many people who have the same action as him, regardless of the fact that they are still in a meeting at this time.

I didn't see that even the captain Qin Sen was looking down at his phone!
The group of people sitting around the whiteboard are the ones who know the book "Diary of a Killer" best.

I'm afraid that even Mei Qian, the author, doesn't know as much inside information as they do.

"Cough!" After a few minutes, Qin Sen looked away from the phone, knocked on the table, and coughed lightly.

But this case discussion on a robbery case could not continue, because at the next moment, a policeman hurriedly knocked open the door of the office without shouting: "Captain, something happened, we must call the police. "

Immediately afterwards, Qin Sen's phone rang.

Hearing this, Zhang Yu straightened up hastily, but for some reason, when he saw the face of his colleague who was about to drip, he subconsciously glanced at the mobile phone that had not been turned off, and had a very bad feeling...

(End of this chapter)