The Advent of the Infinite King

Xie Chen smiled and continued to ask: "But why did he do this?"

Mori Kogoro said: "I think maybe he doesn't want to sign anymore..." As soon as he said the words, as if thinking of something terrible, his pupils shrank a little, and he said involuntarily, "Maybe he can't sign... "

"Mr. Maury?" he said, startling the editor.

Xie Chen nodded, glanced at Xinming Xiangbaoli, and said softly: "If you say you can't sign, it means that Xinming's teacher may be dead now, right?"

Although the voice was soft, everyone present could hear it clearly.

Xinming Xiangbaoli's complexion suddenly turned pale, and he felt that the soles of his feet were soft as if he was stepping on a pile of cotton, as if a hundred thousand gongs and drums were beating in his ears at the same time, rumbling.

Mao Lilan hurried forward to support her, and comforted her in a low voice.

Xie Chen walked to the fax machine with a blank expression. Perhaps it was this novel that could save Teacher Xinming's life. The information the author wanted to convey should be in it.

Realizing the seriousness of the matter, the editor called the police.

Twenty minutes later, police officer Megure brought people to the publishing house. The arrival of the police did not make things easier, but made Xinna Xiangbo even more desperate.

"You said the police can't conduct public investigations?" Mouri Kogoro was obviously a little angry about the police's remarks.

Xinming Xiangbaoli stood aside, her figure was lonely, and her gentle eyes showed deep sorrow. Mao Lilan stood beside her, comforting her softly.

"Yes." Officer Mu Mu said in a deep voice, "Judging from the current situation, I'm afraid there is no way."

"I said Officer Megure, have you made a mistake? Now the father of Miss Xiangboli is also the well-known reasoning writer Mr. Shinna Rentaro, and his whereabouts have been missing for two months."

Mori Kogoro blushed anxiously, "Besides, his wife disappeared with him at the time, and now we can only focus on investigating what cases they were involved in."

"However." Police Officer Megure said helplessly: "It should be true that the novel written by the new Mr. Ren Taro will be delivered to this publishing house on time every week."

He walked to the table and looked at the manuscript on the table, "Although it's just a novel, the font and style of writing of this novel have been confirmed by his daughter and the staff of the editorial department."

"That's right." Mori Kogoro said: "The problem I'm talking about now lies in this faxed manuscript. Don't you think these signatures are not right?"

"Signature?" Officer Meguro asked back: "Haven't you already confirmed that this is Mr. Xinming's handwriting?"

Mori Kogoro said: "But the autograph written next to the title by the new teacher is more or less different from the first to the sixth episode."

"But the signatures from the sixth to the eighth episodes are exactly the same. We can clearly know that after photocopying the previous signatures here, they are copied and printed next to the title, so as to deceive people."

"In other words, something must have happened to the new teacher now."

The more Mori Kogoro went on, the more Police Officer Megure felt that he was talking nonsense. After Mori Kogoro finished speaking in one breath, he yawned.

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"Then let me ask you, is there anyone who would do something unfavorable to Mr. Xinming?"

Police officer Mu Mu said impatiently: "If his family members received a blackmail call, what you said can still be established, but before that, nothing happened."

"Also, people may think that it is too cumbersome to sign every episode, so they simply use photocopying to save some time."

The Kogoro Mori he said was speechless, and it was true.

If the eccentric mystery novelist was really hiding out somewhere with his wife, there was certainly nothing suspicious about him devoting himself to his writing career.

However, Xie Chen always felt that something was wrong. Just talking about that inscription was not like his character. Judging from Xinming Ren Tailang's gentle personality in the past, that declaration was too provocative.

In addition, the author will appear at the beginning of the series, and the author's Arabic numerals, Chinese numerals, and English lines are mixed in from time to time.

"police officer."

Takagi came in, "Mr. Mori thinks that I have photocopied and sorted out all the suspicious lines in this work."

Although the police said that the investigation could not be made public, they did what they could for Kogoro Mori's sake.

Officer Megure nodded, took the photocopied manuscript from Takagi Shepherd, and briefly read it.

"So far, Mr. Xinming has played four times."

Police officer Mu Mu watched and said: "The first time the author appeared was the detective who played the leading role, Mr. Zuo Wenwen made a phone call, and this Mr. Xinming who lives in France answered."

"The second time is also in France, the third time is also in France, and the fourth time is also the same."

Police officer Megure put down the manuscript, turned to Xinming Xiangbaoli and asked, "Mr. Xinming, does he like France very much?"

"Yes, my father and my mother often travel to France."

Shinna Kabori nodded. Although her beautiful face was still haggard, her eyes had calmed down. No matter what, it was a good thing to start the investigation.

Mori Kogoro is worthy of being a detective, and he is still able to help him enthusiastically in this situation, and until now, he has not mentioned the matter of remuneration.

The editor came over at this time, and asked cautiously: "Excuse me, can we start editing the story of the one-half apex story that the teacher passed on just now?"

"Half of the vertices?"

"The apex of one-half is the title of the work you are looking at, officer."

Xie Chen's pupils began to shrink, he picked up the manuscript paper on the table, and quickly flipped through it.

Noticing Xie Chen's sudden move, Mao Lilan leaned over and asked, "Did you think of something else?"

Xie Chen smiled lightly and said, "Actually, it's not a big deal."

Just as he was about to go on, the publisher's phone rang.

"Hello, Literary Times Publishing House." The editor picked up the phone.