Zhou Yan was stupid.

When he saw the book for the first time, he subconsciously thought that this should be the life story of Mr. Sherlock Holmes written by people in this world.

But when he saw [Author - Conan Doyle], Zhou Yan was so shocked that he forgot to count.

A book

Sherlock Holmes Detective Collection?

How could this book appear in this world?!

"Give me the book!" Zhou Yan said subconsciously. However, Wu Xin didn't seem to want to pay attention to him, but waved his hand: "Don't yell at the critical moment, the Bohemian scandal looks like the world in the book and

There is no big difference in reality. Even the royal family is dirty like dirt in the sewer. Oh, by the way, you don’t know what [Royal Family] is. In this book, the world is divided into famous

【National】small area, and royal family”

"Give me the book!" Zhou Yan finally roared. He raised his gun and pointed it at Wu Xin's forehead with some trembling!

What is the world in books?

It's obviously the real world!

"You don't seem to be surprised to hear the word "country". Have you heard it before?" Wu Xin said slowly in front of the gun: "Just thinking, you seem to be about the [world in the book] these few

The word response is bigger.'

Zhou Yan took a sudden step forward, and his gun rudely pressed against Wu Xin's forehead.

"Okay, okay, I won't read it anymore, I'll give it to you." Wu Xin seemed helpless to raise one hand, and at the same time dragged the book with the other hand and handed it to Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan snatched the book without affecting the gun, and tried his best to open the title page of the book.

[Title: Complete Works of Sherlock Holmes's Detective]

【Author: Ying, Conan Doyle】

【Category: Detective Novel】

[Publisher Changjiang Literature and Art Publishing House. Publication time December 1, 2013]

【Pages: 1912】

【Price: 118 yuan】

【Opening book: 32】

【Binding: hardcover】

Zhou Yan read it very quickly, and these words were all visible in one second, but this normal book introduction made Zhou Yan feel creepy.

This feeling was exactly the same when he got the book "Detective Cultivation Manual" in his pocket, but after such a long time of forced acceptance, he seemed to have recognized this world and integrated it here, but at this moment,

Another book appeared in front of him.

Zhou Yan felt that he was a little unstable.

"Are you tired when you always hold a gun?" Wu Xin said suddenly.

"Shut up!"

"I don't have any weapons, there is a circle of dozens of people outside. As long as you are not stupid enough to let me snatch the gun, then I will not have any threats, so you might as well put down your gun and take a break. I can see that you are now

Very nervous." Wu Xin hesitated for a while and added: "It's not that I'm nervous, but this book."

Zhou Yan was indeed nervous, but he didn't know why he was nervous.

So are you nervous about the authenticity of this world?

He suddenly remembered the scene when he first met Wu Xin in Haimen Prison a few months ago.

At that time, Wu Xin was saying to him: "I think this world is in a book."

Zhou Yan pinched the book extremely hard. In fact, he should have thought of what Wu Xin meant, but he was unwilling to accept it.

"This book makes you confused, I can see it." Wu Xin said softly: "I don't know what you are confused about, whether you also feel the unreality of this world.

Actually, when I was reading this book "Shelmes's Detectives", I was also thinking, if it were people in the book, how hard they should work, or how brave they should be, to feel that they are in the book? Mr. Sherlock Holmes himself

Can you feel it? If it feels it, what will he do?"

Wu Xin asked a series of questions. Of course, she was not asking Zhou Yan, but more like she was talking to herself.

"Where did this book come from?" Zhou Yan would not go idle to answer Wu Xin's doubts, so he asked with a louder voice.

"My sister gave it to me."

"Big sister?" Zhou Yan's image of a street office director emerged in his mind.

"Yes, the strangest person I have ever met, she brought me these books." As he said that, Wu Xin also pointed to the table beside him.

Zhou Yan had been focusing on Wu Xin before, but he didn't see a table next to the bedside, and a stack of books was placed on the table.

But just a glance over, Zhou Yan's pupils trembled a few times.

"Agatha Christie's Works Collection"

"Detective Polo"

"Canary Murder"

"Edogawa Rampage"

The names of these books were one by one, and Zhou Yan's eyes were a little hurt.

"Look, of course, these books are not all given to me by my elder sister. Some of them exist in this world."

"What does it mean?" Zhou Yan was stunned.

"It's literally. You probably haven't forgotten why I was locked in Haimen Prison. About 7 years ago, I hypnotized some bank staff and several detectives. These people have one thing in common, that is, they

Everyone knows the password of an underground vault of the Federal Bank.

And this vault contains secrets that only presidents of detective associations have known in history.”

Zhou Yan's breathing became slightly rapid.

At this moment, the voices of Qin Hanwei and Lin Xi also came from Zhou Yan's headphones.

"Hey! How are you doing there? Why are you saying weird things all the time?!"

The in-ear headphones send sounds through bone sounds, so they cannot capture the sounds from the outside world. That is to say, if you can't hear Wu Xin's words on the other side of the headphones, you can only hear Zhou Yan's voice.

"I said to Brother Zhou, don't listen to what Wu Xin said. He might be hypnotizing you!" Cheng Xiaoxiao's voice also penetrated.

But Zhou Yan knew that Wu Xin was not hypnotizing herself. What she said to her at this moment was what she and herself could understand in this world.

Oh, no, maybe there is the [big sister] she said.

“What is in the federal vault?”

Wu Xin spread his hands: "You probably guessed it." She pointed to the books beside her: "That's all. When I entered the federal vault 7 years ago, I took out a few books. Of course,

Not only these books, but also many letters.”

"letter?"

"Yes, letters, some of these letters are very new, some are long, and the old ones have been preserved for centuries, but I didn't have enough time at that time, so I took out a few books and left

, but there is no time to read the contents of the letter.

But these books alone are very telling.

Remember when I told you the assumption that 'Are we in books too'? This is definitely not something I'm ill-minded and nonsense. In fact, when you see these books, you may also be uncontrollably.

Similar ideas.

Oh, you probably won't, because you've always been that special person."

"Why am I special?"

Zhou Yan was still holding the gun. This posture of holding the gun would be very tiring, but Zhou Yan could not guess at all, and he could not even hear the shouts in the headphones.

"Haha, are you deceiving yourself or just pretending to be stupid?" Wu Xin smiled helplessly: "Do you know why I invited you to interview me in prison a few months ago? Is it because of you

Talent?

Haha, definitely not.

I want to see you, because of it.”

As he said that, Wu Xin reached out and picked up a book from the table.

"Agatha Christie's Works Collection"

Then she flipped through it casually, turned the pages of the book, facing Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan looked at the first line of words on the page and felt that his breathing was a little suffocated.

That's the name of a detective novel.

From Detective Queen Agatha—
Chapter completed!