"Mei Qian was under surveillance before. Not long after our people withdrew, he went on a spring outing. By chance, he went to dig a hole in the wild alone. Is this normal? It's just a photo. We don't know if Mei Qian has seen it with his own eyes.
Seeing the tripod, what if he is just inspecting the goods? I suspect that this person has not only participated in tomb robbing, but also engaged in illegal activities of reselling."
"As for the fact that we can't find any clues for so long, that's the scariest part. Think about it, who can really keep a secret? Isn't it possible that none of his associates and people he has contacted in the past want to betray him?
Where are these people?"
Sitting in the passenger seat, Zhang Yu tilted his head and looked at the buildings and streets on both sides, and the words captain Qin Sen said to him popped up in his mind from time to time.
And the more he thought about it, the heavier his heart became.
In fact, it's not like he hasn't had similar speculations. It's just that he has spent a long time with the suspect Mei Qian, and feels that although this person is petty and has an awkward personality, he is generally a good person who can be associated with. In fact, he is not as good as the ruthless old fox.
Half similar.
But the captain's speculation was also very reasonable. For a moment, 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 the details of the case?"
Because the description in the article is too detailed, even though the murderer has not been caught yet, Li Chen thinks it is very reasonable.
So, I kept this confusion in my heart, and I had long planned to find someone to ask. But as soon as Zhang Yu got in the car, he was silent and had a gloomy face, so he had to be treated with caution. Now that he saw his master getting off the car, he became more perverted.
A lot, so I asked in a low voice.
Zhang Yu slowed down, thought for a while and said with a smile: "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 him. There is a high probability that he will not interact with the murderer in your profile. The only place where he may come into contact is the detention center. But in a place like the detention center, people like this
The news has been reported a long time ago. Is it because Mei Qian is a writer that the murderer came to him to confide in private? But I can't figure it out. If this is the case, why would Mei Qian hide it for the other party? Is it for the benefit of the new book?
"
"Well, I don't rule out the possibility that the murderer was imprisoned for other crimes. It's also a good direction. However, based on my understanding of him, it's very..." Zhang Yu nodded, but stopped what he said next.
After sighing, he added: "If you want to know what's going on, just ask."
"Mei Qian is so tough-talking, will he say it straight? Don't fool him with the explanation of coincidence again." Li Chen muttered.
Hearing this, Zhang Yu stopped for a moment, then turned around and walked towards the outside of the hospital.
"Master, aren't we going in?" Li Chen was confused.
"It's easy to judge whether it's a coincidence. Just wait until he releases the following content." Zhang Yu smiled mysteriously at his apprentice.
And just as they left the hospital, Maomao also got out of the car.
He looked at the backs of the two of them, blinked strangely, and then continued to make phone calls, carrying an insulated lunch box, and slowly walked towards the inpatient department.
She came earlier, and it was not lunch time yet. When she reached the floor where Mei Qian's ward was, she hung up the phone, silenced her phone, and then entered the ward.
However, he happened to come across the nurse pushing the cart and hurriedly stepped aside to avoid it.
Inside, Mei Qian was lying on the hospital bed with a pale face. Obviously, the dressing change experience just now was not a good one.
Maomao and Ning Chi looked at each other and smiled. If the occasion hadn't been inappropriate, they would have 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 today, tough guys and ruthless men who can kill assassins even if they are seriously injured, can also be defeated by nurses.
Just now when we were far away, we could hear screams of pain, followed by a series of "gentle, gentle" begging for mercy and complaints.
If anyone saw this, their jaws would probably drop.
The two assistants looked at them teasingly, and Mei Qian felt it.
There was no way, he was just afraid of pain. Even though the wounds on his abdomen and chest were about to heal, the pain of the gauze coming off was enough to make him unbearable.
Just, I really want to take another Big Return Pill.
But when I think about it, I don’t want to give up. If I have been pretending for such a long time, wouldn’t I have suffered in vain and aroused suspicion?
Of course he can make himself more comfortable. By then, the bullets in Ning Chi's body, Zhang Yu's quick recovery, and Maomao and his father's lack of injuries will all be explained somewhere...
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 did not forget to work even when he was seriously injured." As he said that, he glanced at Ning, who was shrinking his head.
Take a quick look.
Mei Qian didn't know that the other party was blaming him for not recuperating and blaming Ning Chi for not supervising him well.
He hurriedly explained: "I really can't hold it in anymore. Anyway, I'm just lying in bed with random thoughts, so I might as well write it down. Don't worry, I coded very quickly last night and didn't waste my rest."
Seeing this, Maomao didn't know what to say. She just said don't be too tired and opened the lunch box.
Suddenly, a strong fragrance filled the room.
As soon as she smelled the smell, Mei Qian immediately raised her eyebrows. The pain just now seemed to disappear all at once. Today, she finally no longer had to drink porridge or mix it with mullet soup.
And when Maomao left with an empty lunch box, Mei Qian finally remembered her update last night, and didn't know what the score was or how many people were watching it.
In the morning, the examination was completed and the medicine was changed. I simply turned on my mobile phone and checked the author's backend.
I just didn't expect that after updating three chapters, two of them were blocked.
I hurriedly contacted the editor, and then I saw a series of messages from the other party.
First, I asked him how he was feeling. He must pay attention to rest and don't rush to publish the book.
Then the topic changed, saying that his two chapters were too bloody and violent and did not meet the requirements of the website. Many netizens had complained. Since they could not contact him, they could only temporarily block them. They would need to be modified before they could be released.
"Really, I might as well publish." Mei Qian was also helpless. As an old author, he naturally understood that the review standards for online writing and physical publishing are completely different.
But last night, he wrote like a gush, he was really engrossed in writing, and he was urged to take a rest, so he completely forgot about it.
In fact, given his rank and popularity, websites generally do not block content directly, and editors always say hello in advance. This is not because he is undergoing inspection, and he is not looking at his mobile phone at all!
So, after Ning Chi handed over the notebook with complaint, he changed what should be changed, deleted what should be deleted, and replaced what should be replaced in the old document before notifying the editor. The two discussed the new book through communication software.
How to promote it, then let it go.
At this time, as long as he didn't move, the wound wouldn't hurt anymore. He felt that he was in good condition and originally planned to take the opportunity to code, but he suddenly remembered something and opened the browser instead.
When searching, using keywords such as "dismemberment", "heavy rain" and "fishing net", we did not find cases similar to the one in the previous one.
Not knowing whether he should be disappointed or relieved, he drank half a glass of lemonade, twisted his neck, opened the document again, and started writing the second story of "The Killer's Diary".