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Chapter 19 again

Both stories hit the mark and are almost indistinguishable from reality.

Although Mei Qian was mentally prepared, he did not expect that the reality of criminal investigation novels would be even more similar to that of tomb robbing novels.

If we say that more than half of the tomb robbery novels are basically inconsistent with the real world.

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

By analogy, if what you write is a social documentary, are you afraid that it will not be 100% consistent?

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

If the system is obsessed with tomb robbing and it’s not scary, just don’t write it.

Even if there is only a slight similarity in military matters, it will have a huge impact. Regardless of the consequences, good or bad, he does not need such "blessing" at the moment.

However, one thing must be asked clearly: "The victim of 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 were shown to everyone. There was 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 person's inner emotions must be complicated, he did not interrupt, but observed with interest.

Fortunately, Mei Qian also knew that there were other people in the room, so he quickly came to his senses and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that this could also crash a car."

Zhang Yu seemed to have known that he would say something like this. He sighed, stood up and called Li Chen back again.

When Mei Qian saw him, he knew that the next step was 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.

"You don't know Xu Yuan either? He runs a flower shop in front of your community." Zhang Yu raised his eyes and emphasized: "Please answer seriously, we will investigate."

"I don't like growing flowers at all, how can we have any intersection? Wait..." At this point, Mei Qian pondered, and then said uncertainly after a while: "At the beginning of this year, before I went to the funeral home, I went to the flower shop in front of the community.

Have you bought a few bunches? They seem to be called 'Meimei Home'?"

"By the way, it's the suspect's property."

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

"You didn't feel that he was a dangerous person at that time?" Zhang Yu stared 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 shop?"

"There is a 50% chance that his home is close." Mei Qian rolled his eyelids angrily: "You think I'm idle, why should I solve the missing case?" At this point, he emphasized: "I'm the only one.

What does a novel writer know about solving crimes?"

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

Oh, who said that in the first place? I am a book writer, what do I know about tomb robbing?

However, he seemed to be writing down the above questions with a pen, but in fact he didn't write them down in the notebook at all, because it was regarded as eliciting a confession.

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

Mei Qian: "If you watch too many criminal investigation TV series, you can write a novel if you have some writing skills."

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

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

But he couldn't make any plans yet, he could only continue to listen to the other party's vernacular, no, statements.

"As for bloody horror, that's okay. Business writing is all about making money. Of course, it's up to you to attract attention." Mei Qian said in a calm tone: "As for the source of inspiration, it came from a dream."

Zhang Yu paused with the pen in his hand, first glanced at Mei Qian who looked unconcerned, and then turned to his side, the apprentice whose head was lowered with no discernible expression, and confirmed with some tiredness: "Dream?"

"You also know the time when this book was conceived. The air pressure in a place like a detention center is very low, and you are exposed to negative information every day. It is inevitable that you will have random thoughts and dream about some weird things at night. Is it reasonable?" Mei Qian said on the hospital bed.

He sat up and explained seriously: "Didn't I always follow TV dramas before? After watching them too much, the plots in my mind naturally gradually became fuller."

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

"Can you think of a reliable reason for me?" Mei Qian leaned back on the bed again, 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: "Officer, what else do you want to ask?"

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

"Go slowly, I won't send you off." Mei Qian raised her voice.

Zhang Yu opened his mouth, but didn't say anything in the end. He glanced at the infusion bottle hanging on the bedside, grabbed the printing paper in Mei Qian's hand, and turned around to go out with Li Chen.

Not long after, Ning Chi came in with a nurse and pulled out the needle from Mei Qian's hand.

After the nurse left, Ning Chi smiled and asked, "Brother, what made Officer Zhang angry again?"

Unexpectedly, Mei Qian just hummed and didn't answer.

Ning Chi touched his nose, fell down on the escort bed knowingly, put on his headphones and started playing the game.

Mei Qian waited until the back of his hand stopped bleeding, then picked up the phone on his abdomen and continued to browse the author's backend.

Perhaps the news of his injury has spread all over the world. At the beginning of the series of "Killer Diary", there were few negatives. Even those who were the most active in urging updates in the past changed their tone and began to advise the author not to commit suicide and to cultivate himself well. More

It's sympathy and ridicule for Mei Qian's "dedication".

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

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

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

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

Well, definitely.

However, in order to rest, the update can be slowed down a little. Anyway, we have already received realistic feedback, so there is no such urgency.

And I can better understand the psychology of the characters, and maybe the quality will be better.

Thinking of this, he immediately took the notebook from the bedside table and reopened the document...


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