In fact, as soon as Zhang Yu opened his mouth, he realized that something was a little bit wrong.
At the beginning, he chose to use the branches plucked from Zhang Yu's head as weapons to kill people, purely to vent his anger.
After all, when it comes to revenge methods, there is no better way to satisfy hatred than an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.
It’s not that he didn’t notice the blood stains on the branches. He also secretly wiped it with a tissue. At that time, he thought that since he had to insert it into the other person’s head, even if there was some residue, it would definitely be covered. Even if he was discovered by the police, they would be investigated. Nothing to check.
What's more, after throwing the unlucky guy into the swarm of insects, he waited for him to be eaten before turning around and leaving. He felt that the ending was quite clean. At least he felt proud for a while afterwards.
Later, although the whole thing went awry because of Zhao Jun's relationship, he felt more at ease when he saw the special police team entering the scene with his own eyes and experienced the continuous explosions.
This time, all traces were really eliminated, and it became a dead case with no evidence.
Well, the proof is that he was only sentenced to two months of probation.
It's a pity that after all this effort, the blood on the branches was not contaminated and could be detected. I didn't expect that the police work would be so meticulous...
Co-author Zhang Yu has been out of touch for so many days. Instead of going on a mission to handle a case, he is being censored?
But what can Mei Qian do?
He could only pretend to be stupid and said: "Is there your blood on the branches? Did you go to that cave last year? When did you get injured?"
Zhang Yu said slowly: "I'm also surprised. I never went to Dongshan last summer. Where did the blood come from? Someone deliberately brought the blood there, or dragged someone into the trap to frame me?" However, while speaking, , his eyes stared at the opposite side.
Mei Qian frowned dissatisfied: "Don't look at me like that, do you think I did it?" After a pause, he snorted coldly: "I remember last year you were only injured at the beginning of the year, and I couldn't touch your wounds. There was a car accident in the summer. Although I was present, you had no external injuries, so how did I get your blood? Could it be that the identification results were wrong? "
His tone was very strong, but in fact his brain was already working rapidly, thinking about how to fool the other party's questioning.
To be honest, Mei Qian has seen through it now. No matter what new clues the police have obtained, or whether they are enough to get him involved again, it won't be surprising, and he has already been mentally prepared.
But his friend's questioning inevitably made him feel guilty. He thought he acted carefully, but because of his own luck, he also got the other party into trouble. Who should take the blame?
Unfortunately, I couldn't tell the other party about this at all.
What should I say? Could it be that, yes, I used the tree branch that almost killed you to avenge you, so please don’t thank me?
Let’s not talk about whether Zhang Yu believed it or not, but how did the other party react afterwards?
Report it directly, he or she will definitely be in trouble, don't escape from prison, just shoot him.
If he hides it, then he will really drag people into the water.
While Mei Qian was racking his brains to think of a solution, he didn't expect that Zhang Yu listened to his sophistry and just touched his bruised forehead and sighed in a low voice: "Maybe, maybe it's really wrong." Look. It seemed like he really believed it.
After Mei Qian was stunned for a moment, he was busy with the tea. After pushing the cup over, he pointed at the other person's face and asked curiously: "Where did you get the injury?" Then he suddenly realized: "Oh, why did you take so long? I can't be contacted. Could it be that I've been censored?" At this point, he clicked his tongue again: "I would say that your own people are very ruthless and have used torture to extract confessions."
"Where did the torture come from?" Zhang Yu twitched the corner of his mouth and said displeasedly: "In terms of time, this matter actually has nothing to do with me, so the review was completed after only two days, so as not to ruin our reputation.
"
"In my impression, what good reputation do you have?" Mei Qian sneered, then widened her eyes, gasped, and sighed: "Sister-in-law is indeed a hero among women..."
"Don't talk nonsense!" Zhang Yu covered half of his face and hurriedly denied: "I did it when I was arresting the suspect. It has nothing to do with her." But after receiving the joking look from the other side, he said helplessly: "I am being censored.
, somehow, the news spread that there is something wrong with my lifestyle..."
Mei Qian: "..."
Fortunately, he reacted quickly and didn't let the tea in his mouth spurt out.
But I was still a little choked, so I coughed several times, and then asked carefully: "Are you okay now?"
"What's the matter? I don't want to argue with her." Zhang Yu replied forcefully.
Probably because he didn't want to get entangled in this topic, he started to turn his head and look around, and finally cast his eyes on the computer screen in the distance. After being stunned for a moment, he said in surprise: "Criminal profiling? Murder? Good guy, how dare you now?
Write these?”
"Why don't you dare?" Mei Qian replied casually, looking out the window casually.
He swore that when the outside surveillance disappeared, when would he end writing on this subject? Really, he said so.
But then, his eyes sharpened, and he suddenly turned back to look at the monitor behind him.
You know, this study room is very big, and the sofa they are sitting on is more than five meters away from the computer. From this distance, they can still read the small words on the document. Mei Qian can do it, but he didn't expect that Zhang Yu
His eyesight is actually so good?
He couldn't help but start to look at the other party again, and after a long time he frowned and said, "You can see it from such a distance?"
"No!" Zhang Yu shook his head unexpectedly: "Your Maomao has been looking for investment for a criminal investigation script in the past two days. Isn't this easy to guess?"
"That's right..." Mei Qian suddenly smiled: "I think your actions, the police, are now fully aware of my actions." However, while speaking, his eyes still fell on the computer table in the distance from time to time...
"I'm on vacation recently. Let's have a drink together in a few days..."
Zhang Yu seemed to come over just to see Mei Qian's condition and ask a question. He didn't even mention the video that had caused a stir recently. He just said this and put on the phone that he snatched from Mei Qian's hand.
He put on a mask and left the villa in a hurry.
When the other party's back was no longer visible from the floor-to-ceiling windows, Mei Qian returned to the study, ignoring Ning Chi who looked curious.
Without even closing the door, he sat directly in front of the computer and slid the mouse wheel, causing the text on the document to turn into afterimages.
After a long time, he let out a long sigh and murmured to himself: "Is it because of the two big returning pills? There won't be any side effects, right?"
Obviously, there's a big difference between guessing and saying exactly what's on the document...
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The next few days were uneventful. Mei Qian even postponed two symposiums and concentrated on rushing the manuscript. Finally, he finished writing the first season of "The Dark One" on the computer.
As for "Myth", I'm still stumbling. I don't know why. I'm obviously inspired to write other things, but as soon as I open the file of "Myth", I feel awkward about how to write.
After lunch, Ning Chi brought a large box from the guard and took out various blades from it while complaining.
"Brother, your blades can be used for the rest of your life. You can find a place to sell them!"
After a long time, Mei Qian looked helpless: "How about we open a shop?"
"good idea……"
After waffling for a long time, Mei Qian finally finished his after-dinner tea and lazily re-entered the study.
Sitting in front of the computer, I don’t know what to write next.
Thinking of the blade downstairs, he suddenly had some ideas.
Now that the system has been upgraded, will you try Xianxia again?
However, let’s forget it today and let’s play games.
So, this day was spent in games.
When night came, Mei Qian was lying in bed and starting to work on his next novel in a quiet environment. A WeChat message from Maomao once again disrupted his relatively peaceful life.
When the cell phone rang, Mei Qian originally didn't intend to ignore it, but when he saw that the spokesperson was Maomao, he immediately sat up.
At this time, Maomao had already gone to bed for her beauty treatment. If nothing serious had happened, she would never have sent him a message at this time.
Unlock the phone, there is only a link above.
After casually clicking on the news above, Mei Qian no longer felt sleepy.
"It's not over, is it?"
He cursed bitterly, then threw the phone to the ground as if to vent his anger.
That is to say, the quality of the mobile phone is very good. It bounced quite far on the floor without even breaking the screen.
What appeared on the screen was a photo of a snow-capped mountain and a large paragraph of text below.
The black title stands out in the bedroom at night.
"Man-made traces were found after the avalanche in Baishan Mountain. Experts speculate that they are ancient tombs, which may be strong evidence that Mei Qian is a tomb robber."