Zhang Zhong was stopped by two policemen before he reached home.
"Driver's license, driving license."
Zhang Zhong gave both his driver's license and driving license to the police.
The young policeman on duty glanced at Zhang Zhong's driver's license, was suddenly startled, and then stooped and looked in.
After confirming that it was Zhang Zhong, the police were a little confused.
They received a call saying that someone was driving drunk and stealing things, so they came to stop him. Unexpectedly, they stopped a well-known figure in Jiangyang.
Many young police officers are fans of Zhang Zhong and especially like to read his mystery novels, so when they saw that the person they stopped was Zhang Zhong, the policeman felt very complicated.
In fact, when he first heard the warning, he felt that something was strange. The vehicle mentioned in the warning was a luxury car worth several million, but the person who called the police said that the owner had stolen an electric car. This was a bit strange no matter how he heard it.
Reasonable.
Can someone who drives millions of cars still steal an electric car?
Of course, there are people of all kinds in this world, and the police will definitely be dispatched when the police are called.
"Mr. Zhang, please get out of the car and take an alcohol test."
Zhang Zhong cooperated and got out of the car, and then took a breathalyzer test. Of course, the result was that he had not drank.
"Sorry, Mr. Zhang..."
Zhang Zhong waved his hand, "I know, your responsibilities are yours, can I leave now?"
"It's like this. The person who called the police mentioned that you stole his electric car. This matter..."
"The electric car is in the trunk, but it was not stolen. It was given to me by the driver. The driving recorder on my car recorded the whole process. Do you need to collect evidence?"
"Thank you for your cooperation."
The matter was resolved quickly.
As for the driving matter, Zhang Zhong doesn't want to deal with it now and will wait until tomorrow to resolve it.
After returning home, I thought that Shen Jian and others might also encounter this kind of situation, so I called to ask.
However, Shen Jian and the others were luckier. They didn't encounter anything like Zhang Zhong, and they all got home safely.
"I heard you ask this, did something happen to you?" Shen Jian asked curiously.
Zhang Zhong simply told Shen Jian what happened just now.
After hearing this, Shen Jian said indignantly, "These people are so rampant now that they are blatantly extorting money, and even dare to call the police when the blackmail fails. This kind of person must be shown some shame."
Zhang Zhong smiled and said, "I will let Chen Qing handle this later, but having said that, I am somewhat grateful to this black-hearted driver."
Shen Jian was a little confused, "What do you mean? You co-authored someone else's trick on you, and you still want to thank them?"
"Old Shen, listen to what I'm going on. When I was driving back, an idea suddenly popped into my mind," Zhang Zhong said.
"Inspiration?" Shen Jian became interested, "You wouldn't say it was the inspiration for the new book, would you?"
"That's pretty much what it means. Old Shen, have you ever heard about a driver who killed a female car owner some time ago?"
"I seem to have heard something about it. It seems to be quite sensational. Is there any connection between these two things?"
"Originally there was no connection, but I thought of these two things together."
"Tell me quickly."
In fact, this inspiration is just an idea now, but Shen Jian's enthusiasm also inspired Zhang Zhong's desire to tell stories. He smiled and began to say, "The murderer is at large and justice has not yet come. The victim's fiancé decided to find out the truth himself.
, and justice to his fiancée. But he only knew that the murderer was a black driver, and knew nothing else. For this reason, he gave up his job and life, and went to a hotel every night to look for a driver, hoping to find one one day.
That murderer."
"With so many chauffeurs, isn't this like looking for a needle in a haystack?"
"It's really like looking for a needle in a haystack. A few years later, when many people have forgotten the case, this man is still persisting, looking for the murderer day after day. Until one day, he found a man wearing a mask. Looking at this somewhat sneaky driver, the man had a feeling that something was going to happen this time, maybe he would find the murderer. However, the result left him disappointed. This driver was just a scoundrel who wanted to raise prices. "
"Why do I suddenly want to laugh? Why did you change from a suspense drama to a comedy?" Shen Jian said with a smile.
"Is it funny?" Zhang Zhong continued, "This rogue driver angered the man. The anger that had been accumulated for so many years burst out at that moment. He took out the dagger from under the seat and covered the driver. The man's mouth, the dagger was inserted into the driver's neck. It was right at the location of the artery, and the blood spurted out so high that it even wet the ceiling lamp. But the man still couldn't let go. The sound of the dagger being inserted into the neck and the blood splashing were like It was a beautiful symphony. In order to keep the symphony from stopping, he took out the dagger again, then found a position and inserted it again, once, twice...until he felt soreness in his wrist and blurred eyes."
Shen Jian shuddered, "Isn't it a mystery novel?"
"This is a crime novel. Okay, it's getting late. Go to bed early at night."
"Hey, don't worry, what's going on behind the scenes?"
"I haven't thought about it yet. You can read it yourself when the back letter comes out. Hang up." Zhang Zhong smiled and hung up the phone.
When Shen Jian heard the beeping blind tone coming from the phone, he felt as if he had eaten a bite of a fly that was laying eggs, not to mention how uncomfortable it was.
On the one hand, he admired Zhang Zhong's inspiration. On the other hand, he lamented whether this book was a little too perverted. Zhang Zhong's previous book... It seems that "The Snowman" is somewhat similar to this one, but it is not as detailed and detailed. What a perverted murder scene.
"Hey, no, Zhang Zhong wouldn't have had such thoughts about that black driver before, right?"
This is impossible. Shen Jian quickly cleared this idea from his mind. It was just an inspiration. How could he still take it seriously?
However, this Chongye is so bad that it only tells half of the story. What happened to the fiancé in the end? Was he brought to justice? Or did he escape the sanction of the law?
And what about the surrogate driver who killed his fiancée? Was he finally found?
If found, was it found by the police or by the fiancé?
There are too many doubts, and I don’t know when Zhang Zhong will be able to write this book.
…
Zhang Zhong hung up Shen Jian's phone and laughed. When he was driving back just now, these inspirations suddenly popped into his mind. It was very natural.
After thinking about it, it might be because he had copied too many suspense mystery novels before, and these novels are still clearly imprinted in his mind.
After copying so many books, he also found that he was a little different from before, and he always seemed to have some special ideas.
He suddenly thought of a philosophical question: What is man composed of and determined by?
One common answer is memory, and these copied books seem to have become part of his memory.