The Underworld Detective

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The editor told us the story of a thousand years ago.

More than a decade ago, he had just stepped into the ranks of traditional writers and had written in some third-rate magazines, and of course, his biggest vision was the old brand magazine, The Big Detective.

Thousands of words and swords have been thrown back several times, anger rushed to question the editor, what is wrong with him, what is wrong with him, why does the website treat a serious author like this? The editor at the time was called The Night Sky, the woman chosen as the fourth victim.

The night sky replied only one thing: "Shit can't be changed or put on the table! ”

After 10 years of rigorous reading and practicing, the inspired Thousand Words Victory Knife finally became the premier reasoning master in the country, but never wrote a draft for The Great Detective.

When he became famous, the night sky went to him with shame, but he ignored it.

The Night Sky, due to its oldest qualifications, is now the executive editor-in-chief of The Big Detective. Every time a colleague eats with her, she always talks about the past, saying that she had lost an arm with a master, warning everyone to cherish every author in their hands and never lose valuable resources.

After listening, Huang Xiaotao said: "I see! ”

I said, "As an editor, whoever it is, it's unethical to say that, isn't it? ”

The editor in the video smiled: “She may have been in a bad mood on the night sky, lesbian, inevitably some breadth...”

Huang Xiaotao interrupted him: “Come on, don't insult lesbians. By the way, do you have her contact details? ”

“I'll call her. ”

The editor made a few phone calls, turns out it was New Year's holiday, they didn't work, I said how many people on the street.

After a lap, the editor shouted in panic: "She's gone to Nanjiang City! ”

“What?” I was shocked.

“A colleague said that she had won an award two days before the night sky and gave a ticket for a three-day trip to Nanjiang. She went to Nanjiang City on New Year's Day to play... I was also concerned about the recent events on Weibo. Everyone said that Thousand Yans Shengcai was crazy. Is it true? ”

I said, "Give us her contact details immediately. ”

The editor gave us the number and email address of the night sky, and I dialed it immediately, but it showed no answer, and I had a bad feeling when I checked in.

Huang Xiaotao dialed the plainclothes watching the Thousand Yan Sheng knife: "Wang, is the target still there? ”

“He hasn't been out.” Answer in plain clothes.

“Where's his wife?” Huang Xiaotao continued to ask.

“Out shopping, not back yet.” plain clothes.

Huang Xiaotao hung up and exchanged sights with me. I said, "Find it! ”

At this time, a female police officer from the receiving office came in and said: "I just received a call from a police station. There was a homicide in Taoyuan District, and the station has sent someone over... The murderer seems to be from the case being handled by the Huang team. ”

Huang Xiaotao immediately grabbed the coat on the wall: "Go! ”

The streets are particularly crowded and the cars have been jammed up, making us very upset. On the way, we received a call from the Taoyuan Branch stating that the murderer had been shot and injured and had now been transferred to a recent hospital. The victim had lost his breath and was identified as an editor-in-chief of a magazine, traveling in Nanjiang City.

Our worst guess was corroborated, and I asked, "How did you find this case? ”

The police on the phone said: "The woman rushed directly into the hotel with a knife to kill, too arrogant, the hotel staff called the police, we arrived immediately. My men told her to lay down her weapon, but she rushed over to the police, feeling like she was losing her mind, so my men shot her, but rest assured, it was all on the limbs, no harm was done, she was rescuing now. ”

I don't know if Mrs. Murong is a volunteer backer. Is it true that she loves her husband more than she loves herself?

Now we have three places to go, go to the scene, go to the autopsy, or to the hospital, and we chose the last one because of the terrible traffic today.

An hour later, we came to the emergency room of a hospital, and Lady Murong, who had just been rescued, was pushed out. She wore a respiratory mask on her face and looked at us with impatience. She said, "I did it all by myself, let go of my husband! Please.”

I said a few words, and the doctor next to me pushed me away and said, "The patient needs rest. You can come back in a couple of days." ”

Leaving the hospital, I looked into the dark sky: “Is it necessary to fight for this? Doesn't he really understand that he can't escape, but he has to drag his family to hell! ”

Huang Xiaotao said: "When people are obsessed, it's scary. Where are we going? ”

“Coroner! ”

We couldn't handle the case by feeling it. We came to the station and experienced the body of the deceased again. Indeed, the crime method and the first three cases were completely different. From the force of the wound, it was also done by the woman.

I had the department send the body to the city hall, and then Huang Xiaotao and I went to the Thousand Yan Sheng knife's house.

The two staring plainclothes sat in the car and saw us coming, walking out, Huang Xiaotao asked: “Is there anything unusual? ”

“Nothing unusual is that the house is lit all day long and I can occasionally hear things smashing... I feel this guy is a little crazy already.” The plainclothes answered.

Huang Xiaotao nodded: “Let's visit him again. ”

“Huang team, Counsellor Song, be careful!” The plainclothes warn.

We rang the doorbell, waited half a day for no answer, and I unlocked it myself. The garage that was burned last time was painted black, but the wreckage of the two cars was still inside. The living room was open and the room was chaotic. The setting on the shelf was shattered and the books were scattered, and the leather sofa was cut open with a knife and one after another.

As he walked in, Huang Xiaotao was ready to pull out his gun. I shook my head, pointing to my own eyes. He dared to attack us. My Pluto's eyes were enough for him to drink a pot!

When we walked into the study and heard the banging sound, we saw the Thousand Yan Sheng knife sitting in front of the computer, wearing a bathrobe, with messy hair like a chicken's nest, rather than typing, rather than smashing the keyboard.

He shouted at the screen as he posted: "No, I won't lose. I'm familiar with the world's reasoning. How could I lose to a furry boy? ”

I knocked on the door and said, "Big writer! ”

A thousand words of victory turned his head, and the instant his eyes were like beasts in the jungle, chilling. He seemed to have not slept for a few days, his eyes were covered with blood and his beard was not shaved, turning completely from an elegant gentleman to a decadent uncle.

The sword picked up the whiskey on the ground, poured a big sip and shook up at us: “What are you doing here? Are you here to make fun of me? Get out, all of you. I don't want to see you. ”

Come on, he threw the bottle over and smashed it on the side wall.

At first, I had a little respect for his master of reasoning, but now he's really pathetic.

I said, "We're here to inform you that your wife is under arrest! The charge is murder. ”