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"The same murderer, what do you mean?" Zhou Shengchen finally put down the pen in his hand to write the conclusion of the case.

"Because the murderer in the story is also an old janitor, don't you think it's strange?" The policeman said excitedly: "What's more, we only caught the murderer last night after squatting for so many days. A murderer appeared in the newspaper in another way, Inspector, how can there be such a coincidence?"

Zhou Shengchen: "Show me the newspaper."

The little police officer immediately handed over the sorted out stories about Rongcheng City to Zhou Shengchen: "Detective, I have spent a lot of effort to collect all these newspapers. Take a look."

He would not say that he was also chasing this mystery case collection, and ran to grab the newspaper every morning. Before, he thought that this story coincided with the case he was investigating, but he was shocked when he saw the real murderer today.

Zhou Shengchen took these issues of the newspaper, "Okay, I see, you can go out."

Little policeman: "Alright detective, take your time."

At the end, I did not forget to say: "However, Mr. Ke's writing is really wonderful, even better than our investigation."

When the little policeman went out, Zhou Shengchen started to watch the first episode of the Mystery Case Collection, and couldn't stop watching it. It was indeed as the little policeman said, the plot was very exciting.

Seeing that Mr. Ke identified the real culprit as the janitor and successfully arrested him, his grim brows furrowed.

The murderer they caught last night was also an old gatekeeper. Is it such a coincidence?

Suddenly, he suddenly remembered something.

About a week or two ago, someone said a few words in front of him.

"I may be able to provide Inspector Zhou with a clue."

"Master the gatekeeper."

"The secret cannot be leaked."

"Uh..." What was he thinking at that time?

Yes, this person must have smoked opium and got his brain out of the question.

Now that I think about it, the murderer is really the janitor! !

Suddenly, a figure slowly appeared in his mind.

The down-and-out young master of the Lin family, Lin Yan.

Look at Mr. Ke, the author of the mystery collection published in the newspaper.

Then what is the relationship between him and Lin Yan?

……

Here, Lin Yan didn't know that Zhou Shengchen had noticed him.

He submitted the new story to the editorial department of the newspaper yesterday. According to the progress last time, there should be two days before he can get the manuscript fee.

While thinking this way, someone knocked on the door suddenly.

Lin Yingying was still at school and Qin Xueqin went out to pick out fabrics. She said she wanted to embroider some handkerchiefs and sell them to supplement the family income. She had just left the house not long ago, so she shouldn't be back so soon.

He opened the door, and there was a man in a suit, hat and glasses carrying a briefcase and a briefcase.

Song Wenyan looked at the man wearing a long gown, with fair skin and a gentle and refined temperament, and asked politely, "Hello, is this Mr. Ke's home?"

Hearing Mr. Ke's name, Lin Yan felt vigilant, and asked doubtfully, "Who are you?"

Song Wenyan looked at Lin Yan with burning eyes: "Hello, I am the editor of the Rongcheng Newspaper, in charge of interesting and anecdotal newspapers. My name is Song Wenyan."

Lin Yan understood in his heart, it turned out that it was the editor of Rongcheng who was talking about the matter, and he probably came here after seeing his address.

"Hi, I'm Lin Yan."

When Song Wenyan heard that Lin Yan's name was not Ke, disappointment flashed in his eyes, "Excuse me, does Mr. Ke live here?"

It seemed that Song Wenyan didn't recognize him, Lin Yan smiled and said, "Yes, he lives here."

After saying that, the light in Song Wenyan's eyes returned. Although he didn't see Mr. Ke himself, at least he didn't look for the wrong place this time.

"Mr. Lin, I'm here to send the reply letter and manuscript fee from the editorial department to Mr. Ke. Since he is not here, please help me pass the things to him."

Lin Yan didn't take it, but opened the door wide, "Mr. Song, come in and talk first."

Song Wenyan: "Is Mr. Ke at home?"

After speaking, he looked inside, but he didn't see the third person.

Lin Yan turned around and walked into the room: "What would Mr. Song like to drink, coffee or tea?"

Song Wenyan hesitated, but followed in, "Coffee bar..."

Lin Yan nodded: "Okay, please sit down first."

Some time ago, Xie Tao gave him some coffee beans, except for him, Lin Yingying and Qin Xueqin were not used to drinking this, so there was a lot left.

Grinding made a cup of coffee for Song Wenyan and a cup of tea for himself.

Song Wenyan sat on the sofa cautiously, looking at the layout of the whole house. It is very stylish and foreign. I don’t know if Mr. Ke, who can write about feudal and backward marriage thoughts, is also such a foreign person?

Lin Yan came back, "Your coffee."

"Thank you, Mr. Lin." Song Wenyan boasted after finishing speaking: "Mr. Ke's house is really well furnished."

"I don't know where he is now?"

"By the way, I haven't asked you what your relationship is with Mr. Ke?" Song Wenyan saw the elegance and nobility in his gestures, and his gentle appearance. He doesn't look like a servant. At this age, he can't be a son, right?

Facing the many questions that Song Wenyan suddenly asked, Lin Yan just replied flatly: "No, this is not my house."

"Mr. Ke..." Song Wenyan wanted to ask, but when he heard Lin Yan's words, he almost didn't realize it for a while.

After being stunned for a long time, he said in surprise: "Wait, Mr. Lin, you just said..."

"No, could it be that you are Mr. Ke?"

Seeing that Song Wenyan finally came to his senses, Lin Yan said with a slight smile, "Don't I look like a gentleman?"

"No, it's not." Song Wenyan quickly explained, "That's not what I meant..."

Being able to write such a wonderful story, he originally thought that the Mr. Ke he met would be a talented middle-aged man or an old man, but he didn't expect it to be such a young man.

For a moment, there was no reaction.

Suddenly remembered that when he saw his manuscript for the first time, his writing style was not as mature as it is now, and he realized it instantly.

That's right, judging from the first writing style, it really doesn't look like a mature author, but this time the content is too exciting, and the writing style has improved so fast that he overlooked some of the deficiencies.

"Mr. Ke, that's not right...Mr. Lin, hello...I..." Seeing the author himself, Song Wenyan suddenly became excited, and for a moment he was flustered and didn't know what to say.

Seeing this, Lin Yan felt a little funny, "Mr. Song, take your time, don't get excited, I'm right here, and I won't run away."

Song Wenyan took a sip of coffee for himself, calmed down and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Ke, I'm so excited to meet you. You don't know, but I'm actually a fan of your book. The two mysteries you wrote Stories, I like them so much, you are so talented."

Lin Yan said modestly: "Thank you Mr. Song for the compliment, but it's not that exaggerated."

"No, no, Mr. Ke, you don't know something. The collection of mysteries you wrote is really popular with the people. What everyone needs is your easy-to-understand novel written in vernacular.

It is my honor to be your editor, Mr. Ke.What I didn't expect was that you are still so young, which really surprised me. "