Muchuan and Xiang Wan

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This time, the public opinion was immediately stunned.

In a bizarre murder case, the more ups and downs the plot, the more eye-catching.

The death of the tens of billions of male gods has already hung up on the appetite of the melon-eaters, plus a book that pre-written the case almost from beginning to end, it also affected the nerves of the public. For a time, the case The popularity even overwhelmed XX star derailment and became the first hot topic.

"Murder Man" didn't hit the sky, there was piracy, and subscriptions didn't grow much, but the popularity of the book became wider and wider.

Xiang Gongzi's pen name finally stood out from the crowd of online writers.

"Small night, even I started to wonder, how did you know the case in advance? Hey, wouldn't there be any real guidance in it?"

When Fang Yuanyuan went to work, he poked hard into the night and asked curiously.

This has been her three days and has been asked N times.

But in the dark... How can this be?

I rolled my eyes wide towards the night and rolled my eyes with my cheek, "If I say, every time I write, I can hear the voice in my head. That voice is guiding the direction of my writing, would you believe it? ?"

Fang Yuanyuan sent three "slots" in a row, and then he was doubtful.

"My God! Isn't it true? Don't scare me, cousin!"

"If it's not true, what do you think?"

"Yeah, if it's not true, how could you write a story so close to the truth? Ah ah, I'm going crazy! What's going on?"

"..." Xiang Ye knocked his forehead. "You just think it's really good. I'm not a person, I'm a god!"

"Are you neurotic?"

"Haha!"

In fact, Xiang Ye was also ignorant.

The blind cat's chance of hitting the dead mouse also shocked her.

Is there any pre-writing ability, can she not know?

What she wrote was what she thought. Except that time the plot was forcibly modified by Bai Muchuan, there was no deviation from the outline at all.

Yes, she has written the outline in addition to the outline.

Although those readers refused to admit that they had read Xigang, Xiangyue knew very well that he had written such a thing.

Well, the only scientific explanation is that someone imitated the crime.

But who is that person?

The outline in the book fits the case.

But the murderer, as written in the book, is the second girl who died for more than a month?

All day long, I spent the night in chaos.

This day is very unusual for her.

The book review area continues to be hot, there are topics on Weibo, and QQ, WeChat all kinds of private poking her news, she can not respond, nor digest.

The most frustrating thing is that she lives in Bai Muchuan's home inexplicably and is almost forcibly isolated from society.

In addition to the news on the Internet, she could not hear outside voices.

...

Bai Muchuan came back after dinner.

At that time, Xiang Wan was asked by Li Ma to go downstairs to eat.

Seeing him importing, he was "captured" for three days and rushed past.

"You finally came back. What's going on? Why is this happening?"

Bai Muchuan did not speak and looked at her from top to bottom.

"I am full?"

"..."

Where does this answer follow?

Xiang Wan's doubts were defeated by his tepidness.

"White police officer." She tilted her head slightly, her long black hair loosely on her shoulders, her small angry face was white and clean, and her thin pink lips were like two petals. Not pleasant to hear, "My case is finished, can it be released?"

Bai Muchuan raised his eyebrows, as always, expressionless.

"The murderer who smiled in the sun didn't show up, why did you finish writing?"

Xiang Wan wailing, "God! I really want to kneel for you! It’s just a novel, nothing to do with reality. Who is the murderer in the sun? Where do I know. I’m going to write a serial case in this book, it’s not that simple, The real big boss hasn't appeared yet, it's estimated to be 5 million words. Wouldn't you want to keep me in vain for the day of the finale of "Murder Man"?"

"What's the matter?" Bai Muchuan loosened the button of the loose neckline and entered the house from her side, thinking about coming back and raising her hand at her, "Be flat, don't kneel!"

"..." Xiang Wan was convinced by this man.

However, based on his invitation to the "consultant" that night, Xiang Wan's attitude towards him has greatly improved.

Reluctantly, she rubbed her hands and followed, from the living room to the dining room, just like a pupil.

"Anyway, it’s not so ridiculous for me to live in your house like this! Officer Bai, we might as well take advantage of the present to understand our accounts and then..."

Bai Muchuanton footsteps, ignoring the embarrassment of nearly hitting her shoulder at night, and swept her face lightly, "You don't want to know who the owner of the red car you saw that night?"

Red car? Startled to night, then overjoyed.

"Yes! I almost forgot about this, is there any news?"

Bai Muchuan said, "The news goes beyond this one."

After he finished speaking, he stopped his words and raised his eyebrows deliberately.

Xiang Wan was tickled by his words again, like a cat's claws scratching.

So she coughed awkwardly, not to mention the accounts, and her eyes glowed with excitement.

"Sergeant Bai, can I know?"

Bai Muchuan narrowed his eyes and sat on the chair slowly, like an uncle.

"see your performance."

which performed?

Xiang Wan looked at the boiled shrimp in front of him, Sec.

Peeling shrimp, adding rice and serving soup, she served this uncle like a little girl.

Bai Muchuan ate for three days in the cafeteria, and he ate a lot of this meal.

The two didn't talk much, even their eyes were only about food communication, and Bai Muchuan was neither cold nor hot, and had no good expression, but the picture they got along had an inexplicable beauty, and it seemed that Ma Li was in full bloom and secretly went to Mrs. Bai Call.

Egret ran upstairs before eating, and had a headache and cried in the bed.

"Mom, my uncle was robbed by someone—"

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Today is Zhao Jiahang's first seven.

The Zhao family's villa is more lively during the day.

Relatives and friends who came to worship, ate, drank, and inquired, and left at night.

At night, the temperature dropped and the wind rose.

The white lantern in front of the door shone dimly, the long white strips lifted by the wind, the white wreath, and the candle candle money before the spirit became more and more intense.

Xu Zhaodi did not go to the Lingtang.

In the "White Castle" where she lived, it was quiet and not popular.

Outside the window, the rustling sound of bamboo leaves resembles human footsteps, with a weird spirit smell.

"What time is it?" the woman asked softly on the wheelchair in front of the window.

"It's almost twelve. Ten minutes away." Xiaocheng replied dutifully.

"Everyone is gone?"

"It's gone!"

"Master?"

"In Lingtang."

Xu Zhaodi's face was hidden in a veil, looming.

After thinking for a long time, she said, "Are the masters ready?"

The town seemed hesitant.

At this time, a sound of "Amitabha" sounded, and a bald monk wearing a monk's robe and a monk came in the doorway.

"Female donor, everything is ready."

In this era when feudal superstition has long been abandoned, many people no longer do things at home in funerals.

However, Xu Zhaodi himself did not attend the funeral, but he handled Zhao Jiahang's funeral particularly grandly.

The first seven is another "back to shame" day. It is said that the dead will go home on this day to say goodbye to their loved ones, and the first seven are also the last day that the undead stay in the sun. In the old customs, relatives will spread a layer of grass and ash on the ground, and then avoid it far away, and wait for the undead to pass by. The next day, you can see the footprints of the dead on the grass and ash.

This custom is also referred to as "foot-closure."

It is said that people with higher education like Xu Zhaodi should not believe this statement.

But she not only believed but seemed to believe deeply.

This monk was specially invited to come back.

Chao Chao for Zhao Jiahang, by the way, "close the trail" for him.

Xu Zhaodi's instructions from the senior monk not only covered the grass and ash, but also started at the door steps, stuck paper money with bamboo poles every other foot to guide the undead, and then placed his favorite meals and fruits in the parking lot where Zhao Jiahang died. It was all the way to the room where he lived.

Hearing this, he would come into the house and spend his last night in the sun here.

"Female donor, time is coming."

"City, turn off the lights."

"Yes. Madam."

The wind is quiet, Xu Zhaodi's voice, scattered in the wind, is lighter than ghosts.

"He really... will he come back?"

The lights went out and the white castle dimmed.

The oil lamp on the trail flashed with dim light like a ghost fire.

Faintly, their faces hiding behind the curtain in the living room became inexplicably horrified.

Pounding! I don't know whose heartbeat.

Xu Zhaodi held his breath and held his breath.

The monk sat on the futon, folded his hands together, silently chanting some verses.

Boom--!

The clock in the living room sounded.

Twelve o'clock midnight!

With a squeak, the half-covered door was blown open by the wind.

There was a yell of anger, and there was no one at the door of the black hole.

Xu Zhaodi's eyes looked at the door in an instant, and slowly, he really saw a shadow stepping in.

Without a lamp, in the dark night-like dark room, the figure could not see his face, but that figure was dressed...as if it were Zhao Jiahang.

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