Chen Wenxi died in a wonderful but absurd long night.
He died contentedly and unconsciously, but for himself, perhaps it was fortunate that he could not see what happened after his death, otherwise he would have sighed with great regret.
He was once a writer of authentic mystery novels and published one book after another. He was famous for his exquisite tricks and sharp writing.
Mo Yunwan was also his loyal reader. It is said that she read Chen Wenxi's works since she was a child, and she did not stop until she started working as a forensic scientist - until she was disappointed.
He has too many loyal readers who share Mo Yunwan's sentiments and have to accept the fact that he is gradually unable to write good works.
Looking back at his past works, I can't help but feel a sense of loss. I neither hope that he will stop writing and have nothing to do anymore; but I am also afraid that he will break the pot and end his career not as a happy ending, but as a confusing question mark.
As he entered old age, things gradually changed.
His works are becoming less and less, from one book a year to three or even four years, it is difficult to write a complete book.
Although there were occasional works published, the plot gradually became unsatisfactory, and the ratings and public opinion were not favorable.
Some people say that he has exhausted all his talents, and that is indeed the case.
He stubbornly refused to think that he was too old to write.
Many people advised him to close the book, but he refused to do so.
Until he found out...that he was terminally ill.
It's too late... too soon... It's too late to give himself a happy ending. He can't even finish the last book he carefully planned.
After seeing a letter sent to him by a mysterious reader, a wonderful but unprincipled idea came to his mind.
It was an extremely sinful act that he had written countless times in his life but never put into practice.
He used to be extremely enthusiastic about making up stories for his life and hobbies, but this time, the protagonists of the story are himself, his family, and...
The mysterious but mean-spirited reader.
"Although the case has been completely closed and the truth has been revealed, I also feel that something is fishy." Liang An looked at Ren Yi's surprised expression as if he was listening to other people's stories, "Chen Wenxi's final story is missing one of the most important characters."
Chen Wenxi is an authentic writer.
Even though the creative wisdom has aged, the instinctive ability to fabricate things still survives.
He concealed a method under a layer of fog and added a layer of iron locks. The arrogant reader, under his final coaxing, stepped into the trap and locked the prison door.
But he didn't expect that this deception was too fake. Or maybe the reader himself is extremely smart and has already planned...
And the truth, which was only obscured by the fog, was revealed by another person himself.
"Are you talking about this? This can be considered a coincidence. You can't just let me be his accomplice, right?" Ren Yi shrugged.
This was the only thing he couldn't shirk, because he had actually been to that place and written the letter himself.
But it doesn't hurt, because his identity, although somewhat complicated, is that of a victim who was victimized.
"'If it were me, I would write a better story, I'll wait and see.', what about this sentence?" Liang An looked into his eyes.
"People always have to have dreams. Why don't you allow me to make big promises? For example, soon..."
Liang An's cell phone rang at this moment.
"Perhaps a new story has begun?"
But Liang An didn't seem to be surprised. He crossed his arms and didn't answer the phone immediately. He just looked at Ren Yi's expression, as if he was expecting it.
Xue Chen is still missing, but he left on his own.
Song Qiaoyu might be able to prevent outsiders from breaking into the house, but she couldn't prevent the person being protected from finding an excuse to slip out of the back door.
Chen Zerui called the phone repeatedly, but couldn't get through. He also calmed down now.
If Xue Chen was taken away unconsciously, he would run around looking for his brother without hesitation.
But if Xue Chen left on his own, he would be more inclined to investigate Xue Chen's purpose.
He has always believed for no reason that his brother is a sensible person who does everything in a measured way.
"There's no way he doesn't have his own judgment."
Song Qiaoyu also somewhat understood Chen Zerui's unconditional trust.
He was just annoyed that Chen Zerui's brother had really embarrassed him and prevented him from successfully completing a job that he was rarely good at.
Where could he be now?
"Although his company car didn't come back, he also has a spare car in the parking lot downstairs. With the car key, he can drive it anywhere..."
Chen Zerui frowned, but he was still uneasy. Why did Xue Chen leave? Did he see something after waking up, or did he notice something strange before he fell asleep?
Why did he leave? Is he really confident enough to leave no way out?
Chen Zerui walked to Xue Chen's room, where he had rested just now. There, a notebook on the table came into view, making his pupils shrink.
He was the one who carried the unconscious Xue Chen to the bed to rest, and even with just a fleeting glance, he remembered that there was no such book on it.
That notebook was a specially customized product by Xue Chen's company. It was equivalent to an ordinary notebook with a logo. After distributing it to employees, there were many left. Xue Chen took two of them, one for use and one for backup.
There is no sign of opening this copy, so it is obviously a spare copy. After being called here, Song Qiaoyu also came over.
With gloves on, the first page opened was torn out.
But it was Chen Zerui who reacted immediately - he had just finished filming a police and gangster film, and he was familiar with some content of this genre, because it was also what he was interested in.
He took out the pencil from the pen holder on the table beside him and scribbled on the second page.
The texture of the paper is neither hard nor soft, so Xue Chen can tear it off just right. The notebook is also small in size and can fit in a larger trouser pocket, but after all, it takes up a little space and will affect movement.
I don’t know if Xue Chen stayed behind on purpose, or if he just found it inconvenient and left this clue.
But the handwriting that finally emerged left the two of them scratching their heads.
"fountain"
police station.
"Then let me talk about you in turn."
Liang An didn't hold back, calmly answered Song Qiaoyu's call to report the situation, gave a few instructions, and then turned to Ren Yi after hanging up.
"You really love chatting."
Liang An was very calm and started directly without caring about his attitude.
"The final source is still that person, Meng Shanshan, the girl who lived in the same community as you when you were raised by your mother alone."
Nine years ago, I didn’t know what season or time it was.
At that time, Ren Yi's mother was not in jail for murder, and Ren Yi was not alone in name. Meng Shanshan was still in her senior year of high school, seemingly living a boring and simple study time like everyone else.
In June of the same year, Meng Shanshan took the college entrance examination and died a few days later in July. It was at the end of August that Ren Yi's mother was imprisoned. It's only been nearly two months.
"No matter what kind of connection you have, when you were fifteen years old, you were inspired by her death and did something shocking." Liang An took out a piece of information, "I have read your previous physical examination report."
Between Ren Yi's abdomen and chest, there is an old wound that has gone through a long time but has not completely disappeared. The scars that cut open the body were long and narrow, quite terrifying.
"The person who caused this wound must be your mother, right? She thought she killed you, and even you thought so at the time."
Because Meng Shanshan's ending is also death.
Women in prison are haunted.
She has lost hope for the future, she has lost everything. Until that day, the prison guard called her to that place and brought her a "letter from her son."
She was so confused that she didn't know what crime she would be sentenced for, and she didn't know that her son, who was lying in a pool of blood, was still alive in this world.
She attacked her former lover simply because the only hope in her life had disappeared - not just the so-called family love, but also because the underage person had the legal right to inherit all the future inheritance of her lover who was stumbling into jail. .
She had lost everything, and she didn't care about taking revenge on someone she once hated.
But, has she really lost everything?
But when she read the letter, her world was turned upside down. She looked at the letter paper in disbelief and the ordinary content.
That tone as if nothing had happened, that familiar handwriting. That should never exist in this world again! It seemed that the existence of a fierce ghost that she had long accepted was sending revenge on her.
At a time and place that no one expected, she fell into madness.
"Maybe it was not your intention to make her crazy." Liang An took a sip of water. "You just succeeded in your plan, but you survived. You wrote the letter with a trace of revenge. First, you warned her that you were still alive and be careful about your words and actions. , you have the leverage to increase her sentencing; second, tell her truthfully that you can live a happy life without her."
That's not something a fifteen-year-old kid can easily control.
Ren Yi is a genius, but not a god. It is more likely that the drama in the second half was an accident.
An accident that triggered a series of strange things.
This entire incident was not entirely under either person's control. But for him, the perfect result told him that people can be controlled.
He can make his ruthless criminal father stumble into jail, he can make his sharp and fickle man, who is already insane, kill his parents and children, and even continue to use his mother to get to the "destination" where he really deserves to go.
Then let yourself stroll back to the world.
His life was completely changed.
Three years later, he took the college entrance examination directly like his peers and was admitted to the mathematics department of a prestigious university.
What is intriguing is that mathematics is Meng Shanshan's best subject.
Because of a vague opportunity, he began to describe a new "story". This time, he has been able to do more and have more vision.
He might have been a devil.
Everyone's case has more or less the shadow of the past. For either, the plan begins.
He changed the topic again, "I'm curious about what your initial motivation was this time. Apart from Chen Wenxi's provocation, what made you obsessed with it."
Ren Yi listened to him silently.
His expression was calm, frank and natural, without pain or touch, like a complete outsider.
This reminded Liang An of another person sitting nearby.
