It's not too late for marriage: Lang Shao, stay safe

"Boss, you're here." Lin Xiaozhu just walked into his office when he heard Zhao Xiangxiang call out hurriedly.

"What's the matter?" Lin Xiaozhu put down the bag and sat on the chair.

"I was in the bathroom just now, and I heard the conversation between Wang Xinya and her assistant. There was a murder in District C. They are already on their way to the scene. Do we want to..."

"Haven't we reported enough homicides? There is nothing to report about this kind of thing, just hand it over to the police. Why should we join in the fun?"

With so many things happening recently, Lin Xiaozhu was upset at first, just after arriving at the unit, he heard Zhao Xiangxiang say these things that were completely uninteresting, before Zhao Xiangxiang finished speaking, Lin Xiaozhu interrupted without raising his head.

"Team leader, please listen to me. It is said that this murder was committed by imitating the content posted on a forum called "Perfect Crime", and the initiator of this forum is actually a well-known The writer of suspense novels—Wang Zengsi, personally posted it.”

"There is such a thing?" Zhao Xiangxiang's words finally lifted Lin Xiaozhu's spirits. If he had the opportunity to do an exclusive interview with this writer, he would definitely become a media independent again.

As for Wang Xinya's visit to the scene of the murder, she definitely won't gain anything. In fact, people should pay more attention to Wang Zengsi's reason for posting such content on the forum.

"Let's go." Lin Xiaozhu picked up the bag, got up and walked out of the office.

"Go to the murder scene?" Zhao Xiangxiang asked.

"Go to Wang Zengsi's house." Lin Xiaozhu raised his eyebrows slightly, and said confidently: "Contact his publishing house, I need to know all his information, including his address."

"Yes, I'll check right away." Zhao Xiangxiang made an OK gesture and walked to his seat, ready to check the phone number of Wang Zengsi's publishing house.

"Yes, boss." Zhao Xiangxiang hastily unplugged the computer, held it in his arms, and chased after him...

A car drove out of the gate of the "Fengshang" headquarters, and Zhao Xiangxiang's voice sounded, "Boss, I found his home address. It is in District B, a villa on Muhai Street, building 603."

"Well, I see."

"Driver, go to the address she said, hurry up." Lin Xiaozhu looked intently at the computer, the detailed information of Wang Zengsi passed by Zhao Xiangxiang, and said without looking up.

After half an hour...

The car stopped beside a bamboo forest, Lin Xiaozhu and Zhao Xiangxiang got out of the car, they couldn't help being taken aback, they were living in Lang Qi's villa now, but the scene in front of them was completely different.

Zhao Xiangxiang looked at a tree-lined path in front of him. At the end was a villa full of creepers, with no visible color. On the pointed roof, there were countless sparrows.

"Boss, could it be that the information they provided is false? Could this really be the address of that Wang Zengsi? How can it make people feel like a horror movie set, who would make their home here." Zhao Xiangxiang Looking at the villa in front of him in surprise, he asked.

"This may be the difference between an artist and us ordinary people. After all, he is a famous writer of suspense novels. It is not surprising that he can teach others to kill people on the forum, and he can make his home here. Come here, let's go .”

Lin Xiaozhu took the lead to walk towards the eerie villa. Zhao Xiangxiang held the notebook for recording, shrinking his neck, and followed behind Lin Xiaozhu.

When the two came to the main entrance of the villa, even Lin Xiaozhu frowned deeply at the scene in front of him.

Normal people would choose the sunny side when choosing a house, but this villa, the front is actually covered with shade, as if the owner deliberately did it, and the wall-climbing tiger even covers all the windows, even at noon, there may not be a trace of it. Sunlight streams into the villa.

When he reached the door, he was about to reach out to knock on the door, but found that the door was ajar.

Lin Xiaozhu swallowed, put his hand on the doorknob, opened the door and walked in.

In the villa, a middle-aged man in front of him was sitting at the dining table.

Among the exquisite tableware on the table was a half-eaten steak. The man was inserting a piece of steak with the knife in his hand and putting it in his mouth. There was a glass of blood-red liquid in his hand. He didn't realize that someone had already walked in. .

"Hi, I'm a reporter from "Fashion". I came in when the gate was unlocked. Excuse me, are you Mr. Wang Zengsi?"

Unexpectedly, Wang Zengsi in front of the dining table trembled as if he had been stimulated by something, stood up with a "chuckle", held the table knife in his hand tightly, and rushed towards Lin Xiaozhu.