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Bai Ge still shook his head.

"Uh..." Liu Kefei was dumbfounded for a while: "Then do you think it's better not to leave an ending?"

"No." Bai Ge raised his finger: "If it were me, I wouldn't adopt any of the above endings."

"Because the real murderer." Bai Ge raised his eyes: "It's you."

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"The real culprit is me?"

Liu Kefei showed a strange expression.

She sat firmly, without wavering.

"This is a ridiculous accusation. I lived in another city 15 years ago and I didn't know the dead. How could I kill them?"

"If I were a murderer, what would be my motive for committing the crime? I just wrote a novel, so I will be splashed with dirty water for no reason?"

"Besides, if I'm really the murderer, why did I write this song without a head? Is this self-inflicted?"

She spoke and asked questions one after another, with a calm attitude and clear logic.

"Yes, brother, don't talk nonsense."

Ding Tangchun tugged at the corner of Baige's clothes, and reminded in a low voice: "We are the police, we cannot make random accusations..."

"I say that, naturally I have my own assurance."

Bai Ge said unhurriedly: "If I didn't have a certain degree of certainty, of course I wouldn't make such random accusations, but in fact... I can't find any reason not to doubt you JJ

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"What do you mean by that?"

Liu Kefei asked coldly.

"It means that you are full of doubts."

Bai Ge narrowed his eyes: "From the moment you entered the door, you didn't welcome us to visit. You never let go of your vigilance and listened carefully to my reasoning. You didn't relax until I was sure that "I" was the murderer." , because you know that today Shi Xing specializes in the death of the moon | spoon 0 in / busy out Shi Kuai specializes in the death of the right LU soil "L head

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"Ridiculous... how could I possibly know what the truth is?"

The murderer said indifferently: "I just think this is more appropriate, so I am also asking your thoughts."

"Indeed, these are not enough to prove, but there are other doubts."

Bai Ge intertwined his fingers: "I was a little surprised before I entered the door, because I heard that this author is an old author who has been serialized for more than 20 years, and should be over 40 years old, so I said so—"

"Mr. Fei Ke is really a person with a taste for life. The layout of the room and the items are all in order. Moreover, he looks so young, he looks at least 15 years younger than his actual age, but the writing is so sophisticated, it can't be seen at all. He is a country writer who has written more than [-] years."

"—and you look too young."

"Only based on this? Maybe it's better for me to take care of you?" Liu Kefei sneered: "Is there something wrong with being young?"

"You can fool around with this, but some people can't do it." Bai Ge said: "When you went to make tea, you went to the kitchen for a long time, but when you came back, you said that you forgot to run out of tea...Is that right?"

Liu Kefei said, "So what?"

Bai Ge raised his hand and took out a box of opened tea cans from the drawer under the coffee table.

Liu Kefei's expression turned ugly, and Ding Tangchun's expression also changed.

"Of course you can't find it in the kitchen, because the tea leaves are kept here." Bai Ge knocked on the table: "And this notebook"

"What about the notebook?"

Ding Tangchun looked at it for a while and didn't think it was anything special.

"You went to the bedroom first, then you went to the study, and it took a minute to find a pen and a new notebook, right?"

"..." The author of the novel stopped talking.

"This is your home." Bai Ge said, "Why is your home so unfamiliar to you? You don't remember where a pot of tea leaves is placed, nor where notebooks and pens are placed?"

"What does that prove? Maybe I'm just a little forgetful?"

"Forgetful? Impossible." Bai Ge shook his head: "Ordinary people may not remember, but as an author who lives on paper and pen, it is impossible for you not to remember where you put these things, unless...you are not a writer at all, and Not the owner of this house. J,

Ding Tangchun has already turned on the phone.

She said in a low voice: "We are the police, we know the specific address, and it is easy to find out whether you are the owner of this house!"

Liu Kefei's expression became even uglier, and her breathing became short of breath.

But Bai Ge was calm and slow, without any complacency.

"Don't pretend to be mean. I haven't seen you for 15 years. Why don't you say hello to me, student A?"

Liu Kefei's expression was ferocious for a moment, and calm again the next moment.

She let out a breath, her voice was low, restrained from being violent.

"You're counting on me..."

"It's because you are too stupid, and it's too easy to expose." Bai Ge said disapprovingly: "If you didn't make so many mistakes one after another, I don't think it would be so easy to beat you."

"Wrong? It can only be called a mistake." Liu Kefei, no, Murderer A said coldly: "He is obviously a man, but his heart is as thin as hair, and his eyesight has improved a lot. At least he is smarter than 15 years ago."

"Learn from "I'm a dagger called an ancient sage"

"Pretentious, when did you realize the truth?"

"I said it, I've known it since 15 years ago."

Newell is a liar! The murderer scolded angrily: "Did you know that I would come here before you entered the door?" "

"Yes, very correct." Bai Ge nodded.

Seeing Bai Ge's pretentious posture, the murderer became even more angry.

"You don't believe it?" Bai Ge asked back.

"If it were you, would you believe that the person who was surrounded by you 15 years ago would be so smart?"

"Well... okay, it seems that you are a little more stupid than I guessed." Bai Ge rubbed some temples: "I didn't realize it until now... It's not a coincidence that you came here .”

"What do you mean?" The murderer was startled.

"The serialization of Song Without a Head is completely in line with the evidence collection and case records of the year, and it is also the process that the real murderer tried his best to conceal for 15 years. The modus operandi used may be very special in the past, but it is not so complicated now, so The murderer is naturally worried about being found out." Bai Ge said lightly: "Then it is quite normal for the murderer to come to the door."

A's face changed slightly, was he being fished?

He shook his head quickly: "No, it's impossible..."

"Why is it impossible?" Bai Ge asked back: "Think about it again, about this "Song Without a Head"..."

"What happened to this novel?"

"This song without a head uses the No.1 narrative structure. Everyone's perspective is fixed on the perspective of "I". It adds a lot of psychological descriptions to increase the sense of horror. It looks like a suspense novel. , but all case details are the same as

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"What the hell are you trying to say!" the murderer scolded angrily.

"What I want to say is... how could I have written this novel if I hadn't experienced it?" Bai Ge said calmly: "The author of Song Without a Head is not Liu Kefei at all, but "I '! "

Thunder is heard everywhere.

A's face paled instantly.

"I wrote this piece of song without a song from my own perspective, and gave it to an author to publish it under the name of 'Sike'." Bai Ge said, "Think about it, why use" Fei g' this pseudonym?Fake sounds the same as faker, which means fake... This pen name means that the author is fake, and it has been from the beginning!This "Song Without a Head" is not a novel at all, but a murder memory written for you. "

He dropped the notebook in his hand on the table.

"The purpose is to lure you out."

"And you have lived up to expectations and appeared here, majestically pretending to be the author."

"When" I' came here for the first time and saw you, I already knew that you were A and you were the murderer. "

Bai Ge stared at the murderer, watching his expression change. The face after plastic surgery was no longer the familiar face in the past, but the soul was still the same soul.

Silence fell between the two of them.

Bai Ge's gaze changed from solemn to calm.

Although so much has been reasoned out, it is all false after all.

After all, it is the fact that remains in the memory space, it is already the past 500 years ago, it is Nankeyimeng.

There is no doubt that the former "I" should have faced the murderer in this house.

Starting here...is the key.

Bai Ge took a deep breath and questioned, "Why did you kill someone?

Chapter 710 Cause and Effect

"Why on earth are you killing people?" Bai Ge questioned.

The real murderer was silent for a moment, then sneered.

"Because I am Death."

"Why? Why else!" said the real murderer irritably, "I have no choice at all!"

"You made a deal with the demon of fate?" Bai Ge tapped his elbow with his fingers.

"I just had bad luck and got picked."

He said in a low voice, "If I don't kill you, I will die."

"He said, you believe it?"

Bai Ge said: "You can also believe what the devil says."

"I had to believe it... because I was terminally ill from the start."

"I didn't want to kill people at first, if the god of death didn't kill people, he wouldn't live long.

"Killing you, the death of one person will allow me to live ten years longer." He stared at Baige.