Luo Wei's case has not made any progress, and it seems to be a mystery. However, what makes people most worried is not Luo Wei's death, but the pile of nameless corpses. I just hope that another case will not suddenly appear in the middle and become a roadblock. Killing and investigating cases are always so sad.

I got off work and left the bureau at around five o'clock. I used to walking home, no matter how bad the weather was.

The sun sets west, stretching my shadow to the east. Walking alone on the road looks very isolated, and the shadow looks even more lonely.

I was very leisurely watching the pedestrians and tall buildings along the way slowly drifting until seven o'clock before I got home.

What I saw when I opened the door was still Wanke sitting on the sand. But I knew he was not waiting for me. It was a habit to sit on the sand, and I also had it. There was no one else who would wait for me except for the occasional money coming to my house. Although Liancheng and Brother Cheung would do it, they did not have the key to my house.

Wanke held my computer, but he didn't hear the sound of me entering the door. His expression was sometimes serious, sometimes angry, sometimes excited, and sometimes even sometimes fearful. I can't understand why there are so many expressions on a person's face. It's hard for people not to suspect that he is possessed by evil spirits.

Driven by curiosity, I moved my feet to approach him, and then I realized what he was doing after seeing it.

Wanke was reading novels in my notepad with my computer. That was right. I knew my works and was no longer surprised by Wanke's expression. That was expected.

"Wanke." I shouted.

"Yes." He raised his head and smiled at me, "I'm back. Are you writing it? It's well written, it's definitely a master-level work, why don't you say it?"

"I have published the article." I did not deceive Wan Ke. I have indeed published the article, but this book was not approved. I have never passed it again and I have not published it in any post bar.

"I checked it, no." He looked at me with a look of "You are lying to me as an idiot". "Maybe you don't know, I like to read all kinds of books. Literary classics, cultivation novels, supernatural novels, fantasy novels, etc. I like your novels, but there is no one on the Internet."

"If you like, I'll send it to you by email, no one will accept this novel."

"Why no one accepts it? It's really well written."

"Bloody violence, distorted personality, cruelty, etc., only negative effects."

"I don't think. Your novel is not delicate and artificial, but it's just to tell the truth..."

I don't know what he said later, but I only know that he said a lot like setting off firecrackers and said for a long time. His head was dizzy and he wanted to shut up, but he didn't want to make his displeasure on others, so he had to pursed his lips and looked at him without saying a word.

"What's wrong with you?" He noticed my gloomy face after he finished speaking, and his attitude changed from a relaxed and comfortable gushing to a careful and caring attitude. "Don't you feel uncomfortable? Don't you want me to accompany you to see?"

I sighed in my heart, not wanting to understand Wanke's feelings at the moment, nor do I want to make things difficult for him, but I just took my computer back from him and stood up and said, "It's nothing. Maybe it's because the case has been too tiring recently, so I feel a little bad. Sorry, you can do it yourself, I want to go to rest."

I have loved her: If you meet a ghost, you should become a monk. It must be the evil you committed in your previous life, your child!

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My eyes twitched violently, what was written and what was written! Even if I was here to make fun of it, I couldn’t laugh, right? Life is at stake!
Chapter completed!