The old police officer introduced to him the discovery of the case: "The deceased's name is Yang Ahua, and the first person to find the deceased from Guangdong to the New Territories half a year ago was Ms. Yin Xueyi of the Supervision Office. Yin Xueyi is about nine o'clock this morning. She took the initiative to come to the door. When I came here, I saw the door locked, and I knocked on the door, but no one came to open it. Yin Xueyi felt strange, so she went around to the high place of the back mountain, and saw the deceased lying on the bed motionless from the bedroom window. Shocked, Yin Xueyi reported to the police. When the police arrived, they broke down the door and found that the deceased was exhausted. ”

"The deceased died of suffocation." Wang Yun, who was in charge of the autopsy, said.

Kong Yunhua's face was pale, and his gaze naturally followed the eyes of the deceased to the window of the bedroom, which was equipped with anti-theft steel bars, and the glass window outside the steel bars was closed.

"There are no signs of damage to the locks, windows, or other parts of the building?" He asked.

The old police officer nodded, pointed to the bedroom window and said, "Not only has the outside not been destroyed, but the indoor room has no traces of turning. What we saw at the scene was that the deceased strangled himself to death, how could a person strangle himself to death? It's fucking weird to die. That's pretty much it. "The old constable seems to be in a hurry to hand over the job.

"There are even more weird," Wang Yun stopped what he was doing and wiped his sweat with his sleeve: "There is a large amount of secretions in the deceased's yin tract, and there are also patches of bruises on the deceased's chest and thighs, obviously the deceased experienced a violent xing life before his death." However, no semen of the male was found on the body, and the time of death was preliminarily judged to be between 1:30 and 9:00 at night. Others are pending further autopsies. ”

"Die in **?" Kong Yunhua muttered to himself.

"Possibly! Cool to death. Hole sir. Wang Yun smiled narrowly at him.

Kong Yunhua's heart moved, and he wanted to tease, but in the end he held back: "Collect evidence well, don't let go of anything suspicious, the focus is on collecting fingerprints and possible remnants of the murderer, not letting go of a hair or even a trace of fiber." ”

With that, he walked out of the deceased's bedroom, and the next room was empty, and he pushed the door open and walked in, which was a study. The shelves on both sides of the study are filled with all kinds of books, neatly arranged, and a desk is placed by the window, on which a worn-out radio and some books are placed. *.*.*/* There is a small wooden bed against the wall on the remaining wall, and the room is not large and looks a little crowded.

Kong Yunhua scooped up the book on the table and read it for a while, then turned around and instructed his subordinates: "Bring this radio back." Also, contact the relatives of the deceased immediately. ”

The old police officer said: "The deceased had just immigrated to the New Territories, and the deceased's husband was Hua Xiangfang, who wrote articles for newspapers, and it could also be said that he was unemployed at home. As for the relatives of the deceased in the mainland, we have no way to contact them at this time. ”

"Contact her husband right away."

His subordinates dare not slack off, they know their boss's personality best, and he has always been resolute and meticulous in handling cases.

Kong Yunhua nodded, and walked out of the gloomy room with a musty smell alone. He circled the house and climbed high up the mountain behind him, and the sparse rain fell on his face, and he felt refreshed. The houses on the opposite side of the mountain road are one after another, extending to the foot of the mountain. He wondered why this house was standing alone on this side of the mountain road.

A café on Dance Floor Road, Tuen Mun.

Hua Xiangfang sat in a corner by the window, his head down, stirring the milk tea coffee in his hand with anxiety, he didn't dare to look at the critical eyes on the other side. …,

"Would you like some sugar?" The middle-aged woman opposite broke the silence empathetically.

"No, I don't. Thank you, Miss Xu. Hua Xiangfang raised his head slightly and said, "I like this taste, it's a little astringent and bitter, just like life." It's just that most people like the taste of sweetness, but they don't know the pleasure of bitterness. ”

"Narcissism! Narcissism is a common problem for people like you. The woman named Xu Xiaoqing on the other side laughed unscrupulously: "Narcissistic people are often selfish, they tend to focus only on themselves and ignore the most beautiful things around them. Let's just talk about you, a newly married man, who is the moment of mixing oil in honey, not at home with his wife, but asking me to suffer here early in the morning? Say, I still have something to do! ”

Hua Xiangfang's face flushed slightly, and he leaned sideways and scooped up a file bag from the empty space next to him. He solemnly put it on the table and gently pushed it in front of the other party: "This is my latest manuscript, you see?" ”

"We don't do novels about this genre anymore, and there are too few readers of this genre." Xu Xiaoqing pushed the file bag back without thinking.

"You'll just see, maybe ̈"

Xu Xiaoqing may have felt her rudeness just now, and explained: "Nowadays, people's lives are fast-paced, not many people will like this kind of brain-wrenching thing, and most of the reading tastes of Hong Kong people are the kind of things that can be amusing without thinking. ”

Her refusal made Hua think about it and couldn't get off the stage, he thought about it, and pushed the file bag over: "For the sake of old friends for many years, help me introduce them to other publishing houses?" Come on. ”

The other party still shook his head and refused to let go. Hua Xiangfang was a little discouraged, leaned heavily on the back of his chair, scooped out a cigarette and lit it.

The smoke gradually spread, Xu Xiaoqing frowned, and said, "I'll tell you the truth, I hope it won't hurt your self-esteem." It's not that we don't do it, it's just that there are only a handful of authors who write well about this kind of subject. To tell you the truth, we don't make any money publishing your book, we didn't sell a third of your last book, and most of it is still in the warehouse, waiting to rot. ”

Hua Xiangfang's face burned like coals, and he whispered, "You can take a look first?" This time I am very confident that this book will be a hit. I have spent a lot of effort on this novel, and I can swear that it is a good work with deep thoughts, twists and turns, and clear characters."

Xu Xiaoqing immediately interrupted him: "This is impossible!" ”

Hua Xiangfang's face was pulled, quite gloomy, and the other party also noticed it, and immediately closed his voice. The conversation fell into an awkward atmosphere, and Hua Xiangfang turned her gaze to the glass wall, and the strong wind at night uprooted the large tree opposite the coffee house and crossed the middle of the sidewalk.

"Find a way. 1. Xu Xiaoqing said sincerely: "Judging from my years of experience as an editor, this, you still have peace of mind to find a job to support your wife."

"Why are you so cruel to other people's dreams?" Hua Xiangfang was excited, and his voice was raised a few degrees, and the eyes of several other guests in the coffee house turned to this side.

Xu Xiaoqing signaled him to be calm, and Hua Xiangfang lowered his voice and said, "Do you know? For the sake of this novel, I wrote day and night, revising it over and over again. When I confidently intended to give it to you, you didn't even look at it and denied my efforts? ”

Regarding Hua Xiangfang's annoyance, Xu Xiaoqing made a helpless expression, and then said: "You should know that a successful writer not only needs diligence and talent, but also needs extensive and sensitive reading accumulation, which includes reading the fruits of the labor of predecessors and reading society. How much is a pound of Chinese cabbage? ”

What does this have to do with writing novels? Hua Xiangfang was speechless for a while. …,

Xu Xiaoqing said with a smile: "You are in a room all day long, you don't have any normal interpersonal communication, even entertainment is a sin, and you lack reading life, how can what you write be convincing?" ”

"Isn't fiction just fiction? You negate one by this." Hua Xiangfang defended, "You can not accept my manuscript, but it is really unacceptable for you to hit me like this." ”

"I'm out of a friend's kindness," Xu Xiaoqing sat up straight and scooped out twelve points of sincerity: "Take a step back and say, even if it is published for you, how much money can you scoop?" In the climate of Hong Kong's publishing industry, writing books alone cannot support people.

You'd better sober up and get a job and share a little bit for your wife. ”

As soon as she mentioned his wife, Hua Xiangfang became excited again: "I did all this for her, and I want to prove to her that her choice is right." When a mainland woman marries a Hong Kong national, it is generally considered that she is greedy for Hong Kong's environment. I know she's not, and she loves my talent, so I'm going to prove it to her. I told her that she was married to a famous Hong Kong writer, not an oil-stained truck driver, not a dusty construction worker, or a copper-smelling Hong Kong businessman. ”

"Your idea is good, but the ideal is the ideal, and the reality is the reality." Xu Xiaoqing couldn't cry or laugh: "Your wife is busy all day without a moment of rest, when have you ever thought about the firewood, rice, oil and salt at home?" You're going to scoop an ethereal thing to prove your love for her? Although you work hard, can people wait? I'm afraid that she won't wait for the day when you succeed, and she will run away with someone! ”

"Shut up!"

Hua Xiangfang stood up angrily, only to see his fists clenched, and the green tendons on his face bulging. Xu Xiaoqing was frightened by him, and the other guests next to him felt inexplicable, and someone muttered: Neurotic. He immediately felt the gaffe, squirmed a few times in his mouth, and sat down.

The atmosphere fell into embarrassment again, Xu Xiaoqing lowered her head and stirred the remaining coffee in the cup without any trouble. Hua Xiangfang leaned back in his chair, sometimes looking up at the ceiling overhead, sometimes bowing his head and taking a few puffs of cigarette violently to squeeze out the bitterness in his heart!