"Mr. dianye should have left the prisoner''s message on this piece of paper, but..."


    Gao Cheng looks at the manuscript in his hand. On the front is a cartoon, and on the back there is nothing.


    "This is my new manuscript," Qian Bo crossed his fingers and became more and more restless. "It''s a girl''s comedy novel the sunset of Alexandria..."


    "Are those manuscripts on the vault floor?"


    "Well, Mr. dianye may be looking for my manuscript..."


    "Why did he catch this one?" Gao Cheng looked at the cartoon on the manuscript carefully, "what is it?"


    "The protagonist dancer is injured by falling down and saved by a passing spy... This novel is a love story between a dancer and a spy," the woman said awkwardly, "isn''t it true? I can only write such unreal things... I''d better stop reading them. I''m sorry. "


    "Boom!" Outside the house, the thunderstorm never gets smaller, and the rain keeps pouring out of the living room windows.


    Gao Cheng put down the crumpled paper and noticed that the big dog was playing with slippers. It was very interesting.


    Thick yellow hair, when you have nothing to do, you just sit on one side, obedient and quiet, just like the loyal dog Bagong


    Gao Cheng tries to wave, and the big dog immediately shrugs his ears and runs to the sofa.


    "What kind of dog is this? It''s really big. "


    "It''s an American dog. Its name is manguno."


    "Manguno?" Gao Cheng holds out his hand to learn from the garden, and the big dog raises his front paws to shake hands. It just seems that he is walking in the rain, and his feet are dirty.


    "Excuse me," the woman stood up and said, "I''ll get you a towel..."


    "It''s OK, it''s OK." Gao Cheng looks back and sees the garden as he has known for a long time. He takes back his arm with a bitter smile. As a result, the big dog catches up with him again.


    "Boom!" There was another flash of lightning and thunder, and the lights of the villa suddenly went out, leaving only the fire in the fireplace.


    Yuan Zi was startled. At one moment, he was still gloating. At the next moment, he almost fell down on Gao Cheng, holding his clothes tightly with both hands.


    "What''s the matter?"


    "It''s just a power failure," Gao said to the outside, "maybe the wire is broken..."


    "It''s terrible," little Ishikawa said, leaving the sofa with a sigh. "I''ll go to bed first. If you have anything, just call me."


    "Good."


    Gao Cheng watched the woman walk out of the living room, but turned to the garden and said, "don''t be so afraid?"


    "How can you not be afraid? There''s a dead man in the basement The garden refused to let go and said, "well, let''s go back to the car."


    "You''re not afraid to get in the car?" Gao Cheng finds the candle in the living room cabinet, lights it up, and then hands the new novel written by little Ishikawa Chihiro to the garden, "read the book first, I have to finish this case."


    "Isn''t it really an accident?" The garden son doesn''t understand a way, "even if is a homicide case, you also have no way to know the murderer is who?"


    "I already know the killer."


    Gao Cheng takes a candlestick and puts it on the tea table in the living room. He finds little Ishikawa Qianbo''s novel the sunset of yashenglida and looks through it.


    Just listening to Qianbo, I don''t understand


    "You already know?" Yuan Zi said unexpectedly, "how do you know?"


    "Isn''t it obvious? It was Miss Qianbo who locked Mr. dianye in that vault. "


    "Is miss Qianbo the murderer? How is that possible? " Yuanzi didn''t want to believe it and said, "miss Qianbo is so nice and beautiful. She can write such a good novel. How can she be a murderer?"


    "No way, the fact is the fact."


    Gao chengdun, put aside miscellaneous thoughts to read novels.


    After being a detective for such a long time, he can''t do many things even if he doesn''t want to pay attention to them. The villa is full of clues, all of which point to little Ishikawa Chihiro.


    For example, if you pay close attention to it, you will find that there are still xiaoishikawa Qianbo''s luggage in the living room. The footprints on the floor show that this woman has just arrived at the villa, and as soon as she comes, she goes directly to the basement.


    All these things show that little Ishikawa knows that dianye is in the Treasury, and it is very likely that she planned the case


    Outside the living room, small Ishikawa Qianbo back against the wall, heard Gao Cheng''s voice, quietly sipped his mouth, turned upstairs into his room.


    Although she said she wanted to sleep, she couldn''t sleep at all. She was just afraid that Gao Cheng would continue to ask.


    Originally, he just wanted Gao Cheng to confirm the scene of the accident on behalf of the police, but in the end, it was self defeating. The famous detective saw through it all at once


    Small Ishikawa Qianbo holding his knees at the head of the bed, quietly looking out of the window to the thunder, so has been watching the leaves Shua Shua in the rain.


    In the living room, Gao Cheng is gradually fascinated by reading. When the wall clock rings for several times, he has unconsciously finished reading the whole novel.


    In fact, most of them are comics, just like the original manuscript held by Mr. dianye.


    "Is it so late?" Gao Cheng looks at the time and puts down his book slightly tired. He finds that the garden is curled up on the sofa beside him and falls asleep. He was so worried before Ming Ming, but he can sleep soundly. Gao Cheng gets up and looks around. At least he finds a blanket to cover the garden. By the light of the fire, the sleeping garden is unexpectedly lovely. It''s not necessarily worse than Xiaolan. I don''t know why Xiaolan is not popular. Gao Cheng yawns and looks at the energetic dog. He has been sitting beside him since he began to read, as if he were a loyal guard. When he sees Gao Cheng, he immediately wags his tail. Gao Cheng laughs and continues to read the novel. I was so fascinated that I almost forgot my purpose. However, as little Ishikawa Chihiro said, it was a love story between a dancing girl and a spy from the beginning to the end. The manuscript that dianye held was just a fragment of the book, and there was no message at all. Gao Cheng holds up his chin and remembers all the details in his mind. In the underground vault, in addition to the manuscript paper, there is a pen with the pen cover open on her other hand. It seems that she is going to write something, but she doesn''t. Is it too late to write? Transposition thinking words... On the thunder, Gao Cheng frowned into thinking“ That... "Little Ishikawa Qianbo appeared at the door of the living room with a candlestick. When he saw Gao Cheng reading his novel, he was embarrassed and said," it looks strange. I have been engaged in this job since I graduated from high school. To be honest, I have no experience in life, and the stories are all in my imagination... "" I have been engaged in detective work since I graduated from high school too, "Gao Cheng said with a smile, "Your book is very good, even if you think about it. It''s really talented."“ Is it? I''m not qualified to write love stories, "the woman said with a wry smile." I''ve never been in love at all. I''m just a woman who stays at home and thinks about it. How can a book be worth reading? The stories in the book are all deceitful... "" it''s nothing. It''s not documentary literature. There must be a reason why your book can sell well. At least I like it. "“ But I don''t want to read that kind of book... "Little Ishikawa was silent for a while, and suddenly said:" are you hungry? Let me cook you something to eat. "“ Ah, this one, no need. " Gao Cheng stands up with her. Although the woman looks nice, there is a dead man in the basement. He doesn''t want to eat anything“ Don''t worry, there won''t be anything, "little Ishikawa said with a bitter smile, shaking his head." don''t look at me like this, I''m homesick. "“ Well Gao Cheng didn''t refuse, but he kept up with little Ishikawa.