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"False Murder" has been serialized for nearly two months now, updating promptly every night at ten o'clock, and the enthusiasm of my long-time readers remains high.
Since last week, when the DNA test results proved that I was not involved in the Lin Wen Case from twenty years ago, both Li Chuang and I have breathed a sigh of relief. Li Chuang even joked that as a detective and a suspense novelist, we both suffer from our respective occupational hazards and should take some time to address them.
My life returned to normal, and I continued to immerse myself in the serialization of my novel. Late one night, after finishing that day's chapter, I checked the comments section for the latest updates as usual.
Suddenly, a comment caught my attention: "The author made a mistake; before leaving, the murderer not only turned off the chandelier in the living room but also specifically turned on the lamp by the window to soften the cold moonlight that night."
This comment was from a reader with the ID "Chang Lu Ming." Below this comment, several of my long-time fans replied:
"You’re so great, why don’t you write your own story instead of showing off your perversion here!"
"Exactly! How others arrange their plots has nothing to do with you! If you don’t like it, just leave!"
I stared at this comment for a long time, a chill creeping up my spine. In my novel, I had never mentioned how the murderer arranged the lighting at the scene; why would they say I made a mistake?
I clicked on Chang Lu Ming's profile and discovered it was a newly registered account with an entirely black avatar. It seemed that this account was created specifically to read my recent serialization of "False Murder," as nearly every comment in their history was correcting details in my novel:
"The murdered woman wasn’t wearing a blue sweater that day; she was actually in her favorite black turtleneck and light brown shawl."
"The time of death wasn’t 11 PM but rather 9:30 PM. She was someone who liked to go to bed early, usually around 10:30 PM."
"When she fell, her hair wouldn’t spread out like flowers because she always tied it back in a ponytail at home."
I had a feeling that when Chang Lu Ming referred to "her," they were definitely not talking about the victim character in my book. The familiar tone of nostalgia when they mentioned "her"... this must be a woman they knew.
I had previously noticed that the case in False Murder bore many similarities to the Lin Wen Case from twenty years ago. Perhaps I wasn't the only one who felt this way...
A sudden realization struck me!
I immediately picked up the phone and called Li Chuang.
After several rings, he finally answered, his voice hoarse and tinged with impatience. "Hello?"
I paused for a moment, realizing it was already past one in the morning, and I had woken him up.
Feeling a bit impulsive, I said, "Sorry, Chuang, for waking you. It's just... I have a particularly strange reader who keeps correcting details in my novel in the comments section. I suspect... I suspect those details might be related to the Lin Wen Case from twenty years ago..."
There was silence on the other end for a few seconds before Li Chuang replied in a low voice, "I understand. Don't go to sleep yet; I'm coming over right now to check it out."
Half an hour later, Li Chuang arrived. He quickly took off his shoes at the door and rushed barefoot to my computer.
He scrolled through all the comments on 【Chang Lu Ming】 repeatedly, then turned to look at me, his eyes gleaming with unusual excitement.
"Old Qin, you truly are a great writer; your instincts are sharp! Your judgment is correct—these details in the comments are identical to those from the scene of the Lin Wen Case twenty years ago. Moreover, some of these details were never accurately reported... In other words, it's unlikely that someone unrelated to this case would know them!"
I felt my breath catch.
"So... what do we do next? Should we catch this person?"
"Not so fast. If we catch them now, they won't confess. We need more concrete evidence..." Li Chuang rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
After a moment, he tilted his head and looked at me mischievously. "I'll file an application with my superiors first thing in the morning to reopen the investigation into the Lin Wen Case. Old Qin, you're now the key to solving this case!"
Me?
Without further explanation, Li Chuang tossed his coat onto the back of a chair and flopped onto my bed. "Let's get some sleep! I won't disturb you; I'll just crash here for the night!"
I stared at him incredulously as he sprawled across most of my bed. Who could blame me for being so impatient that I called this guy in the middle of the night? It was truly self-inflicted misery.
Silently, I turned off my computer and lights and lay down by the edge of the bed.
In the darkness, Li Chuang's breathing gradually became steady, while I found myself wide awake. Who exactly was this mysterious 【Chang Lu Ming】?
I suddenly realized that this case from twenty years ago was far from over.
Or rather, it had only just begun.
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