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"Qiao Hong, you fool, so what if you were married before?" I won't despise you. Why didn't you tell me why you had to face that crazy guy by yourself? " Kneeling in front of Qiao Hong's portrait, Su Yi couldn't stop crying. "I love you. I will accept everything you have …"

"Su Yi, the murderer will be executed in a few days. Don't be too sad!" Ji Lin gently placed a bunch of white chrysanthemums in front of the grave.

"Let me cry once more. This is the last time …" Did you know, last night I dreamed of Qiao Hong, she was still beautiful and gentle. She told me she was going to a new country. "She wants me to take good care of myself and live well …"

Ji Lin nodded, then said in surprise: "But you guys say it's not surprising, Su Yi, you actually found the culprit using a novel. If I didn't see it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it! That author is really too talented! Su Yi, you must thank him properly. "

"After reading that novel, I was also shocked. I even suspected that the author was the murderer …" Su Yi touched his chest and said with lingering fear, "Luckily, we caught the killer now …"

The author of the horror novel was called "Bloody Amber." Oddly, there was very little information about the blood-red amber. In this era of microblogging, blogging and WeChat, the post-80s author seemed to have been cut off from the Internet, leaving not a single word online.

Su Yi was someone who knew how to repay kindness. After he completely walked out of the shadow of the murder case, he started to think of ways to contact Bloody Amber in order to express his gratitude.

What a mystery writer! Just as Su Yi was sighing with emotion, the internal phone on the table rang.

"Young Master Su, I'm your father's secretary, Uncle Liu." I've already contacted the magazine that worked closely with Bloody Amber, and I've succeeded in getting her private number. "

"It's that easy?" Su Yi raised his eyebrows.

"Originally, the editor was also unwilling to give it, but …" There was a hint of cunning in the secretary's voice. "Later on, I reserved half a year of advertising in their magazines."

"Well done." Su Yi squinted his eyes. Money can make a difference!

"Hello?" It was a slightly cold voice on the other end of the line.

Su Yi was so happy that he nearly jumped up from his chair. He had made over ten calls at different times, but none of them had answered. Now, he had finally answered.

"You, hello. Are you the Blood Amber?" Su Yi was a bit nervous, and his voice was also somewhat stuttering.

"I am, may I ask who you are —"

"Oh, I'm one of your readers." Su Yi hurriedly said, "It's like this. A month ago, I accidentally read one of your novels. It's called 'Shattered'. This novel helped me a lot, and I used it to catch the murderer of my fiancée. God, it's all so coincidental, you know? "The protagonist of the novel …"

"Stop!" A voice that didn't contain much emotion interrupted Su Yi's excited words, "I'm not interested in any of these things."

Su Yi was a little surprised. The rumors in the outside world said that the blood-colored amber character was cold and stubborn. Could it be true? However, a literary person seemed to be somewhat different from ordinary people …

When he thought of this, a smile once again rose on Su Yi's face. "In short, your novel has helped me greatly. I want to thank you personally! Did you know that just over two months ago, my fiancée was killed, and her appearance, personality, and even her encounters are exactly the same as the female lead in your "Shattered" novel?! In the novel, the killer is the heroine's fiancé. "I was just trying to find out what the plot of the novel was all about. I didn't expect it to be true …"

"I'm sorry, I don't want to know about you." There was a hint of impatience in Crimson Amber's voice.

"I just wanted to thank you in person." Su Yi frowned slightly, but his tone was still sincere. "Without your novel, it would have been impossible for me to catch the culprit."

"Thank me?" The other end of the phone seemed to sneer, "That's not necessary, I'm not writing novels to get people to thank me. I did it for my ideals, and creation is my ideals, do you understand? Is there anything else? I'm not hanging up anymore! "

"I think …" Just as Su Yi said those two words, a "du du" sound came from the phone — Blood Amber actually hung up.

After putting down the phone, Su Yi fell into deep thought.

No, this was all wrong! Why was this blood-colored amber treating him with such a cold attitude? It could even be said that it rejected him. Is it not a good thing that, as a writer, one's own novel can help the reader? Most authors should be happy and relieved to know such a thing. But this Blood-Amber was so impatient, so cold, and even rejected his thanks. Why was that? Also, the plot in his novel had actually happened in reality. Any author would be extremely shocked after hearing about this, right? But the blood-red amber did not! Could it be that he had known in advance that there was a murder case, and that his creation had come from that case? So he wasn't surprised? However, Qiao Hong's case had been a hot topic at the time. The newspapers had also published it, so it wasn't strange for people to know about it. But...

Su Yi's heart leaped. He suddenly realized that he had neglected an important matter — when the novel was published, the police were still fretting over who the murderer was! How did he know about the murderer in advance? Unless the author was also involved in the murder case – this novel clearly depicted the bloody reality, which was why it overlapped with reality to an astonishing degree!

There must be something wrong with this blood-red amber! Su Yi dialed Officer Fang's number.

It was raining heavily and a small, silver-gray car was parked in front of the entrance to 'Zhongxing Garden'. The car window slowly rolled down and a pair of sharp eyes began to size up apartment B in the residential area.

This was an aristocratic district located in the heart of the city. The people who lived here were either rich or noble, and they were all standing at the top of the pyramid.

Directly across from B Building was a small apartment D, separated by a green belt of about 20 metres. Su Yi really didn't expect that the blood-red amber would actually live in such an upscale district! Could it be that suspense writing was such a "money" job?

His phone rang. Su Yi quickly picked it up.

"Young Master Su, I've already finished your orders. I'll send it to you through email later."

"Yes." Su Yi nodded with a bit of excitement. "Uncle Liu, thank you."

Su Yi opened his laptop and quickly received the mail. Opening the email, the first thing that entered his sight was a somewhat blurry picture. It was a man in his early thirties with a pale complexion and a thin face. His eyebrows were slightly pale and his eyes flashed with a persistent light. A detailed description was attached below: Blood-red Amber. Her original name was Yuan Yangfan, and her only son was the head of the second largest supermarket chain in the province. Launched in 2006, he became an expert in horror mystery fiction and achieved great success on his own. In 2009, it disappeared from the industry, and in 2011 it began to republish, and it became popular again...

It turned out to be a genuine fuerdai, which made Su Yi even more interested. As the only son of a group's boss, instead of inheriting his father's career, he chose the writing business. From this, it could be seen that he was extremely fond of this profession. What kind of person was this? Was Qiao Hong's death related to him? No, I have to investigate carefully!

The monthly rent was almost ten thousand yuan, which was the price of living in apartment D, but Su Yi didn't care about that. This time, he did not let Uncle Liu run errands for him. Instead, he personally went to the ZTE Garden.