Chapter 305 Motive for Murder
November 1, Yanjing Railway Station.
“Woo!”
The green leather train stopped slowly.
Gong Zhen looked out through the car window and saw a dense crowd of people standing on the platform. Looking around, it was a dense mass of people.
Protect your luggage carefully, it contains not only letters of introduction and a change of clothes, but also special gifts for others.
As I walked through the crowd, I saw wooden signs held at the exit, and one of them clearly read:
"Gangshizi, welcome home!"< br>
“It’s really bad.”
Gong Qie recognized his nickname at a glance, bit his lip, and ran over quickly.
When she saw Fang Yan with a smirk on her face, she was about to "raise an army to investigate", but suddenly found that Fang Hong was also waiting to greet her.
"Xiao Yue, you're here!"
"Hong, Hong..."
"Look, I forgot, what should I change my name to?"
“Sister.”
Gong Zhen's face turned red and his voice was as low as a mosquito.
When Fang Yan saw this, he chuckled, which immediately earned Fang Hong’s eyes. She lectured angrily:
“Xiao Xiaoxiao, why are you still standing there? Why don’t you hurry up and help? Xiaoqie is carrying your luggage!”
“Hey!”
Seeing his deflated look, the corners of Gongqie’s mouth raised. Sure enough, no matter how strong his brother was, he couldn’t escape the suppression of his sister’s blood.
"If he bullies you in the future, just tell my sister."
Fang Hong held her arm and walked as close as sisters.
Gong Zhen asked the question he wanted to ask, "Sister, why are you here?"
"Then you have to ask him."
Fang Hong He glanced at Fang Yan, who was picking up his luggage behind him.
Two days ago, Fang Yan had just returned to Yanjing from Tokyo. Taking advantage of the opportunity to distribute gifts, he confessed everything to Gong Cie in front of the whole family.
Even though she and Yang Xia had been mentally prepared for a long time, they were caught off guard by this sudden situation.
When I thought of the noisy scene at that time, I stared at him, the instigator, with both surprise and resentment.
“Have you already said it?!”
Gong Yue fiddled with the emerald ring in a panic.
"Let's face it, I even told you about his meeting with your family."
Fang Hong said half-jokingly: "You two have done such a good job of keeping secrets that you actually hid this from us. "For a long time."
"I'm sorry, sister, I..."
Looking at his silly wife's face with regret, Fang Yan curled her lips and said, "Sister, don't do it. You're just having fun with her, don't you and mom know about our relationship a long time ago?"
Fang Hong patted the back of Gong Qie's hand, "When I got married, I already knew that you two were going to do it! I have something to do, and I have been waiting for you to make it happen." He looked at her up and down, "Now, the stone hanging on our hearts can fall."
As Gong Zhen walked, he chatted about home affairs.
"Why do we still live in a guest house when we have a house to live in at home!"
Fang Hong revealed softly that Fang Yan had spent a lot of money to buy several courtyard houses, which also spoiled Han Yuemin.
"Yanzi has this problem. When he was in Shanghai, he asked me if he could buy a house in Shanghai."
Gong Qiao smiled and then said that he wanted to live in Shichahai Yandian. The house on Xiejie could be closer to Fang Hong's house.
"Shichahai, let's go together."
Seeing them talking and laughing, Fang Yan started laughing.
Then, the three of them came to the courtyard house in Shichahai, and Fang Hong wisely made space for the young couple to be alone together.
“It’s getting late, I should go back to the crew.”
“The crew?”
Gong Zhen couldn't help but wonder. He looked at Fang Yan and heard him say that Fang Hong had lost his iron job and was now working as a costume designer on the crew of "Dream of Red Mansions".
"Yes, I just asked for half a day's leave today."
Fang Hong waved goodbye, "Yanzi, take good care of Xiaoqi, and remember to take her home in a few days. Eat.”
Gong Zhen couldn't help but feel nervous when he heard that he was going to see his parents. When he saw Fang Yan saying "walk slowly" with a playful smile, he pursed his lips:
"Are you staying here too today? ”
"Then do you want me to live there, or not?"
Fang Yan showed a playful smile.
“You can’t live in your own house!”
Gong Qian shyly quickened his pace and came to his room.
It was clean and had obviously been carefully decorated. It looked a bit like a wedding room, and I was immediately confused.
After Fang Yan helped her settle down, he said jokingly: "I told my family that I will stay here tonight, just live in..."
Gong Qie's heart was pounding, and he was red from his neck to his cheeks. Ear, opened her mouth: "You...you...can you wait..."
Fang Yan held her hand Holding his hand, he walked out of the house with a smile, "I live next door to you, this is the room!"
Gong Chou looked in the direction pointed by his finger, and then realized that he had been "teased", and he was ashamed Annoyed, he raised his fist and struck:
“You are so bad!”
"Bad? I haven't started to do bad things yet!"
Fang Yan hugged her waist and pulled her into his arms, like a closed valley suddenly opening up, and the strong wind blew in endlessly. The fallen leaves falling in the yard are like a thick pile of missing each other.
It was obviously autumn, but on her lips, there was spring that was about to emerge.
…………
Before I knew it, a long time passed.
Fang Yan held Gong Cie's hand and walked around the entire courtyard, looking inside and outside.
"In the future, you can plant some flowers and plants here, set up a doghouse there, and raise two dogs, one for you and one for me..."
"This is the warehouse!"
“Why are there so many boxes.”
Gong Xie saw the piles of boxes and asked, "What's in them?"
Fang Yan opened one of the boxes and asked, "Of course it's your favorite calligraphy and painting. There are probably more than 9,000 of them here."
“Nine thousand?!” Gong Qiannan Yi Xin said: "How come there are so many? How much does it cost!"
"It's not expensive, it's only about 200,000."
With the sound of "That Mountain That Man, That Dog" was a best-seller in Japan. Fang Yan's pockets were bulging and he was extremely rich.
Gong Qian was stunned, but quickly recovered.
After all, he was either buying a house in Xiangjiang or investing in stocks in the United States. He gradually became numb and even started to get used to it.
"Don't you like calligraphy and painting? You can appreciate it anytime and anywhere in the future. How about it, are you happy?"
Fang Yan blinked his right eye.
“I’m happy to be happy.”
Gong Jie said: "But you don't seem to be telling the truth?"
Fang Yan didn't hide anything and told the truth, "In the future, we will open a private art museum, and you will be the director."
"There are two British butlers at the door. They are wearing wigs and are very gentlemen. As soon as the tourists come in, they don't care. It's okay, 'mayIhelpyou, sir', with an authentic British London accent, Beier has face!"
"In addition to calligraphy and paintings, there are also some old objects, and the aromatherapy burner lights up a good cigarette, just one word, Full of style!”
“…”
"Xiaojie, do you think that if an art museum like this is opened to the public in the future, how much should the entrance fee be?"
"Ten yuan?"
Gongjie suppressed his smile and talked with him. crosstalk.
"Ten yuan? That's the cost, at least twenty yuan!"
Fang Yanle said: "Don't think it's expensive, we won't discount it!"
"Then are you the curator, or am I the curator?" Gong Qian rolled his eyes, "Do you make the decision, or do I?"
Fang Yan said, "Of course you are the curator, you make the decision ”< br>
"That's it. If I make the decision, I would rather let more people have the opportunity to appreciate these calligraphy and paintings."
Gong Qie followed him out of the warehouse and walked into the study. .
Fang Yan said: "Here, you have been here last time."
"I came with Xiaojing, Xiaoyu and the others."
Gong Qian hummed, looking around, and his eyes quickly fell on the stacks of detective suspense novels on the table.
Fang Yan simply explained the whole story clearly, "So, I am going to write a mystery novel."
Gong Jie asked: "Have you decided what to write?"
“I have two directions. One is historical reasoning that favors ancient koan novels.”
Fang Yan said, "The other is socialist reasoning, using narrative trickery to write a good play."
Gong Qie asked: "What is narrative trickery?"
" Narrative trickery is a common pattern in mystery novels, just like the locked room and prophecy genres. The style is the same as that of Blizzard Villa."
Fang Yan smiled, "In fact, it is nothing more than using narrative techniques, playing with words, and designing traps to mislead readers."
Gong Chou was held by him. I sat down on my knees, blushing, and listened to his examples.
"For example, I am a worker. Although I smoke, drink and perm my hair, my boss praises me as an activist and my neighbors praise me as a good person. I have always been kind to others and harmless to humans and animals."
"But one day, I I went to a friend's house and found that my friend was dead, and it was obviously a murder."
"I immediately called the police, and the police took a note of me, and I also provided some evidence that seemed reliable. clue, final pair The police said, 'After my friend was killed, I cried all day long, and my mood fell to the lowest point. Please find the murderer of my friend!"
"The situation progressed rapidly, and the case was handed down in less than two days! Broken, the police summoned me to the police station for a celebration meeting. "At the celebration meeting, the police told me that the criminal who killed your friend had been found, and then put silver handcuffs on me." ”
"In other words, this 'I' is the murderer, right?"
Gong Xie's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Yes, this is using the identity of the first discoverer to create false clues to gain the trust of readers."
Fang Yan smiled, "Of course this is the simplest and most complex It depends on age, gender, and cognition.”
Gong Qie became more and more interested: “What about you?”
Fang Yan said: "I plan to put some thought into the motive."
Gong Zhen asked curiously: "Motive?"
"As the saying goes, if there is a cause, there will be a result. Is it just a matter of killing people? There must be a motive? Or, there must be a big reason for a murder to occur? Everyone agrees that there is a motive. "Fang Yan said, "The motive behind the murder can involve social issues, human conflicts, and even warmth. Look, how interesting it is!"
(End of this chapter)< br>