Detective Training Manual

　　 Zhou Yan was stunned.

"Fat...Fat melon...?" He repeated the name dumbfounded, and subconsciously looked to the sides, as if he was expecting to see the messenger. same.

　　 However, the corridor extends to both sides...It is empty and a little disturbing...

　　 Zhou Yan cast his gaze to the letter in his hand again.

　　 The mailing address is blank.

　　 This is also normal, because the place of delivery is not important. In many cases, the courier or the postman will just click and it will be over.

　　 And the receiving address...Where is Suihua?

　　 He looked at these two words, although he didn't know where it was, but it was obviously not the place where he lived now.

　　 So... why is this letter sent here?

Is 　　 sent to me?

　　 But how could anyone know that I live here?

　　 Zhou Yan seems to have returned to the time when he was hit in the head by the book, feeling extremely absurd, completely confused...

　　 So, he took the letter, turned around and went to Room 505, and knocked on the door.

　　 Soon, the door was opened, and Li Huan stood inside the door, looking at Zhou Yan with some surprise.

　　 "Are you leaving?" She seemed to ask happily.

　　 "No." Zhou Yan replied directly, and then shook the letter in his hand: "Are you a fat melon?"

　　 "Fat melon? Is that the author you talked about the other day? I said I don't know him."

　　 "Then...why is this letter sent to you."

　　 "Huh?" Li Huan was also stunned. She took the letter in Zhou Yan's hand and glanced at it: "The address above is not here."

　　 "It's caught under the crack of the door of Room 506." Zhou Yan pointed to the door next door

"Then...then it is the wrong delivery." Li Huan also frowned: "No, the security in this community is very strict. Mail delivery can only be delivered to the mailbox downstairs, not home. At the door."

　　 As soon as he heard this, Zhou Yan's brows wrinkled deeper.

　　 "You...why do you care so much about this fat melon." Li Huan hesitated and asked.

　　 Zhou Yan's thoughts subconsciously fell on the book in his pocket, but on the surface he simply shook his head: "Nothing, just ask."

"Oh."

　　 A second later, Zhou Yan raised his head and looked at the girl opposite: "I'm not leaving, I want to stay here for a few more days..."

"what!???"

　　......

　　......

　　 Just like that, Zhou Yan still stayed.

　　 It's really not that he wants to cheat. He wanted to stay a few more days, just to try if he could receive the letter to Fat Melon again, even... he wanted to try if he could catch the messenger.

　　 "This thing...is too strange!" He muttered, leaning on the sofa.

　　 Before I was born again, Zhou Yan in this world was schizophrenic, calling myself a fat melon.

　　 Then, it was the book that appeared out of thin air in my hand.

　　 Now, there are even letters sent to the wrong address.

　　 All these things are related to [Fat Melon], but there is no information about Fat Melon on the Internet.

　　 This is too strange.

　　 Zhou Yan thought for a while, and found that he had no clue at all, so he curled his lips and tore the envelope open.

　　 Although it’s a bit unqualified to move other people’s letters, Zhou Yan doesn’t care anymore.

　　 However, what made him even more surprised was that there was only a piece of paper that had been torn in half.

　　 This paper couldn’t be more ordinary. I don’t know what it was torn from. It is only the size of a palm, and there are only a few words on it...

　　【Hold on, it will always get better】

　　 is handwritten, written with a blue ballpoint pen, and the handwriting is a bit sloppy.

　　 Zhou Yan looked at the inexplicable letter in his hand, and really realized what it means to be one head and two big ones.

　　 Then, he took out his phone again.

　　 I searched for the place "Suihua" on the Internet.

　　 It turns out that there is no such place at all.

　　 "No? You can't find it in the city?" Zhou Yan's whole body is not good.

　　 This is a book and a letter again. Now I can't even find the address of the letter. Everything has a strange smell, making him scratch his heart.

and many more!

　　Book!

　　 Zhou Yan seems to have thought of something suddenly.

　　 He quickly got up, then ran to the study, took a picture of the "Detective Handbook" on the table, and picked up a pen.

　　 [Who is the fat melon? 】

　　 He wrote in the book.

After 　　 finished writing, he stared at the line for a few minutes, but he also knew that there was a delay in talking to each other in this book, so no one would answer him for a while.

　　 In desperation, Zhou Yan could only sit on the sofa with such doubts.

　　 Naturally, he is not waiting.

　　 In this process, he just started to read the text in the book just like reading a novel.

Before, because of the emergency, coupled with Zhou Yanfei's average reading speed, he immediately ignored things that had nothing to do with the case. Now that he is finally idle, he is going to read what he didn't notice before. Those comments.

　　 [In Xia Richuan Steel Plate: Kill them all directly]

　　 "Fuck, is this big brother so irritable, who is he going to kill?"

　　 [Yun Tian Shen Shen: One blood! 】

　　 "Hi...This is another murder and another blood. Why are these people suddenly irritable?!"

[Ghost of Fudu: Hello, Zhou Yan, when we first met, I am the ghost of Fudu. Please don’t spend time on the history of the book. You will know about it in the future~www.wuxiahere.com~ Also, you know about transposition Encryption algorithm, this is the first attempt]

　　 Zhou Yan frowned.

　　 "Ghost? Is this guy a dead person?

　　 He told me not to waste time on the origin of the book. To put it another way, this person should know the origin of the book. And listening to what this guy means, I will definitely know in the future.

　　 But even though I said that, I’m really curious. How could I really just sit and wait for the truth to hit me on the head?

　　And...what the **** is the transposition encryption algorithm?

　　 Check it out if you have time. "

　　 Zhou Yan just flipped through the books in his hand, trying to figure out some clues about [Fatty Melon] in my mind.

　　At the same time...in the center of the city.

　　 A meeting is being held.

　　 This is a 21-story office building, although it is not so eye-catching in the surrounding buildings. But as a detective agency, it is absolutely top-notch.

　　The most important thing is that the golden border on the edge of that huge sign represents that there is a [Sherlock] detective in this detective agency!

　　 This is indeed worth showing off...

　　 And now, in the conference room on the top floor, on both sides of the long table, many people have already sat down. These people are all detectives, and at the lowest level, they are also of Marple's level.

　　 silence...no one speaks.

　　Because there is still one key person who hasn't arrived yet.

　　 Suddenly, the door of the meeting room was pushed open.

"Sorry, I am late."

　　 Lin Xi walked in... said.