Detective Training Manual

　　 Zhou Yan frowned, his eyes focused on the author of the book...

　　 "Fat melon?"

　　 Isn't this what you call yourself when you are sick?

　　 Looking at these two words, Zhou Yan's mind was suddenly bewildered...If [Fat Melon] was a personality that I had imagined, how could it appear in this book?

　　 So, is this person Fat Gua real in this world?

　　 With a question mark in his head, Zhou Yan opened the book.

　　 The handwriting on the book is very dense, and it is all printed.

　　 [Second-rate_ Swordsman: Here comes! the first! 】

　　 [An Mixiu: Here comes it! 】

　　【Shrimp of Qi Xuan: Here Comes】

Zhou Yan just read the three lines and became even more daunted. First of all, judging from the colon ":" in the text, these words should all be dialogues, and the words [Second-Liu_刀客][安米修啊] It should represent different people.

　　 But who would call this kind of name, if the second-rate swordsman still makes sense, then [An Mi Xiu] What is this? It's just a few words that have no meaning at all.

　　 And these people keep saying [coming here], so where are they going?

　　 Zhou Yan scratched his head and continued to look down.

　　 It’s okay if I don’t look at it, but at first glance, it makes me a headache.

　　 [Cruel Knight: No, keep my claws, I am the toaster]

　　 [Ten thousand tons of anonymous letter: Then I want to contract all the sugar for this book]

　　【The intersection of reality and virtual spirit: real name? 】

　　 [Jakson Liu: Hahaha, I'm afraid]

　　 Zhou Yan sighed. He found that these words didn't seem to have any meaning. It felt like they were taken from random screenshots on a chat software, and they were not coherent.

　　 What is even more absurd is that some words were painted with black pens by some people.

For example, a person named [Yang Yangyangyangyang], the text behind him is: Foolish thinking: what happened before ████, ███████ book █ is big ███ consciousness-███ ███, ███, the humble usurper ███, wrote a ██ on ███ for the reason, lead ███...

　　 This **** thing was originally incomprehensible, and even painted it, Ziliang rubbed the black ink on it with his hand, and found that it couldn't be rubbed off at all.

　　 In desperation, Zhou Yan flipped back and found that the last line of words was [Nine Wind Dragon Race: Ah this]

　　 The rest is blank.

　　 Zhou Yan picked up the book again and shook, and confirmed that there was nothing in the book.

　　 Generally speaking, this is just a pile of waste paper...

　　 In this way, Zhou Yan no longer wastes time reading those strange words. He closed the book, and his eyes fell on the author column again.

　　【Fat melon】......

　　 Looking at these two words on the cover page, Zhou Yan felt that he should be lost in thought, but embarrassingly, he didn't know what he should think about.

　　Before he traveled, the owner of this body seemed to have some kind of schizophrenia, and he kept saying that he was a fat melon.

　　 Unfortunately, no one knew who [Fat Melon] was.

　　 But now Zhou Yan knows it, this [Fat Melon] is probably a writer.

　　 At least this "Handbook of Detective Practice" was written by him.

　　 Zhou Yan touched the cover of the book again. This kind of qualitative response was not made by someone who is idle at home, but by the publishing house using a specific machine.

　　 But... Since it is a book, why is there a bunch of inexplicable words in it?

　　 Is this a defective product?

　　 Thinking of this, Zhou Yan looked at the inside and outside cover of the book again, and found that...the book did not indicate which company the company was. It was as if there was a mistake in printing, which caused all the contents inside to be printed wrong, but the manufacturer did not find out, so they directly pasted the cover and started selling.

　　 Hmm...Thinking about it this way, it seems to make sense.

　　 Then why did this book appear in prison? Was it brought in by the last prisoner?

　　 Uh, if this is the case, then the last prisoner was also very tragic. I brought in a book, only to find it was a defective product.

　　 Well, anyway, for the time being, it explains why the content of this book is so confusing.

　　 Then, there are two questions left.

　　 One is...When I was mentally ill, why did I keep saying that I was a fat guy? Does it have anything to do with the author of this book?

　　 The second is...Where was this book hidden just now? Obviously there is no room for books on the ceiling

　　 Regarding the first question, Zhou Yan gave another hasty answer.

　　 He thinks he must have read this book written by [Fat Gua] before, and when he fell ill, he happened to confuse himself with the fellow Fat Gu.

　　 But, why did I read Fatgua's book, and the previous prisoner in this cell also happened to read Fatgua's book?

Is 　　 just a coincidence?

　　Emmm...This explanation is a bit far-fetched.

　　 Or, Fat Gua is a very famous writer, almost everyone has read his book?

　　 It’s not right to say that. If Fat Melon is famous, and when you get sick, it is impossible for those doctors to not know who [Fat Melon] is.

　　 It seems that all the speculations are not valid.

　　 "Then change your mind...find what you have in common with the previous prisoner."

　　 Zhou Yan said to himself, and in the next second, he found the answer.

　　 The biggest thing he has in common with this prisoner is that they are both locked in this prison.

　　 Thinking along this line of thought, the problem seems to have a reasonable explanation.

　　 Maybe a few months ago, UU read www.uukanshu. The prison of com purchased a batch of books, even inmates need to read it. This is normal.

　　 And in this batch of books, there are many books written by fat guys.

The reason is likely to be... [Fat Melon] The book written by this man is terrible and doesn’t sell well, so the publisher simply sold them all to the prison at a low price. This just explains why this There will be defective products in this book. After all, they are all books that cannot be sold, so who would put more effort into checking the quality?

　　啧, thinking about it this way, it seems that the explanation goes smoothly.

　　 Zhou Yan nodded, seemingly satisfied.

　　......

　　 In fact, the above series of assumptions have no basis at all. Zhou Yan only gave a reasonable explanation out of thin air in just a few minutes, and it was amazingly self-explanatory.

　　 He didn't know it himself, if the whole thoughts just now were explained by a term, it would be called [Utual Reasoning]. To explain in detail, it is necessary for the reasoner to use the scarce clues to construct a complete line of events.

　　 Although this kind of ability does not sound so cool, it is difficult to complete it in such a short time without professional training.

　　 Of course, Zhou Yan didn't know that he still had this ability, and he didn't care.

　　 There is one last question before him now.

　　 That's where the book was hidden just now?

　　 He lay on the bed, letting his head fall into the pillow.

　　 Looking at the ceiling without any decoration, thinking...thinking...

　　 After a while~

　　 "Fuck, can't think of it, sleep!"

　　......