Death Game: Starting as a fraudster, pretending to be a god.

Chapter 1175 The Decisive Moment

After Zuo Xi called the police, the police arrived at the scene quickly.

The cordon was set up and the murderer was found as a body, announcing that although the case was not over, it was almost over.

Zuo Xi sat in the police car on the way back, responding to the car's mainly concerned words from the old criminal police officer who was driving the car.

But that's not important.

The important thing is...

Those cheap plots actually happened to Meng Yang.

This made Zuo Xi almost confused.

A person who can write a novel of that quality, even if she may appear cheerful and cheerful contrary to the core of the novel, should have deeply experienced the pain that is so heavy that it cannot be lifted up. No matter how much she leaves the pain to the readers, she would never be able to write something like that without experiencing it.

So, no matter what, she shouldn't be like this...

vulgar.

Zuo Xi couldn't understand.

After the police officer finished taking her statement, he sent her back to school. Zuo Xi, who had skipped classes for an entire afternoon and returned in a police car, temporarily replaced Meng Yang and became the new focus of discussion.

However, since Zuo Xi himself is not very famous, it probably won’t be long before the current hot topic on campus will return to Meng Yang.

In addition, when Zuo Xi was questioned, he made up an excuse that was least likely to attract attention, namely "traffic accident dispute".

Before school was over, the discussion about Zuo Xi had completely subsided.

After the evening study ended, Zuo Xi, as a boarding student, left the campus again.

But this time she asked for leave - because she had just returned from a police car in the afternoon, the head teacher naturally approved Zuo Xi's leave.

Although the "case" has come to an end, she has seen the "truth" more confidently than anyone else.

But that is just the truth of the case, not about "Meng Yang".

So, Zuo Xi decided to... visit Meng Yang's parents.

Although the time was a bit abrupt no matter how you looked at it, Meng Yang's parents were not very surprised when they opened the door and saw that it was Zuo Xi.

After all... they already knew from the police that Zuo Xi helped the police find the suspect's body.

In addition, Meng Yang seemed to have mentioned Zuo Xi to his parents.

Therefore, Meng Yang's parents received Zuo Xi as usual as if he were a guest at home.

Judging from the haggard expressions of this middle-aged couple and the family photos placed in more than one place in their home, Meng Yang's family relationships are harmonious, and her parents are loving and love her.

Moreover, he was also very friendly and kind to his daughter Zuo Xi's friend.

Zuo Xi somewhat presumptuously suggested that he wanted to go and take a look at Meng Yang's room, and the two did not object.

"This is Meng Yang's room."

Rather than a high school girl's bedroom, this place looks more like a study - calligraphy works are hung on the wall, and a wooden bookcase filled with books stands against the wall.

The wooden single bed, which also seemed to be handmade, was covered with plain solid-color sheets, and the pillows were made of bamboo wrapped with buckwheat and cassia seeds. The smell was not fragrant, but very pleasant.

Zuo Xi walked to the table that was integrated with the bookcase. Meng Yang probably studied and wrote here on weekdays.

There is an open laptop on the desk.

Zuo Xi hesitated for a moment and pressed the power button of the laptop.

There is no password set for the computer, and I enter the desktop as soon as I turn it on.

There was a folder named "Manuscripts" on the desktop. After Zuo Xi opened the folder, he found more than ten documents with Russian titles in it.

But among them, eight documents were marked "published" in Chinese.

After Zuo Xi clicked on it, he saw a bilingual novel in Chinese and Russian - the original text was in Russian, with a Chinese translation at the bottom.

And this article...

"It was published in the second monthly magazine last semester..."

Zuo Xi murmured.

This is not the case when Meng Yang wrote the book in both Chinese and Russian...

Instead, she plagiarized a Russian novel.

even……

This wasn't even translated by Meng Yang himself.

The above document comes from a compressed package, which was sent by Meng Yang's father to his daughter via a chat software.

The translator was naturally Meng Yang's father.

From the chat records between father and daughter, Zuo Xi knew the whole story.

A few years ago, Meng Yang's father translated an article by a new Russian writer who was completely unknown in China. However, due to the writer's subsequent political stance and misconduct, Meng Yang's father ultimately did not publish or release the article.

Meng Yang asked his father for all the original translation manuscripts on the grounds that he "wanted to read new works."

After that, Meng Yang processed and polished the manuscripts himself, turned them into his own novels, and submitted them to the literary society's monthly magazine.

Zuo Xi looked at the chat history and felt his mind was in chaos.

Yeah yeah……

This is really the most reasonable explanation.

Why didn’t I think of it?

The reason why Meng Yang is separated from her articles... is because these articles were not written by her at all.

why?

Is it because of vanity, or do you want your resume to look better?

Or do you not want these articles to be seen by anyone in the country?

Zuo Xi had no way of knowing these things because Senior Meng Yang was no longer around, and she had no way of asking Meng Yang what she thought.

But these are no longer important to Zuo Xi - even if Meng Yang was still alive, he might not ask her any questions.

It seemed that Meng Yang did not have the answer he wanted.

Like herself, she was just... not special, not the "protagonist".

Judging from those novels, the original author probably already understood this a long time ago, but Meng Yang might not even realize it.

When searching the Internet for the name of the emerging Russian writer, Zuo Xi was not surprised to find that he had also committed suicide by shooting himself after getting drunk in a cold winter three years ago. He was only 25 years old when he died.

Zuo Xi suddenly felt a little confused.

It wasn't sadness or resentment, but rather a hollow, indescribable feeling that lingered in her heart. She subconsciously closed the webpage and returned to the chat history and file transfer records between Meng Yang and her father.

Zuo Xi suddenly noticed that there were several files named "Literary Society Submissions" below the list.

At this moment, Zuo Xi suddenly felt something was wrong.

Why should the literary club send its submissions to its own father?

Moreover, all of them were published this year and there are only three articles in total.

For some unknown reason, Zuo Xi opened the three submissions - all of them were manuscripts that had not been approved by the literary club.

Zuo Xi was stunned and used the file to locate those parts of the chat history.

Then, even through the screen, one could seem to hear the words in Meng Yang's lively voice jumping on the screen.

"Dad, this is a manuscript written by a freshman in our literature club. It's so creative, it gave me goosebumps."

"Do you think she could enter an essay contest or something? I think it'd be a shame if her talent didn't go that route."

"Right, Dad, I didn't lie to you. Although I can't write, I still have a discerning eye for books!"

"Recommendations are crucial for this kind of competition [wink]"

"Okay, thank you, Dad. I'll try to persuade her."

"If that doesn't work, how about I secretly sign her up next month?"

Looking at these joyful characters, Zuo Xi felt a little breathless.

She closed the laptop screen with a "snap" - then Zuo Xi saw the pink photo frame hidden behind the computer.

The photo frame was not filled with family photos, literature club photos, or photos with her boyfriend.

Zuo Xi was lost in thought for a few seconds as he looked at the photo frame where he saw himself making a scissors hand gesture awkwardly, and Meng Yang, who was hugging him with a bright smile.

Afterwards, she sat on the chair that Meng Yang had sat on countless times. In the absurd and nihilistic mood that almost drowned her, the sixteen-year-old Zuo Xi leaned back slightly and laughed helplessly.

“I want to be a writer.”

She looked towards the ceiling and spoke for no apparent reason.

Lin Yu, who witnessed all this, lowered his eyes.

"Um……"

At this moment, he could somewhat understand Zuo Xi's feelings.

However, for Lin Yu, this experience is more important...

He knew Zuo Xi's secret.

"If I could disguise myself as 'Meng Yang' and appear before Zuo Xi at the right time... maybe it would have an unexpected effect."