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Of course, Ke Huailan didn't know that Xiang Ling was a reporter. In his impression, Xiang Ling's image was more like an unemployed vagrant with no shortage of money. After all, he could go to class on time from Monday to Sunday every day, and the class time was still within the limits of ordinary people. Normal work afternoon.

Today, his doubts were finally answered. The student who seemed to have no shortage of money turned out to be a novelist.

"Are you going to write about related subjects?" asked curiously to the hunky man who pulled the chair to Lingling.

"That's right, let me give you a general outline of the story. The content is that the heroine investigates a mystery that has not been solved for many years. The process is very bumpy. I have almost decided how to make her rough. Anyway, in the end, the heroine found the murderer. My question now is how to get the murderer to instruct other prisoners in the prison to kill key witnesses outside the prison, without leaving any traces." That's right, Xiang Ling has almost figured out how to fool these people people.

Hunk A slapped his thigh and said, "If you ask me, outsiders can't do this at all. The murderer must be an insider, and he must be a high-level person!"

"Why can't people outside? Can't the grassroots?" Xiang Ling asked: "The grassroots looks more reversed."

"The grassroots are not good, they have no power." The savage man B shook his head and said, "If you write the black hand behind the scenes as the grassroots policeman, although there is a reversal, it lacks authenticity."

"why?"

"Because there are regulations in our detention centers and prisons, any outsider who enters the prison to meet prisoners must leave a visit record, but the high-level does not use it, and even has special privileges to avoid monitoring."

"How high is the position to be privileged?"

"At least at the level of the chief of police."

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