Picking out a random paragraph of the text in the notebook caused shivers to run down Chen Shi and Lin Dongxue’s spine. This was absolutely psychopathic. At the same time, it was written so well. It was far better than Xin Bai's online novel.
The entire notebook contained disgusting and explicit content. It recorded the mental journey of a murderer. Lin Dongxue said, "I’m going to have nightmares after reading this. Can this book convict him?"
"Are these true? He’s an author. An author’s profession is creating fiction." Chen Shi expressed doubt.
"From a certain point of view, writers are also the best at lying and acting. They will act like different characters from their works. You’ve said that professions would alienate a part of a person. People who write these things for a long time wouldn’t be psychologically normal, right? These skills extend to reality. Presumably, his lying skills are also at a MAX, so the private lives of some writers are extremely chaotic."
"Haha, you’ve forcefully explained everything. I don’t think writing these things will make people turn bad. If we use this rationale, would people soar up into the sky in broad daylight if they were to write cultivation novels? The deterioration can only be due to personal reasons. No serious profession can make a person bad." Chen Shi looked at the notebook in his hands. "This should be debated. Don't think so arbitrarily that this is evidence of a crime."
"Oh. Let's head back!"
Before leaving, Chen Shi took one last look around the place. Lin Dongxue asked him what he was looking for. Chen Shi replied, "Where’s the camera? Xin Bai showed great resistance to the camera. It wasn’t an act. The place where he lives should have a camera."
"It must be fake, right? I think he’s acting. Who would install a camera at home? It’s not like he’s being imprisoned
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