The original novel of the Taiwanese drama 《Not A Murder Story》 is called: 《Not A Murder Story》 (Author: Li Tonghao).

The original novel appears early, emphasizing the endless aftertaste of solving crimes through words.The novel begins with a bizarre murder in an apartment building, and unfolds the unexpected developments layer by layer.

Li Tonghao

Graduated from the School of Journalism of Fudan University, is a reporter for the People Group of Mirror Weekly, and runs the Facebook fan page of Say Dirty Words to Me and the same name.He is the author of 《The Red House》,《Alibis》,《The Silk Road Breakup Travel》.

Taiwanese drama《Not A Murder Story》Excerpts from the original novel

On Thursday, Monkey goes to take the exam

Friday the monkey goes dancing

On Saturday, the monkey goes to fight six

Monday, monkey paints

Monday, monkey wears new clothes

On Thursday, the monkey goes to the exam (Chapter Reading)

Mr. Zhang has always followed the rules, and the biggest sin in his life is to write on the books he borrowed from the library. However, when he saw a police car at the door of his apartment building after get off work, his heart still beat violently.

The lights on the roof of the police car flashed, red on the left and blue on the right.Mr. Zhang, who works as an editor in a publishing house, remembered that he had compiled a popular science book before and knew that blue and red are the primary colors of warm and cold colors. Such a sharp contrast can attract more attention.Mr. Zhang always remembers the trivial knowledge that has no real help in life better than anyone else.

Mr. Zhang walked into the atrium and saw a policeman surrounded by crowds.

"Mr. Zhang, something happened to your stewardess on the fifth floor. She was murdered. It's terrible." Mrs. Hong from the second floor saw him and said worriedly, grinning, and her cheek muscles trembled vaguely, like a smile.

"Mr. Zhang?" The policeman turned to him and asked him if he knew Ms. Su, who was on the fifth floor. Was she at home at one o'clock in the morning on Wednesday? Did she hear anyone arguing or see suspicious people coming in and out?All the crowd's eyes turned to him, and Mr. Zhang lowered his head, feeling embarrassed."It's not like we know each other, we just nodded when we met in the elevator."Yes, I was there, but I fell asleep and didn't hear anything.""

Mr. Zhang answered questions and answers, but when he answered, Miss Su's face appeared in his mind.

One time when he got home from work, he got out of the MRT station and was caught in the rain. He held an umbrella and stood at the intersection waiting for the traffic light. A girl leaned on the edge of the umbrella. He turned around and found that it was Miss Su. They seemed to have met in the elevator.He nodded slightly like that.

"Everything was fine, then it started raining." said the girl.

"Eh."Mr. Zhang chimed in.

The two of them sat under the umbrella and waited for the light to turn green.He secretly moved the umbrella over, exposing his shoulders to the sticky rain.When the light turned green, Ms. Su turned her head and said thank you to him, then covered her forehead with her palms and started running quickly. When Mr. Zhang saw this, he strode forward to stand shoulder to shoulder with her.

"Oh, no need," Miss Su said with a smile, "It's not raining heavily, we'll be here soon."Miss Su's forehead and hair were covered with rainwater. After she finished speaking, she got back into the rain.The umbrella in Mr. Zhang's hand was either open or unsupported. He simply put it away and followed her step by step through the rain.

Ms. Su wore a pair of knee-high red rain boots. Mr. Zhang noticed that she seemed to love those boots.On another sunny day, he and Mrs. Zhang met her in the elevator.Jeans, a cotton plaid shirt and those red rain boots.He secretly discussed with Mrs. Zhang how strange it was that this woman was wearing rain boots on a hot day.Mrs. Zhang laughed out loud, "Those are Wellington boots. A pair costs four to five thousand yuan. They were worn by Princess Diana, Brigitte Lin, and Kate Moss. What kind of rain boots?! You are so ridiculous.""

Mr. Zhang was absent-mindedly thinking about the past. He quietly withdrew from the crowd and opened the mailbox to get the mail.When I walked to the elevator door, I saw that the elevator door was about to close, so I stepped forward and pressed the switch to get in.Inside stood Mrs. Wang, who lived on the third floor, and her four-year-old boy, and the old woman who lived on the fourth floor, her lips pursed as sternly as the Egyptian Sphinx. Behind her, the Indian maid held a red poodle in her arms.He lowered his head and said sorry. He saw the door closed and then slowly opened. A middle-aged man in a suit stood at the door. He was another resident on the fourth floor.The man was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Oh, you go up first."

The elevator door closes."Mom, mom, that uncle hates dogs the most.Rongrong said.Mrs. Wang touched Rongrong's head and asked him not to talk nonsense."It's true," Rongrong recited the nursery rhyme unwillingly, "Monkey wears new clothes on Monday, monkey is hungry on Tuesday, monkey goes climbing on Wednesday, monkey goes to exam on Thursday..." Rongrong raised her head and said to Mrs. Wang: "Mom,Mom, monkey has an exam today."

Today is Thursday.

Mr. Zhang came to the door of his home and saw that a yellow blockade had been pulled up on the opposite door.He took out his keys and opened the door and entered the house. The first thing he did was to turn on the TV and switch to the news channel. He turned around and put down his keys and briefcase, took off his shirt and suit pants and changed into sports shorts. "A bizarre death occurred in Banqiao District, New Taipei City the night before.A 30-year-old flight attendant named Su was found dead at home this morning with multiple stab wounds on her back and chest.Forensic personnel said that Su Nu was lying next to the door. However, what is puzzling is that the dining table was decorated with flowers, candlesticks and red wine. There was no sign of a fight, and the door was chained, forming a secret room like a mystery novel. What exactly was it?Homicide or suicide remains to be clarified by the police.It is understood that the stewardess surnamed Su lives alone, and most of her family members are abroad. Only one sister lives in Hsinchu.Because she did not arrive for work on Wednesday, the company contacted the flight attendant sister. The sister came to the flight attendant's residence and found that the door was locked. She asked a locksmith to break the door chain, and then found the deceased lying in a pool of blood. The time of death was estimated to be around 1 to 2 o'clock in the morning on Wednesday......" Mr. Zhang was listening to the news, and a piano melody came to his mind. The melody was quite familiar, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember what it was.

He opened the refrigerator with that piano melody, and the Lock and Twist boxes were stacked one after another, all written by Mrs. Zhang.Mrs. Zhang works as an editor at a newspaper and arrives at the company at three o'clock in the afternoon.She cooked the meal at noon and went out at about two o'clock. She came home at about midnight. Because she went to bed and got up at different times, she slept in a separate room with Mr. Zhang.Two people with different schedules basically live their own lives under the same roof.

Mr. Zhang eats alone, washes dishes, watches TV and takes out the trash. His days are no different from other days, but today is different. Today, a person died next door to his house.He was lying on the sofa, reading - postal law pre-examination questions - and reviewing the details of the unsolved case on the hourly news in each section.

When Mrs. Zhang came home at midnight, he told Mrs. Zhang that the flight attendant next door was dead.

Mrs. Zhang said she knew, and she even dealt with this page at night.She said that not long after Mr. Zhang went out, TV reporters and the police came.As Mrs. Zhang spoke, she changed the topic. She said that she was going back to Douliu on Saturday as a holiday. Her grandfather's dementia was getting more and more serious, and he didn't even recognize his uncle anymore.She took the overnight train back after work on Friday, and went straight to work at the newspaper office on Sunday morning after returning from Douliu.Mr. Zhang asked if she wanted to accompany him back, but she said no.She walked into the bathroom to wash up, and then shouted through the door: "I'll negotiate with the landlord after a while. I was so high-spirited before, but now it's fine. Someone died next to the house. Maybe I can get an extra 10% off.""

Mr. Zhang said good night to her and went back to the room.He was lying on the bed, but he couldn't sleep at all. He was as excited as if he had drank coffee, and there was something faintly beating in his temples.It might have been an hour, or it might have been longer. He didn't bother to look at his watch, so he didn't know.He got up and went to the kitchen to drink water. Mrs. Zhang had already gone back to her room to fall asleep after watching TV.The house was quiet and the refrigerator compressor was humming.Someone in the household upstairs seemed to have just taken a shower, and the sound of water rushing from the ceiling was flowing down the drain pipe.The melody suddenly came to his mind again.

chopin.《Nocturne》No. 9, No. 2.

He remembered that on the night when Miss Su was killed, he heard Chopin's Nocturne coming from the other side of the wall.Keywords popped up one after another in the news like the sound of a piano: red wine.Knife wounds.Door chain.The spatial layout of their two households is the same. The living room is next to the living room and the bathroom is next to the bathroom. Their lives are clearly reflected like a mirror.black keys.White keys.black keys.White keys.He closed his eyes and saw in the darkness the woman holding a red wine glass walking around the room at Andante speed. She was stabbed several times amidst the melodious and tranquil melody, and every note was stained with blood.

Mr. Zhang quietly walked to the door, hung up the door chain, and created a secret room."The knife wound passed through the ribs and went straight to the coronary artery of the heart. It caused a large amount of blood pressure to rupture the heart and cause pericardial tamponade..." He thought of the contents of the news reports. They seemed like common words in mystery novels, and now he was also alive.In a murder novel...