Who moved my novel?

"Captain Sun, I have your letter." A policeman smiled and handed the envelope to Xiao Sun, who had just driven back from outside.

"Ah? My letter?" Xiao Sun was a little surprised: "No one has written to me in these years."

"Maybe it was sent to you by your family. The Chinese New Year is in two days." Director Wang took off his clothes and shook the snow off his clothes and said, "Take it home and read it. Don't read personal letters during work hours." ”

Wang Ju could vaguely guess what was inside, and he deliberately found a reason to protect Xiaosun.

"No, my family must have called me directly." Xiao Sun frowned. Of course he knew what everyone meant, but... this envelope looked a little unusual, and something felt wrong.

"It's really possible that he is an old man in the family." The policeman who received the letter suddenly said: "This person is indeed thrifty. The envelope is not new, and the seal has obviously been opened."

Old envelope?

When Xiao Sun heard this statement, he immediately remembered it.

"Wang Ju, this seems to be a letter sent by Satan!" Xiao Sun quickly looked at the person who received the letter for him: "Brother Huang, is the person who sent the letter a young man? He has heavy dark circles under his eyes and is very thin. "

"Yes, that's right!" The man nodded immediately. The other aspects of the young man were not noticeable, but the dark circles under his eyes were enough to put a panda to shame.

"Wang Bureau, it's Satan." Xiao Sun said as he opened the envelope: "Be mentally prepared, I'm afraid something will happen again."

Everyone in the Public Security Bureau knew that Xue Mo wrote the text beforehand, while Satan drew the pictures afterward. These two people had long been given the "reputable reputation" of both black and white in the Public Security Bureau.

"Well, open it and take a look." Hearing that it was a letter from Satan, Wang Ju immediately stopped joking and looked seriously at the envelope in Xiao Sun's hand.

The envelope is opened.

I saw Xiao Sun carefully pulling out a piece of paper from it, and I could vaguely see some color on the paper.

"Expand it and take a look."

Following Wang Ju's words, Xiao Sun unfolded the paper.

The A3-sized paper is surrounded by large areas of blank space. There is only a small figure in the center of the paper, lying there alone face down. The person is wearing a black cotton coat and has slightly disheveled hair. The most special thing is , there was an obvious wound on the man's hand, and bright red blood was still flowing.

The man is in the center of the painting, and on the right side of the three-quarters of the painting, the word "Ning Xin" is written.

Directly below the painting, the word "Satan" is written.

"Is this... the scene of the eucalyptus?" Wang Ju frowned and looked at the painting.

The painting that Satan would send specially would undoubtedly be the scene of the murder.

It's just that this painting looks too strange...

There is only one person in the whole picture. This person occupies less than one-thirtieth of the page. He only occupies a small space in the middle of the picture. He is not even as big as "Ning Xin" and "Satan". .

"Have there been any murders recently?" Wang Ju was a little confused. Why didn't he know that there had been such murders recently?

"Wang Bureau, there are a few cases, but I have never seen anything like this." A detective under Wang Bureau looked at the painting and was also very confused.

"This looks... a bit like the accidental death case." The policeman who received the letter suddenly said.

"Accidental death?" Captain Wang looked at the man: "How come I haven't heard of it? Please tell me in detail."

"This was a case that Director Zhu was in charge of before." The policeman explained: "To put it simply, someone froze to death on the way home after drinking in the middle of the night. If it weren't for that person's hand being injured, I wouldn't have thought of it. , I guess the white space around here refers to the snow."

"Zhu Ju?" Wang Ju subconsciously rubbed his forehead.

Bureau Zhu had already gone in, and he had nowhere to ask about this.

Is it possible to check again?

"Wang Ju, this incident happened on the night Mr. Shu Yingdel came, so..."

The policeman didn't continue, but Director Wang already understood what he meant.

In order not to be known by Mr. Shuying Dell, all processes were kept as simple as possible and concluded as quickly as possible.

"Are you sure it was suicide?" There was no way to ask Zhu Ju. Wang Ju could only ask the man in front of him.

"This shouldn't be wrong." The policeman thought for a while and said: "Although I don't recommend hastily getting married, in the early years there were actually people who froze to death every year, and autopsies were also done. There were no other wounds in that wound, and no hypnotic drugs were found.”

"Hmm." Wang Ju looked at the painting and thought for a moment: "Are there any other clues?"

"There was some vomit near the scene but nothing else, not even traces of other people's footprints."

"Vomit?" Wang Ju thought for a moment: "So it's basically an accidental death."

"I think we need to investigate." Xiao Sun objected: "Wang Ju, if it was an accidental death, Satan would not draw this painting, let alone send it over. I lived with him for a few days, and I Get to know him."

"But here are the autopsy results. There's really nothing wrong with it."

"Where did he die?" Xiao Sun looked at the policeman and asked.

"Chengbei District, a vacant lot."

"Give me a specific location." Xiao Sun opened the map and asked the policeman to point him to the specific location.

"Right here." The policeman entered the address and quickly found the vacant land where a square was originally planned to be built, but was later shelved due to funding issues.

"This is the open space not far from the downstairs of Satan's house." Xiao Sun picked up the painting again: "Wang Ju, if the person in this painting is the deceased, then the surrounding blank space is the open space after the snow that day. , and the reason why the painting is so small is probably because Satan saw all this from the top of the building, so the figure looks very small. "

"Yes." Wang Ju nodded and looked at Xiao Sun: "I think everything you said is fine, but it doesn't mean there is something wrong with this person's death."

"No, no, no." Xiao Sun shook his head: "Wang Ju, if you saw a person falling in the snow, how long would you pay attention to him?"

"It depends on whether he can get up." Wang Ju thought for a while and replied: "If he gets up, I won't watch. If he doesn't get up, I might go downstairs to take a look."

"Normal people would think this way." Xiao Sun nodded and looked at the policeman again: "Are there any signs of the deceased standing up at the scene?"

"Yes, the deceased should have stood up four or five times before finally falling down." The policeman thought for a while and gave a bold guess: "Could it be... that the guy named Satan is not normal? After all, the name It just sounds weird.”