Who moved my novel?

"Knock knock knock!"

"Knock knock knock!"

Director Wang looked at the "Xinge Consulting" sign that had been removed and frowned.

Isn't this place closed?

"Knock knock knock!"

Knocked on the door again. Wang Ju had been standing here for a few minutes, but there was still no response.

"I knew I would have left Dong Peng's phone number." Wang Ju rubbed his hands. In Chixin City in winter, it is still very cold without gloves.

"Wang Ju?" Just as Wang Ju was about to leave, Dong Peng suddenly called out to Wang Ju: "Wang Ju, what a coincidence. I didn't expect to meet here."

"What a coincidence?" Director Wang smiled and pointed at the "Xinge Consulting" behind him: "I'm just here to see you, why is it closed?"

"It's nothing." Dong Peng shook his head slightly: "Go in and talk."

"Isn't it closed? Isn't it appropriate to go in?"

"It's just that we're closed, and we haven't canceled the lease." Dong Peng smiled and said, "Let's go, it's cold outside."

"Okay, let's talk in the room." Wang Ju rubbed his hands again and followed Dong Peng in.

"I heard that you were promoted, but I haven't had time to call you to congratulate you." Dong Peng turned on the electric heater in the reception room and said, "I didn't expect you to come here first."

"There's no need to congratulate you." Wang Ju shook his head: "Help me solve this problem."

As he spoke, he pointed helplessly at the dark circles under his eyes.

"Is this... are you having nightmares again?" Dong Peng looked at Wang Ju's dark circles and frowned: "That shouldn't be the case. Logically speaking, you shouldn't have nightmares again."

"Can you still control whether I have nightmares?" Wang Ju joked: "Then the nightmare is coming, what can I do? I don't want it to come either."

"That's true, who can control dreams." Dong Peng smiled and quickly changed the subject: "Are they the same people before?"

"No." Wang Ju shook his head: "This time it's something else."

"Something else?" Dong Peng seemed to be relieved: "What is it?"

"Why don't we go in and talk?" Wang Ju pointed inside.

"We won't go in." Dong Peng shook his head slightly: "Since it's closed, it can't be open for business."

"Then I'll transfer the consulting fee to your personal account." Director Wang nodded to express his understanding.

"No need." Dong Peng shook his head: "Since I can't provide you with consultation, I can't take your money and act according to the rules."

"But I really need you to help me solve this problem." Captain Wang frowned slightly. There are still many things that need to be solved recently, not just cases, but also things that the new leader needs to learn and take over. He urgently needs to adjust his state. .

"It doesn't matter, just treat it as a chat between friends." Dong Peng smiled: "But I can't guarantee the effect."

"No problem." Wang Ju smiled: "Then I'll treat you to dinner another day."

"Okay." Dong Peng also nodded: "Tell me about your dream first."

"I..." Wang Ju hesitated and sighed: "I dreamed about my classmates in college..."

…

Red paint accentuates the white walls.

The black is painted as a black dragon, the navy is painted as a demon, the dim yellow is the sky under the demon's feet, and the pale green is the basil in front of the hero's door.

Satan is painting the final picture.

In the only remaining blank space left.

There’s not much red paint left…

…

"Meow meow~" Xue Mo called softly.

"Meow?" Maomao walked in from the living room and looked at Xuemo in confusion.

"Meow meow..." Xue Mo gently stroked the kitten in his arms, and the uneasiness in his heart was barely relieved.

"Meow meow, if one day, I find that I don't exist at all, what should I do?" Xue Mo sighed: "Who will take care of you then?"

"Meow~" Maomao meowed softly, seeming to comfort the restless Xue Mo.

…

"Blood ink... blood ink..." In the interrogation room, Zhao Feng was thinking hard alone.

Where is the flaw in Xuemo?

When it comes to painting techniques, Xue Mo's technique is not very good.

First, he made Pei Zhuan drunk, and then let him die on the way back.

This is not difficult, and even if Xue Mo is really tracked down, it can be said to be an unintentional act, and at most it will be a fault that leads to death.

After that, Xue Mo washed the bandage used by Pei Zhuan and hung it on the faucet of his home, and then placed the cup used by Pei Zhuan in his house.

In this way, others will think that Pei Dian first went to his own house after coming out of Xuemo's house, and then left.

The technique is very simple, so simple that anyone can tell it.

But how to prove it?

Without evidence, this reasoning can only be your own fantasy.

Evidence…evidence…

Zhao Feng closed his eyes and tried to find where this might be revealed.

But the next moment, his father's voice poured out of Zhao Feng's mind uncontrollably.

"waste!"

"idiot!"

"If it weren't for you, your grandfather wouldn't have to be so shameless at such an old age!"

"Get back here quickly! Just stay at home, you loser, and stop daydreaming!"

"It's not like my family can't support you! Or this house of several thousand square meters can no longer accommodate you!"

"..."

"Hoo! Hoo!" Zhao Feng gasped violently: "No, no, no, I have to adjust my condition."

Xue Mo did these things...he didn't do anything at all!

The more Zhao Feng thought about it, the more desperate he became.

There are many murderers who think they are very skilled and try their best to cover up their crimes, but they don't know that the more they do, the more mistakes they make.

On the contrary, Zhao Feng really doesn't even have a starting point for this simple puzzle!

Wine? No, there is no way to explain wine. The owner of the store also said that Xue Mo only bought a box of beer, so the extra wine must have been prepared in advance.

Food? That's even more impossible. First of all, the food has been cleaned up, and Xue Mo threw it into the trash can under his own supervision. Secondly, Xue Mo also ate those dishes himself, so there shouldn't be anything unusual.

The knife that injured Pei Qian? That's not right. That knife is Xue Mo's fruit knife, and the fatal injury is not the knife.

Then we can only look for it from the items that were framed.

Zhao Feng took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

Bandage? Cup?

These two things should leave traces when Xue Mo secretly put them in his home, but... since the police didn't find them, it means that the footprints and fingerprints have been dealt with.

"Is there really no other way?" Zhao Feng frowned.

Xue Mo's method was too simple, so simple that there was no strong evidence to prove that he did these things.

"That's right!" Zhao Feng suddenly thought of something: "If Xue Mo had entered my house, where did he get the key?!"

"Bang, bang, bang!" Zhao Feng slammed the small table in front of him a few times and shouted at the camera: "Someone come! I have something to tell your Director Wang!"