Who moved my novel?

"Wang Ju, in fact, I was not at home that night. Someone can prove it to me." Zhao Feng sighed. He shouldn't have said it originally, but there is really no way now.

"Who?" Wang Ju frowned slightly. In his heart, the fact that Zhao Feng was the prisoner was irrefutable and could not be changed.

"Please let the others out first." Zhao Feng looked at Xiao Sun beside Wang Ju.

"If you have anything to say, tell me directly and recognize you..." Director Wang slapped the table and was about to reject his request.

"Recognize my identity. I am an expert in the provincial department. The fewer people who know about certain things, the better."

Zhao Feng's words made Wang Ju choke up. Yes, although the man in front of him looked like a playboy every day, he was actually a real provincial expert.

No matter how casual Zhao Feng is, no matter how little he cares about his identity, it is still his own choice. When he shows his identity, Wang Ju will still choose to give in.

"Wang Ju, I'll go out and drink some water first, and you two can chat." Xiao Sun gave Wang Ju and Zhao Feng a step up in time, turned and walked out.

"Say it."

"Shu Yingdel." Zhao Feng spoke slowly and spit out a name that Wang Ju had never thought of.

"Shu Yingdel!" Wang Ju almost shouted in surprise: "Mr. Shu Yingdel...hasn't he already left Chixin City?"

"This is exactly what the murderer missed." Xiao Sun sighed: "Wang Bureau, Mr. Shu Yingdel is not a simple businessman. He is an undercover agent arranged by the government in a black organization. The company manager is just his surface. Mr. Shu Yingdel came to Chixin City on the surface to cooperate on behalf of the company, but in fact he was also sent by the black organization to interface with Bureau Zhu. "

"Doesn't that mean..." Wang Ju thought about what happened after Shu Yingdel arrived, and felt a little uneasy in his heart.

"Yes, Mr. Shu Yingdel's original plan was disrupted because of what happened in Chixin City." Zhao Feng nodded: "Of course, this is not your fault. It is your duty to arrest criminals."

"I didn't expect that it would inadvertently ruin the official plan." Wang Ju shook his lower lip: "Does this matter have a big impact?"

"This is not my business, nor is it yours. We have no right to understand that big game." Zhao Feng shook his head: "I said these just to prove my innocence, and that there is a very dangerous criminal. , now on the run.”

"If you can really prove that you were with Mr. Shuyingdel that night, you can prove that it was not you who did it." Wang Ju nodded: "Where is Mr. Shuyingdale now?"

"Mr. Shu Yingdel has gone back." Zhao Feng shook his head: "After meeting me that day, he went directly to the airport and got on the plane. But you can check the surveillance of the bar where we met. It should be very easy. Easily proved that I was with Mr. Shuyingdale that night."

"Give me your address and I'll check it out."

Bureau Wang said and handed over his mobile phone. Since Zhao Feng had given such crucial evidence, Bureau Wang could no longer treat him like a suspect.

"This is the address." Zhao Feng used Director Wang's mobile phone to open the map, searched for the address of the bar, and then handed it back to Director Wang: "Try not to let other people know as much as possible."

"Okay," Wang Ju nodded: "I didn't expect that a business elite like Mr. Shu Yingdel would go to a bar."

In Wang Ju's impression, both Shu Yingdell and the senior executives of other companies are old-fashioned, demanding, and extremely self-disciplined guys.

"Of course." Zhao Feng smiled: "Actually, Mr. Shu Yingdel is also a temperamental person."

…

"Director Wang, I received a letter." A policeman suddenly appeared in front of Director Wang holding a letter.

"Letter? Whose?" Wang Ju frowned slightly. He had just returned from the bar and was about to clarify Zhao Feng's matter.

"I don't know, there's no sender."

"Open it and take a look."

"Yes." The policeman opened the envelope.

There was only one sentence on the huge piece of paper.

#Incompetent people make mistakes again and again, and eventually fall into the illusion they created, unable to extricate themselves.

…

It's night and foggy.

Chixin City, shrouded in fog, has a different kind of tranquility.

A lonely street.

Lights flickering on and off.

A lone bus.

There are also a few stores that are still open but not fully open.

…

"It's foggy." Zhao Feng, who was let home, was sitting in the living room of Xuemo's house.

"Yeah, it looks like it won't be gone until tomorrow." Xue Mo put the freshly fried vegetables on the table, opened the remaining bottles of beer, and poured them into two huge draft beer cups. .

"Thank you." Zhao Feng took the wine glass and nodded slightly to thank him.

"Congratulations on your acquittal." Xue Mo raised his cup.

"Thank you." Zhao Feng gently touched some cups with Xue Mo: "Unfortunately, some people can no longer see the heavy fog that has been rare in more than ten years."

…

"Master Dong, it's really foggy." Xiao Li looked at the thick fog outside in surprise.

"This is natural." Dong Peng smiled: "Do you think it's magical?"

"The master is really clever." Xiao Li's eyes were full of admiration.

"Pfft!" Unexpectedly, Dong Peng laughed: "What a clever plan, I just read the weather forecast."

"Ah?" Xiao Li didn't expect Dong Peng to give him such an answer.

"Xiao Li, remember, some of the so-called divination and fortune-telling techniques are real, but more of them are about the grasp of information and the grasp of people's hearts." Dong Peng looked at the thick fog and said meaningfully.

"Are you trying to tell me not to pursue metaphysics?" Xiao Li asked doubtfully.

"No." Dong Peng shook his head: "I want to tell you that you have to distinguish what is true and what is false, just like this fog, it will cover up many truths. What you want to pursue is to break the mystery and find the truth."

...

"Foggy days are the best time for me to take action."

On the deserted street, a girl in a JK uniform was walking aimlessly on the street.

"Let me see, this... This store doesn't seem to have what I want, it seems I have to go further."

"Ah, no one is here in the middle of the night, not even a single visitor, it's a little boring."

"It seems I still have to make a name for myself in Chixin City, otherwise no one will know me..."

A blue enchantress was pinned on the door of a villa by her, the enchanting blue color was even more eerie in the thick fog.

...

"Is it foggy?" Rousi looked at the mist in front of her and tightened the collar of her shirt.

The new store has been selected and renovated, this time, the store name is "Bianhua".

...

The first volume of "Who Moved My Novel" "Mist" is over.