Who moved my novel?

"Master Dong." Guo Qiangti was smoking impatiently on a bench in the park. Finally, he found the person he wanted to see.

"Sorry, the police were here just now, so it was inconvenient to come out." Dong Peng took off his black top hat, bowed slightly and apologized.

"It doesn't matter, Master Dong, I understand." That's not what Guo Qiangti cares about: "Master Dong, am I being targeted by the police? Why? That incident is still..."

"Professor Guo, please be patient." Dong Peng smiled: "Let me tell you a story first."

"Master Dong, you said..." Although Guo Qiangti was eager to know his current situation, after all, he had to ask for help from others, so he had to be patient and listen to Dong Peng's story.

"There was once a child who witnessed a murder." Dong Peng sat on the bench and motioned for Guo Qiangti to sit next to him.

"Because the child was young at the time, and the scene was too bloody, the child was severely shocked."

"Well, the more troublesome thing is the stress reaction." Guo Qiangti nodded. As a doctor, he still knows something about these things.

"That's right." Dong Peng nodded: "Since that incident, the child who originally loved to draw suddenly stopped publishing any works publicly, and the paintings he drew became darker and more gloomy."

"In this case, I'm afraid a psychiatrist may need to intervene." Guo Qiangti agreed, but his mind was not on it at all.

"You're right," Dong Peng nodded: "The policeman in charge of the case thought so too, so he helped him find a well-known psychological counselor nearby."

"Psychological counselors and psychiatrists are not the same." Guo Qiangti frowned slightly: "Although this kind of thing does belong to the category of counselors, it may involve medication, and counselors have absolutely nothing to do about it."

"Do you think this is the important point?" Dong Peng raised the corners of his lips slightly and handed Guo Qiangti a cigarette: "Have a cigarette, you are a little too nervous."

"Okay, thank you." Without doubting his presence, Guo Qiangti took the cigarette from Dong Peng and lit it directly.

It has to be said that cigarettes are indeed a good medicine for relieving tension. After taking a puff of cigarette, Guo Qiangti immediately felt that his body was much more relaxed, and he even felt a little lazy.

Seeing this, Dong Peng continued:

"What devastated the child the most was that the counselor turned out to be the murderer he saw with his own eyes."

"The murderer?" Guo Qiangti was stunned: "Master Dong, are you telling me a ghost story? If so, can you wait until you have solved my matter?"

"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious." Dong Peng patted Guo Qiangti's shoulder lightly: "This matter is closely related to yours, so you must listen to what I have to say."

"Okay." Guo Qiangti sighed: "You tell me."

"Fortunately, the child was not harmed by the murderer. The murderer told him the reason for his murder, and then sent him back. He only made an agreement in a special way that he was not allowed to tell anyone about his murder. ”

"The murderer missed something. The kid used his own unique method - painting to restore the murder scene. He also wrote the murderer's name on the painting, and even specially marked the location of the murderer and himself."

"He hoped that someone would understand him and catch the murderer through the clues he provided, but unfortunately, no one understood him. Under the counselor's rhetoric, everyone thought that the name was because the counselor asked him to open up. He added it because of his heart.”

"Later, with the help of a consultant, the child's symptoms were slightly relieved, and only in cases of extreme emotional ups and downs would some unusual reactions occur."

"This is a good thing." Guo Qiangti nodded: "As long as he avoids a rebound, his condition will get better day by day."

"That's true, but it's a pity that misfortunes never come singly." Dong Peng sighed: "During a symptom attack, he accidentally pushed his sister, causing her head to hit the table."

"He panicked at the time. She was his most beloved sister, but she fell into a pool of blood because of him."

"Fortunately, his long-term instability allowed him to always find some sense in the chaos. He dialed 120 and then called his parents."

"When the ambulance took my sister away, her parents were still comforting him because the injury was actually not serious. The emergency doctor had made a preliminary assessment that it was just a traumatic injury and not fatal."

"However, the child waited at home day after day, and finally waited for the news of his sister's death, and the cause of death turned out to be kidney failure!"

"Wha...what?" Guo Qiang was startled, and the cigarette butt in his hand slipped from his fingers.

He was about to stand up immediately, but the next moment he fell down into the snow.

"Do you know how desperate that kid is?"

"Do you know how cold that child's parents were to that child after this incident?"

"Do you know how devastating that is to a person who already lives in darkness?"

Dong Peng approached Guo Qiangti step by step.

"Right, the attending physician, Professor Guo."

"You, how do you know this?" Guo Qiangti turned around reluctantly: "Not many people knew about what happened back then. Where did you know about it?"

"If you want others to know, you have to do it yourself." Dong Peng smiled slightly and knelt down: "I wonder if you still remember that poor girl back then?"

"I was wrong!" Guo Qiangti swallowed his saliva: "Who sent you? How much did he give you? I can give you double! No! Triple!"

Now Guo Qiangti is powerless under Dong Peng's drug, and can only try to use benefits to shake Dong Peng.

"Heh." Dong Peng sneered: "You don't think everyone is like you, with only money in their eyes, right?"

"Then what are you doing it for?" Guo Qiangti said hurriedly: "Reputation, status, identity? I can give you all of these. I have the mayor's secrets. Not only that, I also have many secrets of wealthy businessmen. I also have friendships with many upper-class people. Just ask, I will do anything I can do!"

"Hahahaha!" Dong Peng laughed a few times: "Forget it, Professor Guo, you will never understand what a hero in the dark is. Professor Guo, you will never know that justice may be late, but it will never be absent!"

The night gradually became darker. As the night fell, Guo Qiangti used his elbows to support himself and backed away a little bit, but his body became more and more out of control. Finally, at the moment when the sun completely set, Guo Qiangti could no longer move. He could only watch and watch the people in front of him getting closer and closer.