Who moved my novel?

"Tiantian, was your brother really instructed by others to write novels? I heard that he wrote them independently." The audio file continued to play, and Wang Ju's voice sounded from the speaker again.

"If he can't write it, he's just a fool. He doesn't have the writing skills." Tiantian said directly.

"Then maybe he found a gunman?"

"No, I saw it when I was following him. Someone asked him to write it." Tiantian directly overturned Wang Ju's guess.

"Then why did that person ask him to write a novel?"

"It's because I want to help that person solve..." For some reason, Tiantian's subsequent voice was so quiet that Xue Mo couldn't hear it clearly.

"Really? Are you saying that your brother was involved in the crime?" Wang Ju's voice was full of surprise.

"Yeah!" Tiantian's voice was firm.

"Then do you see clearly what that person looks like?"

"No, I followed secretly. I didn't see it, I only heard the sound."

"Okay, it's okay, thank you, Tiantian."

The sound ends here.

"Xue Mo..." Wang Ju sighed: "Originally, you had the chance to be sentenced to only a few months, but now the best case scenario is one year. I hope you seize the last chance."

Wang Ju said with a regretful expression, but actually he was secretly laughing in his heart.

Sure enough, Xue Mo would think that he had no follow-up audio and would ask himself to continue playing.

Now that the audio is playing, Xue Mo's psychological defense should be on the verge of collapse. As long as he adds a few hundred million points of critical hits...

"Xue Mo, I know that you have some conflicts with your family, and you haven't been in contact for a long time." Wang Ju's voice suddenly became deeper: "Actually, your family has always missed you, so that's why you asked your sister to come find you, Xue Mo. Mo, listen to me and be lenient if you confess. When you come out, your family will come to pick you up."

"Wang Ju..." Xue Mo awkwardly dug out a basement for Dong Peng's studio: "Wang Ju, I really wrote the novel by myself. In addition, my sister must have run away from home. I think she did it on purpose. She framed me and wanted you to help her find me."

"Huh?" Wang Ju was stunned. This was different from the process he expected.

"I advise you to stay away from her. Although that little girl looks cute, she is actually very cruel." Xue Mo looked concerned.

"Huh???" Wang Ju became more and more confused.

…

"This guy Xuemo didn't react?"

After Xue Mo left, Wang Ju lit a cigarette and started smoking quietly.

"Could it be that he is really not an accomplice?"

Wang Ju exhaled a puff of smoke.

"Or is it because his ability to withstand pressure is so strong that I can't even notice it?"

After taking a deep breath, Wang Ju lost half of the cigarette in his hand.

"Or, is there a flaw in my plan or an oversight? Where could it be? Is it the relationship between Xue Mo and the family?"

"Chi! Chi! Chi! Chi! Chi! Chi! Chi! Chi!" A burst of rapid chirping interrupted Wang Ju's thoughts.

Wang Ju suddenly raised his head, and directly above his head, a small red light was flashing at an extremely fast speed.

"Cough cough cough!"

When Dong Peng and Xiao Sun rushed into the house, Wang Ju had become a drowned rat.

"Cough cough cough!" Wang Ju coughed at the water he accidentally choked in his mouth and walked out of the house.

"Wang Ju, what's going on with you?" Dong Peng looked at the rapidly rising water in the room and looked at Wang Ju with a confused expression.

"It's okay." Wang Ju wiped the water from his face: "I'm sorry, Dong Peng, for causing you trouble. Please register if something is broken, and I will compensate you later."

"It's okay, it's okay." Dong Peng quickly shook his head: "I don't have anything valuable, but you, Wang Ju, are you okay?"

As he spoke, Dong Peng helped Director Wang take off the police uniform jacket that Director Wang was wearing: "Director Wang, why don't you change into another set of clothes? I'll dry this for you."

"No, no, no." Wang Ju shook his head: "I don't have any spare clothes, and it's not too wet. I'll just go back."

"It's snowing outside, Mr. Wang, let's dry it before leaving." Xiao Sun glanced at Mr. Wang's soaked clothes, then at the scattered snowflakes falling outside, then turned back and looked at what was happening. Sprinklers that spray water.

Xiao Sun was confused, what was Wang Ju doing?

"We actually have one set of clothes. Why don't you go change them?" Dong Peng thought for a while and said, "Or wait until they are dry before leaving. This is definitely not possible."

"Clothes?" After Dong Peng said this, Director Wang also remembered that the next door next door is Dong Peng's consulting room. Although it is closed, the clothes he put in the cabinet are still there.

…

"Wang Ju, I will send your clothes back to you tomorrow." Dong Peng watched Wang Ju and Xiao Sun leave with a strange smile on his lips.

"Let me see, that thing should be there." Dong Peng said and pressed the remote control.

In an instant, the smoke alarm devices and sprinklers all stopped.

"Let me look for it." Dong Peng rolled up his sleeves, put on his gloves, and groped in the water a few times.

The water was stirred up by Dong Peng.

"Sure enough!" Dong Peng picked up something from the water species in surprise and picked it up excitedly.

It turned out to be a cigarette butt!

"Hmph, with this thing, it will be much more convenient in the future." Dong Peng smiled slightly and walked out of the room.

"Oh, by the way, this thing should be useful." Dong Peng looked at Bureau Wang's police uniform thoughtfully.

"Borrow a thread." Dong Peng grabbed the edge of the clothes and gently hooked it with an iron hook in a place that was not easy to notice.

A thread was lifted up, and the clothes shrank together.

Dong Peng picked up the scissors and prepared to cut the thread.

But after thinking about it, he put down the scissors again, pulled on both sides of the thread, and forcibly cut the thread with his hands.

...

"Damn, I really should quit smoking." Sitting in the car, Director Wang shivered and cursed secretly.

This dress is autumn after all, much thinner than the previous one.

"Director Wang, what's going on? Why did it suddenly start spraying water?" Xiao Sun asked Director Wang while starting the car.

"I smoked a cigarette, who knew that this smoke alarm was so sensitive." Director Wang took out the cigarette box in his pocket and threw it out of the car window. The cigarette was soaked and he couldn't smoke it.

"As expected of a familyless man." Xiao Sun sighed with envy as he watched Director Wang's actions, then changed the subject: "But Director Wang, smoking would cause such a big reaction?"

"Maybe his equipment is high-end." Director Wang shook his head: "I don't understand this either."

Is it just the equipment that is high-end?

Xiao Sun frowned.

If I remember correctly, ordinary smoking would not trigger the smoke alarm at all, not to mention the water spray device with a temperature limit...