Who moved my novel?

"Director Wang, we still haven't found anything." A policeman stood in front of Director Wang with a heavy face.

"Still nothing?" Director Wang also frowned: "How is it possible? How can there be no trace on an old piece of clothing?"

"From the current situation..." The criminal police sighed: "We can only suspect that this piece of clothing originally belonged to Guo Qiangti."

"His own?" Director Wang frowned: "Doesn't he wear a white coat except when he's at work?"

"This..." The policeman couldn't explain it either, so he could only stand in silence, waiting for Director Wang to speak.

"How are those people investigating?" Director Wang pondered for a long time and took a puff of cigarette: "Does anyone know Guo Qiangti?"

"Except for the homeless, everyone has more or less contact with Guo Qiangti." The policeman flipped through the information in the folder.

"The programmer who worked overtime was once a patient of Guo Qiangti, but it was a long time ago."

"How was the treatment effect?"

"The operation was very successful, and it is said that the patient was very satisfied at the time."

"Well, continue." Director Wang said and flicked the ash.

"Xue Mo went to the hospital some time ago to find materials for his novel. Guo Qiangti was on duty that day. According to the nurse on duty that day, Xue Mo had a high probability of meeting Guo Qiangti."

"Xue Mo? Looking for materials?" Director Wang frowned slightly: "He was not looking for materials, I think he was looking for the deceased."

"Ah... continue." Director Wang sighed. He was now very sure that Xue Mo must have some connection with the murderer, but now he couldn't find it, so he could only stay put to avoid alerting the enemy.

"Dong Peng and Guo Qiangti have membership cards in a restaurant, so they may have met."

"That's all?" Director Wang saw that the policeman stopped talking and raised his eyebrows.

"That's all." The policeman shook his head.

"Guo Qiangti is Dong Peng's client." Director Wang asked in confusion: "Didn't you find this out?

"No." The policeman shook his head again: "We have asked Guo Qiangti's whereabouts, and we haven't heard that he has been to Dong Peng's studio."

"That's strange. "

In theory, there is nothing to be shy about going to Dong Peng's studio, after all, it is just a place for divination and fortune-telling.

"Go on, who else is there? Oh, it's the painter, right?"

"Well, the painter's sister went to Guo Qiangti for treatment a few years ago."

"He has a sister?" Captain Wang was a little surprised: "Why haven't I heard of it?"

"His sister unfortunately died during that operation. This is the only case of patient death since Dr. Guo Qiangti entered the city hospital."

"Death?" Captain Wang frowned. Who is Guo Qiangti? He is a famous doctor known as "Borrow Three Days".

It is said that even an old man with organ failure can be forced to live for three days in his hands.

"What is the disease of the painter's sister?"

"It is said that when she was sent in, she had a head injury, and the cause of death was kidney failure."

"What is the relationship between head injury and kidney failure? "Director Wang didn't understand.

"Doctor Guo Qiangti explained that the head injury caused a disorder in the body's control, and then after some process, it caused kidney failure. Anyway, I won't say it, but it is said that this has a scientific basis."

"Is that so?" Director Wang nodded without comment: "What happened later?"

"Later, Guo Qiangti seemed to give his parents a large sum of money to settle the matter. After that, his parents moved to other places, leaving him alone to live in Chixin City."

"Satan..." Director Wang put out the cigarette butt, lowered his head and muttered to himself: "But can Satan really accomplish this with his physical strength..."

When he went to see the child a few days ago, he felt that Satan's face was a little paler than when they met before, and he looked completely frail.

"By the way, Director Wang, our people also found a series of female high-heeled shoe prints in the park."

"Female shoe prints?" Director Wang raised his head suddenly: "Why didn't you say it earlier? Have you locked the target? "

"The main reason is that the location of the shoe prints was too strange, on the wall, and there were only traces of the heels of high heels, no traces of the soles of the feet, so everyone thought it was the footprints of some animal at first."

"On the wall? Heels?" Director Wang frowned even more.

What is this? Acrobatic performance?

"Yes," the police nodded: "We also find it incredible."

...

"Yes, yes, I know."

"If there is nothing else, I will hang up first."

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

"It's really okay, I won't say anything first."

"Okay, okay, remember, I'm hanging up!"

"Alas..." Zhao Feng sighed and hung up the phone.

It's all because of the person who killed him and blamed him. He has been "taken care of" by his family more than a dozen times in the past few days.

"Is it blood ink? "

Zhao Feng was a little unsure.

If it wasn't Xue Mo, then only Xue Mo had those things.

If it was Xue Mo, then Xue Mo had indeed changed the cups a long time ago.

I had noticed before that there were only two cups left from the old set, and they were never used.

"And..." Zhao Feng looked at the door lock: "No matter who it was, no matter how they got in, only the landlord and I have the key to the room."

"Alas, Zhao Feng, Zhao Feng," Zhao Feng looked at the key on his phone and laughed at himself helplessly: "If you can't even crack this trick, what's the point of being a detective?"

Suddenly, something on the key caught Zhao Feng's attention.

"What is this?" Zhao Feng frowned and rubbed a little green off the key.

Speaking of which, since he hasn't been back for the past few days, he hasn't used this key for a long time.

"This is...clay?" Zhao Feng reacted immediately: "Someone used this thing to match a key to my house!!!"

"But who can get my key?" Zhao Feng's mind was racing: "Xue Mo? No, although I see Xue Mo often, that guy Xue Mo is at home almost every day, and I don't have the habit of throwing keys everywhere. ”

"Wait..." Zhao Feng suddenly remembered something: "Pei Zhuan?!!!"

That day, Pei Zhuan forcibly "invited Zhao Feng" to dinner and borrowed the screwdriver from Zhao Feng's key chain. Thinking about it this way, it should be the only time he gave the key to someone else.

"Pei Zhuan..." Zhao Feng frowned: "But why did Pei Zhuan come to my house and leave a cup and bandages at my house? In addition, why is the clay on the key still there after so long? Didn’t fall?”

"Of course, the biggest question is, how did Pei Zhuan die? He couldn't really be frozen to death by accident, right?"

The more Zhao Feng thought about it, the less he understood it. He had no idea that when he was deep in thought, the door of his house was quietly opened again.