Who moved my novel?

"Are you a policeman?" The amusement park owner looked at Dong Peng with his mouth wide open.

"No, I'm a detective." Dong Peng stretched out his right hand: "Let's get to know each other again. I'm an undercover agent sent by the police."

"Undercover..." Beads of sweat appeared on the amusement park owner's forehead: "You, you are just joking. This is just a small amusement park. What are you investigating undercover?"

"Actually, we received a report from an informant that a gangster brother was coming from the northwest, so..." Dong Peng lowered his voice: "So I came here specifically to see what this big brother looks like. After all, I have never seen him before in this life." I’ve seen it before.”

"You...your joke is not funny."

"Haha." Dong Peng suddenly laughed: "I'm just teasing you, why are you so nervous? Could it be that you are the murderer?"

"No, no, of course not." The amusement park owner sneered: "How could I be the murderer? Besides, you can't kill that stupid guy with just a handful of bones."

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore, I'm going to see the scene." Dong Peng waved his hand and walked towards the warehouse.

The warehouse is not big, but it is very bright. I don’t know why there is an incandescent lamp with a huge wattage installed inside.

Of course, Tietong and the body parts had been transported away long ago, and all that could be seen at the scene were the blood spatters on the surrounding walls and the white circles drawn where the iron buckets were originally placed.

"Has the cause of death been determined?" Dong Peng asked, looking at Wang Ju beside him who had been staring closely at him.

"Confirmed, too much blood loss." Wang Ju nodded: "There are many bruises on the body, it seems that he was beaten. It is speculated that the death incident..."

Halfway through, Director Wang frowned slightly and realized: "Why should I report this to you? See for yourself."

After speaking, Director Wang handed the file to Dong Peng.

Anyway, Dong Peng couldn't have done this, so it wouldn't hurt to show him.

"Let me take a look." Dong Peng opened the file.

The deceased was cut into forty-seven pieces of different sizes. From the wounds, it can be inferred that the murder weapon was a small hand-held electric saw.

"Wang Ju." Dong Peng pointed to one of the photos: "Don't you think there is any difference between this one and the previous ones?"

"What's the difference?" Bureau Wang looked over and saw the note Dong Peng was referring to: "This is a bit vague, but our staff has restored it through technical means. The original sentence is: You damn human trafficker. , I want to avenge my brothers and sisters!”

"I saw it." Dong Peng pointed to a line of writing on the file: "Please at least maintain basic respect for my observation ability as a detective."

"What's wrong with that?" Wang Ju still didn't understand.

"Don't you think this sentence is too straightforward?"

"Straightforward?" Wang Ju frowned slightly, not knowing what Dong Peng was talking about.

"Think about the words you saw before. Although they all expressed the reason for killing, they were never so straightforward, right?"

"Yes, right?" Wang Ju said uncertainly.

"That's right!" Dong Peng was a little helpless. It was really not a good idea to talk to someone like this who didn't understand the language at all.

"Maybe the murderer was just lazy this time?"

"Let's put it another way." Dong Peng shook his head slightly: "Look at the people who died before, they actually all have a common characteristic, but you didn't notice it."

"Common characteristics?" Wang Ju didn't quite understand.

"Their death methods are the same." Dong Peng suddenly felt that Wang Ju was not very smart, but after thinking about it, normal people really couldn't see it. After all, they were not murderers.

"Is it the same?" Wang Ju frowned.

These people who died recently, let alone those who died earlier, are not the same as the recent ones.

"Think about it, how did the person behind the bar die?" Dong Peng guided Wang Ju in a persuasive way.

"Poisoned."

"Where's Guo Qiangti?"

"Frozen to death."

"Where's the noodle shop owner?"

"Cooked."

Dong Peng and Wang Ju asked and answered questions.

"But what does the cause of death of these three people have to do with each other?" Wang Ju didn't understand.

"Of course it does matter." Dong Peng smiled slightly: "According to my analysis, they all died from their own actions."

"Died by his own actions?" Wang Ju was even more confused.

"What did the man who died in the bar do?" Dong Peng asked.

"Selling [Fantasy Capsules]."

"Although it's not the same poison, it's still poison, right?"

"You mean..." Wang Ju said as if he was enlightened: "So the reason why the noodle shop owner forgets his death is because he puts poppy shells in the soup bucket?"

"Yes." Dong Peng nodded.

"Then Professor Guo..." Director Wang frowned slightly: "What did Professor Guo do?"

"Don't you know?" Dong Peng looked at Wang Ju: "Have you forgotten why you suspected Satan?"

"Because his sister..." Wang Ju said halfway before shaking his head: "But Satan's sister died of kidney failure, which has nothing to do with freezing to death."

"Because the cause of Guo Qiangti's death was lack of medical ethics." Dong Peng shook his head: "Don't forget that Guo Qiangti was stuffed with apple seeds when he died."

"Apple seeds..." Wang Ju suddenly remembered that Xue Mo had mentioned it more than once: An apple a day keeps the doctor away. Suddenly, Wang Ju realized that something was wrong: "How do you know the reason why I suspect Satan?"

Since Satan's mental state has been bad, they didn't even catch Satan. There is no reason that Dong Peng would know so clearly.

"You don't need to worry about that." Dong Peng said with a strange smile.

"So your motive for killing is punishment?" Director Wang suddenly laughed: "It fits your character of seeking justice, but killing is illegal after all, so..."

"Director Wang, this is not fair." Dong Peng interrupted Director Wang: "How do you think these practices are fair?"

"Hmm?" Director Wang was slightly stunned.

"Do you think that using poppy family to make soup should be punished with death?"

"This..." Director Wang thought about it. Indeed, if the death of the other two people was fair, how to explain the death of the noodle shop owner?

...

"Director Wang, something happened." Just as Director Wang frowned and thought, a policeman suddenly ran over.

"What happened?" Director Wang subconsciously looked at the man and asked.

"This..." The policeman glanced at Dong Peng beside Director Wang and did not speak.

"Sorry." Dong Peng was also tactful. Seeing this, he walked towards the office of the amusement park owner on the other side.

"Director Wang." Seeing Dong Peng leave, the policeman spoke hurriedly: "Director Wang, another person died behind the bar. We just received a report from the drinkers in the bar."

"What? Bar?" Director Wang frowned and looked at the policeman: "Is it the same bar as last time?"

"Yes, Director Wang." The policeman nodded.

"Okay, I know, you go first, I'll make the arrangements."

Taking out a cigarette, Director Wang slowly lit it and took a puff. The faint smoke seemed to be filled with deep sorrow.