Who moved my novel?

"What's your name?" Wang Ju asked looking at the boy in front of him.

"I don't have a name." The boy shook his head: "We all only have numbers. They call me No. 1. You can also call me No. 1."

"Then I'll call you Yiyi." Wang Ju thought for a while, but the trumpet was not suitable. Xiaoyi sounded a bit similar to a certain protagonist, so he chose a name that sounded normal.

"As you wish." The boy shrugged nonchalantly.

"Then, Yiyi, how did you kill that person?"

"Killed with an axe." Yiyi looked at Wang Ju confidently.

"Be specific."

"I chopped off three of his hands and feet." Yiyi said with certainty: "I also put his fingerprints on the axe. I originally wanted you to think that he committed suicide, but I regretted it."

"Why?"

"Because I don't think he deserves to commit suicide. If you report that he committed suicide and others think that his conscience has discovered it, it will be too easy for that beast." Yiyi said through gritted teeth.

"Then why did you put the bloody handprint on the table?" Wang Ju nodded and continued to ask.

"Bloody handprints?" Yiyi was stunned for a moment, but he quickly came to his senses: "Oh, you said that, I accidentally pressed it on the table. Then someone came, and I didn't have time to deal with it."

"Yes." Wang Ju nodded: "Then did you chop off the left hand or the right hand?"

"The left hand." Yiyi said calmly: "Of course, he must keep his right hand, so that people will not mistakenly think that he committed suicide."

"Yes." Wang Ju nodded again: "What you said makes sense."

"Of course, who else but me can understand the people I killed better?"

"So, you know the murderer, right?" Wang Ju smiled and looked at the boy: "Although I don't know why you want to cover him, but from your description you must be familiar with him, and he told you about the murder plan. ”

"What did you say?" Yiyi seemed a little panicked: "I, I am the murderer. Of course I know myself very well."

"What you said is quite true," Wang Ju nodded: "But unfortunately, the murderer may have changed his plan for some reason, so what you said is wrong."

"Impossible!" He waved his hands one by one: "Don't lie to me. I know you don't believe that I can kill people. I can demonstrate it to you!"

"I'm not lying to you. If you don't believe me, look at the photo." Wang Ju took out his phone and pulled up a photo: "Look, it was the right hand that was chopped off, and..."

Director Wang opened the photo of the table again: "The handprints on the table belong to the deceased. You don't know about this handprint at all, and you didn't mention the ax marks on the table."

"I..." Yiyi was stunned, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"Okay, tell me, who is it?" Wang Ju looked at them one by one. Before seeing the note, he had even concluded that the man was killed by the amusement park owner like the stupid guy, but now he recalled , if according to what Dong Peng said, it seems that the reason why the amusement park owner did not destroy the chainsaw was because he still needed to kill the man.

"I don't know." Yiyi shook his head.

"You know." Wang Ju looked at Yi Yi with confidence.

"I really don't know." Yiyi lowered his head slightly: "Actually, when I went back that day, I saw someone killing the boss, so I wanted to take the blame for my benefactor... I'm sorry, uncle policeman, it was my fault. I am willing Accept the punishment, but I really don’t know who that person is.”

"Aren't you still willing to tell the truth?" Wang Ju looked at them one by one: "Then let me guess, you know that you want to bring your younger brothers and sisters here to find Zhao Feng, and someone happened to tell me that he mentioned it to some little beggars. Where to seek refuge.”

Amid the puzzled looks, Director Wang took out a photo: "This is the murderer, right?"

That photo was clearly Dong Peng!

…

"How did you find it?" Dong Peng looked at the small figure in front of him and couldn't help but frowned: "Didn't I tell you to stay away from me?"

"I don't think so." Enchantress shook her head: "I told you, I stole things, I really stole them, not those cakes and desserts."

"Huh?" Dong Peng frowned slightly, but still let the door open: "Come in and talk."

"My stealing cakes and desserts is actually just a disguise." After entering the door, the Enchantress spoke directly: "My real purpose is to steal money and valuables. I also have a friend. In fact, she is the one who steals cakes every time. And I would steal money from another family at the same time. We would meet at a designated place, and then I would pretend to be her and she would pretend to be a passerby to avoid detection. "

"Yeah." Dong Peng nodded: "It sounds a bit true."

"You don't believe it?"

"How can I believe that the police are not fools and you will be fine if you change your identity? Even if you can't tell, will you be suspicious?"

"Hmm..." Enchantress bit her lower lip tightly.

"You have nothing to say?" Dong Peng smiled: "The story is well told. I have a friend who writes novels. I will introduce you to him later."

"I didn't tell a story!" The Enchantress gritted her teeth and pulled off the wig on her head: "Do you believe it now?"

"Huh?" This time it was Dong Peng's turn to be surprised. A good girl took off her wig and makeup and instantly turned into a boy!

"The police would never have thought that it was a girl who escaped after a man stole something, right?"

"Well..." Dong Peng was silent for a moment and nodded: "Well, at least you convinced me temporarily."

"Are you willing to tell me about your story now?" the boy asked expectantly.

"No, I think I should think about whether I should get rid of you now." Dong Peng raised his lips slightly: "After all, you are a thief."

"No, no, no!" The boy quickly took two steps back: "Don't get me wrong! I didn't steal, I robbed the rich to help the poor!"

"Robbed the rich to help the poor?" Dong Peng raised his eyebrows: "The poor you are talking about is not you yourself?"

"Of course not!" The boy quickly explained: "I gave it to the orphanage and some really poor people."

"Really?" Dong Peng looked at him with some disbelief.

"Really." The boy nodded: "Besides, you can't kill me. I have already told my fans that I will meet them tomorrow. If you kill me, they will look for me all over the city tomorrow!"

"Do you think I am afraid of you?" Dong Peng shrugged.

"That won't work!" The boy quickly waved his hands: "I am your savior."

"Savior?" Although Dong Peng had no intention of killing him, he was very curious to hear him say that.

"Of course! If I hadn't stolen your plastic coat that day, you would have been discovered long ago!" the boy said with some pride.