Who moved my novel?

"I think everyone is right, Captain Wang said it best!"

Xue Mo was learning and applying what he had just learned from a group of authors.

"I'm talking about my thoughts on the case."

"I think the general direction of the investigation is very correct, and some details need to be improved. In addition, everyone is playing to their strengths in their respective fields, which is very good."

Xue Mo changed his statement to a "high-end".

"Don't talk nonsense." Captain Wang raised his eyebrows: "Do you have any suggestions for the current arrangements?"

"No, no," Xue Mo waved his hands quickly: "Captain Wang, your arrangements are perfect!"

"Cough, cough, cough!" Captain Wang was almost choked to death by Xue Mo, and quickly picked up his hat and stood up: "Director Wang, this kid is in your hands, please make sure to deal with him before I come back!"

"Don't worry." Director Wang smiled and nodded: "We are all good comrades, as long as we have patience, we will always stand on the right team."

...

"Please sit down."

In Director Wang's office, Xue Mo sat stiffly on the sofa.

"I heard that your real name is Jian Muyi, right?" Director Wang asked with a smile.

"Yeah." Xue Mo nodded.

"My name is Wang Yangyuyu. Can I call you by your real name?"

"Yes." Xue Mo nodded reluctantly.

In fact, he didn't like people calling him by his real name, because the protagonist of his last book used this name.

"Then, Mu Yi, can you tell me what you think of the police? Or cognition, how do you define the police?"

Wang Yangyuyu asked, while taking out a set of tea sets and starting to make tea.

"I think the police are very good." Xue Mo thought for a while and said.

"Tell me specifically, what is good about it, are there any bad things, and where are the bad things."

"Justice, bravery, helpfulness."

"Well, what about the bad things?"

Director Wang poured a cup of tea for Xue Mo.

"Thank you." Xue Mo took the tea: "The bad things...smoking too much?"

"Puff." Director Wang couldn't help laughing: "Anything else?"

"No, no more." Xue Mo shook his head.

"Do you smoke?" Director Wang picked up a small cup and drank a cup of tea and asked.

"No."

"Then do you know why the police smoke so much?"

"I don't know."

"Look, in the eyes of you outsiders, the police are just, brave, and helpful, right?"

Wang looked at Xue Mo, and seeing Xue Mo nodded, he continued: "But the police are also human beings. Don't the police have selfishness? Yes! Aren't the police afraid? Afraid! Aren't the police tired? Tired!"

"Sometimes what should I do when the pressure is too great or I am too tired? I can only smoke to relieve fatigue, and it becomes a habit over time."

"So that's how it is." Xue Mo nodded.

"Of course, I'm not saying that smoking is right. Smoking is indeed bad, but when this eucalyptus comes..."

So, Wang talked about the pressure of the police, the ideals of the country, and the honor of the nation from a small cigarette, and finally turned to the eucalyptus smoothly.

"So, Comrade Mu Yi!"

Wang stood up straight and saluted Mu Yi.

"For the safety of the people and for your own safety, I'll leave this case to you!"

"Yes! Don't worry, I promise to do my best!"

Xue Mo also stood up and saluted in return.

A sense of honor and pride arose from my heart. It turned out that the feeling of being needed by others is so happy!

After chatting for another half an hour, Director Wang looked at the watch. It was almost five o'clock.

"Okay, let's talk about this today. Come to me if you have any questions in the future." Director Wang patted Xue Mo's shoulder.

"Okay, thank you, Director Wang."

"You're polite. You can just call me Brother Wang. No need to be so formal."

Director Wang took out a box of cigarettes: "Want one?"

"No, no, I really can't." Xue Mo waved his hands repeatedly, and then seemed to suddenly remember something: "Brother Wang, if the pressure is too great, I have a good consultation room here... Smoking too much is not good after all."

Xue Mo didn't say it too clearly, but took out a business card and stuffed it into Director Wang's hand.

"Xinge Consultation, Ningxin."

Director Wang held a cigarette in his mouth and looked at it: "Have you been there?"

"Uh..." Xue Mo was a little embarrassed and didn't know how to answer.

"Haha, it's okay, just pretend I didn't ask. I'll go and see it when I have time. Thank you." Fortunately, Director Wang is a high EQ type.

On the other side.

"Is it here?"

Captain Wang and several criminal police looked a little strange.

Because they were parked downstairs of Xue Mo's house, and the address was the building opposite Xue Mo's house.

"Which floor?" Captain Wang asked, pinching the cigarette in his hand.

"Top floor."

"Top floor?"

Captain Wang and the two criminal police who had been up there before looked at each other.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

No one opened it.

Captain Wang had been knocking for more than three minutes, but there was no movement in the house.

"Could he have gone out before?"

They had already locked the windows in front and behind, and the old man couldn't have escaped.

"Do you want to break the door?" A criminal police officer looked at Captain Wang and asked.

"Wait, let me ask the door across the street first." A criminal police officer who was closer to the door across the street knocked on the door across the street.

"Don't try, that door can't be opened."

However, as soon as the voice fell, the door across the street opened!

"Hello, we are..."

The detective who knocked on the door was about to introduce himself when he saw a young man with a sallow complexion coming out.

"Hello."

There was no expression on the young man's face, but Team Wang always felt that he was crying.

"This is for you."

He handed a rolled up paper in his hand to a criminal police officer, one of the two people who came before.

"we would like……"

The person who knocked on the door wanted to ask something else, but the next moment, the door was closed with a "bang!"

"this……"

"Don't mind, that's just him."

"Look what it is." Captain Wang pointed to the piece of paper.

"good!"

The detective opened the paper.

It was a watercolor painting.

In the painting, an old man is standing at the door of the room, surrounded by a black and white curtain, and a sharp fruit knife is placed in front of the old man. In order to highlight the sharpness of the knife, the young man used a lot of white on it. On the blade.

The old man's painting is lifelike, with a kind smile on his face, but what's weird is that both of the old man's hands hang down by his sides, but the knife is suspended in the air.

Directly below the painting, the names of two people were signed.

Same as the previous one.

What is written at the bottom is Satan.

Directly above Satan is written Ning Xin.

"Do you smell anything?"

A detective said with a frown.

"It seems like blood?"

"Blood?" Captain Wang was shocked: "Quick! Smash the door!"

"No," but the man squatted down next to the painting and smelled it carefully: "It's a painting! This painting smells of blood!"