Who moved my novel?

"Wang Ju, the killing method is very cruel, it can be said that there is no skill."

"Tell me in detail." Director Wang said while looking at the report.

"Okay." The policeman nodded: "The murderer stabbed the deceased's heart with a dagger, and the deceased died within a short period of time."

"So, the murderer's clothes must be stained with blood." Wang Ju nodded.

"That's not necessarily true." The policeman shook his head: "The knife was pulled out by the deceased, and the blood may not be splashed on the murderer."

"Did the deceased pull it out?" Wang Ju had a headache: "That shouldn't be the case. The deceased had a very high level of knowledge and should have known that pulling out the knife would make him die faster."

"That's not clear." The policeman shook his head: "But it is true that there are only fingerprints of the deceased on the knife, and according to the fingerprints, it is the posture of drawing the knife."

"Yes." Wang Ju nodded: "Let's record this first. The top priority now is to meet Xue Mo first. Speaking of which, has Xue Mo brought him back?"

"I don't know either. Let me ask."

"Okay." Director Wang nodded and added: "If you bring it here, bring it directly to my office."

…

"Uncle!" Hearing the sound of opening the door, they stood up quickly and breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Dong Peng coming back: "Uncle, is there no accident?"

"No." Dong Peng shook his head.

"Uncle, you..." Yi Yi looked at Dong Peng in surprise: "Why is there no blood on you?"

"Little guy!" Dong Peng smiled and rubbed Yiyi's head: "You still want me to be covered in blood?"

"That's not true." Yiyi still looked puzzled: "But why wouldn't it be?"

"Because he drew the knife himself." Dong Peng took off his coat and put on another one, and asked, "Is my phone always there?"

"Yeah." Yiyi nodded: "Uncle, why do you want to record your own voice?"

"Because there is a bug in this room." Dong Peng threw the coat he had just changed into in the dressing room next to the studio and walked back: "The recording was played to create an alibi."

"Ah?" Yiyi quickly lowered his voice: "Then... let's talk..."

"Don't worry." Dong Peng shook his head: "He can't hear this part."

"That's good." Yiyi patted his chest: "Uncle, what are you going to do next? Do you need my help?"

"Has the water I asked for been boiled?" Dong Peng looked at the steaming kettle: "It seems like it is."

"Yeah." Yiyi nodded: "But it's been a bit long, maybe the temperature is not that high."

"It's okay, this is just right, otherwise it would be inconvenient to entertain guests." Dong Peng nodded and handed a full test tube to Yiyi: "Go and help me put the test tubes on the shelf."

"Okay." Yi Yi nodded and prepared to go out.

"Wait for me in the secret room later." Dong Peng added: "Don't come out until I ask you."

"Hmm... um!" They looked at Dong Peng one by one: "Uncle, please be safe."

After a few more minutes, there was a knock on the door.

"You're here." Dong Peng looked at Zhao Feng outside the door: "Come in and sit down."

"Yes." Zhao Feng nodded: "How do you know I haven't left?"

"When did you leave? Why didn't I know?" Dong Peng walked back to his seat casually.

"Huh?" Zhao Feng was stunned, and then he realized that only Xue Mo and some people in the city bureau knew about his departure. Dong Peng really had no reason to know.

"Sit." Dong Peng raised his chin and motioned for Zhao Feng to sit opposite him.

"Thank you." Zhao Feng sat there, his eyes unconsciously glancing to both sides.

"Aren't you going to say something?" Dong Peng looked at Zhao Feng and asked.

"I..." Zhao Feng looked at Dong Peng, a little embarrassed.

"Or are you so confident that you don't even think it's wrong to do this?"

"No." Zhao Feng quickly shook his head and sighed: "I'm sorry."

"Yes." Dong Peng nodded: "We can be considered friends. I don't want to make this matter too big, but you have seriously trampled on my bottom line by installing monitors in my studio at will. Mr. Zhao, give it to me." Let’s give an explanation.”

"Tell me what kind of compensation you want." Zhao Feng couldn't help but said, "Whatever you want, I'll do my best to give it to you!"

"Three things." Dong Peng held out three fingers: "Help me do three things. I will let this matter go. We will still be friends in the future."

"You say it first." Zhao Feng frowned slightly and did not agree immediately.

"First, remove all the monitoring equipment in my room."

"It should be." Zhao Feng nodded and relaxed slightly. Although this was only the first thing, it is not a bad thing to be easy in the first thing.

"Second, help me keep an eye on the blood ink." Dong Peng added: "You are neighbors, it shouldn't be difficult, right?"

"Actually, I announced to the public that I have left." Zhao Feng nodded: "But I can do this, but you need to tell me why."

"Do I need to tell you why?" Dong Peng looked at Zhao Feng coldly: "Now you are asking for something from me, not me for asking you. I am just negotiating terms with you."

"You know, with my background, the most I can do for things like installing surveillance is a public apology." Zhao Feng refused to give in, insisting on letting Dong Peng tell the reason: "Let's put it bluntly, I can do it. , and you can rest assured about the efficiency of the work, but you need to give me a reason for graduation.”

"Reasons..." Dong Peng thought about it and nodded reluctantly: "Okay, but you have to promise me that you will help me first."

"Okay." Zhao Feng nodded.

Dong Peng only told him to go and find someone, but did not say that he must report truthfully. At most, he would handle it at his discretion.

"I suspect Xue Mo is the murderer." Dong Peng frowned slightly: "At first I always thought it couldn't be him, but in the recent cases... he has some problems."

"Because of this?" Zhao Feng was a little surprised: "I didn't expect you to care about this matter."

"This is not care." Dong Peng shook his head: "I have a feeling that Xue Mo seems to want to put the blame on me."

"Put the blame on you?" Zhao Feng looked at Dong Peng in confusion: "Why do you say that?"

"A policeman told me that he said bad things about me in front of Director Wang, and kept hinting to Director Wang that I was the murderer." Dong Peng didn't seem to be in a good mood, his face was dark and scary: "I have been helping him, but I didn't expect him to repay kindness with hatred!"

"Police?" Zhao Feng raised his eyebrows: "You are inside the police..."

"Can't I have a few friends?" Dong Peng sneered: "After all, the job I do is not a safe job."

"Not really." Zhao Feng shook his head: "Well, the second thing, I agreed."