Who moved my novel?

"Can't tell?" Wang Ju frowned slightly: "Why?"

"Because it involves other people's privacy." Dong Peng shrugged: "I have told you about this a long time ago."

"Okay." Director Wang nodded: "Then it's time for interrogation. You tell me."

"You have to give me a reason for the interrogation." Dong Peng looked at Wang Ju helplessly: "Or are you deliberately torturing me? Are you calling me here for interrogation every once in a while?"

"He's dead." Wang Ju didn't bother Dong Peng and told him directly: "He died at around seven o'clock last night. Please prove that you are not here."

"Huh?" Dong Peng frowned upon hearing this: "Wang Ju, isn't this right? Why do I have to prove my absence when someone dies? Where did the person die? I would understand if you said that if he died in front of my house."

"..." Director Wang frowned slightly when he heard what Dong Peng said.

Indeed, Dong Peng was right. The place where the person died was far away from Dong Peng. The deceased did not seem to know Dong Peng. Why did he want to interrogate Dong Peng?

Just because of a word from Xue Mo?

"Actually, I want to ask you for help, but before that, I have to make sure that you are not the murderer, right?" Fortunately, Wang Ju responded quickly and quickly gave an explanation.

"I don't want to help." Dong Peng said and drank the coffee in the cup: "Thank you for the hospitality. If there is nothing else, please see Liu Suo. Then I will go back and continue my work."

"Dong Peng." Wang Ju stopped Dong Peng. The situation was such that he had to play the emotional card instead: "Dong Peng, I understand how you feel about pursuing justice but not being understood. I feel the same way. You know it."

Sure enough, as soon as Wang Ju said these words, Dong Peng's attitude of wanting to leave immediately became less determined.

"Dong Peng, help me, I really can't find anyone who is capable and willing to help me now!" Wang Ju said very sincerely.

"What does that have to do with me?" Dong Peng turned his eyes to the other side. Although he said this, his attitude softened significantly.

"Actually..." Upon seeing this, Director Wang knew there was something going on, and immediately prepared the next dose of information. Director Wang sighed and said hesitantly: "Oh...Dong Peng, you know why I called you this time" Come?"

"Why?"

"Actually, your home is far away from the scene of the eucalyptus, and you don't know the deceased, and there is no evidence that you have been nearby." Wang Ju did not state it directly, but laid the groundwork first.

"Then you shouldn't be looking for me!" Dong Peng took the bait.

"I think so too!" Wang Ju sighed again: "But...but someone pointed out that you are the murderer!"

"Me? The murderer?" Dong Peng looked at Wang Ju in disbelief: "Who is it? Let him come out to confront me!"

"We can't talk about this..." Wang Ju looked at Dong Peng, his face full of embarrassment.

"Let me think about it, let me think about it." Dong Peng tapped his forehead and quickly answered: "It's blood ink, isn't it?"

"This..." Wang Ju pretended to be difficult, but nodded slightly.

"I knew it!" Dong Peng slapped the sofa: "Others don't have the intention to mess with me, so he is the only one who has the idea, and he can still get in touch with you!"

"I don't want to believe it either." Wang Ju comforted Dong Peng: "After all, we have worked together for a while, and I understand your character, but Xue Mo said he has evidence."

"Evidence?" Dong Peng laughed angrily: "I haven't done anything, so where can he get the evidence?"

"I don't know about this." Wang Ju said sincerely: "I believe this was not done by you, but after all, Xue Mo has identified you, so we can only find you first and then make plans."

"I think this is the Blood Ink Thief calling to catch the thief!" Dong Peng said angrily: "I think the Blood Ink Thief is very suspicious!"

"I think so too." Director Wang nodded: "So, I hope you can help me find evidence."

"Well..." Dong Peng thought for a moment and nodded: "Yes, but you have to pay wages."

"You are so rich and you still need this little salary?" Wang Ju was dumbfounded by Dong Peng's words.

"I have no money, I told you." Dong Peng shook his head: "Otherwise, why would I go to work in an amusement park before?"

"Really?" Wang Ju looked at Dong Peng in disbelief. He had heard that this guy could earn hundreds of thousands at a time.

"Really." Dong Peng nodded: "When have you ever seen me spend money lavishly? I only eat the simplest ramen noodles when I eat."

"That's true." When Wang Ju thought about it, it seemed that it was really the case. He had never seen Dong Peng do any extravagant consumption behavior, except for this outfit.

"These clothes are also high imitations." Seeing Wang Ju looking at his clothes, Dong Peng handed the hat directly to Wang Ju: "If it wasn't for work, I wouldn't even buy these."

"It's true." Wang Ju looked at the hat in his hand. Although it was indeed very delicate, if you look closely, it was still slightly different from the original.

But in this case, Wang Ju was confused again.

"Dong Peng, don't you make a lot of money? How come you have no money?"

"This..." Dong Peng thought for a moment and shook his head: "I'll tell you this next time you come to my house."

"Okay." Wang Ju nodded, but he didn't dwell on the issue. After all, it had nothing to do with the matter.

"Also, can you let me see Liu Suo first?" Dong Peng frowned slightly: "I'm really worried that something will happen to him."

"Yes." Wang Ju nodded: "Of course I have to see him, but maybe there is no need to worry because the matter has already happened."

…

"Hi, Xiao Fengfeng." A mature woman in tight clothes walked down the plane quickly and waved to Zhao Feng from a distance: "Do you miss your sister?"

"No." Zhao Feng waved away her hand without any courtesy: "It's ten minutes late."

"Heartless." The woman pretended to be sad: "The plane is delayed. It's not my fault. I also want to come to see you as soon as possible, Xiao Fengfeng! You have to believe me!"

The woman cried while talking, and the people around her who didn't know about it cast ambiguous glances, as if they were watching a young couple quarreling.

"No, I..." Zhao Feng looked at the people around him helplessly and raised his eyebrows. Knowing that there was no point in explaining, he simply pulled the woman up: "Erfeng! I came to ask you for help, not to ask you to cause trouble for me!"

"You are still fierce! Woo woo woo!" The woman called "Erfeng" cried even harder, and several "kind-hearted people" around her couldn't help but come up to "comfort" her.

"Are you leaving?" Zhao Feng asked in a cold tone.

"Okay, okay." Seeing Zhao Feng's stern face, "Er Feng" immediately changed her expression: "Let's go, just go! Really!"

The speed of the operation stunned the people around, and everyone gasped and stared.