Who moved my novel?

"I can use a special method to help you recover your memory, but this may not be successful due to personal characteristics."

Liu thought for a long time but couldn't remember any useful information. Dong Peng sighed and prepared to use the last method.

"Okay." Liu nodded, and asked anxiously: "Is it safe?"

"No." Dong Peng shook his head: "I am still very skilled in operation, and I have used it many times before."

"Then... come on!" Liu nodded resolutely.

"Okay." Dong Peng also nodded and looked at Director Wang beside him: "Director Wang, I need to arrange a more comfortable environment for Liu."

A few minutes later.

"Is this okay?" Director Wang pointed to his office and asked.

"Okay." Dong Peng nodded and pointed to the sofa: "Liu, please sit down."

"Okay." Liu sat on the sofa nervously and sat there stiffly.

"Okay, now, relax." Dong Peng pulled over a chair and sat opposite Liu.

"Look at my fingers."

"Okay, focus all your attention on my fingers. You can now see the lines on my fingers and every detail on my fingers."

"Stare at the lines on my fingers. Now, start moving your sight along these lines, moving, as if you are walking in a maze, gradually moving."

Dong Peng slowly shook his fingers.

"Continue, focus your attention on the fingerprints, and move."

"Now, what you see is no longer fingerprints, but a maze. Following this maze..."

More than ten minutes later, Dong Peng looked at Liu Suo, who had completely entered the wrong state, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Liu Changqing, do you still remember your pen? Your favorite one."

"I remember." Liu Suo's eyes were a little dull, but he answered the question very quickly.

"Now start to build the appearance of this pen in front of you. Its cap, pen tail, and decoration will appear in front of you one by one. Do you see it now?"

"I see it." Liu Suo nodded.

"Very good, now, look for this pen from your memory." Dong Peng thought for a moment: "What did you see?"

"I saw..." Liu paused for a moment: "I saw Shanshan, Shanshan!"

"Who is Shanshan?" Dong Peng continued to ask.

"She is the person I liked in junior high school."

"Did she give you the pen?"

"Yes, she, she came over with the pen." Liu's eyes showed a trace of tenderness.

"Well." Dong Peng nodded: "Now look, after she gave you the pen, where did you put this pen that you cherish most and like most."

"Put it under my pillow."

"What happened next?" Dong Peng guided Liu to remember the "past and present" of this pen bit by bit.

"My mother found it and put it on my desk."

"Well, keep looking, where did you put this pen afterwards?"

"Take it to my office." Liu said: "Put it on my desk."

It's almost there.

Dong Peng nodded, knowing that he was about to reach the most critical place.

"Someone moved my pen!" Liu was suddenly excited.

"Did you see clearly? Who was it?" Dong Peng suppressed his emotions and tried to keep his tone as calm as possible: "Now gradually slow down the picture, stop the picture at this moment, and see his face clearly."

"Yes, it's Xue Mo!" Liu said firmly: "It's Xue Mo!"

"Xue Mo?" Director Wang shouted in surprise, then realized that he seemed to disturb Dong Peng, and quickly covered his mouth.

"Shh!" Dong Peng frowned slightly, looked at Director Wang, and made a gesture to silence.

Fortunately, Liu was still in an excited mood and did not wake up.

"Look, what did he do with your pen?" Dong Peng continued to ask.

"He wrote something on the paper, it's a case."

"Yeah." Dong Peng nodded, Xue Mo should be writing a novel: "Okay, let's continue to speed up the time, where will you see your pen next time?"

"In... in the interrogation room." Liu shook his head left and right, as if he was looking at the surrounding environment.

"What was its state in the interrogation room? Can you see who brought it to the interrogation room?" Dong Peng continued to guide.

"It was in Xue Mo's hand." Liu showed a disgusted expression: "Xue Mo actually drooled on my pen!"

"What did he do with your pen?"

"Probably writing something." Liu showed a puzzled look: "But there was nothing on his paper."

"Yeah." Dong Peng nodded again. It was normal for Xue Mo to write something. It was not a problem that needed to be studied in detail. The key was to find the scene where the pen appeared last time as soon as possible.

"Keep watching. Where will you see the pen next time?"

"Next time..." Liu hesitated for a long time and did not respond.

"The next time you see the pen." Dong Peng reiterated the question: "See where it is."

"In..." Liu only said the beginning again and stopped.

"What do you see now?" Dong Peng immediately became alert.

"I can't see anything. No, I see darkness."

"This is it." Dong Peng looked at Director Wang: "Director Wang, the last time the pen appeared was in Xue Mo's hand!"

...

"Brother Wang, what's wrong? Why are you so nervous?" A policeman asked suspiciously, looking at Wang Zhenhua who was sitting restlessly.

"Officer Liu..." Wang Zhenhua paused. For the sake of Officer Liu's reputation, he decided not to tell anyone about the arrest of Officer Liu. He just sighed.

"Officer Liu?" The police looked at Wang Zhenhua in confusion: "What's wrong with Officer Liu?"

"Ah, nothing." Wang Zhenhua shook his head: "Officer Liu didn't come. I was a little worried."

"What are you worried about?" The police looked at Wang Zhenhua in confusion: "You were asking for Officer Liu's contact information all over the office this morning, and now you are fidgeting again. You think about Officer Liu so much. Are you addicted to his criticism?"

"That's definitely not the case." Wang Zhenhua shook his head: "I'm just worried."

"Oh!" The police waved his hand: "Don't worry! Officer Liu is often late. Maybe he has something at home today, so he won't come."

"That's right." Wang Zhenhua nodded reluctantly: "I'm overthinking."

"That's right." The police nodded: "Let's go, let's eat. The meal is ready."

"So early?" Wang Zhenhua looked at the time. It was just past eleven o'clock.

"No one's coming anyway, let's eat first." The policeman said, and was about to go upstairs.

However, at this moment, the door of the police station was suddenly pushed open.

"Hello." The man looked at the two people in front of him as soon as he entered the room: "Excuse me, who should I call the police?"

"Call the police?" Wang Zhenhua hurried over, and the policeman who was going to eat also came up: "What happened?"

"I... I found this on the road." The man said, taking out a small infrared lamp from his pocket: "Because there is blood on it, so I brought it here."