Who moved my novel?

"Xue Mo, you're here." Wang Ju looked at Xue Mo and pointed to the sofa opposite his desk: "Please, you're welcome."

"Yeah." Xue Mo nodded and sat on the sofa.

"I heard that you went to the school?" He was not worried about Dong Peng and the Erfeng King Bureau, but he was very worried about the Blood Ink King Bureau.

"Yes." Xue Mo nodded: "Is there any problem? Wang Bureau?"

"What did you do?" Wang Ju looked annoyed at Xue Mo's nonchalant look and didn't know why.

"Be a psychology teacher." Xue Mo thought for a while and felt that he should answer the question in more detail: "Just because the money from writing the book was not enough to rent a house and eat, so I had to find a job."

"I know you are going to be a psychology teacher." Wang Ju raised his hand as if he wanted to say something, but put it down after thinking about it.

Xue Mo is right, of course you have to work if you don't have money, and there is nothing unreasonable about going to school to work.

But Wang Ju still felt strange.

"It seems like I'm not the only one who went there?" Xue Mo thought for a while: "I heard that Dong Peng also went there. Why don't you ask him? Isn't he the suspect in the last case?"

"His suspicion has been cleared." Wang Ju shook his head: "There is a lot of evidence to prove that he was not at the scene that day."

"Can't the evidence be faked?" Xue Mo raised his eyebrows: "The person I dreamed about in my dream was Dong Peng!"

"Huh?" Director Wang frowned slightly: "Last time you said it was just speculation, how come it became a certainty this time?"

"I remembered it wrong last time." Xue Mo lowered his head unnaturally: "I remembered later, that person was him!"

"But the evidence proves otherwise." Wang Ju shook his head.

"Who else could it be? Is it really Liu Suo?"

"This..." Wang Ju was speechless, speechless for a moment.

Although Dong Peng used hypnosis to make Liu Suo remember where the pen disappeared, this cannot be used as evidence. Moreover, even Wang Ju himself cannot judge the authenticity of that statement. After all, it was Liu Suo who said it. came out, and no corroborating evidence was subsequently found.

"It's not impossible." Xue Mo suddenly said: "It seems that the deputy director of your bureau was involved in a murder before, right? And Xiao Li also accidentally killed a bad guy..."

Bloody ink counts the murders committed by Wang Bureau's colleagues.

"So it's really possible that Liu Suo killed someone, but I don't know why he..."

"Stop talking!" Wang Ju suddenly yelled: "Liu Suo doesn't know how to kill! The person before was not killed by Xiao Li! That was Zhou Ju's misjudgment! Misjudgment!"

"Impossible." Xue Mo blinked and looked at Director Wang: "Director Zhou is famous for being fast and accurate in handling matters. It is unlikely that he will misjudge."

"How is it impossible? How is it impossible!" Wang Ju suddenly roared hysterically.

"After all, he was the only one present at the time, and the scene was..."

"Get out!" Wang Ju yelled, reaching out to cover Xue Mo's mouth: "Stop talking!"

"What's wrong? What's wrong? This is it!" Just when Wang Ju was angrily trying to grab Xue Mo, the office door was suddenly opened.

"Director Wang." Xue Mo looked at the person he was watching and was determined: "Director Wang came to me and asked me why I wanted to be a teacher, and then for some reason, he attacked me!"

…

other side.

"Master Dong, look..." A man in a suit and leather shoes stood in front of Dong Peng: "Can it be counted?"

"This is not easy to handle." Dong Peng shook his head slightly: "Your matter is different from Boss Zhu's. Boss Zhu's is asking for money, but you..."

"If it's difficult, it can be done." The man in the suit was not angry when he heard what Dong Peng said. Instead, he happily held Dong Peng's hand: "Master Dong, tell me, tell me the number, I know it's not possible It’s easy to do, but as long as you can do it, you can do it.”

"Well..." Dong Peng lowered his head and pondered for a moment: "It's true that it's not impossible, but the conditions are a bit harsh."

"It doesn't matter!" The man in a suit waved his hand: "Whatever conditions you say, as long as I, Mr. Li, can fulfill them, I won't give you a second thought!"

"Okay." Dong Peng nodded and looked at Zhu Lifu: "Boss Zhu, please go out and wait, and then come back in five minutes."

"Okay, okay!" Zhu Lifu nodded repeatedly, closed the door and went out.

"Master, please tell me." The man in a suit politely poured tea for Dong Peng. Ever since he took this position, his father had never treated him like this before!

"In this matter, you must first get rid of your grievances." Dong Peng pointed out: "You said that many people suddenly paid attention to this matter. That is because the deceased is trying to guide others, and that is because the soul is trying to Convey your anger and unwillingness!”

"Master, I don't understand what you are saying." The man in the suit said quickly: "Just tell me what to do! Don't worry, I will listen to you!"

"This..." Dong Peng was a little embarrassed: "I have to tell you the principle first, and then you can act conveniently."

"No, no, no." The man in the suit waved his hand: "Master, I'm slow in thinking. Just tell me how to do it. I will definitely do exactly what you say!"

"That's okay." Dong Peng reluctantly nodded: "Then you have to remember everything!"

"Don't worry!" The man in the suit nodded: "It's absolutely accurate!"

"Okay then." Dong Peng agreed, and skillfully took out a piece of paper from the hidden compartment of Zhu Lifo's desk and started writing on the paper with a pen.

#Take a bottle of blood ink, a piece of white paper, and write your sins in ink.

＃Take some yellow paper and a bowl of rooster blood...

＃……

"Here you go, take it." Dong Peng said, shaking the paper to make the writing on it dry faster.

"Okay." The man in the suit nodded quickly, took the paper and read it.

"Just follow the instructions above. After the investigation, there will be fewer people. You can come to me again. I will choose a good day for you and you can take the things away."

"Yes!" The man in the suit agreed without hesitation, but he was embarrassed the next moment: "Master, everything else is easy, but what is this blood ink? Is it red ink?"

"Oh, that one." Dong Peng slapped his forehead: "Sorry, it's my fault. I forgot that you came to me for the first time. The blood ink is my special ink. Give me the materials and I will make one for you."

"Thank you, Master!" The man in the suit nodded quickly: "What materials do you need?"

"I have all the other materials, but I'm missing a tube of your blood." Dong Peng took out a test tube and said: "You have to take it slowly. You have to use the hand that held the shovel."

"Blood?" The man in the suit was stunned for a moment, then gritted his teeth and nodded: "Okay, Master, wait for me!"