Who moved my novel?

Cigarettes burned quickly.

The murderer was caught, but Director Wang was not happy at all.

"Director Wang." Hu Danian, who hurried back in the night, looked tired.

"I'm back." Director Wang nodded: "How is it?"

"Ah..." Hu Danian sighed.

"Didn't save him?" Director Wang tried to keep himself calm, but his voice became hoarse uncontrollably.

"Yeah." Hu Danian bowed his head.

"Go in and rest for a while." Director Wang patted Hu Danian's shoulder: "It's not your fault."

"Yes, Director Wang." Hu Danian whispered back and walked silently into the police station.

"Huh..." Director Wang couldn't help it after all, squatted on the ground, and blew out a puff of smoke. Looking at the faint, gradually dissipating smoke, Director Wang didn't know what he wanted for a while.

The truth?

Yes, I have always wanted the truth.

But now that the truth has been found out, why am I not happy at all?

Justice?

Of course, what I pursue is justice.

But what is the so-called justice? Life for a life? But who was wrong first?

"Have a smoke." Dong Peng came to Director Wang at some point and handed him a cigarette.

"Thank you." Director Wang didn't think much about it, after all, Dong Peng often gave him cigarettes.

"Cough cough cough!" However, after taking a puff, Director Wang's eyes suddenly widened, and he coughed violently to cough out the smoke he had inhaled: "Dong Peng, what did you smoke for me!"

Director Wang was a little panicked, because the smell of that thing just now was obviously not a normal cigarette.

Could it be...

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous." Dong Peng spoke calmly: "It's just a mint-flavored cigarette."

"Mint?" Director Wang smacked his lips, and it didn't feel like it at all.

"Well... to be more precise, the mint was crushed and added to the tobacco leaves." Dong Peng shrugged: "Don't worry, it's definitely not poison."

"That's fine." Director Wang nodded, still keeping a vigilant look at Dong Peng: "Why are you here in the middle of the night?"

"Nothing." Dong Peng shook his head: "I'm here to deliver something."

"Deliver something?" Director Wang looked at Dong Peng in confusion: "What to deliver?"

"This." Dong Peng took out a scarf from his backpack: "You took away a guard from our school, right? His scarf."

"He..." Speaking of the old man, Director Wang was worried again, and took out a cigarette and was about to light it.

"Director Wang." Dong Peng quickly reached out to stop him: "Director Wang, you can't smoke anymore, there are cigarette butts all over the floor."

As he said that, Dong Peng also pointed to the ground, where there were at least twenty cigarette butts.

"The person is gone." Director Wang said indifferently, and put away the cigarette, but he didn't say anything else.

"He's gone?" Dong Peng looked at Director Wang in surprise: "How...how come it's so fast? Wasn't he brought back in the afternoon? Don't you even follow the procedures?"

"He committed suicide." Director Wang shook his head: "He didn't know where he hid the poison and went to the toilet to commit suicide."

"..." Dong Peng was silent.

I didn't expect him to be so decisive, and he chose to protect himself with his life, just to repay me for avenging his daughter.

"Take the scarf back." Director Wang looked at the scarf in Dong Peng's hand and shook his head: "It's a reminder. He is a good man and worth remembering."

"No." Dong Peng shook his head: "Take this towel and bury it with him. It was knitted by his daughter before he died."

"He..." Director Wang opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say.

"Yeah." Dong Peng nodded: "They both used their last strength to love each other. Let's bury this scarf with him. This should be its most meaningful use."

"Okay." Director Wang nodded and took the scarf: "Speaking of which, are you familiar with each other? Can you tell me about him?"

"Not familiar." Dong Peng shook his head and glanced at the scarf in Director Wang's hand: "Maybe it's just because I helped him a little bit. He is a grateful person."

"I think so." Director Wang nodded, and then the two fell into endless silence.

...

"Haa~" At the door, the drunk man yawned loudly.

"Morning." Xue Mo looked at the man: "Why did you come here?"

The man in the guard room opposite Xue Mo was none other than the drunkard who was drunk every day.

"You, Teacher Xue." The man nodded to Xue Mo and smiled: "Isn't it that I have nowhere to stay? This place is good. I am alone and comfortable."

"Both guards of our school have resigned." Dong Peng happened to come from the door and said to Xue Mo with a cold face: "Teacher Xue has no class today? Why did you come so late?"

"Yeah, no class." Xue Mo was not angry. He smiled and asked back: "Why? Teacher Dong has a full class today?"

"Hehe." Dong Peng sneered and ignored Xue Mo and walked into the campus.

"Teacher Xue, don't pay attention to him." At some point, the old man in the library stood behind Xue Mo. Seeing Dong Peng leaving, he patted Xue Mo on the shoulder: "Teacher Xue, are you still going to the library to work today? I just have something to tell you."

"Hehe, hehe, yes, what is it?" Xue Mo responded awkwardly, but he had to follow him. There was no other way. He had no other place to work.

"Don't worry about it, you must be interested." The old man said mysteriously: "But you can't tell me now, that thing can't be spread!"

After that, the old man took Xue Mo to the library mysteriously.

"Uncle, can you tell me now?" Xue Mo looked at the uncle and asked, "Isn't it about your daughter again?"

"No." The uncle shook his head: "Teacher Xue, do you know what happened to the two guards at our door?"

"I don't know." Xue Mo shook his head: "Isn't it just resignation? Isn't this a very normal thing?"

"No." The uncle shook his head again: "I tell you, in fact, one of them killed the other!"

"Killed?" Xue Mo looked at the uncle in confusion: "Why?"

"Because of some previous grievances." The uncle shook his head: "Anyway, he was killed, and I heard that the death was quite tragic."

"Oh, this." Xue Mo was a little surprised: "Then our school has no security guards?"

"Yes." The uncle nodded: "Teacher Xue, aren't you afraid?"

"Ah?" Xue Mo was stunned for a moment, and then reacted: "Oh, yes! Afraid!"

"What are you afraid of?" The uncle looked at Xue Mo with a smile.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to grab lunch at noon." Xue Mo said as he took out a small notebook and wrote a line on it: "Write down the menu first so you don't have to choose when you get there."

"Hahaha." The old man suddenly laughed: "Not bad, not bad, you are worthy of being Teacher Xue. Actually, I have something to ask of you."