Who moved my novel?

"Open inward. I've seen the photos of the scene. They are consistent." The middle-aged policeman took out his mobile phone to show Wang Zhenhua.

"Bang!" Wang Zhenhua slapped the table and stood up: "Xue Mo! I will give you one last chance. Have you ever been to that unfinished building?"

"No, really not." Xuemo Wang Zhenhua's sudden attack made him tremble with fright.

"Then how do you know that the door opens from the inside? I have been to the existing shopping malls in Xicheng District several times, and the bathroom doors there open from the outside!" Wang Zhenhua stared at Xue Mo menacingly.

"The plot requires..." Xue Mo said timidly: "Officer Wang, I originally wanted to restore 100% of the shopping mall in Xicheng District, but due to the reporting time and operating techniques, I have to change some of the bathroom conditions. Modifications added.”

"Composition technique?" Wang Zhenhua flipped through Xue Mo's manuscript.

"I haven't written it yet..." Xue Mo said embarrassedly: "Today's article hasn't been finished yet, so I haven't written that part yet. I can tell you first."

"You first need to explain the door problem clearly..."

Just as Wang Zhenhua was about to pursue the victory, he was stopped by the middle-aged policeman beside him.

"Let him tell me and let me hear if that's what happened." The middle-aged policeman folded his fingers into a tower and placed them roughly at his chin.

Wang Zhenhua reacted immediately. It was less than two hours since the report was filed, and the investigation of the case had just begun.

Regardless of whether the young man in front of him is a murderer or not, if he can quickly master the murder techniques, it will be a huge help to solve the murder. Of course, this is also their contribution.

"Ha~hu..." Xue Mo took a deep breath, barely controlled the fear in his heart, and said: "The most critical suspense point of this case is that the murderer is not at the scene, but how can you kill someone if he is not at the scene?"

"Don't show off!" Wang Zhenhua said when he saw Xue Mo talking, stopped to look at them, and patted the table.

"Okay, okay." Xue Mo was startled and said in a trembling voice: "So, we have to use props, namely, ropes, hooks, knives, and also the toilet door."

"Speak clearly." Wang Zhenhua frowned, what are you talking about? What's wrong with a donkey's lips and a horse's mouth? Is this the level of today's online writers?

"I, I'm sorry, I, I..." Xue Mo said "I" for a long time without saying anything.

"Don't be nervous." At this time, the middle-aged policeman stood up, picked up the thermos cup on the table and poured a cup of warm water for Xue Mo.

"Come, drink some water, it doesn't matter, you don't have to worry, just say whatever you want, just like you usually write novels. Today, we are your readers, you have to tell us the story clearly, right? "

Wang Zhenhua looked at the middle-aged policeman with some surprise. The middle-aged policeman handed him his mobile phone, and saw a blood-red photo on it. The blood stained the entire bathroom stall beyond recognition.

But a few things came into Wang Zhenhua's sight at once: a rope, a hook, and a knife.

"Yes." Xue Mo held the warm paper cup in his hand and calmed down a little: "Then, shall I continue?"

"Go ahead." The middle-aged policeman smiled and nodded.

"Then how do you kill people with these things?" Xue Mo paused slightly.

"First of all, we have to consider one issue, which is to ensure that the deceased must enter this compartment, but there are five compartments in this row! There is a one-fifth probability, which the murderer dare not bet on, so He locked the other four."

"No, it doesn't fit here." Wang Zhenhua suddenly interrupted Xue Mo, but the middle-aged policeman who responded to him gave him a blank look.

"You're right!" Unexpectedly, Xue Mo suddenly became excited at this time: "It's really not right! When the police went to investigate, they clearly saw that the doors of the five compartments were all open!"

"Why is this? We have to talk about these hooks. If you look carefully, you will find that there are a total of five hooks on the ground, but in fact only one is actually used to kill people. Then you have to think about it. The rest What are the four used for?”

"Is it used to open the door?" the middle-aged policeman agreed.

"That's right! The other four hooks are used to open the door. The four hooks are used to fasten the doors of the other four compartments respectively. In this way, the rest of the toilets were locked before the deceased was killed. But after the incident, , the doors of the remaining four compartments will open."

"But what is the purpose of doing this? Don't you think it is a waste of effort?" Wang Zhenhua frowned and thought: "In fact, he only needs to lock the door. There is no need to design a mechanism to open the door again."

"I have to mention the words in the other four compartments." Xue Mo nodded: "The murderer left four words on the walls of the other four compartments, and he must use a A way of covering it up directly in front of others.”

"The way of covering up is directly presented. This statement sounds a bit contradictory at first, so here is an example." Xue Mo said enthusiastically: "Officer Wang, if I tell you now that I have a way, I can save you a day." You can earn 100,000 yuan within a short period of time, do you believe it?”

"Me?" Wang Zhenhua didn't expect that he would be named suddenly.

"You don't believe it!" Xue Mo said confidently: "Not only do you not believe it, you may even install an anti-fraud APP on my phone!"

"Yeah." The middle-aged policeman nodded. There is also a possibility that he would be arrested directly as a fraudster.

“But if you heard me whisper on the phone: ‘Hello, wife, I have something to tell you. My friend introduced me to a part-time job, one hundred thousand a day! Oh, don’t disbelieve it, no, it’s not a scam, the money has been sent to me, in cash! No, no information left, just helping people move things!’, what would you think?”

“My first thought might be whether this person is helping people dispose of corpses.” The middle-aged policeman answered, not knowing whether he really thought so or was joking.

“Yeah.” Xue Mo nodded.

"You will find a reasonable excuse for the 100,000 yuan instead of questioning it. Why? Because you discovered it yourself, not someone else told you directly. You made an effort, and you can even say that you stole someone else's secret, so you believed it."

"That makes sense." The middle-aged policeman nodded: "So this criminal did this to take advantage of people's psychology, and the purpose is... to make us police believe the words he wrote in the four compartments?"

"Yes!" Xue Mo nodded heavily: "There is a big blood-red font behind each of the four compartment doors, and it is a sentence when connected together."

"What is it?" Wang Zhenhua frowned and looked at Xue Mo who was keeping it a secret again and asked.

"Debt." Xue Mo paused: "Pay it back!"

"Gudu!" Xue Mo's voice was not loud when he said "pay it back", but his eyes revealed a fierce murderous intent, and even the middle-aged policeman and Wang Zhenhua sitting opposite him couldn't help swallowing their saliva.

[Author's digression]: Paying debts and reading messages are natural and right, and ghosts and gods cannot change!

[Number of clues/foreshadowings in this chapter: 2]