Who moved my novel?

"He is almost right." After leaving the interrogation room, Director Wang shook his head slightly: "I never thought it would be... My career after the New Year will be affected."

"What's wrong, Director Wang?" Director Zhou said with a smile: "Didn't you like to suspect this and that in the past? Why did you believe it so easily this time?"

"Do you think it's still suspicious?" Director Wang was in a bad mood and didn't want to pay attention to Director Zhou's attitude.

"It's not suspicious. Since the murderer has surrendered, just wait for the test results. I just want to remind you that your condition is not right." Director Zhou shook his head and quickened his pace to move forward.

"My... condition?" Director Wang frowned slightly: "That's true, after all, it involves my subordinates."

"Director Wang, someone downstairs wants to see you." Just as Director Wang was reflecting on himself, a policeman suddenly called Director Wang from behind.

"Looking for me?" Director Wang was a little surprised: "Did he tell me what he wanted me to do?"

"No." The policeman shook his head: "He said he had something to ask you, and you must go in person."

"I'll go?" Director Wang hesitated for a moment and nodded: "Okay, let's go and take a look."

"By the way, Director Wang." The policeman quickly added: "That man smells of alcohol, do you think you should call a few more people?"

"Smell of alcohol?" Director Wang raised his eyebrows and shook his head: "It's okay, isn't he in our hall? I really don't believe anyone dares to make trouble here!"

After saying that, Director Wang strode down the stairs and walked straight to the hall.

"Hello." Just as he got downstairs, a man who smelled of alcohol came out from nowhere, almost scaring Director Wang.

"Who are you?" Director Wang frowned and looked at the man in front of him.

Although he was mentally prepared for the "smell of alcohol", this man... at least four layers of alcohol!

"Hello, Director Wang, you may not know me, but I know you." Although the man looked drunk, he spoke clearly, but a little long-winded...

"Do you know me?" Director Wang looked up and down at the man in front of him.

His clothes did not look like street goods, but he was dressed worse than street goods.

Overall, he did not look like a homeless person, but his mental state was worse than that of a homeless person.

"I know you, to be precise, I have met you several times." The man nodded.

"Who are you?" Director Wang asked again.

"I am a teacher at Chixin City No. 2 Middle School." The visitor extended his hand: "It's the first time I meet you formally."

"Hello." Director Wang extended his right hand and shook hands with the man: "Now that you mention it, I seem to have seen you before. What subject do you teach?"

"I am not teaching now. I am helping to guard the gate recently." The visitor said awkwardly: "I opened the door for you before."

"Oh!" Director Wang suddenly realized: "I remember! What is the matter that you came to me specially?"

"Director Wang, how about we talk inside?" The drunkard pointed to a direction inside.

"That's fine." Director Wang nodded and joked: "It's okay to say it inside, but don't go over there, that's the interrogation room."

"That's right." The drunkard nodded: "We should go there to talk. Please lead the way, Director Wang."

"What's the situation?" Director Wang frowned in the interrogation room.

It's okay that this drunkard suddenly came over, and he sat in the interrogation room so naturally. Could there really be something wrong?

"Director Wang, I'm here to turn myself in." The drunkard said, "Did you see the four bodies at school this morning? I confess, I killed them all."

"What?!" Director Wang frowned, "You said you killed those four people?"

"Yes." The drunkard nodded, "I killed all four of them."

"Wait a minute." Director Wang took out the intercom, "Director Zhou, Director Zhou! Come downstairs!"

"Actually, I wanted to tell you myself." The drunkard shrugged when he saw Director Wang's actions : "After all, only you deserve this credit."

"That's not important." Director Wang shook his head and shouted into the intercom again: "Director Zhou, please reply if you get it!"

"What's wrong?" After a few seconds, Director Zhou's voice came from the intercom: "Director Wang, what do you want to talk to me about?"

"Director Zhou, another person surrendered himself, please come down quickly!"

"Surrendered himself?" Director Zhou's voice also rose a few degrees: "Did something happen again? I'll come over now."

A few minutes later, Director Zhou opened the door of the interrogation room breathlessly.

"What's going on? What case?"

"It's still the same case." Director Wang pointed to the person in front of him: "This person claimed that he killed those four people and wanted to report the case and surrender."

"What?" Director Zhou also frowned and looked at the drunkard: "You said you killed those four people?"

"It was me." The drunkard nodded calmly and burped.

"You drunkard, do you know what you are talking about?" Director Zhou frowned and looked at him: "That's a murder case, and killing a person is a capital crime, this is not a joke! Are you sure you killed the person?"

"I'm sure." The drunk nodded: "Besides, it won't be the death penalty. Those people are not good people. I'd better turn myself in. At most, I will get a life sentence."

"Then tell me, why did you kill them?" Director Wang looked at the man and asked.

"Because they bullied me. Didn't I just say that they are not good people? To some extent, I fought back to protect myself. Although it is not self-defense, it should be treated lightly." The drunkard said calmly.

"How did they threaten you?" Director Wang avoided the topic of sentencing and continued to ask.

"They forced me to find something in the school, and said that if I couldn't find it, they would kill me!" The drunkard said impatiently: "They don't even know what they are looking for. They said it was a batch of perfume. How can I find it?"

"Then you won't kill them, right?" Director Wang frowned slightly: "Maybe they are just talking?"

"Impossible." The drunkard shook his head: "I saw them kill people with my own eyes, and I helped carry the body and throw it away. They don't joke."