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"Xuemo seems to be really different from before." Wang Ju frowned and said: "He has become very strong now, which makes me feel like I am completely led by him. This is a feeling that he had before." It’s a feeling I’ve never felt before.”

"Yes." Erfeng nodded: "In that case, it is very likely that his current personality is not the same as before."

"But what's the use of knowing this?" Zhao Feng crossed his legs and asked casually: "Can Xue Mo be arrested just because of this?"

"That's definitely not possible. The most you can do is send him for treatment." Wang Ju shook his head.

"Although it can't be done, it has other effects." Erfeng took up the topic: "As long as we can determine when or under what circumstances Xue Mo will become the murderer, we can accurately arrest him."

"Then how are you sure?" Zhao Feng disagreed: "You can't follow him every day, right? That way you can catch him without knowing when he changes."

"Of course not." Erfeng shook his head: "Generally speaking, personality change requires some kind of promoting factor, either time or situation. Mr. Wang, please help me find the details of the previous cases. I We need to study it carefully to see under what circumstances the blood ink will turn into small blood ink."

"No problem." Wang Ju nodded: "I'll ask someone to get it for you."

…

"What about before?" Dong Peng continued to ask the two children for clues.

"We were just leaving the school gate and walking home." Yiyi thought about it seriously and added: "But there was no one on the road at that time, which was a bit strange."

"No one is there?" Dong Peng frowned slightly and realized that the matter was unreasonable. He then turned to look at the policeman behind him: "Did something happen during that time period?"

"I'll go back and investigate." The policeman nodded. Although he didn't give an answer, he said he would go back and investigate.

"Yeah." Dong Peng also nodded and continued to ask: "Is there anything else strange?"

"No more." Yiyi shook his head: "We haven't seen any other acquaintances since we came out of school."

"Yes!" Huo Yuan suddenly remembered something: "When I was in school, I always felt like someone was staring at me."

"Someone is staring at you? At school?" Dong Peng's face darkened a lot, and he became more convinced of a certain suspicion.

"Yes." Huo Yuan nodded firmly.

"When exactly?" Dong Peng asked further.

"Probably right after school." Huo Yuan frowned and thought for a moment: "To be specific, after I packed my schoolbag, it was about ten minutes after school."

"Are you in school at that time..." Dong Peng's face turned darker: "There shouldn't be many people in the school at that time, right?"

"Well, we're almost gone." Huo Yuan nodded.

"I'm going out for a while." Dong Peng suddenly stood up.

"Mr. Dong!" The woman on the side was startled by him. Just now Dong Peng said that the child might have some mood swings, but he didn't expect that it would be him who got mood swings in the end...

"It's okay." Dong Peng replied coldly, waved his hand, and walked out the door.

…

"Teacher Zhang." Uncle Hu appeared in the library at some point: "Teacher Zhang, if I don't come here right now, why don't you come over here to find that thing?"

"Bah, bah, bah!" Teacher Zhang spit out the dust in his mouth, wiped his face with his hands, and said dissatisfied: "Uncle, don't you even clean the basement?"

"Why should I clean the basement?" The uncle asked cheerfully: "Who would go to the basement? Is this something humans do?"

"Am I not a human being..." Teacher Zhang raised his eyebrows and threw a hammer in his hand on the ground: "Is this thing useless? Lend it to me if it's useless."

"What are you using this for?" The uncle asked in confusion: "You bought it for winter at home and didn't want to destroy it? No, it's spring now."

"Who would use this thing to smash coal? I'll use it to open the skull!" Teacher Zhang struggled to lift the hammer: "After all, there are some things that need to be done by someone. I can't do it, so I can help others."

"Oh?" The uncle seemed a little surprised: "I saw that you invited Dong Peng away. I thought you didn't want to take care of this."

"If you don't ask him to leave, I'm afraid the second middle school will be gone." Teacher Zhang shook his head and walked towards the door: "Uncle, I took the hammer and left the apple for you."

After speaking, Teacher Zhang pointed to the apple on the table.

"Okay, you can take it." The uncle looked at the apples on the table and said, "You have a conscience and know how to bring some gifts to the elderly."

"Hehe." Teacher Zhang smiled and fled out of the library as fast as he could.

The next moment, the uncle's roar came from behind: "My surname is Zhang! What does it mean when the apple you gave me was bitten?"

…

"Bang bang bang!" A heavy knock on the door sounded.

"Xuemo! Open the door!" Dong Peng's roar sounded from the corridor.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Xuemo, open the door! Open the door!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"You have the guts to arrest people, but you don't have the guts to open the door!"

"Blood ink!"

"Click!" Xue Mo's door did not open, but the neighbor upstairs opened the door.

"Who are you?" Upstairs, a man looked at Dong Peng dissatisfied: "What are you knocking on? Don't you look at what time it is? It's three o'clock! Is there someone dead in your house or was the man stolen? Stay up late at night and break down the door!”

"Sorry." Dong Peng looked at the man coldly and apologized in a calm tone: "My son was kidnapped, please understand."

"Oh." The man shrank his head back: "That's right, it's understandable, it's understandable, please keep your voice down, there are elderly people at home, please, please."

"Okay." Dong Peng nodded and continued to knock on the door: "Xue Mo! Come out!"

"What are you doing?" After a long time, Xue Mo slowly opened the door and looked at Dong Peng sleepily: "Dong Peng, why are you here in my house in the middle of the night?"

"What do you think I'm doing!" Dong Peng dragged Xue Mo into the house by the collar of Xue Mo's pajamas: "Tell me! Did you do it?"

"What do you mean did I do it?" Xue Mo gently raised his hand to knock Dong Peng's hand away, picked up a cup, and took out a set of tea sets: "Please sit down. Although it is the middle of the night, you still have to drink tea."

"Hmm?" Dong Peng opened his eyes suddenly, swallowed his saliva, and slowly sat on the sofa: "You..."

"I'll make tea for you." Xue Mo smiled and nodded, boiled water skillfully, and brewed tea: "What do you want to ask? You can start asking."

"I..." Dong Peng looked at the hot steam of the tea slowly drifting upwards, opened his mouth for a long time, and finally sighed: "It's okay, I... I don't have anything to ask."