Who moved my novel?

"Yes, yes, last week, my chest was fractured." A policeman investigated the file in the hospital.

"Yes." The nurse who checked the file took out a file: "Is it this person? This is the only person who matches the characteristics you mentioned."

"Let me take a look." The policeman excitedly took the file and opened it.

"Zou, three ribs on his left chest were fractured. He went home to rest."

"Yes, our doctor originally said that he should stay here for a few days. After all, although his condition is not serious, if he does not pay attention to his care, it will still affect his healing. But the man refused to stay and prescribed some topical medicine. Just went back."

"Okay, thank you. Can I take this file back?"

"Okay, our leader said, if you need it, I will back up the electronic version and take it away with you. Of course, if possible, it is best to send it back to me after it is used up."

"It won't cause you any trouble, will it?"

"It's okay. It's not public after all. Just know where it is."

…

"The deceased's information is out!"

A room full of people sat in the office, anxiously waiting for information about the deceased.

"He is a criminal who committed home invasion and robbery. He was released after serving six years in prison. So far, he has not been released for half a year." Director Wang looked at the file and said: "He has an ID card. When renting a house, he didn't want to provide his ID card." I don’t want people to know that I have a criminal record and I’m afraid of being discriminated against.”

Everyone here understands this situation. Although most of the people released from it are said to have reformed and are willing to make money through their hard work, many people do not believe it, so they often hide. Tucked away, not wanting others to know their identities.

"Is it possible that the murderer is the previous victim?" A policeman put forward a guess.

"Probably not." Director Wang shook his head: "I have investigated the victims of his previous thefts, and the main scope of his activities was not in Chixin City. Moreover, he only robbed things at the time and did not cause other losses to the victims. I think The person who injured him before is highly suspected, but unfortunately, no one knows who that person was and why he was injured.”

…

"Dong Peng, are you working the night shift today?" A tall man with a scar on his face looked at Dong Peng with a smile: "Aren't you afraid?"

"What are you afraid of?" Dong Peng took out his cigarette case, handed one to the other party, and lit another one himself: "I've been to the morgue, what else is there to be afraid of?"

"It was daytime, can it be the same as nighttime?" The scarred man took a puff of cigarette, blew out a smoke ring, and said leisurely: "I tell you, the morgue at night is not a place for living people. "

"Then you don't go by yourself every day?" Dong Peng looked at the big man and said in disbelief: "What? Are you not considered a living person?"

"I really don't count, I can only count half of it." The big man showed a meaningful smile: "Do you know, I have been through the gate of hell."

"Look at what you're talking about." Dong Peng shook his head disdainfully: "Come on, let's go now. I want to see what's different in the morgue in the middle of the night."

"Okay, you have the guts!" The scarred man grinned: "Let's go, let me show you something!"

After saying that, the scarred man smoked most of the remaining cigarette in his mouth, brewed it in his lungs for a while, exhaled a large puff of smoke, and walked towards the morgue with Dong Peng.

It has to be said that the hospital at night is always weird, especially the empty underground floor.

In the dim light and silent corridor, the footsteps of Dong Peng and the scarred man were still clear.

"Crack!"

There was a snapping sound from somewhere that startled Dong Peng.

"Hahaha, you said you're not scared!" The scarred man laughed a few times and picked up the keychain at his feet: "I just dropped a keychain, why are you so scared?"

"Did you do this on purpose?" Dong Peng raised his eyebrows: "Am I afraid of ghosts? I'm afraid of being attacked by someone!"

"Yes, yes, yes." The scarred man obviously didn't believe it: "It's so late at night, there's not even a single person around, and you're being attacked by a sneak attack. Are you afraid of being attacked by a ghost?"

"In case there is someone." Dong Peng shook his head and looked at the big man: "By the way, you said you walked through the gate of hell. What's going on?"

"I almost got shot when I got into a fight with someone." The big man didn't shy away from it. He said: "At that time, I was young and energetic, and I followed the 'boss' of Chixin City to fight everywhere. Later, when the control was tightened, I was arrested. No, this is not true. He was detained for five or six years and was only released last year.”

"You still have this problem?" Dong Peng looked at the big man in surprise: "Have you ever killed anyone? Why do I feel that guarding against ghosts is no longer the top priority, and guarding against you has become the top priority."

"Hehe, what do you think?" The man with the scar said with a ferocious smile: "Otherwise, where do you think the scar on my face came from?"

Not to mention, his ferocious expression coupled with the scar on his face really made Dong Peng feel a little nervous.

But that only happened in a moment. The next moment, Dong Peng curled his lips, ignored the scarred man, and walked forward.

"What, you don't believe it?" The scarred man followed up in two steps: "Brother Dong, I'm not kidding you, I have really killed someone!"

"You may not kill as many as me." Dong Peng chuckled. Although this scarred man looked fierce, after getting along with him for a few days, he had already seen that this man is actually not a bad person. Not only is he not bad, but he also belongs to the He is an optimistic and enthusiastic type, smiling at everyone. If it weren't for the scary scar on his face, he could probably go to kindergarten to coax children.

"Then I have to be careful." The big man smiled when he heard Dong Peng say that, and followed Dong Peng to the direction of the morgue.

"I say..." Dong Peng put his hand on the door handle of the morgue: "This place... won't be haunted at night, right?"

"How can I say that?" The scarred big man pretended to be embarrassed: "It's not haunted every day, but from time to time, every now and then, there is such a thing. Of course, you don't have to worry too much. Generally, the haunted ghosts are just small ghosts, which are not very threatening. At most, they will pester you and scratch you a few times."

At the end, the scarred big man couldn't help laughing, and it was obvious that he was joking.

"Then I will open it and see?" Dong Peng also laughed. The tense atmosphere became much more relaxed in the "ghost story" of the scarred big man.

Gently turning the handle of the morgue with his right hand, Dong Peng slightly increased the strength of his hand.

The handle turned, and the door slowly opened.

"Huh!"

At the moment when the door was completely opened, suddenly, a white shadow suddenly passed by Dong Peng.

"Who?!" Dong Peng and the scarred man shouted almost at the same time.