Who moved my novel?

"Are you a security guard at the hospital?" Director Wang looked at Dong Peng with obvious disbelief.

"Yeah." Dong Peng nodded: "I just started working recently."

"Okay." Director Wang sighed: "I won't ask you why you work as a security guard at the hospital. Just tell me what happened tonight."

After speaking, Director Wang raised his hand to look at his watch and corrected it to: "Last night."

"Okay." Dong Peng nodded, but he was not nervous. He has been to this place for more than a dozen times. It is not like his own home, but it can't be regarded as someone else's home.

"I was originally on the day shift, so it's my bad luck." Dong Peng sighed: "In order to adapt to the work as quickly as possible, I chose to change my shift and come to adapt to the night shift."

"My colleague talked about the morgue when I first started working. You know that place, it has always been the most...gloomy place in the hospital, and there are many weird things."

"My colleague was just joking and said he would take me there to practice my courage. I thought I had to take this step anyway, and it would be better to go early than late. If I go early, I can have more time to prepare myself mentally, so I followed him."

"At first, there was nothing wrong. My colleague and I walked to the morgue talking and laughing, and in the middle, he also talked to me. I made a little joke, and the atmosphere was not tense. "

"Until we arrived at the door of the morgue, I was walking in front, and just as I opened the door, something suddenly rushed out. "

"Wait!" Director Wang interrupted Dong Peng: "What was it, how did it come out, tell me more specifically."

"Okay." Dong Peng nodded: "It was a white thing, I can't say what it is, but it should be the deceased. When I opened the door, I saw a white shadow, I was startled, subconsciously took a half step back, and then the white shadow rushed past me. "

"What was your colleague's reaction at that time?" Director Wang nodded and asked.

"He..." Dong Peng thought for a moment: "He was probably stunned at the time. After all, that thing scared me. He should be similar, but I don't know the specific reaction. He is behind me."

"Well, continue."

"Okay, I didn't react until that thing rushed over. Although I didn't know what it was, I quickly chased it out. After all, that person ran out of the morgue."

"Aren't you afraid?"

"What are you afraid of?" Dong Peng raised his eyebrows: "I was just caught off guard and scared. You know, my job is to clean up ghosts."

"Well." Director Wang nodded and stretched out his hand to signal Dong Peng to continue.

"Then I chased the white shadow from the underground floor to the first floor, and then from the first floor to the second floor, and then I saw that the man was dead, lying in a pool of blood."

"What happened in the middle?"

"Well..." Dong Peng thought for a while, and said after a few seconds: "My colleague should have called me several times in the middle, but I didn't hear what he said specifically. Maybe he was calling the person in front?"

"What is the name of the colleague you are talking about?"

"I don't know. It was the first time I met him. Everyone called him Scar, so I followed everyone and called him. I don't know the specific name." Dong Peng pondered for a moment and shook his head.

"What did you do after finding the body?" Director Wang nodded and continued to ask: "Did anyone touch the body?"

"No, not before your people went." Dong Peng shook his head: "After finding the body, Scar went to find a doctor, and I stayed where I was to call the police. I didn't touch the body in the middle. I still understand this rule."

...

"Director Wang, I'm done here." On the other side, Hu Danian also ended the investigation of Scar.

"Yes." Director Wang nodded: "What was the result?"

"Very cooperative." Hu Danian nodded and handed Director Wang a record: "The whole process was recorded and recorded. Would you like to take a look?"

"I'll take a look later. You tell me first, are there any particularly important points?"

"The whole process is that he went to the morgue with Dong Peng, met a man in white in the morgue, and then he and Dong Peng chased him. When they chased to the second floor, they found the body. If there is something that needs more attention, it is that the man in white got his clothes hooked on something on the basement floor while he was running away, and it seemed to be scratched a little."

"Take someone to verify this." Director Wang nodded: "Can he be sure that the one who ran away is a person, and a man?"

"Yes." Hu Danian nodded: "He said he was sure He said that it must be a person, and it must be a man. I also asked him why he was so sure, but his answer was very vague, just saying it was intuition. "

"Intuition?" Director Wang raised his eyebrows: "What does he do? How can his intuition be so sharp?"

"He used to be in the underworld." Hu Danian took out a page from the file: "He was arrested during the crackdown a few years ago and was released last year."

"There is also this matter?" Director Wang frowned slightly, and after a moment, he stuffed the paper back into the file bag: "I know, we can't just..."

"Understand." Hu Danian nodded without waiting for Director Wang to speak: "Evidence speaks for itself in everything."

"Good to know." Director Wang nodded: "Did you see the people investigating the scene? Haven't come back yet?"

"I saw them, in the technical department." Hu Danian nodded.

"Technical department?" Director Wang asked in confusion: "What did you do in the technical department?"

"I heard that the monitoring problem is difficult to solve? It seems that the monitoring is broken in a strange way, so they went to find someone to help." Hu Danian scratched his head: "I know how to use these things, but I don't understand the technical terms. You should ask them."

"Okay." Director Wang nodded and walked in another direction.

...

"Xue Mo." Zhao Feng knocked on the door of Xue Mo's house: "Is it convenient? I want to talk to you about the novel."

"It's convenient." Xue Mo nodded and let Zhao Feng into the house: "What's wrong, Zhao Feng, what's the matter?"

"Yeah." Zhao Feng entered the house, took the opportunity of Xue Mo turning around to get his slippers to look around, and then said: "I'm going to start a new book recently, so I want to ask you something about the content."

"Content?" Xue Mo looked at Zhao Feng in confusion: "But, we are not writing the same type, what can I tell you?"

"Different types, but the writing style is similar!" Zhao Feng was relentless: "For example, I really want to know, in the case you just updated about the murder in the hospital, why was the murderer able to kill people in just a dozen seconds? Wouldn't this be a bit... not in line with the facts?"