Who moved my novel?

"Bureau Wang, the technical department concluded that the hospital's monitoring system tripped due to excessive voltage." A policeman took the report and reported to Bureau Wang: "This matter is a bit strange. The hospital's line load power is Very high, tripping is almost impossible.”

"We also asked people at the hospital, and they said that it is impossible for the daily equipment in the hospital to cause line overload. There is only a slight possibility of tripping when all the equipment is running at maximum power. But at that time, most of the hospital The device is actually turned off."

"Can't find the reason?" Wang Ju asked with a slight frown.

"We can't find out." The policeman shook his head: "We can only find out the cause, but we can't find out what electrical equipment caused it. The hospital has tested almost all electrical equipment, and none of them can cause it. Trip."

"That should be the result of artificially connecting super-powerful electrical appliances to the outside." Director Wang frowned: "We can also check the records before the power outage to see if any suspicious people have entered, but compared to this, I still I’m even more curious about how he could kill someone in just ten seconds and destroy so many organs brutally.”

"I'm more concerned about another issue." Erfeng asked from the side: "Why did the murderer go to great lengths to destroy the deceased's organs? If he just wanted to kill someone, he could have stopped when all the arteries and trachea were cut. What are the subsequent actions for?”

"Is it possible that they are worried that the doctors in the hospital are very skilled and can save people?" The policeman on the side made a guess.

"I don't think so." Erfeng shook his head: "Judging from the situation at that time, the injury caused by the murderer in the first blow, even if a nationally renowned holy hand comes to save him, the probability is extremely low."

"Do you suspect there is a personal grudge?" Wang Ju understood what Erfeng meant.

"I have this idea, but I'm not sure." Erfeng nodded.

"Then let's wait until the deceased's interpersonal relationship investigation comes out." Wang Ju nodded. Erfeng's statement did make sense, but without information, further investigation could not be conducted.

…

"Why do you think it takes more than ten seconds to kill someone like that?" Xue Mo looked at Zhao Feng in confusion: "You don't think what I write is a ghost story, do you? What I write is a completely scientific novel. "

"But normal people, or even abnormal people, who can finish it in such a short time?" Zhao Feng didn't quite understand why Xue Mo asked himself in such surprise, since the content was obviously written by Xue Mo himself. .

"What you wrote is correct." Xue Mo nodded: "But I only wrote about the state of the body and what others saw. Who can prove that the person died at that time?"

"Huh?" Zhao Feng immediately understood what Xue Mo meant: "You mean, the person was not killed at that time, but someone else wearing the same clothes made an attempt to escape, and then put the clothes on when passing by. On the deceased?”

"Yes." Xue Mo nodded: "Is this a normal suspense routine?"

"Uh..." Zhao Feng nodded awkwardly: "Yes, why didn't I think of that before."

"Maybe it's because you don't write suspense." Xue Mo nodded and said nothing more.

"I have another question." Zhao Feng spoke again: "Why did the murderer cause so many injuries to the deceased after killing him?"

This question was asked by Erfeng. According to Erfeng, this is the key to unlocking the truth of the case.

"How do I know this?" Xue Mo shrugged: "You know me, the contents of my novels are all in my dreams. I can only see the surface, not the murderer's thoughts? How about you ask the deceased ?”

…

On the other side, Chixin hits two.

"Teacher Zhang, I heard that someone died upstairs in your house?" a female teacher came closer and asked in a low voice.

"Yes." Teacher Zhang nodded with a clear heart: "One of them died. The person who was killed was miserable. His body was smashed into cakes!"

"Hiss!" The female teacher made a horrifying expression: "So serious? What kind of murderer is this? It's not enough to kill someone, but they have to smash them into cakes."

"That's right." Behind Teacher Zhang, another female teacher came up at some point: "By the way, Teacher Zhang, I heard it was you who reported the police? Then you have to be careful, in case the murderer finds out. ...Oh my god! I don’t even dare to think about the consequences!”

"Teacher Wang, stop your Northeastern accent. How many times have you led us astray in our school?" At some point, another teacher came around.

"Don't talk about him, your accent is quite strong." Another male teacher sat down on the chair to the right of Teacher Zhang: "Teacher Zhang, can you tell me the details?"

"What details can we tell you?" Teacher Zhang scratched his head: "I didn't see the scene of the eucalyptus. I just smelled some blood from outside the door."

"Teacher Zhang, don't be afraid." I don't know when, when Teacher Zhang looked up again, he was surrounded by layers of people. A teacher on the outer row shouted from a distance: "I'm telling you, I know your building." Fuck that person, that person is not a good person!”

"Teacher Li, do you know the inside story?" The people who were originally surrounding Teacher Zhang immediately changed their targets and looked at the male teacher. "

"It doesn't count as knowing the inside story." The male teacher shook his head: "I only know a few hundred million points."

"Come on, talk on it, talk on it," the teachers around me encouraged.

"This matter has to start with the public security around our school." The male teacher slowly said: "Do you know that there have been many cases of students being robbed near our school recently? "

"I've heard about it." The teachers around didn't know whether they really heard about it or just responded, anyway, someone answered.

"Those students were robbed of a few yuan or tens of yuan, and some were robbed of hundreds of exercise book fees. I heard that there was another miserable one who secretly brought more than a dozen mobile phones to school and didn't leave any behind." The male teacher continued.

"Yes, it's the kid in our class!" A teacher said angrily: "I've said it hundreds of times that you are not allowed to bring mobile phones to school, but you won't! Now, two months of pocket money is gone."

"The students in your class are really rich." Several teachers next to him cast "respectful" eyes.

"That big fool, he has money and can do anything. If he was robbed, he could just give away one, but he took out all of them!" The teacher said angrily.

"Ahem!" The male teacher cleared his throat and drew everyone's attention back to himself: "These are the robberies. I heard that the perpetrator is the man who lives upstairs from Teacher Zhang's house."