Who moved my novel?

"Director Wang, novels are three parts true and seven parts fictional. You can't take them seriously." Xue Mo persuaded Director Wang earnestly.

"I don't care what's true or not, just tell me where the address is!" Director Wang said angrily: "If there is really a murder, you will be in trouble!"

"No, no, no." Xue Mo waved his hands quickly: "Director Wang, I really don't know where it is. I just dreamed of a murder. I don't know the specific location or who died!"

"Then tell me, what's at the scene." Director Wang frowned. Xue Mo really didn't want to say that he really couldn't do it. After all, it was just a novel, and he didn't have any evidence to prove that it was true.

"Let me think about it." Xue Mo lowered his head and pondered.

"The layout of the room, the direction, the furnishings and arrangements in the room, all of these are fine, just say whatever you think of." Er Feng guided from the side.

"Direction, furnishings..." Xue Mo closed his eyes and pondered, then opened his eyes after a moment: "I don't know these, but there seems to be someone else in that room."

"There is someone else?" Director Wang was stunned for a moment: "Are you saying that the murderer has an accomplice?"

"No." Xue Mo shook his head: "It seems that there is someone else in the next room, but that person... How to describe him, he may be a little strange, I always feel that person is like a mushroom."

"Mushroom?" Director Wang raised his eyebrows, always feeling that Xue Mo was driving.

"Yes, mushroom." Xue Mo nodded: "That feeling is very strange. I can't say how to describe it, but it really looks like a mushroom."

"How can a person look like a mushroom?" Director Wang was even more confused: "Does that person have any characteristics?"

"Characteristics?" Xue Mo pondered for a moment and slowly said: "He doesn't seem to be wearing any clothes."

"No clothes? Mushroom?" Er Feng had a guess in his mind: "Could he be a mental patient?"

"Mental patient?" Director Wang suddenly remembered the morning report: "Oh no! Maybe the case has already happened! Go!"

...

"Hello, Director Zhou." Director Wang called Director Zhou while leading his people on the road: "Director Zhou, have your people arrived?"

"He's here, what's up? Director Wang? Have you changed your mind?" Director Zhou said happily: "But it's a little late. Our people have already controlled the person."

"Sent him home?" Director Wang did not answer Director Zhou's question, but continued to ask.

"We are just about to send him back." Director Zhou smiled: "Director Wang, it's such a small case, we don't need two groups of people to pay attention to it, right?"

"No, no, no." Director Wang said hurriedly: "Let your people go quickly! Something may have happened to the people in that house!"

"Something happened?" Director Zhou's tone on the other end of the phone was a little puzzled: "You say something happened, what happened?"

"Someone died, the male owner of that house died."

"Male owner?" Director Zhou was stunned for a moment: "No way? Do you know who lives in that house?"

"Who?" Director Wang shook his head: "No matter who it is, he should be dead now, or... there may be a chance to save him."

...

"Director Zhou, this is what happened." A policeman reported to Director Zhou who rushed to the scene: "We forced When I opened the door, I saw this body. "

"He's really dead." Director Zhou looked unhappy: "When did the death happen?"

"Looking at the state of the body, it should be last night." The policeman said: "The exact situation needs to wait for the forensic autopsy to know."

"Cause of death?"

"Excessive blood loss, the wound is on the carotid artery, there are signs of struggle at the scene, but it was not fierce. It is preliminarily speculated that the deceased resisted, but the difference in strength with the murderer is quite large."

"Yeah." Director Zhou nodded, thought for a moment, and spoke again: "When was the madman found?"

"The neighbors said it was this morning. The first person to find him was Uncle Wu from the next building. He saw him during morning exercise in the morning, probably... 7 o'clock." The policeman flipped through the notebook in his hand: "In addition, at about 6:40, the neighbors heard a rather obvious banging on the door. Based on the speculations of both parties, the time when the madman went out should be between 6:40 and 7:10."

"Okay." Director Zhou nodded: "Did you find any murder weapons or other clues at the scene?"

"No murder weapons." The police shook his head: "But we found a cut rope in the room. Neighbors who are familiar with the situation said that it was used by the dean to tie up his son, the madman."

"Yeah." Director Zhou nodded and looked around: "It's really hard for him. He is a dean. Even before he became the dean, he was a top figure in the hospital. I didn't expect his home to be so... simple."

"After all, he has such a son." The police also sighed and shook his head. He shook his head: "I heard that the dean's wife divorced him because of their son."

"What happened to that lunatic?" Director Zhou suddenly asked: "Why didn't we see him? Speaking of which, he is also an eyewitness, right? Maybe he knows who the murderer is?"

"We also have this guess." The police nodded: "And judging from the situation that the rope was cut, it should be the murderer who helped him cut it."

"Murderer? Helped him cut the rope?" Director Zhou also realized this problem and frowned slightly: "But why? Why did the murderer help him cut the rope? This is completely unnecessary. Could it be that the murderer has something to do with this guy?"

"That's unknown for the time being." The police shook his head: "Do you want to see him now? He is in our car now."

"I'll go see him." Director Zhou thought for a moment and said, "He has been greatly stimulated. Don't let him return to the crime scene."

"Yes." The police nodded and took the lead to lead Director Zhou to the police car.

"Winter melon! It's Winter melon!" Before he reached the side of the car, Director Zhou heard a burst of happy shouts: "I didn't expect Winter melon to be here, Winter melon, Winter melon! I'm here!"

"Huh?" Director Zhou looked in the direction of the police car in confusion, and the next moment, he saw a skinny man of about 1.8 meters waving at him.

"What is he doing?" Director Zhou looked at the people around him in confusion.

"He gives everyone a nickname..." the police said helplessly.

"The Winter melon he called just now..." Director Zhou suddenly realized something and pointed at himself with some embarrassment.

"Hmm..." The policeman beside him nodded awkwardly: "Director Zhou, I'm calling you..."

"Ahem." Director Zhou cleared his throat: "Well, let's... go over and take a look."

As he spoke, Director Zhou walked towards the tall and thin man step by step.

"Winter melon! Winter melon!" Seeing Director Zhou approaching step by step, the man became more excited: "Come on, Winter melon, I'll tell you something interesting!"