Who moved my novel?

"Good idea!" Director Zhou and Director Wang said in unison.

"Good idea! Little Pepper!" The tall and thin man next to him also shouted.

"Little... Little Pepper?" Erfeng looked at the tall and thin man awkwardly, and for a moment she didn't know whether to beat him to death...

...

"Who was the dead person?" Although Xue Mo said he was leaving, he actually stood at the door of the police station and chatted with Wang Zhenhua.

"I don't know either." Wang Zhenhua shook his head: "Director Wang has taken over this matter, and we don't need to worry about it anymore."

"Director Wang?" Xue Mo asked in confusion: "Director Wang is here?"

"Yeah." Wang Zhenhua nodded: "He came this morning, but I don't know why he left in a hurry."

"This..." Xue Mo hesitated for a moment, and still said: "I know a little about this."

"You know?" Wang Zhenhua was a little surprised: "How did you know?"

"Because Director Wang came to find me." Xue Mo shrugged helplessly: "Director Wang thinks that I wrote a case in the novel and I know that it happened... But this thing, how to say it? Novels, Three parts are real, seven parts are fictional. If you take it too seriously, it will be ugly. "

"That's right." Wang Zhenhua nodded in agreement, and suddenly remembered something: "By the way, Xue Mo, didn't you say you would add a role for me in your novel? Did you add it for me?"

"Yes." Xue Mo looked at Wang Zhenhua: "You haven't read the novel I wrote, have you? I added so many roles for you, and you don't even know?"

"Ah? Really?" Wang Zhenhua scratched his head embarrassedly: "Sorry, I'm busy recently."

"Busy coaxing your wife, right?" Just when the two were chatting happily, a hoarse voice suddenly sounded from behind Wang Zhenhua.

"Who? !" Wang Zhenhua was startled and turned around quickly, only to find that it was Dong Peng standing behind him.

"Ahem, sorry, I scared you." Dong Peng cleared his throat and apologized symbolically, then said: "Wang Zhenhua, right? I saw you coaxing your wife a few days ago."

"When? Where?" Wang Zhenhua's face turned red instantly: "Don't talk nonsense, I have such a good relationship with my wife... Besides, I am the authority at home, why do I need to coax her?"

"Really..." Dong Peng smiled and shook his head without comment, but did not embarrass Wang Zhenhua again, but changed the subject and said: "Officer Wang, I heard that a murder case happened here, is it true?"

"Yes." Wang Zhenhua nodded and looked at Dong Peng in confusion: "How did you know?"

"The ability to predict the future." Dong Peng took out the divination plate in his pocket and said slowly: "I don't have it."

"Ahem!" Wang Zhenhua was choked by Dong Peng's heavy breathing.

"Don't get excited, don't get excited." Dong Peng waved his hand and said with a smile: "Although I don't have the means to predict the future, I have a strong information network."

"Why are you here?" Wang Zhenhua looked at Dong Peng in confusion and asked.

"I'm here to see if there is anything I can help with." Dong Peng said and walked to the cordon: "Is this the crime scene?"

...

"Why are you here?" Xue Mo looked at Dong Peng in confusion, wondering if he would glance at Wang Zhenhua who was standing in the distance and making a phone call.

"Nothing." Dong Peng shook his head: "It's just...something happened, so..."

"What happened?" Xue Mo asked with a slight frown.

"That man has a son." Dong Peng said calmly.

"Well, I know." Xue Mo nodded: "You told me about this yesterday."

"But..." Dong Peng shook his head and looked up at the clouds in the sky: "His son is a mental patient."

"Maybe he is a psychopath." Xue Mo glanced at Wang Zhenhua and saw that he was still on the phone, so he turned back and asked: "But what does this matter?"

"Maybe it shouldn't matter." Dong Peng sighed and pursed his lips: "But do you know what the dean did in the end?"

"What?" Xue Mo looked at Dong Peng in confusion, not knowing what Dong Peng wanted to say.

"When he saw me using a test tube to collect blood, he probably thought I was some fanatical researcher, so... he gave me the key to the bedroom." Dong Peng closed his eyes gently: "He hopes I will save his son."

"So you are moved?" Xue Mo looked at Dong Peng: "Or, do you regret it?"

Xue Mo stared at Dong Peng, and the expression on his face couldn't tell whether it was disappointment or happiness, or maybe confusion.

"No, not at all." Dong Peng shook his head: "Although his motives are very touching, and I admire him for giving so much for his son, I still cannot accept his actions, so there is nothing to regret."

"Then what do you want to say?" Xue Mo's tone was a little hurried, and Wang Zhenhua on the other side seemed to have finished talking.

"I just feel that I can't be a father who is not as good as him." Dong Peng smiled slightly: "So I want to do something, for Yi Yi, for my son."

"What do you want to do?" Xue Mo frowned: "You are not..."

"Hey, what are you talking about?" Just when Xue Mo wanted to continue asking, Wang Zhenhua suddenly came over: "Xue Mo, Dong Peng, I may have something to deal with, you..."

"Is your wife angry again?" Dong Peng glanced at Wang Zhenhua and said calmly: "Be nice to your wife and spend more time with her, otherwise it will be too late when you can't see her anymore."

"That's right..." Wang Zhenhua wanted to say that it would take some time, but he couldn't help but look at the place where the homeless man died, and he was choked.

"Life is sometimes so fragile." Xue Mo sighed and patted Wang Zhenhua on the shoulder: "But I don't think there is anything to be sorry for professional beggars. He is richer than you."

"Huh?" Wang Zhenhua's eyes widened instantly: "What did you say?"

"I...what did I say?" Xue Mo was stunned.

"Did you say professional beggars?" Wang Zhenhua's eyes became sharp instantly, blocking in front of Dong Peng, facing Xue Mo, and his right hand stretched out to the baton at his waist: "Xue Mo, you'd better give up struggling and tell the truth, and it can be counted as surrendering!"

"I said professional beggars." Xue Mo shrugged, his face unchanged: "So what?"

"How do you know he is a professional beggar? Even we can't be completely sure of his identity!" Wang Zhenhua said, quietly pushing Dong Peng with his left hand, motioning him to go into the house to call people.

"You're talking about this." Xue Mo raised his eyebrows and gave a strange smile: "Actually this..."