Who moved my novel?

"Is this case just over?" Director Zhou looked at a police officer under Director Wang with some surprise: "Your Director Wang is not willing to get to the bottom of it?"

"Bureau Wang said that the evidence in this case was already obvious. It was the deceased's son who couldn't stand the long-term torture of the deceased, so there was no need to investigate further." The policeman nodded, and then asked: "Bureau Zhou, Do you think there is anything suspicious about this incident? "

"Ah, no." Zhou Ju shook his head: "I'm just a little surprised how your Wang Bureau is so efficient this time."

"Our Wang Bureau is very powerful." The policeman naturally spoke to his leader.

"I'm not saying that you, Wang Bureau, are not good, I am saying... forget it, I can't explain this in a sentence or two, it's okay, you can go and do your work." After Zhou Bureau finished speaking, he waved his hands and frowned slightly. , I don’t know what I’m thinking about.

…

"What are you going to do in the future?" Just when Dong Peng packed his things and was about to leave the hospital, the scarred man suddenly stopped him.

"Me?" Dong Peng looked at the scarred man with some surprise, not knowing why he asked.

"Yeah." The scarred man nodded and didn't say much.

"I haven't thought about it yet, maybe I'll deal with things at home first." Dong Peng smiled bitterly: "I have some things to deal with at home recently. Being kicked out is not necessarily a bad thing. At least I have a lot of time." "

"Is it a matter with the police?" Brother Scar asked speculatively, but he did not wait for Dong Peng's answer. Instead, he continued: "That's how the people from the public security side are. If they suspect you, they will always come to you." Twice, but they are just routine and for the sake of social stability, so don’t take it too seriously! "

"Yes." Although it was not actually these things, Dong Peng still nodded and smiled: "Brother Dao, you have a good attitude. You have obviously been in, but you don't blame them at all."

"That's right." Scar laughed twice: "I wasn't even angry when someone called me a dog, openly or secretly, so how could I blame them?"

"No way?" Dong Peng chuckled twice: "Brother Scar, your English is pretty good, doesn't it mean you haven't gone to school much?"

"I have learned a little bit. After all, our hospital is also a big hospital." Scar shook his head and handed over a business card: "Brother, I am just an ordinary person. I can't help much, but if you really can't find a job, You can go to my brother. He has opened his own security company, which is full of people who have been in it. If nothing else, it is possible to find a job where you can make a living. "

"Thank you, Brother Scar!" Dong Peng took the business card with some surprise: "Then I'll give it a try when I have time!"

"I hope you don't need it." Scar shook his head: "There are things none of us want. You deserve a better place."

"What difference can we make?" Dong Peng smiled helplessly.

"Okay, let's not talk anymore. The food truck from the canteen is here, and I have to help maintain it." Scar suddenly saw a car approaching in the distance and said quickly.

"Come together, I'll go and help you too." Dong Peng put down what he was holding and was about to go with the scarred man.

"What are you going to do? You have already resigned." The scarred man looked at Dong Peng in confusion.

"Resigning is resigning, I'm going to help you. You just helped me so much, so I have to give something back, right?" Dong Peng said with a smile.

"Okay, then you come with me." The scarred man smiled and joked: "But I won't pay you!"

…

"May I have your name?"

"Blood ink."

"Xue Mo?" The person opposite asked in surprise: "Is this your name?"

"Yes." Xue Mo nodded: "This is my name. If you don't believe me, I will show you my ID card."

"Believe it, believe it..." Although the man said he believed it, his brows furrowed, and it was obvious that he still didn't believe it.

"Here." Xue Mo handed over the ID card: "Take a look."

"Let me take a look." The man took the ID card and looked at the name on the ID card in surprise: "I didn't expect your name is really Xue Mo!"

"Yes." Xue Mo smiled slightly: "It is relatively rare, but it does exist."

"What you want to apply for is... cleaning?" The man frowned again: "Generally speaking, those who do this job are aunts over fifty years old. Are you sure you can do it?"

"Of course it's no problem." Xue Mo nodded: "Although I have never done it, I think my learning ability is qualified for this job, and compared to those older people, I have both energy and physical strength. Or learning ability is more advantageous.”

"I'm not worried about that. What I'm more worried about is your stability." The person opposite simply said directly: "You live alone and have nothing to worry about. You are already unstable. In addition, this job is relatively boring. As a Young people, can you really be willing to do this job? Of course, I'm not saying that you have to do this for the rest of your life, but at least you can't quit within a few days of working, right? That's also a problem for our hospital? loss."

"This is because you don't know something." Xue Mo shook his head and said confidently: "Nowadays, many domestic service workers in big cities are young men. On the contrary, the aunts you mentioned are only a minority. Moreover, do you think The reason for my instability is nothing more than three points.”

"First, you think that I have no pressure in life, so my work motivation is not clear."

"Secondly, you think this job is boring and you are afraid that I won't be able to stick to it."

"Thirdly, you think this job is not decent, and you are worried that I will feel repulsed."

“Yes.” The man nodded: “It is indeed mainly due to these reasons.”

“That must be because you don’t know that I am almost starving now!” Xue Mo said in a resounding voice: “Besides, I am a novelist. Can’t you see how hard I can endure?”