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"Brother, how did you get here?" The gravekeeper watched Xue Mo wash his face and return to his normal appearance, and then he completely let go of his fear of Xue Mo.

"I came here to experience the cemetery." Xue Mo said as a matter of course, as if this was something very ordinary.

"Experience the cemetery?" The gravekeeper's mouth twitched slightly. This was much crazier than the children who had just been sent away. Moreover, this person was no longer a child!

"Yes, haven't you ever wondered what it feels like to sleep in a cemetery?" Xue Mo said with a face full of longing: "Just think about it, when you lie in the cemetery to sleep, the whole world is quiet, without the hustle and bustle of the world, without the disturbance of others, what a yearning, intoxicating, and obsessed feeling it is... Alas, it's a pity, waking up, it's just a dream, and you still have to go back to that noisy world after all."

"Uh..." The gravekeeper looked at Xue Mo with a confused face, and for a moment he didn't know whether it was better to praise Xue Mo as a mental patient or to laugh at him as an author.

"What? You can't feel it?" Xue Mo sighed and shook his head: "Sure enough, vulgar people can't talk about the Tao."

"Let's not talk about Tao for now." The gravekeeper frowned slightly and looked at Xue Mo: "What's the matter with the blood on your face? Don't tell me you put on makeup to experience the cemetery."

"That's not the case." Xue Mo shook his head: "Maybe it was left by me killing the dragon in my dream."

"Although I don't know what you are talking about." The gravekeeper raised his eyebrows: "But I know the number of the police."

"Uh..." Xue Mo was stunned for a while, and then continued: "I don't know, I woke up like that, and you found it earlier than me."

"Could it be your friend who did it?" The gravekeeper guessed.

"I'm afraid that's unlikely." Xue Mo shook his head: "I don't have many friends, and my friends are even less likely to do such a thing.

Looking at the people Xue Mo knows, there is really no one who would do such a boring thing. If the only possible one is Zhao Feng, but this possibility has been basically ruled out after Zhao Feng's true identity was revealed.

"It's impossible that a lot of blood came out of his face for no reason, right?" The gravekeeper frowned slightly: "Otherwise, let's ask the police to investigate?"

The gravekeeper certainly doesn't care whether Xue Mo was teased by a friend. What he cares about is whether Xue Mo is performing some evil ritual. Judging from Xue Mo's unusual behavior and language, this is not impossible.

If that's the case, maybe he will do something that endangers the "harmony" of the cemetery again.

"No need." Xue Mo shook his head awkwardly: "I haven't had any problems. Besides, the police can't find anything, right?"

"I don't think it's possible. "The more Xue Mo didn't want to see the police, the more the gravekeeper thought there was something wrong with him: "Let's ask the police to come and investigate, at least... at least it can save you some trouble, such as being suspected without reason, what do you think?"

...

"Director Zhou, Director Wang, there is no blood stain." Several police officers stood helplessly in front of Director Zhou. They had checked Dr. Zhan's office inside and out. All the containers that could hold water, including Dr. Zhan's cup, were taken out and checked, but nothing was found.

"No?" Director Zhou was a little surprised: "Did Dong Peng wash it with his hands? Even if he washed it with his hands, it would be impossible for no drop to leak! How could there be no blood stain?"

"This..." The policeman said awkwardly: "There is indeed no blood stain, Director Zhou, we have really checked everything."

"What is that point?" Director Zhou frowned.

"What point?" Dr. Zhan asked, sitting on his chair with his legs crossed.

"Nothing. "Director Zhou shook his head: "It seems that we think too much. Sorry to bother you, Dr. Zhan."

"Heh, so arrogant." Dr. Zhan sneered and ignored it.

"Doctor Zhan, there is a blood spot on Dong Peng's trouser leg. "The security captain on the side did come to Dr. Zhan attentively: "The blood spot was there before entering your office, and it disappeared when you left."

While speaking, the security captain also put on a look of seeking credit.

"Puff!" Dr. Zhan suddenly couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" Director Zhou looked at Dr. Zhan in confusion.

"Nothing, nothing." Dr. Zhan shook his head: "You guys go find your so-called 'blood spot', I don't care."

"Do you know something? Can you..." Director Zhou asked with a slight frown.

"I don't know." Dr. Zhan didn't wait for Director Zhou to finish, and shook his head directly: "I don't know anything."

"Sorry, I was really... eager to solve the case just now. "Although Director Zhou looked down on Dr. Zhan's character, he had to lower his posture and asked: "If you know anything, can you tell me? We are also here to solve the case. Let me brag that we are here for the people and for Chixin City, so..."

"So you want to pick a fight with a pile of shit?" Dr. Zhan raised his eyebrows: "If you have nothing to do, go back quickly. I don't have the clues you want in my office."

"Shit?" Director Zhou opened his mouth in surprise, then frowned slightly as if thinking about something.

"Don't think about it if you can't figure it out. Go out quickly. I want to rest." Dr. Zhan urged Director Zhou without waiting for him to ask in detail.

This is what Dong Peng taught her. Don't say too much to these policemen. Just tell them the beginning. The rest is up to them to understand. Only in this way will they believe the information they get, because they are all smart people.

[Author's side note]: Although I haven't killed anyone, my hands are covered in blood