Who moved my novel?

"There are no clues on Dong Peng's side." Wang Ju sighed and continued: "Maybe we have to start from other aspects."

"By the way, have everyone at the scene asked?" Director Zhou looked at his subordinates and added, "Those drivers and kitchen staff."

"I've asked." A policeman nodded: "No one in the kitchen has ever left the kitchen. It can be proved to each other that the only monitor in the kitchen can also see most of their actions."

"Although those drivers were not always in the kitchen, they were always together moving things back and forth. They can testify to each other that the only time they separated was after finishing moving things, two drivers went to find the cleaner. Lock the door and let others go to the toilet in the main building of the hospital, but the possibility is very low in terms of time.

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"Do you have to go to the main building to use the toilet? Do all the people in the kitchen have to go that far to use the toilet?" Director Zhou asked with a slight frown.

Generally speaking, places like hospital cafeterias will have a bathroom. After all, there are more than a dozen chefs and staff, and it is troublesome to travel so far back and forth.

"Yes." The policeman nodded: "But the bathroom in the canteen is cleaned separately, and the dead cleaner is responsible for it. The driver said he was not allowed to go there. We have verified this with other staff in the canteen. It’s true, and it’s said that the cleaner even scolded the drivers for this.”

"So that means the cleaner has a personal grudge against the drivers?" Director Zhou suddenly thought of something.

"During the interrogation, we also considered the possibility that they conspired to kill the cleaner, but we used various techniques and were unable to find out. Unless he can receive professional training, this possibility can basically be ruled out. "

"Aren't they all?" Director Zhou frowned slightly: "But who else went in during that time?"

"That's right!" The policeman suddenly remembered something: "One of the people in the convoy said that there were actually five people going with them at that time. In addition to the driver, there was also a customer."

"Is there anyone else?" Director Zhou immediately became alert: "Why has no one mentioned it before?"

"Because the man was near the car from beginning to end and never went in, so they didn't pay attention."

"They said they didn't go in just because they didn't see him. It doesn't mean they really didn't go in!" Director Zhou said in a hurry: "Can they see that person every time they carry it out?"

"I didn't ask about that." The policeman lowered his head slightly and realized that he seemed to have almost missed an important clue.

"Go and ask clearly, who is that person's name and what does he do? Don't leave anyone behind!"

"Yes!" The policeman nodded and hurried out.

…

"Fuck!" When he heard Xue Mo's name, the police officer couldn't help but cursed.

"Uh..." Xue Mo was a little embarrassed: "What's wrong? This police officer?"

"Nothing... nothing... nothing..." The policeman said hesitantly. He packed up his things eagerly, looked at Xue Mo and asked, "Do you have anything else to say?"

"No more." Xue Mo shook his head.

"Okay, you can go home as soon as possible, I'll leave first." After the policeman said that, he hurriedly left the door, making the colleagues around him very puzzled.

"Uh...wait a moment." Xue Mo suddenly called out to the man.

"What...what's wrong?" The policeman's body was shaking a little when he turned around: "What's the matter? Xue Mo?"

"Um..." Xue Mo scratched his head in embarrassment: "Excuse me, can you help me select a collection and vote for it?"

"Huh?" The policeman obviously didn't understand what Xue Mo was talking about.

"That's it..." Xue Mo rubbed his hands: "I am an author, reading and writing novels in the tower. Can you help me download a software and vote?"

"Hiss!" The policeman's hair suddenly stood up: "Next time, definitely next time!"

After saying that, he closed the door and went out without waiting for Xue Mo's reply.

"I'm sorry." The colleague who was left behind by the policeman looked at Xue Mo and the tombkeeper with some embarrassment: "My colleague is worried. You know, internal worry is not big, but it is really urgent."

"Understood, understood." Xue Mo nodded.

"Then I'll leave first. I'll read your novel when I have time." The policeman who was left behind said politely and opened the door and left the tombkeeper's hut.

"What's the matter with you?" The policeman who had just left the door frowned and looked at his colleague: "You are really anxious? You don't have to be so anxious when you are anxious, right?"

"No!" The policeman who fled quickly glanced at the door of the tombkeeper's room warily. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the blood ink had not come out. He quickly dragged his colleague away, and then said hastily: "You Do you know who that is?"

"Huh?" The policeman who was left behind looked at the fleeing policeman in confusion: "Who is it? Isn't he an author? He is very famous?"

"He's so famous!" the fleeing policeman said angrily.

"You don't have to run away if you're famous. Ask him for a signed book. Maybe you can resell it for a good price."

"Haha, you are really not afraid of death!" The fleeing policeman sneered: "If it's that kind of fame, there's no need to be afraid. Do you know what his fame is?"

"What?" The policeman who was left behind raised his eyebrows and looked at the fleeing policeman: "Does he like to send lawyer's letters very much?"

"A lawyer's letter is nothing! He is the writer of death!" The fleeing policeman said seriously, "Do you know Director Wang of the Municipal Bureau? I heard that Director Wang has been dealing with endless cases recently because of this blood ink. Every time he writes a case, it happens. Someone summed him up in one sentence: No one can leave the Red Heart City written by Blood Ink alive!"