Who moved my novel?

"How could it be!" Wang Ju slammed the table hard: "Why is the person already dead? I'm obviously just one day late!"

The two stories of Xue Mo were updated continuously, but it was obviously only a day apart, or to be precise, just a night, so how could someone...

"That's not right, Director Wang." Zhao Feng shook his head: "Director Wang, even if we are late, at most we will find a person who has been killed for several hours, but this person has obviously been dead for several days. "

"Yes, Wang Ju." Hu Danian also nodded.

"But why is this happening?" Wang Ju frowned: "The things in the novels written by Xue Mo are always accurate. Why this time..."

"You have to ask Xue Mo about this matter." Zhao Feng looked at Xue Mo who was sitting aside: "Xue Mo, don't you explain it? The city bureau just announced the cooperation, and you just dropped it The chain seems a bit inappropriate, right?”

"It's not what I thought." Xue Mo shrugged, without any hint of guilt: "How do I know why someone would die directly. But then again, didn't I write a few days ago that someone would die? Why? Are you here just now? "

"Although you wrote it several days ago, the last case right next to him, the kidnapping, only happened yesterday. Did you write it in the right order?" Another policeman asked dissatisfiedly next to him. Said: "I think you did it on purpose."

"The last one?" Xue Mo looked at the policeman doubtfully: "No, can you tell me what the last one is?"

"Kidnapping, a boy was kidnapped and then released quickly." The policeman said without thinking, "Don't you remember?"

"That's the problem, right?" Xue Mo shrugged: "Didn't you notice the number of people in the case I wrote? In the case I wrote before, it was clear that not one person was kidnapped, but the number of people kidnapped was one. But this is the case I’m writing now.”

Xue Mo said and waved his phone: "Wang Ju, are you not studying seriously? This is not acceptable."

"Now?" Wang Ju was stunned: "You mean, there was another kidnapping case before?"

"According to what you said, there should be more." Xue Mo nodded: "But to be honest, I haven't heard of any kidnapping until now. This thing only appeared in my novels. Gravekeeper, listen up Did you say there was a kidnapping?"

"No." The tombkeeper also shook his head in confusion: "Except for the few children I sent back before, and the kid with glasses we caught together, I didn't see any other children."

"What?" Director Wang was slightly startled: "You mean, two groups of children appeared here before? One group had several people, and the other group only had one boy?"

"Yes." The tombkeeper nodded: "Didn't I call the police? Don't you know?"

"Did you call the police?" Director Wang quickly turned to look at the person behind him: "Which police station is near here?"

"It's the Cemetery Police Station." The policeman behind him reported his name without thinking. For no other reason than the fact that the name was so distinctive. It was the Cemetery Police Station responsible for cemeteries near the cemetery.

"Call them and ask about the situation." Wang Ju said in a deep voice.

It's not that he doesn't believe in the tomb keeper, but after all, there is a blood ink here, and it is safer to verify it from multiple sources.

After a few minutes.

"Wang Bureau, it's confirmed." The policeman quickly called Bureau Wang and returned to him: "The gravekeeper called the police a few days ago. The reason was that a man, Xue Mo, appeared with his face covered in blood. In the cemetery, the gravekeeper called the police again yesterday because a child was 'lost', but he refused to give his home phone number, so he asked the police for assistance. "

"Blood ink? His face is covered in blood?" Wang Ju was slightly startled: "So it turns out that a child was kidnapped that day?!"

"It's not really a kidnapping. In fact, it's just a few children who came to play." The policeman shook his head: "It's just that their parents did call the police when they found out that their children were missing."

"Damn it!" Wang Ju shook his fist fiercely again: "If I had noticed this that day, maybe that person would not have died!"

"That's not necessarily true!" The tombkeeper suddenly said: "Police officers, I want to call the police!"

"Call the police?" All the police officers looked at the tombkeeper in confusion: "What did you call the police for?"

"This man is a murderer!" The gravekeeper pointed at the bloody ink beside him: "He appeared in the cemetery that night with blood on his face. He must have killed someone!"

"Yes, Xuemo." Wang Ju also frowned: "What on earth did you do in the cemetery that day? And why is there blood on your face?"

"I..." Xue Mo curled his lips helplessly: "Do you believe it when I say it is ink..."

"What do you think?" Zhao Feng crossed his arms on his chest: "Xue Mo, because we are brothers, I can ensure that you are treated leniently. You'd better confess and be lenient!"

"I really don't know." Xue Mo smiled bitterly: "I came to the cemetery that day just to find inspiration, but why I fell asleep inexplicably and why my face was covered with red ink, I don't know. But What I know is that it is indeed red ink, because the taste and color are the same as the blood ink I usually use. In addition, the new tube of ink I drew that day also disappeared. "

"You should understand that you can't absolve yourself by saying this." Director Wang shook his head: "Xue Mo, you'd better give me a reason that I can believe, or wait for me to arrest you."