Who moved my novel?

"You can do whatever you want." Xue Mo was completely unfazed: "I didn't kill the person anyway, and according to the plot, there must be something in this case that can prove my innocence. It doesn't matter if I go with you."

After Xue Mo finished speaking, he shrugged. Others may care about entering the police station, but for Xue Mo, it is no different from going home.

"You don't shed tears until you see the coffin!" Hu Danian snorted angrily and took out the handcuffs to cuff Xue Mo.

"Wait a minute." Bureau Wang stretched out his right hand to stop Hu Danian: "Don't cuff him. Just look at him later. He is our special adviser now and represents the image of our municipal bureau."

"Yes, Director Wang." Hu Danian paused, nodded helplessly, and took the handcuffs back.

"How is the on-site investigation going?" Director Wang ignored Xue Mo and turned to look at another police officer: "Are there any clues?"

"The investigation is basically completed." The police officer in question nodded: "Judging from the current situation, the deceased was violently dragged to the scene of the crime, and then directly and violently killed with a sharp weapon. There was no skill at all. , it can be said that it is a pure violent murder."

"Are there any clues?" Wang Ju was more concerned about whether the deceased had left any clues than the discovery process. You know, sometimes people can still "speak" even though they are dead.

"There was a small amount of hair and dander in the nails of the deceased, which have been sent for testing." The policeman nodded: "In addition, we found a sentence on a tree stump near the scene that said..."

"What to write?" Wang Ju looked at the hesitant policeman with confusion and asked.

"It says: Come to me or keep killing me." The man lowered his voice and said.

"What?" Wang Ju's voice immediately raised an octave: "This is a naked provocation!"

"Calm down, Wang Ju." Erfeng gently patted Wang Ju's shoulder from behind: "This may be a clue to the murderer, just to disturb the public. By the way, has the identity of the deceased been found out?"

"No." The policeman shook his head: "From the physical characteristics, it can be inferred that the deceased was about forty or fifty years old. He was on the fat side and had underdeveloped hand and leg muscles. He should not be able to work often, nor would he be able to work. Regular exercise, but this is not completely certain because the deceased has been dead for a long time, and there is a possibility of a certain error in judgment. "

"Can't you tell from the appearance?" Erfeng asked doubtfully.

Just now, she was following to help with the surveillance, so she didn't go to the scene, but she didn't know what the corpse at the scene looked like.

"The face of the corpse has been completely destroyed." Wang Ju shook his head: "We may have to wait for the autopsy results, or see if anyone has reported him missing."

Of course, saying that, but in fact no one has reported missing for so many days, so there is no need to wait. He is either an out-of-towner or a poor person without relatives.

"That's right." Erfeng nodded thoughtfully.

"Xue Mo, do you know why?" Zhao Feng, who was listening on the side, suddenly looked at Xue Mo beside him and asked: "Since you know the circumstances of the death of the deceased, you should probably know his name, or at least his appearance. ?”

"I know." What surprised Zhao Feng was that Xue Mo nodded directly: "Although I can't see the murderer, I can indeed see the deceased. The deceased you are talking about is fat, with small eyes and a double chin. , half-bald.”

"Well..." Zhao Feng closed his eyes. Trying hard to imagine the image described by Xue Mo in his mind.

"He was scared to shit." Xue Mo suddenly added. Zhao Feng, who was still trying to figure it out, immediately opened his eyes and almost vomited.

"Fuck! You know I'm a bit mysophobic!" Zhao Feng looked at Xue Mo bitterly: "There are too many people like you mentioned, where can I find them?"

Zhao Feng has tried it just now. The image he can depict based solely on what Xue Mo said is very unstable. It can be a senile fat old man, a strong middle-aged fat uncle, or a decadent and greasy fat man. Middle-aged people.

In a word... except being fat, I know nothing!

"There's nothing I can do about it." Xue Mo shrugged helplessly: "If I could draw, I would draw it for you, wouldn't I?"

"Painting..." Wang Ju frowned slightly and looked at Xue Mo: "If I find another person to draw, can you describe to him enough clues to draw a portrait?"

"I don't know about this either." Xue Mo frowned slightly, pondered for a moment and said, "It mainly depends on how the other person draws. I'm not a painter, and I don't know if I can do it, but I do know someone who can. ”

"Who?" Director Wang immediately became energetic when he heard that someone could do it.

"Satan." Xue Mo immediately reported a name that Wang Ju was very familiar with, and explained: "I asked Satan to draw a picture for me before, and he can easily draw a person's appearance through my simple description. , at least seventy-eight points similar.”

"So powerful?" Wang Ju was a little surprised.

He had seen Satan's paintings, one could even say he had seen many.

Those paintings are indeed very good and have a different kind of beauty, but Wang Ju never feels that Satan's paintings are real, because everything Satan draws is creative paintings rich in religious elements such as devils and demons. There’s not much realism.

"Of course." Xue Mo nodded: "Don't forget, Satan is a talented painter who has won numerous national awards."

Although, the fate of this little genius is full of ups and downs.

Xue Mo added in his mind and silently looked towards the horizon.

That sunset glow looked very much like the red color used by Satan.