Who moved my novel?

"Huh?" Xue Mo stared at the ground with wide eyes, but no matter how hard he looked, he couldn't find the button.

"Didn't you find it?" Wang Ju smiled slightly and shook his head: "It's okay, it's okay. Maybe it was a dream. After all, no one can guarantee this kind of dream."

"Yes, yes, haha." Xue Mo smiled awkwardly: "It's okay, Director Wang, let's look at other clues."

"Okay." Wang Ju nodded, pretending to observe the corpse and said: "Xuemo, tell me, how did this person die?"

"Of course he was stabbed to death by a knife made of ice." Xue Mo didn't even look at the corpse: "I told you just now."

"Oh." Wang Ju nodded: "Then you said, the deceased did not resist at that time?"

"Resisted, of course he resisted." Xue Mo said without thinking: "The murderer's button is... Even if there is no button, he must have resisted. Who would not resist before death?"

"That's right." Wang Ju nodded and pointed to a wound on the woman's hand: "Is this the wound you are talking about?"

"Yes, that's it!" Xue Mo, who had made a mistake, nodded quickly: "Look, I just said that my dream was not wrong. That button might be in a crack in the floor or under the sofa!"

"But where did this wound come from?" Wang Ju frowned: "Did it come from a dispute?"

"No." Xue Mo shook his head: "It's hard to keep a knife made of ice sharp. Killing depends on just one stab. It's not that easy to scratch someone. This was done by the murderer when he died."

"After death?" Wang Ju looked at Xue Mo in confusion: "Why do you need to make a special scar after death? What is the special significance of this?"

"Who knows? Maybe it's the murderer's special hobby." Xue Mo curled his lips: "Or maybe the murderer is pica and likes to drink blood, so he cut a gash on his wrist after the murder."

"That's right." Wang Ju nodded: "So, it should have been cut immediately after the death of the deceased, right?"

"To be precise, it's when the person is not completely dead." Xue Mo nodded: "When the person is completely dead, the blood in the body will no longer flow."

"I think so too." Director Wang nodded with deep understanding.

"Wang Ju!" While Wang Ju and Xue Mo were chatting, a policeman hurriedly broke in from outside.

"Well, what's wrong?" Director Wang looked at the policeman and gave the man a gesture where Xue Mo couldn't see it.

"Oh, Bureau Wang, that's it." The man got Wang Bureau's secret code, nodded and said: "We have captured a few suspects, and they are waiting at the door now. You see..."

"Caught the suspect?!" Director Wang nodded excitedly: "Okay, great! In this way, Xue Mo, you go and see with him. You have dreamed about the murderer killing people, and you have an impression of the murderer. Try to identify him. one time."

"Okay." Xue Mo looked at Wang Ju. Although he was confused, he nodded and followed the policeman out.

"Wang Ju." Seeing Xue Mo go out, Hu Danian immediately approached Wang Ju: "How is it? Wang Ju? I didn't reveal anything, did I?"

"Probably not." Wang Ju pondered for a moment and nodded: "Xue Mo's reaction just now was quite real. He must have been really frightened."

"That's good, that's good." Hu Daqing patted his chest lightly: "It's my first time acting, so I'm a little nervous."

"To be honest, I do too." Wang Ju smiled bitterly and took out a button from his pocket: "This bloody ink really makes me confused more and more. What is his identity?"

"Isn't he the murderer?" Hu Danian looked at Wang Ju doubtfully: "He obviously told so many details about the case, but he didn't write those things down at all. It would be difficult for him to know this if he wasn't the murderer."·

"You're right." Wang Ju nodded, then shook his head: "But it's not right either. Although Xue Mo accurately identified the button, he made a mistake in identifying the wound. The real wound was obviously on the other On his hand, and the conditions of the two wounds were very different, but he still firmly believed that this was the real wound, which means that it is possible that he had never seen the body at all. "

"Could he be acting?" Hu Danian still refused to give up: "What if he sees your intention?"

"This possibility is almost impossible." Wang Ju shook his head: "I carefully observed his reaction. There was no hesitation or surprise at all. It doesn't look like he was cheating."

"But, he clearly didn't write it down, who would know his real plan?" Hu Danian frowned: "In this case, it will return to the previous assumption. Xue Mo may have instructed others to kill people. Only in this way can he Only then can we know the whole process of the case.”

"Yes." Director Wang nodded: "If we use the elimination method, this is indeed the only possible answer, although we have not found any evidence so far."

"There is another strange thing." Hu Danian frowned and said, "Why did Xue Mo forget what he wrote? This is very strange."

This is indeed a very strange thing. As an author, it is normal if you cannot remember some details of what you have written before, but if you really remember the general direction incorrectly, or even irrelevant things appear, Memory, that's weird.

“Could it be that he hired a gunman?” Er Feng came out of the bedroom and handed a brooch to Director Wang: “Director Wang, the deceased’s belongings were placed at the bedside. It looks like something the deceased wore every day, but the weird thing is that although the deceased was dressed neatly when he died, he was not wearing this brooch.”