Who moved my novel?

"Have you completed the on-site investigation?" Team Huang, who was smoking outside the door, saw his men coming out, put out his cigarette, looked at his men and asked, "What have you found?"

"We have completed the investigation." The police nodded, and then began to report the situation at the scene: "The person who died at the scene was an unemployed vagrant from another place. According to the neighbors around him, he rarely goes out. Whenever he goes out, he must come back with injuries."

"In addition, although he himself has no job, his daily food, clothing, housing and transportation are not like those of a poor person. Occasionally, he will buy some luxury goods from the Internet and show them on WeChat Moments."

"How did he die?" Team Huang obviously didn't care about the identity of the deceased or his daily life. He raised his hand to interrupt the police: "Tell me something useful."

"Okay." The policeman's expression froze for a moment, but he still nodded: "The deceased was interrupted by someone. Most of the bones were torn apart, and he died of internal bleeding."

"So cruel?" Team Huang sighed casually, and then said indifferently: "Then what?"

"There was a wound on the deceased's arm, and there was a small amount of bleeding, but it was not serious." The police continued: "In addition, we found a newly painted painting in the deceased's bedroom."

"There is no need to talk about such useless information." Team Huang curled his lips: "I hope you can be efficient enough, instead of asking me to do everything myself like Director Wang."

"Sorry." The police hurriedly lowered his head, and then continued: "But this painting is indeed quite special, and there is a strong smell of blood on the painting."

"Blood smell?" Team Huang immediately became alert: "Tell me in detail, what kind of painting is it?"

"It's a picture of... a red black cat." The police thought for a moment before describing the thing.

"A red black cat?" Team Huang immediately raised his voice: "Are you kidding me? How can a black cat be red?"

"No, Team Huang." Seeing that Team Huang was a little angry, the man immediately explained: "It's like this, the painting was painted with red paint, but the cat is indeed a black cat, because the words 'black cat' are written next to the cat."

"Huh?" Team Huang frowned: "A red black cat? So strange? I know! The red paint must be blood!"

"Yes!" The police also clapped his hands: "Why didn't I think of it? Team Huang, you are so smart!"

"Okay, okay, don't flatter me, I'm not the kind of person who likes to show off." Team Huang waved his hand: "Let's go, I'll go over and take a look, your efficiency is too slow to do the work yourself."

"Great, Team Huang, we're all waiting for your guidance!" The police nodded quickly: "Please."

"Go buy me a pack of Zhonghua." Team Huang threw a dozen yuan in change to the police: "Send it directly to the scene later."

"Okay, okay." The police nodded and watched Team Huang go upstairs.

"Bah!" The policeman spat fiercely until Captain Huang disappeared from his sight: "What the hell! You can't do anything except give orders! If it weren't for..."

"Sorry." A figure suddenly appeared in front of the policeman, scaring him. He thought it was Captain Huang who heard him and came to cause trouble.

"Who are you?" The policeman looked up and asked in confusion when he saw that it was not Captain Huang.

"I'm Xue Mo." Xue Mo smiled and nodded: "I know you, someone under Director Zhou, your last name is Zheng, right? You should have heard of me, I have helped Director Zhou and Director Wang."

"Oh! I know!" The policeman immediately reacted: "You are the author who can predict the future, right!"

"What do you mean by predicting the future?" Xue Mo shook his head: "It's just the compliment of ordinary people. I'm just an ordinary author, and I still worry about my livelihood every day."

"No, no, no, I have heard of you." The policeman leaned forward: "I have read every chapter of your novel carefully."

"Is that so?" Xue Mo was a little surprised: "What have I written in the past few days?"

"Ah?" The policeman obviously didn't expect Xue Mo to really ask. He was originally polite, but now it has become awkward.

"Yeah." Xue Mo glanced around, not knowing what he was looking for or thinking about.

"Sorry, Xue Mo." The policeman smiled awkwardly: "I was too busy these two days, so I didn't read it. I will make up for it when I go back."

"That doesn't matter." Xue Mo frowned slightly: "I just asked casually, don't take it too seriously. Compared to this, I have a more important matter. If you help me, I can say a few good words for you in front of the directors."

"You..." The policeman was a little embarrassed when his thoughts were revealed, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

"Are you asking me how I know?" Xue Mo shook his head slowly: "I'm a psychology major, and I can't hide your little tricks from you. But it doesn't matter. I don't care whether you've read my novels or not, or whether you respect me or not. I just want to ask you if you've seen a black cat."

"Black cat?" The policeman was stunned and asked in surprise: "What kind of black cat are you looking for?"

"I don't know either." Xue Mo frowned and shook his head: "How should I put it, it's... probably, a black cat, um. I know it's very abstract and difficult to understand, but it's a black cat, as long as it's a black cat in concept, it's theoretically considered a black cat."

"Then there is indeed one." The policeman looked at Xue Mo in surprise: "But if you want to know about the black cat, you need to tell me why first, that... involves the case."

"Of course I know it involves the case." Xue Mo nodded: "I dreamed of a black cat in my dream. That black cat seems to be the key to solving the case. Not only that, it may also put you in danger."