Who moved my novel?

"Blood ink."

Lao Liu said while writing the document.

There were only two people in the office, Lao Liu and Xue Mo.

The whole floor went to the office for a meeting.

"Officer Liu." Xue Mo nodded and responded.

"You are such an unpredictable person." Lao Liu didn't look at Xue Mo and seemed to be talking to himself: "I don't expect to see through you. I just want to ask you, this time, are you really Are you on our side?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Because the deceased can also speak." Old Liu stopped writing: "The deceased has told me the truth."

"Are you still doubting me?" Xue Mo and Lao Liu looked at each other with no concession in their eyes.

"I'm not doubting you, I'm sure it's you."

Old Liu closed the pen and stamped it.

"Who do you think I killed?"

Xuemo shrugged.

"Everyone, every incident you write about is actually your doing."

"Your hat is too big."

Xue Mo crossed his arms and sat deeply on the sofa next to him.

"I said, dead people can talk."

Old Liu shook the documents in his hands and made a clattering sound.

"In that case, why don't you arrest me?"

Xue Mo spread his hands.

"I have no evidence, and I don't want to deal with this shit."

Before Xue Mo could speak, Lao Liu continued.

"I don't want to worry about anything else. I just want to ask you, are you really on our side this time?"

"I have always been, I am the special advisor invited by the King's team!"

Xue Mo stood up with some excitement.

"I put the documents here." Old Liu put the dried documents on the corner of the table, took out a brand new police uniform, and patted it: "If your answer is yes."

…

"Old Liu, have the documents been written?"

When Captain Wang saw Lao Liu coming back, he asked.

"It's written."

"Where's Xuemo? Why didn't I come back with you?"

"Going to the toilet." Old Liu waved his hand: "What did Xiao Sun say?"

"One good and one bad." Captain Wang sighed.

"The expert agreed to come, but the time is a few days late. He said he is busy recently."

In fact, everyone knew what was going on. People were willing to come over because of Xiao Sun's connections. They deliberately delayed it for a few days to give Team Wang and the Chixin City Bureau a disincentive.

"It's better than nothing." Old Liu nodded and sat back on his lazy chair to drink tea.

"Team King!"

A few minutes later, Xue Mo, dressed in police uniform, knocked on the door of the conference room.

"Young, Lao Liu has changed you into a police uniform. Don't tell me, you are quite handsome!"

Team Wang was a little surprised at first, and then smiled: "Not bad, not bad, it looks like that."

"He's quite handsome." Old Liu raised the tea cup in his hand: "You are our comrade when you put on the police uniform. The police number you wear on your chest is my police number. From now on, be more disciplined in your words and deeds."

"Yeah." Xue Mo nodded.

"I have already sent our certificate to the editor. We may need to conduct identity authentication through the backend later, and we can see it later."

"good."

Captain Wang nodded.

"Captain Wang, I also want to meet that Dao Mo."

"Meet her?" Captain Wang thought for a while: "It's okay to meet her, but she doesn't say anything now, so it doesn't make any sense."

"Let me go, maybe I can ask something."

"Okay, then you go." Captain Wang said and looked at Old Liu: "Old Liu, how about you accompany Xue Mo?"

"I'm not going!" Old Liu waved his hand: "Whoever wants to go can go."

"Okay, then New Year's Eve...forget it, Lao Zhang, you go with him."

It seemed that everyone was not surprised that Liu didn't obey the command, so Team Wang directly replaced someone.

…

"Your name is Dao Mo?" Xue Mo sat opposite Dao Mo, accompanied by an old detective who was nearly fifty years old.

"Yeah." Dao Mo nodded.

"Students from the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital?"

"Yeah." Dao Mo's eyes were lifeless, like a machine that only answered according to the program.

"How old are you?"

"Kenji."

"How long have you known Jenny?"

"More than a year."

"He wasn't in graduate school more than a year ago, right?"

"Um."

"He went to the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital for you?"

"So be it."

"He died, and you didn't feel anything at all?"

"No." Dao Mo tilted his head slightly.

"You know what? He died very tragically."

Xue Mo took off his glasses and wiped them again.

"His hands were chopped off, blood was flowing out, and life was passing away bit by bit."

"He is a medical student. He knows when he will die, and he also knows how to save himself, but he can't do it because there is a demon watching him and watching him die little by little."

"Have you ever experienced this feeling of waiting to die? Do you know how hopeless it is?"

"What do you want to say?" Dao Mo raised his head and looked at Xue Mo, but her eyes were still so calm.

"But in the face of danger, he still wants to protect you."

"We found his phone at the scene, broken."

"That kind of damage is by no means as simple as a handsome fall. It was caused by someone hitting the ground with great force."

"What do you want to say?" Dao Mo looked at Xue Mo with a cold look in his eyes.

"We have evidence. You are his accomplice in the murder."

Xue Mo put on his glasses again: "Tell me who the mastermind is, and we will treat you leniently."

"It was me." Dao Mo lowered his head again: "I killed him. We had a quarrel, and I killed him in anger. It's that simple."

"He cried miserably when he died, and knelt down to beg me to forgive him, but I didn't agree."

"Are you satisfied with this statement? Shoot me, I deserve it."

Dao Mo's tone was as calm as if he was talking about what he had eaten in the morning.

"Look at me." Xue Mo walked in front of Dao Mo.

"What else do you want?" Dao Mo raised his head.

"Is the murderer your classmate?"

"No, it's me." Dao Mo shook his head

"Is it your friend?"

"No, it's me."

"It's your..."

"Don't ask anymore." Dao Mo simply closed his eyes: "As long as I don't see, hear or say anything, you can't ask anything."

"Really?" Xue Mo smiled slightly and reached out to grab Dao Mo's wrist.

"Xue Mo." Lao Zhang hurriedly wanted to remind Xue Mo.

"Shh." Xue Mo shook his head at Lao Zhang, and then revealed the movement of his hand: "It's okay, Lao Zhang, at worst, you can fire me."

Hearing what Xue Mo said, Lao Zhang also reacted. Xue Mo was not a policeman. Even if he broke the rules... it seemed that no one could say anything?

Seeing that Xue Mo just put his hand on him, Lao Zhang didn't say anything.

"Dao Mo classmate." Xue Mo lowered his tone a little: "Let me introduce myself again. I'm not a policeman. I'm a doctor like you."