Who moved my novel?

"Liu, the person is dead." Wang Zhenhua leaned against the wall helplessly, looking at the body in front of him.

"Yeah." Liu's voice came from the phone: "I know, how are you? I heard that you jumped from a height of several meters?"

"I'm fine." Wang Zhenhua shook his head: "Do we need to start investigating? Or wait for the city bureau to come?"

"Wait, this is not our business." Liu made a decisive judgment: "You rest here, and the hospital and the city bureau will arrive in a while. They brought a ladder and can take you up."

"Okay." Wang Zhenhua nodded: "Liu, is everything okay in the station?"

"It's okay in the station, just pay attention to your own safety."

"Okay." Wang Zhenhua nodded again and hung up the phone.

"Huh..." Wang Zhenhua, who hung up the phone, looked at the body again, and then ignored it and walked towards the light.

Although he could jump down to save people without hesitation, he was also used to seeing life and death, and he would not feel much for the dead.

…

“Buzz…buzz…” The cell phone of Director Wang, who was driving, suddenly rang. It was an unfamiliar number.

“Hello.” Director Wang answered the phone and turned on the hands-free function: “Who are you looking for?”

“Director Wang, hello.” A familiar voice that Director Wang least wanted to hear rang.

“Is it you?” Director Wang frowned slightly. This was the voice of the murderer.

“Director Wang, how is it?” The voice was teasing: “Have you found me? Do you know who I am? Hehehe.”

“I will always find you.” Director Wang frowned. Judging from the state of the phone call, this person seemed like a madman, but everyone in the car knew that this person was not a madman. It can even be said that he had a clear goal, a sophisticated layout, and a decisive action.

“By the way, Director Wang.” The voice on the phone rang again: “I heard that you seem to be analyzing my characteristics, right?”

Hearing this, Erfeng, who was taking notes at the side, paused.

Yes, she was taking notes, but she hardly told anyone about this matter. The only people who knew about it were a few directors, herself, and Zhao Feng.

At best, Hu Danian, a subordinate of Director Wang, had heard some fragments.

"Hahahahaha!" Perhaps because Director Wang did not answer for a long time, the person on the phone laughed: "Director Wang, Director Wang, you are really stupid. Since I dare to call you, would I not be prepared?"

Director Wang still did not answer, but looked at Erfeng in the co-pilot.

Erfeng nodded, indicating Director Wang to rest assured.

Of course, they had long guessed that the murderer would make adjustments to his voice and use a voice changer.

But it doesn't matter. Erfeng recorded not the voice, but the language habits.

"Hehehe." The man continued: "Director Wang, to be honest, I not only modified my voice, but also adjusted the tone and frequency. I even stopped using ordinary language, and my breathing frequency was also changed. Tell me, I am so attentive, what information can you find?"

"What!" This time Erfeng was not calm.

Even Erfeng didn't study these things in depth. She just heard about this kind of investigation method occasionally. She didn't expect that the murderer would even notice this!

"Why, are you surprised?" The voice on the phone was full of laughter: "Director Wang, I really don't know why you are so confident in catching me? You... You have no clues, no capable assistants, and even want me to give you everything."

At this point, the phone suddenly disconnected.

"Director Wang..." Erfeng gritted her teeth, as if she wanted to say something.

"It's okay." Director Wang shook his head slightly and sighed.

This time, not only did they not have time to monitor the location, but they even denied their method of using language habits to judge identities. It must be said that this call was a serious blow to Director Wang's confidence.

"Go to the crime scene first, and analyze the rest slowly when we return to the station." Seeing that Erfeng was still entangled in this matter, Director Wang comforted her: "Although he said so, it doesn't necessarily mean that there are really no clues."

...

"Xue Mo, Xue Mo." In the empty space, a voice was calling Xue Mo's name. From his tone, he seemed a little anxious and worried.

"Xue Mo, where are you?" A boy looked around while walking, but unfortunately, there was nothing to see except endless darkness.

"Xue Mo?" The boy continued to walk forward, trying to find clues about Xue Mo.

Suddenly, white breath appeared in front of the boy.

"Huh? Breath?" The boy was stunned.

The appearance of breath means that the temperature around is extremely low now, but... will the temperature here actually drop?

Thinking of this, the boy continued to walk forward a few steps.

Just when he took the seventh step, the boy's eyes suddenly became clear.

The darkness dissipated, and the light returned.

The white snow fell from the sky, forming a silver-white world.

"Is this, snow?" The boy was even more surprised.

It does snow in Chixin City, and it did snow this year, but it shouldn't be this season anyway, let alone here!

"Xue Mo, are you there?" The boy frowned slightly and looked around.

If Xue Mo is here, then it should be here.

This is not meaningless nonsense, but it means that if the blood ink is still in this space, it would be in this world of ice and snow.

"Blood ink?" The boy walked forward tentatively while searching.

"Ah!" The boy suddenly slipped and screamed in shock.

"Shh!" A voice came from all directions, distant and empty.

"Blood ink?!" Although he couldn't tell who it was from just one "shhh", the boy immediately determined that it was the voice of Blood ink. The boy said in surprise and joy: "Blood ink, come out quickly! I need your help!"

"Shhh!" The hissing sounded again: "Please go out, there is no blood ink here, no one, there is only a cemetery!"

As the voice fell, layers of flying snow actually flew upwards against gravity.

When all the flying snow dispersed, the ground appeared in the boy's eyes - it was a huge ice block, and in the ice block was the person the boy had been looking for for a long time: Blood ink.