Who moved my novel?

"Thank you." Xiao Zhao took the teacup from Xue Mo: "Do you live alone?"

"And my cat." Xue Mo poured himself a cup of tea and sat opposite Xiao Zhao.

"How happy." Xiao Zhao looked at the house where Xue Mo lived with some envy.

"You don't live alone?" Xue Mo looked at Xiao Zhao in confusion.

The salary of a policeman is always higher than the income of a new author like himself, so how could Xiao Zhao not afford to rent a house?

"Well, I live with my family." Xiao Zhao shrugged: "Alas, I also want to live by myself."

"Uh..." Xue Mo smiled bitterly: "I really don't know who should envy whom."

Xue Mo wanted to live with his family, but was disliked by his family and had to live by himself.

"By the way, where is your cat?" Xiao Zhao was quite excited: "Can you let me see it? I like small animals very much, but my family doesn't allow me to keep them."

"In the house." Xue Mo called to the house: "Meow~"

No response.

"Meow?"

Still no response.

"Maybe he went out to play." Xue Mo scratched his head: "It seems that he ran out to play."

"Okay." Although Xiao Zhao felt a little regretful, he had no choice but to nod: "Then let's see next time."

"Knock knock knock!"

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Brother Xue Mo, are you at home?" A familiar voice sounded from outside the door.

"Officer Zhao, please sit down. A friend is looking for me." Xue Mo greeted Xiao Zhao embarrassedly and went to open the door.

"Brother Xue Mo, is there a guest?" The man who bought insurance last time was standing outside the door looking in.

"Oh, a colleague." Xue Mo nodded: "Brother Pei, please come in, come in and talk."

As he said, Xue Mo took out another pair of slippers.

The last time before leaving, Xue Mo asked the name of the person who bought insurance, Pei Qian.

"Is he also the author?" Pei Qian looked into the room while changing his shoes.

But the next moment, he was stunned.

"Uh, brother Xuemo, am I here at the wrong time?" Pei Qian put on his shoes again: "I'll come next time, you guys go ahead and do your work."

"It's okay, it's okay." Xuemo also realized something: "Brother Pei, this is my colleague, he's just visiting my house."

"Oh oh." Pei Qian smiled awkwardly at Xiao Zhao who turned his head and looked at him: "I suddenly remembered that my family is still making soup, I have to go back and take a look, you guys chat first, we'll get to know each other next time we have a chance."

"Ah? Oh, okay." Xiao Zhao nodded confusedly.

"Then I'll take my leave first."

Before Xuemo could say anything, Pei Qian disappeared from Xuemo's sight.

"Who is that?" Looking at Pei Qian who left in a hurry, Xiao Zhao looked at Xuemo with some confusion.

"An insurance salesman." Xuemo briefly introduced: "His name is Pei Qian, he's a nice guy, but a little shy."

"Selling insurance? Shy?" Pei Qian felt that hearing these two times together was as strange as hearing that cats don't eat fish.

"Well, it's really strange." Xue Mo shrugged: "Maybe he was forced to do this job, but in fact, he is talkative if you get to know him well."

"Is that so." Xiao Zhao nodded casually, but didn't sign.

"By the way, Xue Mo, I heard that you are a writer. Do you have any good works? Take them out for me to appreciate."

"Well..." Xue Mo was embarrassed when he mentioned this: "I don't have this, I'm just a newbie."

Xue Mo's brain was working fast, and he soon thought of a wonderful way to change the subject: "But I have another good thing, I can show it to you."

"What?" Xiao Zhao looked at Xue Mo curiously.

"This." Xue Mo took out a bottle of ink: "This is the best of the four treasures of the study."

"Ink?" Xiao Zhao looked at Xue Mo in confusion.

If the most valuable thing among the four treasures of the study is the inkstone or the brush, how high can the value of ink be even if it is the best?

What's more, this is not ink, it is fountain pen ink.

"Well, this is Xue Mo's treasure, Xue Mo!"

"Ah?" Xiao Zhao put on a black face and said, "You put it here?"

"Hahaha, you don't understand, right?" Xue Mo showed a mysterious expression and carefully opened the bottle cap.

"This smell is so special." The moment it was opened, a strange fragrance entered Xiao Zhao's nose.

This fragrance is very familiar, but also very strange. It seems to have been smelled somewhere, but there is a feeling that it has never been touched.

"How about it, it smells good?" Xue Mo covered the bottle cap: "I'm telling you, this is my special ink designed for writers. This smell can inspire inspiration very well, and it is better for writing supernatural, horror or suspense."

"So magical?" Xiao Zhao said and wanted to take the ink bottle.

"Can't touch it!" Xue Mo quickly took his hand back: "Go away, this ink is very precious."

"Tsk, stingy." Xiao Zhao complained and led the topic elsewhere.

…

"How is the investigation of the noodle shop owner surnamed Wu going?" Captain Wang sat in the conference room and looked at everyone.

"Captain Wang, I have checked here. Boss Wu has almost no interpersonal communication. His only hobby is to watch videos and send rockets to the beachwear anchor." A criminal police officer said: "If there is a bigger motive for committing the crime, it may be his diners."

"Captain Wang, I have checked Dong Peng's whereabouts that you asked me to check." Another criminal police officer said: "He did go to preside over the burial, and it is said that he also performed a ritual for the person."

"What ritual?"

"Yes, according to the description of the family members, Master Dong's ritual attracted thunder from the sky, forming an extinction thunder tribulation, condensing into a seven-color tribulation cloud, and forcibly refined the originally white ashes into a rainbow color. It is said that it is beneficial for the family to have a rainbow-like momentum behind them."

"Rainbow momentum? What is that?"

"It is said that it is a brilliant performance." The criminal police officer shrugged.

"In short, it can be confirmed that he was presiding over the burial that day, right?" Captain Wang was too lazy to ask in depth, the more he asked, the more outrageous it became.

"Well, according to the family members, Master Dong was busy helping them all day, running around, so it's impossible for him to have time to commit the crime."

"Yes." Captain Wang nodded: "Then we can temporarily rule out Dong Peng as a suspect."

"Oh, that's not right." Captain Wang suddenly remembered something: "Did Dong Peng go out to buy something that day?"

"Buy something?" The criminal police was stunned, and then he reacted and thought carefully: "It seems that he went to buy candles, but it only took ten minutes."

"Ten minutes?" Captain Wang rubbed his forehead: "Ten minutes is not enough to walk there, let alone kill someone. Forget it, let others talk."

"Captain Wang, I have a clue here. It is said that someone delivered meat soup to Boss Wu at twelve o'clock noon. If we can find those two people, even if they are not the murderer, it will help to understand the time of the crime more accurately."