Who moved my novel?

"Xiao Sun, please keep an eye on Dong Peng again." After the meeting, Captain Wang kept Xiao Sun: "Although he has sufficient alibi, I always feel that he is related to this case."

"Yes, Captain Wang." Xiao Sun nodded: "Then I will change into casual clothes and go to Chengbei District to find him."

"Tomorrow." Captain Wang looked at his watch: "It's late today, you should have a good rest."

...

"Hello." Xue Mo answered the phone.

"Hello, are you free tomorrow?" A familiar voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Yes, yes." Hearing the man's voice, Xue Mo smiled: "Do you want to meet?"

"Tomorrow at 10:30 am, okay?"

"Yes." Xue Mo agreed without thinking.

Although he is still a special consultant of the Municipal Bureau, it seems that Captain Wang has no time to take care of him in his current state.

"Besides, I don't have any new clues to give them recently."

Xue Mo closed his pocket watch and shook his head with a smile.

…

"Dong Peng, Xue Mo." Zhao Feng looked at the name on the tablet and murmured: "Xue Mo is a secluded person. Let's find a chance to contact this Dong Peng tomorrow."

After that, Zhao Feng closed the curtains and turned on the projector.

One after another, the photos of the case were projected directly onto the snow-white wall.

…

The next day.

…

"Xiao Sun, where are you going?" Old Liu came down slowly from upstairs.

"Brother Liu, I'm going to the North District."

"Oh? That's a coincidence. I'm going there too. Can you drive me a distance?"

"Sure." Xiao Sun nodded: "Where are you going, Brother Liu? I'll take you there."

"To Xue Mo's house."

"Okay, it's not far away."

While talking, Xiao Sun opened the car door.

…

"Brother Wang, I'm going to buy breakfast. What do you want to eat?"

Xiao Li, who had just finished his morning shift, rubbed his eyes in a daze.

"Jianbing Guozi, let's go." Wang Zhenhua was replying to a message and answered casually.

"Okay." Xiao Li nodded and walked out the door.

"Hey? The Jianbing Guozi seller didn't come today?"

...

"The ingredients at home are all used up again." The painter shook his head: "It seems that I have to go out again."

He took a shower and simply tidied his hair.

"Why do I have to go out?" The painter looked at his thick dark circles and didn't want to see anyone more.

...

"Wait a minute." Lao Liu suddenly stopped Xiao Sun: "Look, that looks like blood ink."

"It really is!" Xiao Sun parked the car on the side of the road calmly: "Why is he here."

"Just leave me here." Lao Liu unbuckled his seat belt: "I just need to find blood ink, you can go and do it."

"My destination is also nearby." Xiao Sun glanced at the red house in front, which was Master Dong's studio.

...

"Hello." Dong Peng greeted the blood ink walking towards him.

"Hello." Xue Mo nodded happily: "Let's go in and talk?"

"Okay, please." Dong Peng extended his hand and let Xue Mo walk in front.

...

"Who is that..." The painter happened to pass by Xinge for consultation.

He saw two people about to enter the door.

He seemed to have seen something terrifying, so he quickly lowered his head and took a detour to the side road.

...

"Dumpling shop..." Xiao Li looked at the navigation on his mobile phone: "Where is it?"

Because the pancake stall at the door had moved to a new location, he had to walk a distance and find the dumpling shop according to the navigation.

"Who is that?" Xiao Li suddenly saw a familiar figure.

"Xue Mo! Xue Mo!" Xiao Li ran over excitedly.

"Huh?" Xue Mo, who was about to enter the door, heard Xiao Li's shouting and turned his head to look over: "Oh, it turned out to be Officer Li."

"Is he your friend?" Dong Peng asked with a smile.

"Yes, he is a very friendly police officer." Xue Mo thought for a while and said.

"Then I'll go in and wait for you." Dong Peng nodded, smiled at Xiao Li, opened the door and walked in.

"What's wrong, Officer Li?" Xue Mo looked at Xiao Li and asked.

"I'm sorry, did I bother you?" Xiao Li said embarrassedly: "Do you know where the nearby bun shop is?"

...

"Is that Xiao Li?" Lao Liu frowned while sitting in the car: "He won't want to make trouble for Xue Mo again? This matter has nothing to do with their police station!"

"The one who just went in seems to be Dong Peng?" Xiao Sun also frowned: "How can Xue Mo know him?"

"Do you know another person?" Lao Liu asked Xiao Sun in confusion.

"Yes, he appeared in several cases with different identities." Xiao Sun nodded.

"Several cases? Different identities?" Lao Liu thought for a while and asked: "Captain Wang, don't you suspect him?"

"I suspect him. In fact, my mission here is to get close to him and find clues." It has come to this point, and Lao Liu is one of us, so Xiao Sun has nothing to hide.

"What's going on? Tell me in detail."

"It's that Dong Peng." Xiao Sun sorted out the information in his mind: "The private detective in the locked room burglary case, the diners in the noodle shop, and the passengers in the previous driver murder case."

"Are these the same person?" Lao Liu frowned.

Because they were all characters like passers-by, these people had appeared in pseudonyms before, so Lao Liu didn't know that they were the same person.

But if these people are all this Dong Peng, and he knows Xue Mo...

Old Liu took out his phone and dialed a number that had not been used for a long time.

...

"Buzz!"

"Swish!"

The sound of the brakes sounded.

The man with dark circles under his eyes was startled and fell to the ground.

Zhao Feng, who was riding a motorcycle, was also startled.

"No, sorry." The painter quickly got up from the ground and apologized to Zhao Feng in a hurry. : "I didn't see you, I'm sorry."

"Are you okay?" Zhao Feng stopped the car, walked towards the painter, and patted the dirt off his body.

"It's okay, it's okay." The painter's body trembled obviously.

"Do you need me to take you to the hospital?" Zhao Feng roughly checked, and except for the dirt on his body, the man in front of him was fine.

According to Zhao Feng's personality, if he met such a person who walked with his head down and didn't look at the road, he would have cursed him a long time ago, but facing this timid young man, Zhao Feng couldn't curse him.

"No, no!" The painter shook his head repeatedly.

"Then... how about I take you home?"

"No, no, no, don't bother you, I'm leaving first, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." The painter apologized and stumbled away.

"Hey! My name is Zhao Feng, I also have responsibilities, come to the police station to find me if you have anything!"

If someone familiar with Zhao Feng saw this scene, they would definitely drop their jaws.

No matter what, Zhao Feng couldn't say the three words "sorry". Being able to admit his responsibility was his biggest concession.

However, he didn't notice that the young man ran faster after saying the three words "police station".

"Let me see, Xinge Consultation, it should be here." Zhao Feng stopped struggling when he saw the young man walking away, and started looking around with his mobile phone.