Who moved my novel?

"That's... Zhao Feng?"

Xiao Sun suddenly saw a familiar figure again.

Why are all these people gathering around here today?

"Okay, then I'll trouble you." Lao Liu hung up the phone and looked at Xiao Sun: "What's wrong, who did you meet again?"

"Zhao Feng, an expert from the province..." Xiao Sun helplessly held his forehead and said: "He is called an expert, but in fact he is just a second-generation playboy who dreams of becoming a modern Sherlock Holmes every day."

"Yeah." Lao Liu nodded: "Don't underestimate this guy, it's a skill to find this place so quickly."

While the two were talking, Zhao Feng had already parked his large-displacement modified motorcycle at the door of Xinge Consulting.

"Alas!" Xiao Sun saw Zhao Feng was about to enter the house, and pushed open the car door to stop him.

"Wait." Old Liu was quick-witted and grabbed Xiao Li: "Don't go. Since he's here, he must have his own plans."

"But now Xue Mo and Dong Peng are both inside." Xiao Sun frowned: "Although neither of them had the time to commit the crime, the time and place of their appearance are too strange. What if they are accomplices, Zhao Feng..."

"Don't worry, don't worry." Old Liu pressed his hand: "They don't know Zhao Feng, and Zhao Feng didn't force his way in. This is Zhao Feng's advantage. We must fully trust Zhao Feng."

"That's right." Xiao Sun thought about it and nodded: "I was reckless."

Then he saw Old Liu open the safety of the pistol.

"Brother Liu, what are you doing?"

"Be prepared." Old Liu skillfully checked the bullets in the gun and looked at Xiao Sun with a puzzled face.

...

"This is this time..."

"Knock! Knock! Knock!"

Xue Mo and Dong Peng had just entered the room and hadn't started to communicate when they heard a knock on the door.

"At this time..." Dong Peng frowned and looked at Xue Mo.

"Your home court, I'll listen to you." Xue Mo shrugged: "How about I go to the consultation room first?"

"I'm really sorry." Dong Peng nodded and apologized.

"It's okay." Xue Mo also nodded, went into the room and closed the door.

Dong Peng saw Xue Mo enter the consultation room, walked to the door and opened it.

I saw a young man in middle school clothes standing outside the door.

"Hello, who are you looking for?" Dong Peng looked at the man and asked.

"Hello! Master Dong?"

The young man greeted Dong Peng in standard Chinese English.

"I'm Dong Peng." Dong Peng nodded: "May I ask who you are?"

"Let's talk inside, OK?" The young man snapped his fingers and pointed to the inside of the room.

"Sorry, I don't accept unknown guests." Dong Peng politely stopped the young man outside.

"NO! NO! NO!" The young man shook his finger: "I'm Jesse."

"Pretentious." Dong Peng raised his eyebrows and spit out two words with disdain, but still stepped aside to let the young man enter the room.

"This is not exaggeration, this is called a combination of Chinese and Western styles." The young man walked into the house with light steps, while looking at the furnishings in the house: "Old-fashioned, such old-fashioned furnishings, how can they match your status as a master?"

"Your way of praising people is very novel." Dong Peng shrugged: "If you want to tell fortunes, I will take you to my studio. There are no props here."

"Oh, god!" The young man covered his mouth in surprise: "So this is not your studio, I'm really sorry."

"Obviously this is a psychological counseling room." Dong Peng picked up his black coat and walked to the back door of the reception room: "Go through the back door, it's closer."

"OK, I'll listen to you, dear master."

"This way." Dong Peng ignored the boastful young man and took him through the corridor to another room.

"Perfect! This design is great, very suitable for escape."

"Maybe you can stop speaking your poor English?" Dong Peng asked, holding the door handle of the studio with one hand.

"Ok! Oh, no, I mean, yes."

"A guest is a guest, please come in." Dong Peng said, opened the door and walked in first.

"What do you want to calculate?" Dong Peng asked the young man who was groping around in the room.

"Oh, is this a fireplace? This thing is rare in China. Oh, it uses gas. It's not cheap, right?"

Dong Peng glanced at him and ignored him.

"I heard that some people feel confused when they see flames, and some people feel peaceful. I wonder which one you belong to?" the young man asked.

"I feel warm." Dong Peng raised his eyebrows: "If you have something to say, please tell me. If not, I have something else to do."

"Oh, sorry." The young man raised his hands and sat on the chair: "Actually, I want to calculate my fortune."

"I have a rule here, one divination costs three coins." Dong Peng said, and was about to get the rice paper under the table.

"Please tell me how much dollars you need directly, thank you." The young man took out his wallet directly.

"Three hundred thousand." Dong Peng stopped moving his hands and frowned at the young man.

"Okay, no problem, swipe the card." The young man handed over the bank card directly.

"Sorry, I need cash."

"No problem." The young man put his hand in his pocket and fumbled around.

"Huh?" Dong Peng immediately tensed up. This man couldn't have so much cash on him. This action was more like pulling out a gun.

Unexpectedly, the young man took out a pen from his pocket.

"I want to write an IOU." The young man said and uncapped the pen.

"No need, give me this pen."

"This pen is only worth tens of thousands of dollars." The young man shrugged.

"It's not available in China." Dong Peng's tone was a little impatient: "Just tell me, it's nothing."

"Of course it's about feelings." The young man handed the pen to Dong Peng casually: "Master, I want to know which of my other lovers Shui Ying knows."

"Name." Dong Peng didn't react to this.

"Jessen." The young man repeated it, and suddenly seemed to remember something, and added: "Jessen Smith. Sorry, I forgot to say the last name."

"Chinese name, I said, I don't want to listen to your poor English." Dong Peng said in a bad tone.

"I'm a customer, I paid... a pen worth 30,000 US dollars, can't you tolerate my small shortcomings?" The young man complained in an exaggerated tone.

"No." Dong Peng said calmly, looking at the young man: "Name."

"Zhao Feng." The young man spread his hands: "This name was given by my parents, I don't like it, if you can, can you call me Jason?"

"Yes, Mr. Zhao Feng," Dong Peng said as he took out the divination plate: "You want to tell your marriage, right?"

"Please wait a moment." Zhao Feng raised his hand to stop Dong Peng: "Excuse me, do you know Tarot? I don't really believe in such earthy things."

"Yes." Dong Peng curled his lips and took out the Tarot cards.

Chapter 22 The Tarot cards were placed on the table and neatly stacked into a pile.

"Please draw one, use your non-dominant hand." Dong Peng stretched out his right hand and made a gesture of invitation, indicating Zhao Feng to draw a card.

"Major Arcana?" Zhao Feng looked at the cards on the table, took out a few cards from his pocket, approached Dong Peng and said mysteriously: "Actually, I am also good at Tarot, but I am good at Minor Arcana."