Who moved my novel?

"Yeah." Dong Peng nodded.

"But I only know how to use the Star Coin card!" Zhao Feng held the card in his hand and turned to Dong Peng. It was a Star Coin King: "Yes, I said that money can make the devil work. Hahaha, you are shocked, right?"

"Yeah." Dong Peng nodded: "Draw a card."

"Aren't you surprised at all?" Zhao Feng curled his lips and sat down: "Boring."

"Please." Dong Peng urged again.

Zhao Feng then casually drew a card from the pile of cards.

"Reversed Sun." Dong Peng took a look and said, "It seems that emotional setbacks are inevitable. As for which one, it should be the one who wants to have a baby with you."

"Oh, that's a coincidence." Zhao Feng covered his mouth with a surprised expression: "They all want to have a baby with me, the master is really amazing!"

"Are you satisfied, Mr. Zhao?"

"Of course!" Zhao Feng nodded: "Thank you for clearing my doubts."

"You're welcome." Dong Peng stood up: "Since there is nothing else, please come in."

"Is it so urgent? I want to visit again, is that okay?" Zhao Feng looked around and said.

"Sorry." Dong Peng made a "please" gesture again: "I have other things to do today."

"Then I'll come another day."

Although Zhao Feng didn't force to stay, he paved the way for coming again next time.

"If you want to ask for divination, I'm welcome."

Although Dong Peng didn't refuse, he hinted that he shouldn't come if there was nothing else.

...

More than ten minutes later, Zhao Feng's big motorcycle stopped steadily at the door of a coffee shop.

"Hello, sir, what would you like to drink?" A waiter led Zhao Feng to a seat by the window and handed him a menu.

"A glass of milk, thank you." Zhao Feng did not take the menu, but took out his mobile phone.

"Sorry, sir, we don't have milk here."

"I can pay according to the price of coffee." Zhao Feng's attention was almost entirely on the phone.

"Sorry, sir, we really don't sell milk here, how about you look at something else? I recommend our cappuccino to you, or maybe you like latte?"

"I just want a glass of pure milk." Zhao Feng raised his head and glanced at the waiter, frowning.

"Sorry, no." The waiter curled his lips, seeming a little dissatisfied.

"You obviously have milk."

"But our milk is an ingredient, not sold separately." The waiter held the menu and shrugged: "If you want to drink milk, go to the convenience store opposite. There are various brands and they can be heated for free."

"Okay." Zhao Feng nodded: "Then give me a latte."

"Okay, sir, a latte." The waiter smiled a winner and ordered skillfully: "Do you need anything else?"

"No." Zhao Feng shook his head: "No coffee and milk foam in the latte."

"Sir, coffee without coffee is not called coffee." The waiter rolled his eyes: "Are you here to mess things up?"

"I can't order the ingredients in your store, but I have the right to remove some of the ingredients in my coffee."

"Okay, wait." The waiter threw the menu on the table and walked towards the kitchen.

Zhao Feng glanced at that direction indifferently, and didn't care, but continued to observe his mobile phone.

Just now, he secretly hid a total of four eavesdropping devices in Dong Peng's two rooms. In addition, the pen he gave Dong Peng also had a tracking device, and the data received by these devices would be transmitted to his mobile phone in real time.

"It's a pity that there is no suitable place to put the camera."

Zhao Feng shook his head regretfully.

Although Dong Peng did not stare at him all the time, he grasped the time and direction of each time he looked away very well, leaving him no chance to set up the camera.

Zhao Feng first looked at the tracking device.

The location of the tracking device has been in Dong Peng's studio, and it has remained unchanged. It seems that Dong Peng did not carry the pen.

Then Zhao Feng opened the content receiving software of the eavesdropping device, and the audio of four different eavesdropping devices was connected at the same time.

"Swish..."

"Huhu..."

"Ka Da Ka Da..."

"..."

Zhao Feng closed his eyes and carefully identified it.

The one that made the rustling sound was the one placed outside the studio door, where there were some sundries and wind.

The whirring sound is the one next to the fireplace. This fireplace uses gas instead of firewood, and the whirring sound is the sound of the gas spraying out unsteadily.

The click-click-click sound should be the sound of footsteps, but which room is it from?

Zhao Feng turned off the four audios one by one, and after checking, it turned out that the footsteps came from the reception room.

"It seems that Dong Peng is in the reception room." Zhao Feng muttered to himself in a low voice, closed his eyes and continued to listen carefully.

"In the reception room of Nimad!"

A loud noise of "bang!" scared Zhao Feng.

"It's you who messed up the place?" A burly man stood in front of Zhao Feng: "Get up!"

As he said that, he stretched out his hand to grab Zhao Feng's collar.

However, Zhao Feng was from the police academy after all, and he couldn't be caught by such a casual grab.

Zhao Feng leaned back slightly and nimbly dodged the grab, then quickly adjusted his position, grabbed the wrist of the strong man with his right hand, grabbed his shoulder with his left hand, turned his body slightly, and lightly controlled the strong man's right hand.

"If you move again, you will be considered as assaulting a police officer." Zhao Feng whispered in the burly man's ear.

The sturdy man wanted to struggle with brute force, but he dared not move after hearing this.

"Hush." ​​Zhao Feng saw that the sturdy man stopped struggling, loosened his right hand, and quietly showed the ID in his pocket: "Stay aside, don't hinder me from investigating the case."

"Ah, alas." The sturdy man immediately broke out in a cold sweat: "Police, officer, please be magnanimous, I am just a security guard, I abide by the law, and I am a good citizen!"

"Get out of the way." Zhao Feng was even more disgusted when he heard him say "good citizen".

"Yes, yes, get out now, get out now." The sturdy man stood up and was about to leave in a hurry.

"Wait." Zhao Feng raised his hand, and the sturdy man immediately stopped moving.

"What's wrong, officer?"

"Don't reveal my identity, or I'll find a thousand ways to investigate you." Zhao Feng patted the dust off his hands: "Also, bring me my milk quickly, 47 degrees, no sugar!"

"Yes, yes!" The strong man dared not to refuse, and responded twice, but didn't dare to leave directly: "Officer, do you have any other instructions?"

"No, go down." Zhao Feng waved his hand.

I was interrupted for a few minutes just now, I don't know if I missed any important content, I have to listen to the playback later.

Zhao Feng thought so and opened the software again.

A voice immediately caught Zhao Feng's attention.

"Master Dong, are you free?"

Why is it him?

Zhao Feng frowned.