Who moved my novel?

Inside Dong Peng's studio.

"Master Dong, are you free?" Xiao Sun asked Dong Peng.

While talking, he pretended to observe his surroundings casually.

Just now he noticed that Zhao Feng went to Xinge Consulting when he entered, but went to Dong Peng's studio when he went out. This showed that the two shops were connected.

"Actually, there is something." Dong Peng thought for a moment: "But I'm not particularly anxious. Do you have anything to do with me?"

"It's really urgent and I want to ask for your help. It's like this..."

…

While Xiao Sun held Dong Peng back, Lao Liu carefully opened the door to Xinge Consulting.

If Xue Mo and Dong Peng are really accomplices, then this consultation room is undoubtedly the most likely place to connect.

The reception room was quiet, no one was there.

This was within Lao Liu's expectation. After all, no one would put secrets within everyone's reach.

"Consultation room." Old Liu silently read the sign on the door on the left in his mind.

The one directly in front is the back door, which should be connected to Dong Peng's studio. This is almost certain.

Then Xue Mo has either left through the back door, or is in this consulting room.

"Captain Wang, Captain Wang, for your ideal, Lao Liu took advantage of the opportunity to apply for a search warrant this time. If this old man is revealed here, you will have to bury me generously!"

After silently reciting something in his mind, Old Liu suddenly opened the door of the "consultation room".

"Poof!" There was no violent collision as expected.

There seemed to be an anti-collision design behind the door of the consultation room, and this time it only caused a very slight impact sound.

In the consultation room, a man wearing a blue mask was sitting at a small table playing with his mobile phone.

"Officer Liu?" The man raised his head when he heard the voice and looked at Old Liu in surprise: "Why are you here? Are you here to see Ning Xin?"

"Blood ink?" Old Liu also pretended to be surprised: "Why are you here?"

"I'm here for consultation." Xue Mo took off his mask and shrugged: "I'm not afraid of your jokes. I'm a regular visitor here."

"Oh, that's right."

Lao Liu looked around the room. There was nothing in the room except a few simple pieces of furniture and furnishings. If there was anything special about it, it was that there was a thick layer of sound insulation on the wall.

"Uh, Officer Liu, do you have anything to do with Ning Xin? He seems to be busy with something and may not be back until later."

"Nothing." Lao Liu raised his mobile phone and showed the electronic search warrant: "We received news that a large amount of contraband was hidden in a nearby household, so we are conducting house-to-house investigations."

"Contraband?" Xue Mo was surprised: "It can't be... that one, right?"

"Shh." Old Liu acted as if he didn't want to discuss this issue: "Although the owner of this place is no longer here, I still have to conduct a search."

"Hmm..." Xue Mo hesitated and nodded: "Okay, just don't destroy things."

"I'll pay attention."

Old Liu agreed and symbolically turned over several vases in the room.

In fact, his eyes had always been focused on Xue Mo.

"I'm sorry." Old Liu turned around and looked at Xue Mo with both hands empty: "As required by the mission, I have to search the items you are carrying."

"Oh, okay." Xue Mo nodded and raised his hand cooperatively.

"Thank you for your cooperation, I'm sorry." Old Liu greeted and conducted a detailed body search on Xue Mo.

"You didn't bring anything with you today?" Old Liu frowned: "You didn't bring your house keys with you?"

Xue Mo's body was too clean, abnormally clean.

Who would a normal adult go out without bringing anything? At least bring a house key, right? How else would you get home?

"Key?" Xue Mo also touched his trouser pocket in surprise, and suddenly slapped his forehead: "Look at my memory, it's in the cabinet outside!"

"Outside?"

"Yes, the reception room." Xue Mo said and walked outside.

Old Liu followed Xue Mo to the reception room. He had just noticed that the nine-compartment cabinet was really too big, and each compartment was big enough for a person.

"Here it is." Xue Mo opened the cabinet in the upper left corner: "These are all my things. You can check them if necessary."

"Then I'm not welcome." Old Liu Zai carefully turned over the blood-ink stuff:

Keys, change, plastic bag, rag, pocket watch, ID card, bus card and several other cards.

There is nothing else.

"No problem." Old Liu put everything back into his pants pocket in the blood ink cabinet: "By the way, are there any other rooms here? This consultation room."

"Yes, there is a locker room." Xue Mo pointed to the back door: "Go out from here and turn right to the first and second rooms."

"Okay, I'll go take a look." Old Liu nodded: "Oh, by the way, please explain it to the owner of this place when he comes back. Thank you for your hard work."

"Okay." Xue Mo nodded.

After receiving Xuemo's reply, Old Liu stopped staying for a long time, opened the back door and walked to the dressing room.

…

"Boss, our stock of meat is almost running out. Do you think we should order a new one, or talk to your friend and get another batch of zombie meat?" A man asked standing in front of the fat chef.

The so-called zombie meat, of course, does not refer to real zombies, but describes meat that has been frozen for many years. Although this kind of meat is non-toxic and harmless, because it has been frozen for too long, the meat quality and taste are much worse, not to mention the nutritional value.

"Let's go buy some more," the fat chef pinched the cigarette in his hand: "In addition, the activity can be stopped after the batch of meat is sold out."

"Okay." The man nodded, thought for a while and asked again: "Boss, can your friend get some more meat? Our sales have skyrocketed during this period, and there are long queues every day before mealtime."

"It's not easy." The fat chef shook his head: "The customs inspection has been strict recently."

"Okay." The man nodded with some regret and went out.

Speaking of which, the quality of the batch of zombie meat provided by the boss's friend is really good. It is almost the same as fresh meat except that there is almost no mutton taste.

During this period, the commissions of these employees have also increased a lot.

"Bang bang bang!" The gentle knock on the window pulled the man back to the real world from his thoughts.

The waiter looked up and saw that it was an early customer knocking on the window of the dining entrance.

"Officer Wang? You're here so early?"

The waiter knew the man in front of him. He was a policeman from the police station next door. His name was Wang Zhenhua, and he often came to eat here.

"Well, I came here early to line up today." Wang Zhenhua nodded: "Are there any special lamb skewers today? A few of us brothers want to have some drinks tonight."

"Yes, you came at the right time. The event will end in two days at most."

"That's great, I'll order 100... No, 150 skewers! And prepare a few boxes of beer for me."