Who moved my novel?

"Heh, it's really an old-fashioned method, and there's nothing new about it." Dong Peng, wearing a black mask, put down the vase in the consultation room and complained silently in his heart.

"Ning Xin, my stress has been reduced a lot recently, but my sleep quality is still not very high. Is there any way to help me solve it?" Xue Mo, wearing a blue mask, asked Dong Peng who was rummaging through the boxes.

"Well, this is easy." Dong Peng temporarily gave up the search and sat opposite Xue Mo: "First..."

...

"It's quite professional." Zhao Feng closed his eyes, crossed his legs, drank the milk that had just been delivered, and listened to the playback of the content in the eavesdropping device.

The questions asked by Xiao Sun were ordinary, but the way Dong Peng used divination sounded interesting.

"Puff!" Suddenly, Zhao Feng sprayed out all the milk in his mouth: "Waiter!"

"Where's the waiter! Come here!"

"Sir, what's wrong with you?" The manager of the coffee shop looked at Zhao Feng and hurried over.

"Where's the waiter just now!" Zhao Feng yelled while looking around.

"Hello, I'm the manager on duty. If you have any questions, you can tell me directly. I will do my best to help you solve them." The female manager's tone was very sincere.

"Try it, try your milk!" Zhao Feng pointed at the milk on the table angrily.

"What's wrong with the milk?" The manager frowned and picked up the milk, but did not drink it directly, but smelled it carefully.

I couldn't smell anything from a distance, but when I got closer, a faint smell of urine emanated from the milk.

"I'm sorry, sir, I'm really sorry. It's probably because the milk was not stored properly that it went bad." It must be said that the female manager's reaction was also very quick: "How about this, sir, we will compensate you for your loss with a hundred times the price of this glass of milk, do you think it's okay?"

...

In the evening, near the Chengbei District Police Station.

"Come on, come on, everyone, let's go!"

As an old man in the police station, Wang Zhenhua is also responsible for leading the class. He has more than ten brothers under him, including auxiliary police.

Seeing that the Chinese New Year was approaching, Wang Zhenhua, who had a rare free time, took advantage of the day after work to gather people together, have a meal, drink some wine, and be regarded as a small team building.

"One person goes! One person goes! Thank you for your care this year, Brother Wang!"

"Yes, yes, one person goes! Brother Wang, let's continue to work hard next year!"

"Come on, Brother Wang!"

A group of people were drinking wine in a lively manner.

On the table, there were mutton skewers ordered by Wang Zhenhua in advance, as well as more than a dozen cold and hot dishes of various kinds of meat and vegetables.

"Brother Wang is still far-sighted. I didn't buy the mutton skewers from this store last time." Xiao Li said while chewing the mutton skewers.

"That's right, Brother Wang came to order it several hours in advance!" Another policeman echoed on the side.

"Brother Wang, I toast you." Xiao Li raised his glass: "I'm a newcomer, just graduated from school, and I don't do many things well. For the past six months, I have relied on Brother Wang to teach me step by step."

"You're welcome." Wang Zhenhua quickly raised his glass: "We are all brothers, why do you have to mention these things?"

"Brothers are brothers, and thanks are still due. I'll drink it, you can do whatever you want!" Xiao Li tilted his head and drank a glass of beer directly.

"Okay, okay, then I'll drink it too!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Everyone was drinking happily, and suddenly there were several metal collision sounds in the restaurant.

The sound was not particularly loud, nor harsh, but it was very penetrating.

"Hua La La!" Another series of fine metal collision sounds.

Everyone in the restaurant stopped what they were doing and turned their heads to look for the source of the sound.

"Amitabha!"

A monk in a patchwork robe stood at the door, holding a golden staff in his hand, and the golden rings on it collided, making a clanging sound.

"Master, you are here to beg for alms, right? Please come in, please come in."

The boss here, the fat chef, is kind-hearted. When he saw the monk, he immediately went to the house to welcome him.

"Amitabha, monks have their own precepts. I am just borrowing the toilet. I wonder if it is convenient for you, boss?"

"It is convenient, of course it is convenient." The fat chef happily led the monk inside, introducing as he walked: "We have special vegetarian cooking utensils and tableware, which are absolutely not mixed. Master, you can use them before leaving."

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

As the monk followed the fat boss upstairs, the clanging sound became fainter and fainter, until it could not be heard at all.

And the diners present also resumed the excitement just now.

After about twenty minutes.

"Ding!" The sound of heavy metal hitting the ground echoed in the hall of the restaurant.

A few drops of water fell from the stick.

"Amitabha!" The monk bowed to the people in the dining hall: "Dear donors, God is merciful, please do not kill!"

The monk's voice was very loud, and everyone's attention was almost focused on him, so almost everyone present heard it clearly.

"Master is right."

The whole place was silent for a while, and a person close to the monk put down the skewers in his hand with some embarrassment: "No killing without buying and selling, I will try not to eat in the future, try not to eat."

"Follow the master's teachings." A person next to him also echoed and put down the fast pieces in his hand.

Of course, some people give face and some don't.

"Fuck! Who are you!" A man in a suit, his face flushed from drinking, stood up: "Thousands of people have died, you bald donkey, you don't care, but you have stood up to kill a few beasts! "

"Yes, yes, we didn't eat protected animals! It's none of your business!"

"Dang!" The monk hit the ground again with the long staff in his hand.

"He who does not know is not guilty." He clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and bowed to everyone present.

After a while, he opened his eyes again: "Dear donors, this poor monk takes his leave."

After saying that, he walked out quickly

"It's harmful! It's disappointing!" An auxiliary police officer stood up: "Brother Wang, I'm going to the toilet, you drink first."

"What's wrong? Didn't you drink too much?" Wang Zhenhua looked at the man: "Can I give you some tea?"

"Drinking too much? That's impossible," the man pointed at himself with his thumb: "Captain Wang, if you don't brag about anything else, none of you are my opponent when it comes to drinking alone!"

"Okay, go ahead and be careful not to fall." Captain Wang looked at the swaying auxiliary policeman and smiled, without revealing it.

"ah!!!"

However, as soon as the man reached the stairs leading from the first floor to the second floor, he was bumped into by a plump woman and almost fell to the ground.

"Police, police!" When the woman saw him wearing a police uniform, she seemed to be grabbing a life-saving straw: "Help, help!"

"What's wrong!" The man was knocked awake and asked, "What happened?"

"Blood, blood, second floor, so much blood!"