Who moved my novel?

"Meow meow."

"Meow~"

Xue Mo took off his coat and put down the ink bottle in his hand.

"Meow~" Maomao poked his head out of the bedroom.

"Miao Miao, have you been good today?" Xue Mo walked over, knelt down and touched the cat's head.

"Meow~" Maomao meowed and rubbed Xuemo's palm.

"What are you going to have for dinner?" Xue Mo took out his cell phone while touching Maomao.

"Hmm..." Xue Mo was about to click on "Is it beautiful to take out?" when he suddenly remembered something, shook his head, and turned off his phone.

"Let's eat instant noodles."

After filling the electric kettle with water, Xue Mo opened new ink while the water was boiling.

"It smells pretty good." After a slight sniff of the ink, Xue Mo took out a new pen and tapped a little ink with the tip of the pen.

The bright red ink dropped the word "Ning" on the paper. Xue Mo thought for a while and added the word "安" in front.

"These two words are well written, why not hang them on the wall."

Xue Mo muttered to himself.

…

"Bang!"

"Hoo~~~"

The painter closed the door and let out a long sigh of relief.

I looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was already past eight o'clock.

"Finally back, Satan was almost defeated by these ordinary demons."

"Hiss!" The painter took a breath and quickly put the bag in his hand on the ground.

"Have you been carrying things for too long?"

The painter lowered his head and looked at his palm. The scabbed wound had cracked open again.

"Sorry, I haven't been able to draw for several days."

After saying that, the painter shook his head and walked towards the room.

The room was actually not small, with three bedrooms and two living rooms, but the walls, floor, and ceiling were covered with all kinds of ghosts and ghosts painted by painters, making it seem a bit crowded.

Only in a small corner of the bedroom, there was a small piece of white space, and an exquisite cabinet stood there.

There was a cabinet of certificates and medals slowly placed inside.

…

"Captain Wang, something happened again in Chengbei District." Xiao Sun's voice came over the phone.

"What's going on?" Captain Wang frowned.

"Brother Liu and I just passed by the Chengbei District Police Station and saw them surrounding the canteen of a company next to the police station. We heard that a murder had occurred."

"Another murder?" Captain Wang frowned: "Do you have any specific information?"

"According to people from the Chengbei District Police Station, a monk killed the owner of this canteen."

"Well," Captain Wang nodded: "I was not notified of this matter. It seems that it is not under our control. Did the bureau send someone over?"

"On the way."

"Okay, you first help the comrades from the Chengbei District Police Station to monitor the scene, and then come back when the people from the station arrive."

"Yes, Captain Wang." Xiao Sun hesitated for a moment, then slowly said: "Team Wang, Director Zhu will personally lead the team this time."

"Zhu Bureau?" Captain Wang frowned: "What is he going to do? So many people are too busy?"

"I'm not sure, but I heard that he took the initiative to lead the team."

"Hmm." Team Wang thought for a while: "You two, just act according to the situation. If you have any questions, talk to Lao Liu."

…

"Zhu Ju, the man was killed with a sharp weapon. One knife penetrated the abdomen directly. No murder weapon was found at the scene."

"Yes." Director Zhu waved his hand casually with a big belly: "Continue checking."

"Zhu Ju." Liu Suo walked towards Zhu Ju.

Hearing that Director Zhu was going into battle in person, he rushed to the scene as soon as possible to maintain order.

"You are..." Director Zhu looked at Liu Suo and couldn't remember who it was after thinking for a long time.

"I, Liu Changqing." Liu Suo didn't feel embarrassed at all: "Bureau Zhu, according to the police officer who witnessed the process, the monk came to borrow the bathroom. Boss Zhu took him to the bathroom and never came out again."

"So, that monk is very suspicious." Zhu Ju raised his fingers and said, "Bring the bald...monk here."

"Zhu Ju, the monk has left."

"Where are you going?"

"At that time, my people chased him out and saw the monk disappearing into thin air while walking."

"Oh?" Director Zhu touched Oh's chin, which was not beard, and said, "The ghosts and gods are making trouble. This matter is difficult to investigate."

"Zhu Ju..." Liu Suo wanted to say something else.

"Oh, there's nothing wrong with you. Just take your people back."

"Ah?" Liu Suo didn't expect Zhu Bureau to say such a thing. He was stunned for a moment before he realized: "Oh, okay, then I'll go back to wait for others. Zhu Bureau, you can call me anytime if you need anything."

"Go ahead, go ahead." Director Zhu waved his hand impatiently and walked towards the kitchen.

In the kitchen, a cook looked at Zhu Ju with trepidation.

"Has the kitchen been checked?" Director Zhu looked at the person behind him and asked.

"Not yet, Director Zhu, we'll go check it out right now."

"No, I'll do it myself." Director Zhu waved his hand to the man who was about to run over: "You go and do your work."

After saying that, Director Zhu closed the door and looked at the cook.

"Is your boss the one who died?" he asked while rummaging through the things on the table.

"Yeah." The cooks nodded with their necks curled up.

"Did he say anything before he died?"

"Ah?" The cook was stunned for a moment: "No, no, police officer, he was killed. I haven't seen him since he went upstairs."

"Yes." Zhu Ju nodded: "I haven't seen him before. I haven't seen him before. That means you didn't kill him."

While talking, Director Zhu opened the refrigerator next to him.

"What kind of meat is this?"

"Pork, beef, mutton, chicken..." The cooks counted them in detail.

"Why do you prepare so much meat?" Director Zhu picked up one of the packages and said, "What kind of meat is this? I think you have a lot of meat like this in your refrigerator."

"We recently held activities and used a lot of meat." The chef just glanced at the meat in Zhu Ju's hand and recognized it: "What you are holding is mutton. It was used for our recent activities."

"Hey! So much mutton?" Director Zhu threw the package of meat back, looked at the cooks and said, "Do you have an event with mutton, a bunch of them for one dollar? Isn't this meat not fresh?"

"No, absolutely not." The chefs shook their heads like dancing zombies: "We use good meat. If you don't believe me, look at the purchase list!"

"Good meat?" Director Zhu didn't even glance at the purchaser: "This meat has been frozen for a long time. Do you dare to eat it yourself?"

"In fact... I also ate it."

"Eat, eat, eat, you eat now!" Director Zhu pushed the meat towards the cook angrily.

"No, no, no, officer, I was wrong, I was wrong." The cooks quickly gave in and said, "We used stale meat. I heard that this meat has been frozen for several years, but this is not bad for people. You hold your hand high, hold your hand high.”

"I'm not the kind of person who is unforgiving." Zhu Ju waved his hand: "But this thing must not be sold again. You find a way to deal with it, and then let me watch and arrest you together!"