Who moved my novel?

"Then I'll go back first." Xue Mo casually patted his sleeves covered with dust and said to Director Wang: "I shouldn't be able to help with the rest, it's up to you."

"Okay." Director Wang nodded: "Then be careful on the road, I won't see you off."

"What do you think?" After confirming that Xue Mo had walked out of the corridor, Director Wang asked: "Xue Mo really knows too much, as if he really saw these things."

"I still think he hired a gunman." Er Feng frowned slightly: "In that case, his outline should have been given to the gunman a long time ago."

"If that's the case, who would be the murderer? Him himself?" Zhao Feng obviously did not support Er Feng's statement.

"Xue Mo should not have any chance to kill anyone." Director Wang shook his head: "At least not this time."

"Yes." Zhao Feng nodded: "Xue Mo is basically with us, how could he have time to kill people?"

"But I support Er Feng's opinion." Director Wang changed the subject: "I think this is the only possibility. Otherwise, how else can it be explained that Xue Mo and the murderer know the information of the case, but the readers don't know?"

"Well..." Zhao Feng lowered his head and pondered for a long time without speaking: "Indeed, even if Xue Mo remembered the content wrongly, the murderer would not know the method if no one else had read the outline."

"Yes." Er Feng shrugged: "So I said..."

"Wait!" Zhao Feng suddenly interrupted Er Feng halfway through her words: "I thought of it, there is another person! There is another person who knows what Xue Mo will write!"

"Someone else knows?!" Director Wang and Er Feng, as well as several police officers who were listening around, were all stunned.

"Yes." Zhao Feng nodded firmly: "There is a person who knows, and you will never find him even if you check the reader ID and the online login information!"

"There is such a person?" Director Wang looked at Zhao Feng in surprise.

The reason why the murderer was ruled out as a Xuemo reader before was that all the readers of Xuemo who could be found had no chance to commit the crime, but if there is a person who read the novel but can't find the ID, then we have to re-examine this issue!

"Yes." Zhao Feng nodded again: "That person is the editor of Xuemo."

"Yes!" Director Wang clapped his hands excitedly: "How could I forget this! Since Xuemo writes online articles, his editor should have read his outline, and can see Xuemo's updates earlier than others, and will not be noticed by others, because this is his job!"

"Yes." Seeing that Director Wang had completely understood, Zhao Feng nodded and said nothing more.

"But who is the editor of Xuemo? Should I go to the novel website to ask?" Director Wang frowned again after a brief excitement.

"It's Chengfeng." Zhao Feng shrugged: "That's also my editor, have you forgotten?"

...

"It looks like the plan is successful." Dong Peng nodded slightly, but he didn't stop the action in his hand and continued to grind the things in the vessel.

"Bang, bang, bang!" Dong Peng smashed it a few times and broke a slightly larger block of material.

"So..." Dong Peng raised his head and looked at a photo hanging on the table. He wanted to reach out to touch it, but halfway through, he found that his hands were all red paint, and he stopped again: "Alas, time is running out..."

"Knock, knock, knock!" The knock on the door suddenly sounded: "Hello, is Mr. Dong at home?"

"Hmm?" Dong Peng frowned slightly, wondering who would look for him at this time.

However, although he was confused, Dong Peng did not respond, and he had no intention of opening the door.

"Mr. Dong?" The voice outside the door sounded again, accompanied by a more violent knock on the door: "Mr. Dong Peng, are you at home?"

"..." Dong Peng once again focused his attention on the vessel in his hand and ignored the people outside the door.

"Hello, hello, is this Mr. Ning?" A voice came from outside the door again, but this time it was not addressed to the room, it seemed to be on the phone.

"I am a courier from Tongfeng Express. Do you remember that you sent a local express?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"I have arrived at the address you wrote, but no one in the house opened the door!"

"No, I knocked and called my name, and there was really no one."

"Then I don't know if he fell asleep by then, but anyway, I can't deliver it in now, and I can't pry the lock in, don't you think so!"

"Then what do you think of this express? Otherwise, I put it with the old man in the community?"

"At the door? Is it okay?"

"Oh, that's fine, but we can't be responsible if it's lost, let me tell you first."

"Okay, then I'll put it at the door."

"Okay, okay, thank you for your trouble, thank you for trusting Tongfeng Express, and look forward to serving you next time."

As the voice stopped, some slight friction and collision sounds came from the door again, but they stopped in just a few seconds.

After that, there was another round of hurried footsteps, and then the corridor completely returned to peace.

"It turned out to be a courier." Dong Peng sighed, seeming a little disappointed.

"But then again, it was sent by that guy? I wonder what it could be." Dong Peng frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, then smiled and shook his head: "Forget it, forget about him, let's finish the work at hand first."

Thinking so, Dong Peng no longer paid attention to the courier outside the door, but once again put his attention back on the things in his hands.

Dong Peng repeatedly grinds the bright red "pigment block" into powder, and then turns the powder into fine powder.

The bright red color looks like the sunset, like a rose, and of course, like the flames from hell, if Satan were to say so.