Who moved my novel?

"Team Yellow." The policeman said cautiously: "There is a man named Xue Mo outside who wants to come in and take a look at... this painting."

Because he didn't know whether to call the cat a red cat or a black cat, the policeman chose to avoid the topic when he spoke.

"Blood ink?" Captain Huang frowned slightly: "What is he here for?"

"He said he dreamed of a black cat that would bring us bad luck." The policeman directly repeated what Xue Mo said, so that whatever happened was Xue Mo's fault and had nothing to do with him.

"Black Cat..." Team Huang was stunned for a moment, and after a moment he frowned and said, "When I came out of our bureau, Xue Mo told me to be careful of Black Cat. Could it be that he... Do you really have that ability? "

"Captain Huang, maybe this is the case. I heard that there is a master named Dong Peng in our Chixin City who is very capable."

"Fart!" Captain Huang, who was fine at first, immediately turned his face when he heard what the policeman said: "You are so weird and so powerful! Do you understand! What a prophet, I think he is the murderer! Come on, follow me to arrest him stand up!"

After saying that, he walked downstairs first.

"Officer Huang." Xue Mo smiled and nodded when he saw Team Huang, and directly explained the purpose of his visit: "I want to see the portrait of the black cat that the officer mentioned just now. Is it convenient?"

"You can look at the paintings, but in the interrogation room." Team Huang waved his hand: "Come here, take them away!"

"Officer Huang, Team Huang, what do you mean?" Xue Mo frowned and looked at Team Huang: "I came here to help with good intentions, but you do this to me?"

"Good intentions?" Captain Huang sneered: "Haha, you think I don't know what kind of medicine you are selling in your gourd? There are obviously clues dropped at the scene!"

…

"Master, my husband is him!" A well-dressed middle-aged woman walked into Dong Peng's studio while wiping her tears: "Master, something happened to my husband!"

"What?!" Dong Peng slapped the table and stood up from his seat: "Something happened to Boss Zhu? Is it serious?"

"I...he..." The middle-aged woman burst into tears and hesitated for a long time before saying: "My husband was killed!"

"Killed?!" Dong Peng looked at the woman in surprise, and hurriedly took a few steps forward to help her sit down: "Come on, come on, sit down and tell me slowly, what is going on?"

"Master." The woman sobbed and sat on the chair opposite Dong Peng. She touched the chair in surprise: "What kind of material is this made of? Why does it feel so good to sit on it?"

"It's a new type of artificial material." Dong Peng raised his eyebrows: "It's comfortable and environmentally friendly. Of course, the price... is a little more expensive, at least before it can be produced."

"As expected of a master, he has a wide network of contacts. You can get this kind of things that have not appeared on the market." The woman sighed, and then seemed to remember the purpose of her visit today: "Back to the topic, master, my husband was raped by someone. Killed."

"Well..." Dong Peng pursed his lips tightly and said after a while: "You just said it, but what is the specific reason or process?"

"I don't know either!" The woman burst into tears again: "The police called me early this morning and said that my husband was killed in the cemetery!"

"Cemetery?" Dong Peng frowned: "That's not right. Didn't your husband go to buy goods? I told him to leave as soon as possible..."

"Yes!" The woman cried even more when she heard this: "Master, you are capable and can predict that something will happen to my husband, but...but that shameless man, he actually, actually, alas!"

"What's wrong with him?" Dong Peng frowned and looked at the woman, not knowing what she was talking about.

"He actually stayed one more night for a woman!" The woman looked as if she hated the iron.

"A woman..." Dong Peng frowned slightly and pondered for a while. He chose not to ask too much about such personal questions, but instead changed the topic to another aspect: "Although I don't know who the woman you are talking about is, even if If you leave one night late, you won’t die.”

As he said that, Dong Peng casually took out the divination tools from the drawer of the table, as if he wanted to do divination.

"Master, master." The woman quickly waved her hand: "No need to divination, his death is definitely his own fault and has nothing to do with other people!"

"No!" Dong Peng shook his head firmly: "He is my regular customer. Although he is gone now, I can't let him go."

"But..." the woman began to express her embarrassment: "But master, he used all the money at home to buy goods. I might..."

"It's okay." Dong Peng waved his hand: "You don't have to worry about this. I'm the one who asked for this hexagram. You don't need to pay."

"Then...okay." The woman nodded, her face still a little embarrassed.

"Wait a moment." Dong Peng said to the woman, and then began to operate on the table.

"Impossible, this is impossible!" A few minutes later, Dong Peng frowned and looked at the woman: "The results I calculated show that Boss Zhu is not in danger of life at all, unless he takes someone with him, but this I have emphasized this point to him, and he should not make this mistake..."

"It's definitely that cousin!" The woman exploded when she heard this: "Who else can he take? He must be taking that vixen! This heartless thing! I serve him well at home and he treats me like a bird. Not a bird, but devoted to the woman outside! "

"Don't be so excited." Dong Peng said with both hands: "I am also very sad about the death of Boss Zhu, but it is too early to draw a conclusion now."