Who moved my novel?

"Old man, we are asking where your grandson is." The two criminal police chiefs breathed a sigh of relief.

I was really scared and sweated coldly just now, but when I looked back, it was just a photo...

"This is the real person." The muscles on the old lady's face twitched, and she slowly stood up and walked towards the photo.

She reached out and gently stroked the cheek of the teenager in the photo, and a tear flowed from the corner of her eye.

"You probably don't recognize me, but when I sat down just now, I looked at your profile and remembered who you are. Is your captain Wang still here? Or has he been promoted?"

"Still." A policeman frowned slightly, and couldn't remember who the person in front of him was.

"Don't think about it. You see too many people every day. It's normal to forget. I don't blame you."

The old lady waved her hand and sat back.

"Three and a half years ago, it was you who accompanied me to claim the body of my grandson." The old lady pointed to the policeman on the left and said.

"Three and a half years ago?" The policeman thought about it carefully, and then showed a look of sudden realization: "Oh, I remember it!"

"It's the hit-and-run case."

He said, lowering his head in shame: "It's a pity that the driver has not been found yet."

"Don't worry, take your time." The old lady patted his hand: "It's not easy for you, I won't rush you, I just want to give my grandson an explanation."

After that, the old lady sighed: "Oh, I hope I can know the result before I go to find him."

"Don't worry, we will definitely do our best." The policeman saluted the old lady with a serious face.

"No need to be like this." The old lady gently held his hand: "I believe you, I'm not afraid that you are not fast enough, I'm afraid of my health... Oh, let's not talk about this, what case are you investigating?"

"We want to know if anyone has recently observed the opposite side through the window here." The policeman did not say the specific case, but just talked about the clues he was looking for.

"I'll ask the neighbor next door for you." The old lady thought for a while and said, "His family is usually at home and basically never goes out. If someone comes up, they should know."

"Is there anyone at his house?" The two policemen looked at each other. They knocked on the door for a long time just now, but there was no response from inside.

"Yes," the old lady stood up, "There is always someone at his house, but you can't knock it open, only I can."

"Then I'll trouble you."

"No trouble, I'm also a family member of the victim, I can understand that feeling, and being able to help you is helping a desperate family."

The old lady said, and walked out the door.

The two policemen hurried to follow.

"Dong Dong Dong!" Three soft knocks on the door sounded, and after a while, the sound of the door opening sounded from inside.

The two policemen were a little surprised. They knocked for a long time just now and there was no response at all. Now they opened the door without even asking?

I saw a young man with messy hair and sallow face opened the door.

"Grandma, what's wrong?" The young man seemed to be a little sleep deprived, and the heavy dark circles under his eyes were almost catching up with the panda.

He stuck his head out and saw the two policemen behind the old lady. Tong Kong shrank suddenly.

"Don't be nervous." A policeman stretched out his hand to hold the door that was about to close: "Ask you a few questions."

"What?" The young man said unhappily: "I don't know anything, don't ask me!"

"Young man, I'll just delay you for a minute." The old lady spoke before the two policemen spoke.

"Okay." The young man hesitated, sighed, and said reluctantly: "What do you want to ask?"

Although he said so, he had no intention of opening the door to let everyone in.

"Have you seen strange people going up to the fifth and a half floor recently?"

"No."

"Do you know who has a telescope nearby?"

"I don't know."

"Have there been any suspicious people nearby recently?"

"No."

"Please cooperate with our investigation seriously." A policeman frowned.

"Okay, okay, go back."

However, the old lady stopped the two policemen.

The two watched the young man close the door.

"We are not trying to embarrass him, it's just his attitude just now..."

"Don't worry, he is just like that." The old lady patted the arm of the policeman who was closer: "Let's go, let's go to my room to talk."

The two had no choice, the door was closed, and without any evidence, they could not embarrass the young man, so they had to follow the old lady back to the house.

"Don't look at the young man's bad attitude, but he never lies. He said he didn't see it, that means he really didn't see it." The old lady sat down and spoke directly to the point.

"But his attitude was so perfunctory."

"That's not perfunctory, he doesn't want to talk to the police." The old lady sighed.

"Why?"

"I often bring him food, and I've been to his house a few times." The old lady thought about the wording and continued, "There are ghosts and monsters painted everywhere in his house, and the paintings are very real. I was shocked when I went in the first time."

"Ghosts and monsters?" The two policemen frowned: "Does he have some...problems?"

"He just doesn't want others to think so." The old lady sighed again: "The previous policeman also said so, and took him to the hospital, so he has no good feelings towards the police."

"Actually, he is just a painter, engaged in literature and art. As an old man like me, I know that there must be something different from normal people. If he is the same, what is the point of talking about literature and art?"

"He's a painter?"

"That's right! He has a cabinet full of trophies in his house! Unfortunately, after his parents divorced, he never painted for others."

"So that's it."

The two police officers somewhat understood the behavior of some young people. After all, art works often use some surreal techniques to describe some things.

The exaggerations and distortions may indeed be interpreted as bizarre.

"You mentioned that the police looked for him before. Do you know what happened at that time?"

"I heard a little bit about it."

The old woman turned around and returned to the room. After a while, she took out a painting.

"The kid gave this to me, take a look."

"This is?"

The two policemen frowned slightly. The painting was indeed strange. It showed a woman hanging upside down in a blood-red space. Her hair was disheveled and her upper body was naked.

"It's really weird." One policeman commented.

"Um."

The old woman nodded.

"It is said that he witnessed a murder and was a little stimulated. This painting was painted after he was taken to see a doctor by the police. It is said to restore the scene at the time of the murder."

"When did it happen?" The two policemen looked carefully again.

"Yes, it's a pity that the murderer was not restored, only the final disposal of the body was restored."

"Yeah." The two policemen nodded.

"What are these two names?" Suddenly a policeman found two names in the lower right corner of the painting, one above and one below.

The upper one is two words, which looks like "Ning Xin", and the lower one is "Satan".

"That's his stage name below."

The old lady knows the young people very well.

"The name above seems to be the name of the doctor who treated him. It is said that he completed the painting under the guidance of the doctor."

"But he doesn't seem to like the doctor very much. He always calls him a devil. Alas, I didn't like doctors when I was young. It wasn't until I got older that I realized that it is absolutely impossible to live without a doctor."