Who moved my novel?

"I'm sorry, editor! I'm so sorry! This book... I really can't write anymore!"

"Yes, yes, the police are at my house now! I'm very panicked now!"

Xue Mo put down the phone. Of course he didn't want to give up, he really didn't want to.

Just like what Chengfeng said, after finally achieving some results, giving up like this is tantamount to ruining your future.

But what to do? Keep writing? If you continue writing, you will really get into trouble.

"It took you so long to go to the toilet?" the two policemen sitting in the living room said impatiently: "Take out the other mobile phone?"

"Sorry, comrade police, you have to tell the editor about this kind of thing." Xue Mo nodded and took out another mobile phone.

"Xiao Li, look through it." The older policeman took the phone and handed it to the young policeman beside him.

"Password." Xiao Li took the phone and asked stiffly.

"8238." Xue Mo said the phone's lock screen password without hesitation.

"What's the special meaning?" Xiao Li asked while looking at his phone.

"A website where I write novels."

"8238, Tower Reading?" Xiao Li tried it using the input method.

"Yes." Xue Mo nodded and replied with some pride. Although this is not a big website, it is indeed a website with a good atmosphere, and the quality of the novels is also good.

"Let me see, the blood of all living beings grinds the ink. What's your pen name?" Xiao Li frowned.

"Yes, officer." Xue Mo nodded. He has used this name since he entered the station and has never changed it.

"That name doesn't sound like a good person." Xiao Li curled his lips and continued to ask, "Which book did the accident happen to?"

"This is it, "Who Touched My Novel"." Xue Mo pointed at the latest book.

"Ahem, let me take a look at this. You go check the chat history." The older police officer coughed slightly, and then whispered to Xiao Li while Xue Mo was not paying attention: "Don't have this attitude. We are the masses, not criminal."

"It's hard to say." Xiao Li whispered back disdainfully, but he didn't dare to offend his boss and went to look through the chat history honestly.

"Ahem, I'm sorry." The older policeman squinted his eyes and smiled at Xuemo and said, "Young man, you don't understand the rules. Don't take it to heart, young man. Oh, by the way, let me introduce myself. The surname is Wang.”

"Officer Wang, it's okay, it's okay." Xue Mo waved his hands repeatedly: "I'm cooperating with your investigation. It's what you should do. Besides, this matter is indeed a bit too coincidental. I doubt myself now."

"Young people are quite humorous." Wang Zhenhua smiled kindly, and then began to read the "Who Touched My Novel".

"Haha." Xue Mo laughed bitterly, feeling helpless. To be honest, his lack of confidence was really not just a random thought. Others didn't know it, but Xue Mo himself knew that all the plots in his novels were not his own thoughts. , but it comes from dreams every day when sleeping.

"This is..." Wang Zhenhua was quite relaxed at first. Reading novels was no different from working at work. However, the more he read, the more frightened he became, and the more he looked, the tighter his grip became. In the end, he simply took out a document bag and Take out the files inside one by one and compare them one by one.

As he looked at it, his brows furrowed more and more tightly.

"When did you write this chapter?" Wang Zhenhua asked eagerly, pointing to the eighth to last chapter.

"Let me take a look." Xue Mo looked at the chapter title and said with certainty: "The day before yesterday, this is the last chapter of the day before yesterday. It was posted at 10:30 in the evening."

"The day before yesterday, the day before yesterday." Wang Zhenhua quickly flipped forward a few pages of the file in his hand with his left hand, pointed to a date on it, and said to Xiao Li solemnly: "The time of the day, the early morning of the day before yesterday, 3:14 Twenty-seven seconds, the exact time was captured by the monitor.”

"It only took less than five hours from the update to the execution?!" Xiao Li exclaimed: "The distance between these two places can only be reached by car, unless he has already locked the target of execution."

"Ahem," Wang Zhenhua quickly interrupted Xiao Li: "Why did you make this mistake again? How many times have I told you, this is a member of the public who is cooperating with our investigation, not a criminal! The criminal may have been lurking nearby for a long time, just Wait for this...Xue Mo, wait for Xue Mo to update, and then imitate the tactics and escape plan."

Speaking of which, this person's name is quite strange, Xuemo. It doesn't look like a normal name, but it is still registered like this in the household registration book!

"Sorry, sorry." Xiao Li also realized that he really went too far this time, and quickly apologized and returned the phone to Xue Mo: "There is a guy named Chengfeng Dada who is looking for you on QQ. "

"Is there anything unusual?" Wang Zhenhua asked as usual.

"No, he just sent a message to the editor, saying that he could no longer update. I checked using technical means and the chat history was not deleted."

"Other aspects."

"Ahem, except for some movies that are not legal, it's all fine."

"Yeah." Wang Zhenhua nodded, not paying too much attention to it. It's a small movie that single men have rarely seen. Too strict control will not be beautiful.

"Let's continue talking about these chapters." Wang Zhenhua brought the topic back to the novel: "I took a quick look and found that the next seven chapters are written as a story, right?"

"Yes, Officer Wang, this story just ended today, it was posted at 12 noon." Xue Mo recalled, and then added: "To be precise, it was 12:35. I was due to takeaway. I even had some arguments with the delivery guy when I was late.”

"The place of death in the article was in the bathroom of a supermarket in Xicheng District. The time was 2:16 in the afternoon. The deceased was a woman and the cause of death was mechanical asphyxia." Xiao Li specializes in data processing and quickly extracted seven Chapter content.

"What time is it now?" Wang Zhenhua asked nervously.

"Three seventeen." Xue Mo raised his head and glanced at the wall clock in the living room. He didn't expect that this wall clock with the same decoration would be useful.

"Call back to the office... No, call the bureau directly and ask if there are any cases in Xicheng District!" Wang Zhenhua said to Xiao Li in a hurried tone.

"Okay, Brother Wang." Xiao Li knew the matter was urgent and dialed the phone immediately.

"Well, yes, it's about two o'clock. Isn't there a bathroom in a large department store in Xicheng District? Phew, that's great. Thanks, Sister Chen. Okay, I'll bring you milk tea later."

Xiao Li exchanged a few words with "Sister Chen" on the other side of the phone before hanging up.

"Is everything okay?" Wang Zhenhua already knew the result, but he still felt uneasy unless Xiao Li said it himself.

"Yeah, it's okay." Xiao Li nodded: "Xicheng District has been quiet today. Sister Chen said that there is only one department store in Xicheng District, and it is overcrowded every day. It has nothing to do with the deserted place written in the novel."

"Huh." Wang Zhenhua breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed like everything was just a coincidence.

He then clicked Return and was about to return the phone to Xue Mo, but at this time, an interface attracted his attention.

"Draft box? Do you have any drafts saved?" Wang Zhenhua said jokingly. The incident did not happen, and he felt a lot more relaxed.

"No, today's three chapters are not finished yet." Xue Mo's face was hot: "I just posted one chapter. When you came here, you just started coding the second chapter, which is only 700 words."

"Do you mind if I take a look?" Wang Zhenhua opened the draft box curiously. To be honest, this was the first time for him to read an unpublished chapter of the novel in so many years. It felt a little strange.

"You don't mind, you don't mind. You can read whatever you want." Xue Mo said quickly: "I don't dare to continue writing. I may end it after finishing this story."

"Then I've read it." Wang Zhenhua casually clicked on the only chapter in the draft box. The next moment, a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

The first sentence at the beginning is:

"The body was discovered at 3:21 p.m."

[Author's digression]: Let me start by saying that this book is a thriller, a bit suspenseful, not supernatural, not supernormal, not supernormal, and has no special abilities. Dear readers, please eat according to your own preferences.

[Number of clues/foreshadowing in this chapter: 3]