Who moved my novel?

"Okay, I'm at the door." Mrs. Wang frowned slightly and looked around: "Tell me, what's the matter?"

"This is what I need you to do." The voice on the phone came from the headset.

"That's it?" Mrs. Wang was a little surprised.

He thought the other party would ask for some money or meet up, but he didn't expect that going out was the other party's request.

But why?

"You must be confused." The voice came again from the headset: "Let me explain a little bit. The reason why I want you to come out is not because I have any other purpose, but I am just worried that you will do something impulsive."

"Impulsive behavior?" Mrs. Wang shook her head slightly: "I think you are overthinking, I am still very rational."

"I hope so."

"Can you say it now?" Mrs. Wang was a little anxious. On the one hand, she wanted to refute the other party and prove that her husband, Wang Zhenhua, did not cheat. On the other hand, she was also worried that this matter would be true.

"Of course, ma'am." The man seemed to smile, and then slowly said: "Please take a look at your phone, there is a photo of Wang Zhenhua on it."

...

"Dong Peng, there is a call for you." The police on duty brought Dong Peng's phone to the door and pressed the hands-free button for him.

Dong Peng is now in a state of "supervision", but because he cannot be proved guilty or even have any relationship with the case, Director Wang still retains his freedom to make calls.

Or to be more precise, relatively free.

The phone cannot be touched, but the police on duty can do it for you.

"Okay, thank you." Dong Peng nodded to express his gratitude, and then looked at the phone. It was an unfamiliar number.

"Hello, Mr. Dong." The other party spoke first.

"Hello, who are you?" Dong Peng did not recognize the number and had never heard the other party's voice.

"I'm from the moving company." The other party said politely: "I saw that you ordered our moving service, and there are some details that need to be communicated with you."

"Moving company..." Dong Peng pondered for a moment and frowned slightly: "I did place the order, but I remember that I seemed to have noted the contact information?"

"Yes, yes." The other party seemed to have heard Dong Peng's displeasure and quickly explained: "You did note the contact number, and we have also contacted the other party, but it involves some small issues such as time and requires your confirmation. Sorry for bothering you."

"Okay, okay." Dong Peng said a little impatiently: "Hurry up."

It's not that Dong Peng is dissatisfied with the other party, but it's a bit useless to call in his current state.

"Okay, okay, it's like this, I want to ask you about the specific time and the vehicle you need." Seeing Dong Peng said this, the man also got straight to the point.

"Just follow what is written on the order." Dong Peng said directly.

"It's like this, sir. It's not cost-effective for you to order two small vans. I suggest you change to a medium van, so..."

"I said, just follow the original method!" Dong Peng emphasized and reiterated.

"Okay, okay, Mr. Dong."

"Hang up." Dong Peng's last sentence was to the policeman: "Sorry to bother you, help me charge the battery, thank you."

...

"This is meaningless." Xue Mo shook his head slightly and said to the microphone: "This matter still needs a plan, or at least you have to deal with it at the right time."

"..."The person on the phone seemed to say something.

"Of course, of course, I understand your mood now." Xue Mo nodded: "But the more this is the case, the more calm and rational you should be. What you want is a solution, not a vent, right?"

"..."The person on the phone seemed to be shouting something.

"Of course, of course, necessary venting is also necessary, but if venting will affect your final solution to the problem, I don't think you want to see it, right?" Xue Mo smiled slightly: "After all, you are a smart person, and you will definitely understand what I say."

"..."The tone of the person on the phone seemed to be a little better.

"So, I actually have an opportunity here, I think you can try it." Xue Mo thought about it, as if he was afraid that the other party would not believe it, and continued: "Anyway, you don't need to make much effort, just come once that day, I don't think this is a loss for you."

"..."The other side of the phone didn't speak for a long time, as if he was struggling.

"The decision is yours." Seeing the other party hesitate, Xue Mo stopped persuading, but waited for a while and hung up the phone.

"What did you write today?" Xue Mo thought while looking out the window. Across the street, in the room where the old man originally lived, that is, the room opposite Satan's house, a family was moving in.

"I wonder if they know that's the house where someone died." Xue Mo shook his head slightly and sighed: "Forget it, otherwise, let's write a supernatural story today. Speaking of which, it's been a long time since I wrote a supernatural story. I wonder if my writing skills have declined."

...

"Hmm?" Zhao Feng, who was reading Xue Mo's novel, frowned slightly.

"What's wrong?" Wang Ju, who was sitting next to Zhao Feng, immediately came up to ask when he saw Zhao Feng's reaction.

"Wang Ju, Xue Mo has updated." Zhao Feng paused before continuing: "But the content of his update this time is so strange."

"What content?" Wang Ju looked at Zhao Feng's phone in confusion, and asked while reading: "Isn't it the follow-up of the previous case?"

"No." Zhao Feng shook his head: "He wrote a supernatural story."

"Supernatural story?" Director Wang frowned when he heard it: "Why do I remember that there are no supernatural phenomena in the novels written by Xue Mo? Why is there supernatural?"

"I don't know." Zhao Feng shook his head: "Xue Mo's book has always been written under the framework of materialism. Maybe... maybe there is really nothing to write, so it's time to write supernatural? But it doesn't make sense. If it turns into supernatural at this time, can this book really be read?"