Who moved my novel?

"Sorry, everyone, I may have to stop updating again."

"Everyone has been waiting for so long before, and we have to wait this time. Xue Mo feels really guilty."

"In the past few months, I am really grateful to all of you for your support and love for Xuemo."

"Silver and golden tickets, collected and recommended, loved by everyone, blood and ink are sincere and frightening."

"Xuemo originally wanted to maintain the update and live up to the trust of the elders."

"But it's really helpless. Something happened recently..."

"In order not to keep everyone waiting, Xuemo decided to cut the book."

"If we are destined, let's meet again in Tadu..."

Xue Mo closed the computer and gently stroked the cat in his arms.

"well."

The gentle sigh contained too much helplessness.

This is the most uncomfortable single chapter that Xue Mo has ever written.

Rubbing his red eyes, Xue Mo picked up the phone.

"Hey, Team King."

"Hey, Xue Mo, have you settled your matter?"

"Um."

"Then go downstairs. The person to pick you up is already downstairs."

…

"What? Bloody ink cut the book?"

Unbeknownst to Xue Mo, the comments section had already exploded.

"What's going on? Didn't the update just resume?"

"Have you been caught in [horror] [horror] again?"

"It's possible... Xue Mo is also a bit miserable..."

"But why [Question] [Question], hasn't Xuemo stopped writing about murder recently?"

"Maybe it's because the immortal dances [dog head]."

"What? Doesn't Xuemo don't mess around?"

"What? Doesn't Xue Mo dislike women?"

"What? Doesn't Xue Mo dislike people?"

"What? Doesn't Xue Mo pet his cat every day?"

"What? Xue Mo was arrested by the Animal Protection Association?"

Just when the building became more and more crooked.

The elder stood up.

With just one sentence, he calmed the entire audience.

"Xue Mo, if you dare to cut the book, I will cut you!"

…

"A sneeze! A sneeze!"

Xue Mo, who was sitting in the passenger seat, sneezed.

"Have you caught a cold?"

The detective sitting in the driver's seat took out a pack of tissues and handed them to Xue Mo.

"Thank you, I don't have a cold, maybe a little cold."

Xue Mo casually took the tissue.

Xue Mo was not at all restrained in front of this person.

After all, we have "encountered" him more than a dozen times.

"Officer Shu, can you tell me what happened this time?"

"Guess."

Shu Mao opened the door and looked at Xue Mo with his peripheral vision.

"Uh, it can't be... theft..."

Xue Mo said with some embarrassment.

"Well, let's be more specific."

Shu Mao turned down the volume of the car stereo.

"Uh, burglary?"

"Smart, please give me more details."

"have no idea."

Xue Mo quickly shook his head.

"How could you not know?"

Shu Mao clicked on his phone a few times.

"You may have heard of the Locked Room."

An emotionless mechanical sound came from the car stereo.

"But have you ever heard of locked room burglary?"

"Yes, you heard it right."

"It was in that small room with no windows and only a five centimeter diameter vent."

"Those tens of millions in cash have disappeared."

…

"You wrote it yourself, how could you not know?"

Shu Mao looked at Xue Mo and said.

"No..."

Xue Mo sighed helplessly.

"Why did this person just catch me and not let me go? There are so many suspense bosses, why can't he be replaced by someone else?"

"Maybe he's a big fan of yours."

Shu Mao shrugged.

"Welcome back, Special Advisor."

"But, I don't know how the money was lost!"

"have no idea?"

Shu Mao raised his eyebrows, obviously not believing it.

"Really, I don't know."

Xue Mo was about to cry.

"I've just started writing, and I haven't written down the writing techniques yet."

"You don't want to do any tricks before writing the article?"

Shu Mao asked with a frown.

"In no mood……"

Xue Mo nodded seriously.

"you……"

Shu Mao pointed at Xue Mo, as if he wanted to say something, but after thinking about it he put his hand down.

"You go and explain to Captain Wang, this is not my business anyway."

…

"Comrade police!"

"You must make the decision for me!"

The woman cried heartbrokenly in the police station.

"You get up first, and speak slowly when you get up."

The detective who was caught by her used a lot of force to pull her up from the ground.

"Comrade police, you must help me get the money back. It is my company's money."

"If I can't get this back, I won't be able to pay it back in my lifetime."

The woman cried miserably and spoke even more miserably.

"My husband passed away early, and I was the only one at home. Not only did I have to take care of the children, I also had to take care of the elderly on both sides."

"Comrade police, only you can help me!"

"What's going on?"

Xue Mo asked quietly when passing by the woman.

"Shhh."

Shu Mao gestured to him, indicating that he should go forward first.

"Please come in."

After a while, I arrived at Shu Mao's office.

"Sit anywhere."

Shu Mao pointed to the sofa beside him and sat at his desk.

"Okay, thank you."

Xue Mo looked at the other detectives around him, carefully sat on the chair, and roughly measured it.

Well, he sat on one-third of his buttocks, very standard.

"The one just now is the owner."

Shu Mao took a sip of tea, moistened his throat and said.

"She is an accountant and cashier of a small company."

"It is said that her boss asked her to take out all the money on the company's books and put it in her house some time ago."

"But her boss has not come back to get it until now."

"Just yesterday, when she was cleaning the house, she heard a room full of money in the storage room."

"She originally wanted to check whether the storage room was damp, but she was stunned as soon as she entered."

"The more than 30 million in cash was not left at all, all disappeared!"

...

In a basement, a man was taking notes.

The black ink fell, and lines of neat words recorded every clue and foreshadowing in Xue Mo's novel.

After the man finished writing, he gently closed the cap of the pen and took off his gloves.

"Huh, fortunately, there aren't many foreshadowings in this chapter."

After saying that, he put on a coat, walked out of the basement, and walked along the narrow stairs, turning left and right, and finally arrived at the gate.

"Hello, where are you going?"

Seeing the man waving, a taxi stopped in front of him.

"Wait a moment." The man sat in the back seat, took off his black hat and put it aside.

"Xicheng District, this address."

The man took out a piece of paper, read the address on it, and handed the paper to the driver.

"Okay, sit down and fasten your seat belt."

The driver looked at the address and started the car.

He seemed to be in a good mood, probably because it was quite a long way from the destination and he could earn a good income.