Who moved my novel?

"Brother." A little girl of six or seven years old, wearing a white dress, sat on the windowsill, shaking her lotus-like calves and tender feet.

"Huh?" Xue Mo woke up from his dream and looked at the windowsill.

"Impossible, how could you be here?" Xue Mo sat up suddenly: "How did you know I live here?"

"Hehehe." The little Lolita fiddled with her hair with one hand and showed a naughty smile: "Brother can see the future in his dream, can't I see my brother in my dream? Brother, did you go to visit another brother?"

"I..." Xue Mo hesitated, not knowing whether to say yes or no, and hesitated for a long time before saying: "What is your purpose in coming to me?"

"I'm here to find you to go home, brother, don't you miss me?" The little Lolita opened her mouth: "My parents and I miss you very much."

"No, no!" Xue Mo waved his arms anxiously: "I have no home! No!"

...

While waving his arms, everything in front of him was crumpled into a ball.

The window, the wind chime, and the little Lolita were all scattered by Xue Mo's arms.

"Cough cough cough!" Xue Mo sat up and couldn't help coughing a few times.

"How could I dream about her?" Xue Mo looked at the half-closed window that was swaying in the wind, and hurried over to close the window.

The light lasted not too long last night. Later, Xue Mo and Zhao Feng went back to their rooms to sleep, but Xue Mo was careless for a moment and didn't dodge... to the window to close it.

"Cough cough cough!" Xue Mo couldn't help coughing twice again, obviously catching a cold.

"Meow~ (Xue Mo~)" Maomao poked his head out of the quilt: "Meow? (Are you okay?)"

"It's okay, it's okay." Xue Mo rubbed Maomao's little head: "It's just a little cold, drink more hot water and it will be fine."

"Meow? Meow..." Maomao retracted his head and ignored this guy who was so straight to him.

"Cough cough cough!" Xue Mo wanted to say something, but was choked back by the cough.

He quickly picked up the kettle and boiled a pot of water.

"Ah~ I'm alive." Xue Mo, who drank a mouthful of 63-degree warm water, instantly felt a warm current flowing from his stomach to his whole body.

"But speaking of it... my sister..." Xue Mo looked out the window silently: "If I can dream about the plot in my dream, can she also see something unusual in her dream? After all... we have the same blood."

"Tick, tick, tick." The sound of the pocket watch was particularly obvious in the silent room.

Xue Mo glanced at the pocket watch. It was already past eleven o'clock.

"Hehe, what am I thinking about? How can my sister have special abilities? This is a world without extraordinary abilities." Xue Mo shook his head and picked up the phone.

...

"Hello, hello." Dong Peng answered the phone

"Hello, this is Xue Mo." Xue Mo's voice sounded from the other side of the phone.

"Oh, Xue Mo, what's the matter?" Dong Peng glanced at the door of the consultation room, turned and went out through the back door, and walked towards the corridor.

"Are you alone?" Xue Mo's tone was a little strange.

"Yes." Dong Peng nodded, and suddenly thought of something: "You are..."

"Shh!" Xue Mo interrupted him: "How are the previous arrangements?"

"It has been arranged, and no one has been discovered yet." Dong Peng said while keeping an eye on the surroundings.

"Great." Xue Mo nodded: "I have already asked about the things you asked me to ask before, you can come to get the results this afternoon. By the way, I am going to introduce a friend to you."

"Okay." Dong Peng nodded.

...

"Captain Wang, you are not very kind." Zhao Feng put his legs on the storage box in front of the co-pilot and said to Captain Wang who was driving.

"Why am I not kind?" Captain Wang raised his eyebrows: "I didn't say I wouldn't tell him."

"But..." Zhao Feng deliberately put on an embarrassed look: "Obviously, this matter was arranged by Dong Peng, and now he is left aside. This is not appropriate anyway, right?"

"You are the same? The place you chose to meet is not in Dong Peng's studio." Captain Wang retorted.

"That's because..." Zhao Feng said halfway and stopped again.

You can't say: Captain Wang, Dong Peng has my bug, I heard everything you did!

Is this a top hat? This is not a top hat!

"So, it's all for the sake of solving the case, let's not say anything about each other." Seeing Zhao Feng was speechless, Captain Wang took the opportunity to end the topic: "You live here? Why do you look so familiar?"

"Of course, if I talk about my neighbors, you are more familiar with them." Zhao Feng plugged in his headphones and shook his head while listening to the song: "Not only familiar, but it may also scare you."

"Who?" Captain Wang asked in confusion.

"Xue Mo." Zhao Feng didn't keep it a secret.

"Xue Mo?!" Captain Wang was really surprised. Zhao Feng and Xue Mo were neighbors. It was too coincidental.

"Of course, and I have successfully become friends with him." Zhao Feng pointed to the front: "Turn right in front."

"Become friends?" Captain Wang reacted and looked at the people around him with some surprise.

In Captain Wang's mind, Zhao Feng was a second-generation person who was uneducated and idle, and the so-called investigation was just a joke.

But now it seems that Zhao Feng is not as simple as he imagined.

…

"Captain Wang's car?" Xiao Sun, who was standing in the corridor and looking out the window bored, suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"Why is Captain Wang here? Looking for Xue Mo?" Xiao Sun subconsciously wanted to put on his clothes and go out to find Captain Wang.

"But Captain Wang...is it credible?" The next moment, he hesitated again.

At that venue, he saw so many familiar people that he couldn't trust anyone now.

"Team King..."

"Team King..."

Xiao Sun's brain was spinning rapidly.

Everything Team Wang did and did for the past six months, every word and action, all went through Xiao Sun's mind like a revolving lantern.

"You should, you can believe it."

Xiao Sun gritted his teeth, made up his mind, put on a painter's shirt and prepared to go downstairs.

But at this time.

"Why is Lao Liu here?"

Xiao Sun stopped moving his hands and saw Lao Liu at the other end of the street.

"No, we can't go out rashly."

Xiao Sun quickly hid a little to the side and looked out the window as much as possible without being invisible to people outside the window.

Lao Liu's usual style is very strange, and he is really not sure whether Lao Liu is a good person or not.

"Brother Sun, why are you..." The painter suddenly appeared in the corridor.

"Shh!" Xiao Sun quickly stopped the painter from speaking.

"What? Ah!"

The painter suddenly held his head in his hands, fell to his knees in pain, and uttered a strange murmur.