Who moved my novel?

"Master Dong?!" Rousi looked at the person in front of her in surprise: "Are you here to pick up the flowers you ordered before? Some are not ready yet."

She went to Dong Peng's studio before and signed a one-year long-term delivery contract with Dong Peng. Tomorrow is the first day.

"No," Dong Peng shook his head and handed over the flower pot in his hand: "My friend asked me to send it, and there is also a letter from you."

"Your friend?" Rousi took the flowers from Dong Peng in confusion: "I don't know when I met your friend."

She suspected that this was a trick of "making friends out of nothing".

"Maybe it's just a coincidence. He can't drive, so he asked me to send it." Dong Peng shrugged.

"Oh, okay." Seeing Dong Peng's sincerity, Rousi took the flower pot: "Can I open it now?"

"Of course, you can do whatever you want... Wait, forget it, let's wait until I leave." Dong Peng suddenly regretted halfway through.

Suppose if, by some chance, this is really a love letter...

Dong Peng has already imagined a 36-episode drama in which Rousi rejects Xuemo's love confession, runs errands to report the news, and Xuemo cries to him in sorrow!

"Hmm?" Rousi was even more curious when she saw Dong Peng's complicated expression.

"Anyway, I'll leave first." Dong Peng decided to leave first: "If you have anything, you can go directly to Chengbei District to find him. I'll give you the address when you pass by my studio."

"Hmm?" Rousi frowned slightly as she watched Dong Peng retreating quickly.

"What on earth is this?" Rousi carefully placed the flower pot on the table and untied the black plastic bag on it.

"This is it!"

Rousi looked at the blood-red flower, and a flash of panic appeared on her face.

"How could someone send Lycoris radiata..." Rousi narrowed her eyes and looked around cautiously.

Fortunately, no one else was found.

Rousi breathed a sigh of relief and put her sights back on the flower pot.

"No one would really give this as a gift, would they?" Rousi muttered, and suddenly found something wrong: "Wait, this flower pot, why does it look so familiar!"

"This is..." Rousi reached out and gently fiddled with the petals of one of the flowers.

The base of the blood-red petals actually revealed some irregular white marks.

"Sure enough! This is the Mandragora that I gave to Dao Mo!"

Rousi thought of this and quickly looked through the spray gun. Sure enough, it was custom-made in her store, and there was a rose printed on the bottom of the pot.

"Who dyed my Mandragora red!" Rousi's face was cold: "Oh, there's a letter."

Tearing open the envelope heavily, Rousi pulled out a piece of snow-white A4 paper from it, with a sentence written in red ink on it.

# Should the Mandragora that was dyed red be called Mandragora or Lycoris?

"Could it be Dao Mo? No, not Dao Mo, it's the person in the cemetery!" Rousi quickly guessed the source of this flower.

"Could it be..." Rousi's face was heavy, as if she was thinking about something: "It's impossible, how could he know, and if he knew..."

"No, guessing can't solve the problem, maybe I have to go see him."

...

Winter nights are always accompanied by tranquility.

Especially when it's not peaceful.

"Xue Mo, are you home?" Zhao Feng's banging on the door broke the tranquility in Xue Mo's room.

"Yes." Xue Mo walked to the door weakly and opened the door: "What's wrong? Zhao Feng."

"Huh." Zhao Feng was relieved to see Xue Mo: "I'm glad you're okay."

"What's wrong?" Xue Mo invited Zhao Feng into the house: "Come on, come in, it's too cold outside, sneeze!"

"You caught a cold?" Zhao Feng was a little surprised: "Didn't you catch a cold before?"

"Just a little cold." Xue Mo said as he shivered and poured a cup of hot water, and took out a cup, ready to pour a cup for Zhao Feng.

"I'll do it myself." Zhao Feng looked at Xue Mo's trembling movements and quickly took the kettle.

"Sorry." Xue Mo handed the kettle to Zhao Feng and put his hands back into his sleeves: "By the way, what... ah-choo... what do you want to talk to me about?"

"Your brother Pei is dead." Zhao Feng said while watching Xue Mo's reaction.

"Knock, ah-choo! What a joke." Xue Mo picked up the water cup nonchalantly, blew the hot air, and drank two sips with "slurp slurp": "We were drinking together the night before last, oh no, I was drinking together in the early morning, how come he is gone."

"I just drank with you and froze to death on the way back."

"On the way back?" Xue Mo blinked: "Frozen to death?"

"Yeah." Zhao Feng nodded seriously.

"Zhao Feng, I know you don't like brother Pei, but don't make such jokes."

"It's true, Xue Mo."

"Really?"

"Really."

"..." Xue Mo was silent for a while and slowly put down the cup in his hand.

"It's better to die."

Just when Zhao Feng thought Xue Mo was sad, Xue Mo actually smiled.

"Death won't be so painful, it's a good thing." Xue Mo smiled and picked up the cup again, drank the water in the cup, and then stood up: "Zhao Feng, sit down for a while, I'll go code today's update."

"Update?" Zhao Feng didn't know why Xue Mo said this at this time.

"Wait for me for a while, I'll update one chapter." Xue Mo turned his back to Zhao Feng and stretched out a finger.

…

"Is this here?" A man in police uniform asked the people around him.

"It should be true, people who have heard it say so." Another policeman nodded.

"How many things have happened to this kid?"

"Not a normal person anyway."

"Forget it, ignore him, just go through the motions anyway, let's go in."

"Knock knock knock!"

Two policemen knocked on Xue Mo's door.

"Who are you looking for?" Zhao Feng opened the door, held the door frame with one hand and looked at the two policemen outside and asked.

"Blood ink, right? We are going to ask you a few questions, please cooperate with us."

A criminal police officer glanced at Zhao Feng. He was in his twenties, male, that's right.

He nodded and took out his notebook.

"I'm not."

"There is a murder happening now, you'd better be honest." The detective threatened.

"I'm really not." Zhao Feng frowned slightly.

Is this the quality of the criminal police here?

"Do you want to finish your answer here quickly, or do you want to go back to the police station with us?" Seeing that the intimidation failed, the detective started to threaten Zhao Feng again.

"I'll call him for you." Zhao Feng would not make trouble in a meaningless place. Although he felt unhappy, he restrained the urge to scold the other party.

"Are you still playing tricks?!"

The detective cursed loudly and stretched out his hand to grab Zhao Feng's collar.