Who moved my novel?

The brilliance of morning light is soft and elegant.

"Knock, knock, knock!" There was a knock on the door of Guo Qiangti's house.

"Who is it?" Guo Qiangti, who was taking a shower, quickly wiped off the water on his body, put on a bathrobe and opened the door.

"Hello, sir, Happy New Year." Outside the door, a man wearing takeout clothes and a mask politely wished Guo Qiangti a happy new year.

"Hello, Happy New Year." Guo Qiangti looked at the person in front of him with some doubts. This person looked familiar: "What can I do for you?"

"For your takeaway, please tell me the last number of your mobile phone." The man handed a large box in his hand to Guo Qiangti.

"Takeaway?" Guo Qiangti was slightly startled: "I didn't order takeout. Did you deliver the wrong one?"

"It's unmistakable, it's your takeout." The man said, and without any explanation, he put the takeout into Guo Qiangti's hand: "If it wasn't ordered by you, then it was ordered by your lover."

"My wife is going back to her parents' home..." Guo Qiangti was talking when he was suddenly startled: "You are Dong..."

"Sir, this is what your lover ordered for you. You see there are notes on it." Dong Peng interrupted Guo Qiangti: "I wish you a happy meal and a happy New Year."

"Thank you and Happy New Year." Guo Qiangti took the takeaway and once confirmed, the person in front of him was Dong Peng!

After closing the door in a hurry, Guo Qiangti opened the takeout box at the door without even taking the takeout into the house.

Dong Peng came to find him in this way at this time. It seemed that something was urgent, and it was very likely that Dong Peng had been followed.

Wait, why is Dong Peng being followed?

wrong!

"It's not Dong Peng who's being followed, it's me!" Guo Qiangti said to himself, moving his hands a little faster.

Sure enough, after unpacking and opening the lunch box, a fish-flavored shredded pork suddenly appeared.

"Uh, Master Dong still remembers my eating habits." Guo Qiangti was stunned for a moment, but then he put the fish-flavored shredded pork aside and continued to look for the message Dong Peng left for him.

However, after searching the entire takeout box, there was nothing but food.

"Impossible." Guo Qiangti frowned: "It can't be Master Dong's New Year's joke on me, right?"

Just when Guo Qiang was at a loss what to do, he suddenly remembered what Dong Peng said to him:

Your loved one wrote you a note.

Thinking of this, Guo Qiangti quickly grabbed the packaging bag thrown aside.

I saw the remarks column saying:

The New Year is over tomorrow. I have dinner at my parents' house. Remember to take my father-in-law's medicine at seven o'clock. If there is something in the garden tomorrow, I may have to go directly there. I'm not sure whether I will work overtime.

At first glance, there is nothing wrong with it, but upon closer inspection, who would write something so confusing, at least not his wife.

So, what this means is... there will be a meeting in the park tomorrow night at 7?

…

Taking advantage of the darkness before the sun was bright, Dong Peng quietly disappeared into the alley near Guo Qiangti's house.

What is needed next is an alibi.

"In order to usher in the light, please rest in peace at dawn."

…

"Xue Mo won't take a break during the Chinese New Year?"

"I'm so hardworking (poor), I don't even take a break during the New Year."

After the New Year, Xuemo’s message area finally regained some popularity.

"Huh? Isn't it over? Why is there another chapter?"

"That's the end of the first volume, just divided into volumes."

"By the way, is there anyone in the know who can tell me how many volumes there are in total?"

"Three volumes, Xue Mo said in the group, three volumes."

"Good guy, you're so miserable at reading but you still write so much?"

"..." Xue Mo looked at the conversation in the comment area and fell into deep thought.

Yes, if the pursuit is so miserable, why continue writing?

Just think of it as a bright future.

Xue Mo shook his head slightly and continued to tap the keyboard with his injured fingers.

#The murderer had already laid out a plan to kill him in the park, and was just waiting for the doctor to arrive.

#When dusk falls, the heroes walking under the moonlight will kill the real night and let the light survive.

#appleseeds everywhere write whose sorrow.

#While the blood is flowing, has the painter prepared his pen and ink?

…

"Captain Sun! Captain Sun!" A policeman hurriedly knocked on the door of Xiao Sun's office.

"What's wrong, Brother Li?" Xiao Sun raised his head and rubbed his eyes: "This is the first day of work after the new year. Don't tell me that I died."

Xiao Sun made a joke. Today is the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, the first official day of work. However, because most of the work has been completed before the year, in fact, everyone has been touching these days... ah no, it is to adjust the state. .

"It's not fatal." The policeman said with some embarrassment: "But it's almost the same."

"What's going on?" Xiao Sun frowned when he heard this: "Don't tell me that something happened on the first day of work?"

"Nothing has happened yet." The policeman took out his mobile phone: "But Xuemo wrote a novel, Murder."

"Murder?" Xiao Sun immediately became alert when he heard this: "When and where is it?"

Now for the detectives in Chixin City, Xue Mo's novels are like a curse, which heralds the coming of evil every time.

"The time is not written, the location is in Chengbei District Park." The policeman thought for a while and said.

"Let's go now." Without saying a word, Xiao Sun grabbed his clothes and walked out. As he walked, he took out his mobile phone: "Hey, Director Wang, Xue Mo has started writing a novel again. The location is in Chengbei District. Park, Killer Gum.”

"I'll go over now, will you come with me?"

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

…

Half an hour later, Wang Ju, dressed in red, hurried to Chengbei District Park.

"How is it, Xiao Sun? Have you found the body?" Wang Ju asked breathlessly.

"No, Wang Ju." Xiao Sun shook his head and kept glancing at Wang Ju's clothes.

"Ahem, this is the year of your birth year." Wang Ju felt a little embarrassed and quickly changed the subject: "I've looked for them all, are you sure?"

"No, Director Wang, I even searched the warehouse and the office of the on-duty staff, but couldn't find it anywhere."

"Huh..." Director Wang breathed out: "There is no best."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wang, for making your trip in vain." Xiao Sun said with some embarrassment.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about." Wang Ju shook his head: "It would be better if nothing happened."

"Huh? Who is that?" Wang Ju was about to say something else, but suddenly he saw a person coming from a distance: "That person looks a bit like Professor Guo."

"Professor Guo?" Xiao Sun looked in the direction of Wang Ju's eyes.

I saw a tall, thin man wearing a windbreaker walking cautiously in the park, glancing in their direction from time to time.

He seemed to have noticed Wang Ju and Xiao Sun looking at him, so he quickly looked away and hurriedly walked in another direction.