Who moved my novel?

"Hello, my name is Zhao Feng." Zhao Feng nodded to the woman, and pulled a chair and sat down: "Excuse me, is it convenient for us to come together?"

"Of course." The woman nodded, Zhao Feng sat down, she couldn't say no.

"Let me introduce you." Xue Mo was embarrassed, and he was naturally delighted to see someone coming to share the firepower: "This is my good brother, an author, and a great detective."

"So amazing!" The woman praised with a smile, which was not sincere, but also not ironic, it could only be said to be a very standard polite remark.

"Wow! Brother, you are a detective!" But Shishi's eyes sparkled with little stars: "Brother, have you ever caught a bad guy? Have you ever solved the result, that kind of... what is it called, the case of murder in a closed room!"

"No..." Zhao Feng's face darkened instantly when he mentioned this. He was now struggling to find the murderer of the "cup in the closed room" case.

"Then you must be very popular, big brother!" Shishi asked innocently.

After all, the great detectives in the animations are admired.

"I... I'm not that famous." Zhao Feng smiled awkwardly again and subconsciously moved his butt.

"Uh, Zhao Feng." Seeing that Zhao Feng couldn't stand it anymore and seemed to be leaving, Xue Mo quickly pulled him: "Zhao Feng, do you know? Cheng Feng has resigned."

"Ah?" Zhao Feng looked at Xue Mo in surprise: "What? Feng Da, resigned? I haven't written any articles recently, and I really didn't pay attention to it. What's going on?"

"I don't know either." Xue Mo shook his head and sighed: "Alas, I hope Cheng Feng will have smooth sailing in the future."

"Yeah." Zhao Feng nodded, not knowing what to say for a while.

"Master! Come on!" Just when everyone was silent, Tiantian suddenly shouted.

"Anyone else?" Xue Mo was slightly startled: Oh no, this month's living expenses are not guaranteed!

"This, so many people?" At the door, Satan was also stunned.

Today Tiantian only said to invite Xue Mo to eat together, but didn't say there were so many people!

"I... I'd better go back first." Satan swallowed his saliva: "Tiantian, I'll find Xuemo alone next time. I have something to do today, so I'll leave first."

"Hey! Pay attention to this, kid." Just as Satan turned around and was about to leave, he suddenly bumped into someone, who complained unhappily.

"Is that... Bai Xiaosheng?" Xuemo looked at the figure walking past and murmured in confusion: "Why is he here?"

"Come in! Master!" Tiantian relied on her "strong" muscles (actually Satan was too weak) to forcibly pull Satan into the room and moved a chair: "Master, please sit down."

"Ah, okay..." Satan looked at his toes awkwardly: "Big, hello everyone, I am, Sa, Satan."

"Big sister, Brother Yuan, Shishi, let me introduce you, this is the master who taught me to paint!" Tiantian introduced everyone.

"Hello." Seeing Satan's look, the woman took the initiative to extend her hand: "Hello young man, I heard from Tiantian that you are a great painter. If you have time, you can come to our company to design posters."

"Ah?" Satan was suddenly "accosted" and was immediately startled. He quickly stood up and stretched out his hand and shook the woman's hand: "Hello, auntie."

"Ah... Indeed, you should call me auntie at your age." The woman shook hands twice awkwardly, withdrew her hand, stopped talking about making posters, and casually pointed to the chair: "Sit down, don't be nervous."

"Okay." Satan sat down after hearing this and fell silent again.

"Brother." Looking at her brother and then at her master, Tiantian finally had to take on everything: "Brother, in fact, the master wants to draw your novel into comics."

"Draw comics?" Xue Mo was a little surprised: "But why? What I write is not worthy of your painting skills."

"Thank you." Satan whispered, so softly that Xue Mo couldn't hear what he said at all.

"What did you say?" Xue Mo asked with a confused blink.

"I said, thank you!" Satan said loudly, his face quickly turned red.

"Ah?" Xue Mo was even more confused: "What are you thanking me for?"

"Nothing..." Satan buried his head even lower and stopped talking completely.

"You guys...?" Xue Mo looked at Satan, then looked at Tiantian: "It's a little early, isn't it?"

"Pia!" Tiantian slapped Xue Mo's thigh: "Brother, what are you thinking about!"

"But..." Xue Mo hesitated for a moment, leaned over to Tiantian's ear and whispered: "Isn't it that? Then what is he thanking me for?"

"No!" Tiantian pushed Xue Mo away in a rage: "I don't know either, and he won't tell me if I ask him. If you want to know, ask him yourself! Stupid brother! Stupid master!"

...

"What?!" Wang Zhenhua, who received the alarm, was shocked and stood up immediately: "Are you serious?"

"I can't guarantee it completely. I just happened to see it when I passed by. How dare I go up and see it!" "Bai Xiaosheng" said deliberately pretending to be very shocked.

"Captain Liu, Captain Liu, there is a fight in the park, possibly with weapons. I repeat, there is a fight in the park, possibly with weapons!"

"Got it, organize people to go there now!" Captain Liu's voice came from the intercom: "I will notify the Municipal Bureau to dispatch personnel immediately!"

...

More than ten minutes later, Xue Mo looked at the police car passing by the door and frowned in confusion.

"That's not right. Where are they going at this time? Something happened again. It's impossible."

After pondering for a moment, Xue Mo couldn't figure out the reason and returned his attention to his mobile phone.

"Chengfengda Da, is it better to continue writing this book or cut it off?"

"Keep writing, I don't recommend cutting it now." Chengfeng's answer was still simple.

"Okay, thank you Chengfeng Da Da!" Xue Mo raised his head and looked out the window. In just two words, the police car had already turned back in a hurry.

"It seems something happened." Zhao Feng patted Xue Mo quietly and said, "I'll excuse you now."

"Yes." Xue Mo nodded. Zhao Feng always wanted to prove himself, and Xue Mo knew this.

"That's right." Zhao Feng stood up and was about to leave. Suddenly he remembered something and stopped going out.

"What's wrong?" Xue Mo looked at Zhao Feng doubtfully and asked.

"You... didn't write anything new, did you?" Zhao Feng looked at Xue Mo with suspicion.

"No..." Xue Mo shook his head helplessly: "It doesn't matter if you suspect someone is using the techniques I wrote, but you can't suspect that anything that happens has something to do with me..."

"That's not the case." Zhao Feng thought for a moment and didn't think of any other explanation: "Okay, I have this idea, but I promise, I don't suspect you are the murderer."