Who moved my novel?

"Phew." Wang Zhenhua looked up at the clock on the wall and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's three-twenty-two, I was shocked!"

After saying that, he threw the phone to Xue Mo, called Xiao Li and walked out.

"I'll see you two off." Xue Mo stood up quickly when he saw this. Although he was the one who was innocent of the punishment, he could only be polite when facing these public officials.

"Okay, okay, don't send it off. Is that lunch or dinner? You haven't finished it yet? It smells like instant noodles." When he walked to the door, Wang Zhenhua waved his hands and said, "Eat quickly, we'll make some noodles later." I can’t eat it when I’m bloated. Also, eat less of those non-nutritious things. You young people just don’t listen to me. “

"You're right." Xue Mo nodded and smiled, and said, "Who likes to eat instant noodles every day?" Isn’t it because of lack of money?

"Okay, I won't say any more. Just take care of yourself. I guess this accident is just a coincidence. Don't take it too seriously."

"Okay, you two, walk slowly." Xue Mo said, about to close the door.

Just at this moment, Xiao Li's phone rang.

"It's Sister Chen." Xiao Li looked at Wang Zhenhua with a nervous expression.

"Take it." Wang Zhenhua turned back and glanced at Xue Mo, who was so frightened that Xue Mo didn't dare to close the door.

"Where did you get the clue?" Sister Chen's words made Xiao Li and Wang Zhenhua's hair explode.

"Sister Chen, please slow down, what's going on?" Xiao Li asked the other side of the phone, not daring to move for fear of making some noise and missing a word.

"At 3:21, the Xicheng Police Station received a report that a woman was hanged in an unfinished building. What happened was that the original construction plan of the unfinished building was a shopping mall." Sister Chen's The voice sounded a little low.

"Three o'clock, twenty-one minutes." Xiao Li's eyes were full of horror. He swallowed and looked at Wang Zhenhua in front of him motionlessly, not daring to look back at Xue Mo.

"Has something happened again?" Xue Mo reluctantly showed an awkward smile: "It won't be the same as what was written in my novel, right?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Xuemo, I'm afraid you have to come with us." After all, Wang Zhenhua has more experience than Xiao Li, so he is quite calm in the face of this situation.

"Okay, okay." Xue Mo quickly raised his hands to indicate that he was not holding a weapon: "Can I go to the toilet?"

"Don't be so nervous." Wang Zhenhua waved his hand: "We are just conducting an investigation and do not suspect you to be the murderer."

"Yeah!" Xue Mo nodded vigorously: "Then I'll go to the toilet first."

"Go ahead, don't go so long."

Wang Zhenhua stared at Xue Mo and went to the toilet, then patted Xiao Li next to him: "Xiao Li, you are still too young. If he is really the murderer, your risk factor will skyrocket when you are afraid."

"I'm sorry, Brother Wang." Xiao Li took a deep breath: "This is too damn weird."

"Pay attention to civilized language." Wang Zhenhua also sighed. His little apprentice is good at everything, he is highly educated, active in thinking, and active in doing things, but he is a little less disciplined.

"Two police officers, I've been waiting for a long time." After about three or four minutes, Xue Mo walked out of the toilet in a daze. There were still water drops on his hands. It looked like he hadn't wiped his hands carefully after washing them.

"It's okay, let's go, let's talk in the car." Wang Zhenhua obviously didn't want to waste any more time here, so he and Xiao Li went downstairs with Xue Mo in tandem.

They said they were talking in the car, but in fact the three of them kept silent in the car.

The serious atmosphere made Xue Mo feel a little nervous. He wanted to touch the mobile phone in his pocket several times, but when he reached his pocket, he remembered that both mobile phones had been confiscated. He had to look out the window angrily.

Tenglong Hotel, Shunge KTV, Xinge Consulting... Which one is better to write your next post?

"Get off the car." Xiao Li called Xue Mo in a cold tone.

"Ahem, Xiao Li!" Wang Zhenhua coughed slightly, signaling Xiao Li to pay attention to his tone, and then Brick said to Xue Mo: "Mr. Xue Mo, we still need to borrow your mobile phone, I'm sorry."

Although he said he was sorry, there was no sign of apology on his face.

However, Xue Mo has nothing to be dissatisfied with. Being able to say sorry is already a sign of respect for him as a "suspect". After all, this matter is indeed strange.

Xue Mo nodded and tightened the collar of his coat. Hiss, it was really cold in the autumn wind.

…

In the interrogation room.

"Huh..." Xue Mo breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, at least he hadn't cuffed himself yet.

"Mr. Xue Mo," a middle-aged policeman with graying hair sat next to Wang Zhenhua and said, "Don't be nervous. We just want to ask you to come here to know some information about the case. Just answer truthfully." We won’t wrongly accuse good people, please don’t worry.”

"I will try my best to cooperate." Xue Mo clenched his hands on the table, his finger joints turned pale.

"You wrote this book, right?" The middle-aged policeman held up Xue Mo's mobile phone. He was far away and Xue Mo couldn't see the screen clearly, so he added: "This book "Who Touched My Novel" 》.

"Yes."

"My colleagues should have told you that some of the stories you wrote happened to coincide with several recent murders."

He bit those two words very hard, obviously thinking that this incident was related to blood ink.

"I heard that, but it's really not me." Xue Mo was a little excited: "I didn't kill anyone, no!"

"Calm down, calm down." The middle-aged policeman pressed his hands in the air: "Don't be nervous, we are just asking for clues."

"Okay, officer." Xue Mo took a deep breath and clasped his hands together. His arms trembled slightly because he clenched them too tightly.

"Where were you at noon today? Around twelve o'clock." The middle-aged policeman subconsciously looked at the watch when he mentioned the time. It was almost five o'clock.

"I was typing at home at noon." Xue Mo said truthfully.

"Can anyone prove it?"

"No, only my cat and I were at home. I am a homebody. I guess my neighbors may not know me." Xue Mo's voice became smaller and smaller as he spoke. He felt a little regretful in his heart. Why was he so homebody that he couldn't even find a witness.

"What about other evidence? Internet records or something."

"I have been typing on a single machine. If you can find my operation records, maybe you can."

"Mr. Xue Mo, I hope you can cooperate with us seriously in the investigation." The middle-aged policeman looked a little dissatisfied.

"I have said everything I can think of." Xue Mo was stared at by the middle-aged policeman's venomous eyes, and his body couldn't help shaking.

"Oh, right!" Xue Mo seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw: "I still have the chat records in the author group! You can see it if you click on it!"

"This is useless." The middle-aged police officer flipped through Xue Mo's chat records and shook his head: "You can't prove where you sent it."

"This..." Xue Mo's excited expression froze on his face.

"Have you been to Xicheng District recently?" The middle-aged police officer changed the question.

"Yes." Xue Mo lowered his head, and his voice was almost inaudible.

"Which day? What did you do?" The middle-aged police officer's eyes immediately became sharp.

"To observe the environment." Xue Mo said truthfully.

"Observe the environment?" The middle-aged police officer frowned and almost stood up to arrest Xue Mo.

"No, no," Xue Mo also realized that what he said was a bit ambiguous, and quickly explained: "Because my story is about Xicheng District, I went to collect some materials.

"Where did you go? "

"The street, and the shopping mall. "

"Just these two places? "The middle-aged policeman's expression is very complicated now.

It's said to be two places, but in fact the street is not a place at all. It's just passing by. In other words, Xue Mo went directly to the mall where the crime was to be committed.

If he is really a criminal, then this is simply a provocation!

But in other words, which criminal would do this? Unless he wants to be exposed.

"Which mall did you go to?" Wang Zhenhua is quite clear about the details of this part, so he supplemented it next to it.

"There is only one mall in Xicheng District." Xue Mo looked puzzled.

"Was there a lot of people that day?"

"Quite a lot. I almost got stepped on when I got on the elevator." Xue Mo recalled and continued: "It was that very high escalator, which was quite spectacular."

Wang Zhenhua wrote a line on the paper.

# It's not the same mall. The crime scene is an unfinished building.

The middle-aged policeman's face looked a little better and nodded.

"Let's talk about the crime. Do you still remember the detailed description of the crime here? "

"I remember. "Xue Mo nodded. He still remembered the chapter he had just written very clearly.

"The inward-opening toilet door swayed slightly because a screw on it had loosened. Both the dusty water tank and the dry toilet proved that no one had used it for a long time. "

The middle-aged police officer read a paragraph and then asked: "Why did you describe that toilet as unused for a long time?"

"For the development of the plot, it is an abandoned toilet, otherwise it would not match the time when the body was found."

When talking about the writing ideas, Xue Mo calmed down. Apart from the rest, Xue Mo's foreshadowing was still very good. Many details that you think are dispensable are key information for revealing the answer in the future.

"Wait! "Wang Zhenhua interrupted the conversation between Xue Mo and the middle-aged policeman: "Which direction do you say the toilet door opens?"

[Author's digression]: [Number of clues/foreshadowing in this chapter: 4]