Who moved my novel?

"Ju Zhou, do you think it's OK?" Xue Mo handed the written manuscript to Ju Zhou.

"Let me take a look." Director Zhou pretended to take it and looked at it, but did not express his position. Instead, he handed it to a policeman beside him: "Here, take a look."

"Yes." The policeman nodded, took the manuscript from Director Zhou's hand, read it carefully, and nodded: "Director Zhou, the writing is very true."

"Real?" Zhou Ju raised his eyebrows: "How true is it?"

"It's just like the real thing." The policeman whispered in Director Zhou's ear.

"Oh? Hahahaha, okay, that's great." Zhou Ju nodded and patted Xue Mo's shoulder: "As expected of a novelist, awesome, awesome."

"Thank you for the award." Xue Mo smiled and lowered his head slightly to show his humility: "It's because Bureau Zhou did a really good job, otherwise I wouldn't have the material to write about it?"

"It's not as bad as you said." Director Zhou smiled and shook the manuscript in his hand: "Okay, then I will send it to the newspaper in a moment. The author's name will be yours. Is that okay?"

"Thank you Zhou Ju." Xue Mo nodded excitedly. This is the first time to be published in a newspaper... right?

…

"Old Liu." The dusty monk stopped panting and said, "Let's rest for a while."

"No." Old Liu shook his head unsteadily: "You go back, I will look for it myself."

"You can't hold on like this for long." The monk put down the stick in his hand: "Besides, even if you find it, how can you rob it from others in your current state?"

"No, we can't stop." Old Liu shook his head: "The more we find it one day later, the more likely it will be an accident."

"But..." The monk sighed and looked at the countless villages at the foot of the mountain: "There are so many villages, how long will it take you to find them one by one? Besides, you don't even know which one is in that book!"

"You're right to start with the last record." Old Liu licked his chapped lips: "The child was just taken away in the past few days, so the record will not be at the front."

"Even if it's behind, every child has to walk through more than a dozen villages and they may not be able to find it. When are you going to find it?" The monk opened the kettle and handed it to Lao Liu: "Besides, what if I can't find it?"

"If you can't find it, keep looking until you find me dead." Old Liu took a sip of water: "I lost him, so I will find him back!"

"What about your revenge?"

"Qiu..." Lao Liu hesitated for a long time and shook his head: "Forget it, go back and help me bring this thing back."

After saying that, Lao Liu handed a package to the monk and walked away without looking back.

…

"Xiao Li, are you okay?" Wang Zhenhua looked at Xiao Li who was sitting blankly, and waved in front of Xiao Li, but Xiao Li still had no response.

"Is this still the case?" Liu Suo walked in: "You haven't spoken yet?"

"Yes." Wang Zhenhua nodded: "It has been like this since I was released from the city bureau."

"This is not possible." Liu Suo shook his head: "The reporter will come to interview tomorrow. How can it be possible like this?"

"What should we do?" Wang Zhenhua also had a headache.

It has been more than half a day since Xiao Li was sent back by the city bureau. However, Xiao Li not only didn't speak, he didn't even eat much. He just kept staring blankly in front of him without blinking.

"How about asking Dong Peng to come over and take a look?" Wang Zhenhua hesitated and said.

"Forget it." Suo Liu said with a shit-eating expression on his face: "I'm afraid someone in our institute will die if I call him here. He's not the only psychological counselor in such a big city. You can find another one." Just let Xiao Li attend the interview normally tomorrow."

"Okay." Wang Zhenhua nodded: "Then I'll go out and look for it."

After saying that, Wang Zhenhua was about to walk out, but a person walked towards him.

"Brother Wang." Xue Mo quickly greeted Wang Zhenhua.

"Blood ink?" Wang Zhenhua was a little surprised: "Why are you here?"

"Let me step on it." Xue Mo said while looking around.

"Step on it?" Wang Zhenhua didn't quite understand what Xue Mo meant.

"Oh, that's right. I have to write something tomorrow, so I came to take a look at the environment in advance and then describe the environment." Xue Mo replied, and by the way, he wrote down Wang Zhenhua's warning number in his notebook.

"Don't write it!" Liu Suo, who rushed over after hearing the sound, waved his hand quickly: "After you finish writing, there may be an extra corpse in our institute!"

Bloody Wen and Dong Peng's people were jokingly called the "Death Duo" by the Chixin City Public Security Bureau.

"Liu Suo!" Xue Mo looked at Liu Suo with some surprise: "Long time no see, Liu Suo, his hair is thinning again!"

"I...I thank you." Liu thought that Xue Mo wanted to say something flattering and polite, but he didn't expect Xue Mo to say something like this.

"You're welcome, you're welcome." Xue Mo waved his hand: "Liu Suo, I may have to write this. What I'm writing is tomorrow's live interview report."

"You? On-site reporting?" Liu Suo looked at Xuemo in surprise: "What? Have you changed careers? No longer writing novels or writing news?"

"That's not true." Xue Mo shook his head: "I'm still writing the novel, I just received the request from Director Zhou to help him write an on-site report tomorrow."

"Director Zhou?" Suo Liu was a little surprised. Of course he knew about Director Zhou, as he had been the director for several years.

However, isn't Xue Mo always familiar with Wang Ju? Why is it related to Director Zhou again?

"It's a coincidence." Xue Mo seemed to see Liu Suo's doubts: "It happened that Director Zhou could use it and paid a lot, so I helped write it. It's almost like writing a novel anyway."

"I can't stop you if you write something to Director Zhou." Liu Suo nodded, and then sighed: "Oh, but tomorrow's interview may not be able to proceed normally."

"What happened?" Xue Mo asked doubtfully.

Generally speaking, the police station will not easily change the time for this kind of interview set by the city bureau, unless something really big happens.

"Xiao Li is not in good condition." Liu Suo shook his head helplessly.

It was originally the time for the Chengbei District Police Station to show its face, but now it was the time to make a fool of itself.

"Yes, yes, I almost forgot about the business." Wang Zhenhua hurriedly walked to the door: "Xue Mo, I'm going to see a psychological counselor first, so I won't talk to you anymore."

"Wait a minute." Xue Mo stopped him: "Does Officer Li have a mental problem? I can take a look."

"You?" Liu Suo and Wang Zhenhua both looked at Xue Mo in surprise.

"Hmm..." Xue Mo hesitated for a moment: "You can give it a try. A long-term illness can cure the problem. But you should go find it. If I can't solve it, you may still need a professional."

"Okay." Wang Zhenhua and Liu Suo looked at each other, and when Liu Suo nodded, they walked out the door.