Who moved my novel?

"Xuemo, I hope you can cooperate with my work."

Since Dong Peng was in class, the first person Wang Ju looked for was Xue Mo.

"Cooperate, of course." Xue Mo nodded: "I know, what I saw in the dream has been written in the novel. I can read it to you if you need it."

"I mean things other than novels." Wang Ju frowned slightly.

"No more." Xue Mo shook his head and shrugged: "Wang Ju, I am just a writer of novels. To put it nicely, I am the author. To put it lightly, I am not even a writer. You ask me. Use it.”

"You must know." Wang Ju said firmly: "You must know more information, right?"

"That's not right." Xue Mo shook his head shamelessly: "Wang Ju, clues are not something I can have if I want to, let alone what you say I have."

"You know it every time." Wang Ju narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Yeah." Xue Mo nodded frankly: "Maybe I will know more when Zhou Bureau comes."

"What do you mean!" The policeman next to Bureau Wang couldn't stand it anymore: "You mean you have clues but you didn't tell us?"

"I didn't say anything." Xue Mo quickly shook his head: "Don't think nonsense."

"That's what you obviously meant!" The policeman took a step forward and clenched his fists tightly.

"Don't be impulsive." Wang Ju waved his hand and continued to say to Xue Mo: "Xue Mo, Zhou Ju is indeed a good person, but I really serve the people wholeheartedly. Why can't you tell me?"

"You do it for your people, not for me." Xue Mo raised his eyebrows: "Wang Bureau, since you asked so, let's talk about it. During this period, I have taken the initiative to cooperate with you every time. Work, right? That time you asked me to go, it had nothing to do with me, so I helped you, right?"

"Yes." Wang Ju nodded: "I understand what you mean, and I am aware of your contribution."

"You don't understand!" Xue Mo interrupted Wang Ju: "Wang Ju, I have helped many times and worked diligently. Not to mention credit, at least there is some hard work, right? But some people repay kindness with hatred. Every time someone dies, Come and doubt me, don’t you think it’s a bit too much!”

As Xue Mo said, he actually stood up, clenching his fists with both hands, and his right hand couldn't help but tremble.

"It's my problem." Wang Ju nodded: "But your suspicion is indeed a bit high, after all, the content of your novel..."

"What happened to me writing a novel!" Xue Mo slammed his fist on the cabinet behind him: "Wang Ju, is it illegal for me to make money by writing novels? I didn't plagiarize, and I didn't have any writing skills. I just wanted to make some money with my own efforts. Am I wrong?"

"You're right, it's just that what you wrote is really..." Wang Ju thought for a moment and continued: "It's really very similar to the case."

"But I'm not a murderer, not before, not this time either." Xue Mo stared at the king in front of him tightly: "You should know this, so I won't say any more and take my leave."

"Wang Ju..." Seeing Xue Mo leaving the office, the policeman beside Wang Ju frowned and said, "Wang Ju, isn't this Xue Mo going too far? I'll chase him back!"

"Forget it." Wang Ju really shook his head: "He really thinks I'm confused. Let's just wait. Sooner or later, the blood and ink will leak out."

"Huh?" The policeman looked at Director Wang in confusion.

"Nothing." Wang Ju shook his head slightly: "No need to know, let's go see Dong Peng, it's time for him to finish class."

…

"Er Feng, did you find anything?" Zhao Feng sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, making several teachers around him stare.

"Zhao Feng, put your legs down." Erfeng raised his eyebrows: "This is a school, not your home."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." Zhao Feng waved his hand: "The school is my home. It depends on everyone to take care of me. This is my home."

"Ha." Erfeng sneered: "You are not a student."

"A true master always has the heart of an apprentice." Zhao Feng raised his chin: "Is there anything fishy about that Huo Yuan?"

"I haven't noticed it yet." Erfeng glanced around and glared at Zhao Feng. This guy doesn't know how to judge the situation. There are people around him, so why is he talking nonsense?

"Oh, Teacher Feng." At this moment, a male teacher behind Erfeng stood up: "Is the Huo Yuan you are talking about the new classmate from Class 3?"

"Yes." Erfeng smiled and nodded: "Teacher Zhang, do you know him?"

"I don't know you then." Teacher Zhang shook his head: "But I have heard some things."

"Oh?" Zhao Feng became interested and immediately sat up straight and looked at Teacher Zhang: "What is it?"

"He seems to be asking about the top ten supernatural events."

"Supernatural incident?" Zhao Feng raised his eyebrows: "Is it a campus ghost story?"

All schools have this kind of thing, so Zhao Feng doesn't pay much attention to it.

"Yes." Teacher Zhang nodded: "But the supernatural events in our school are rather strange. Not only the students, but also many teachers are very interested. The new teacher Dong has also been asking about this matter recently."

"Teacher Dong?" Zhao Feng immediately became alert when he heard the name: "Which Teacher Dong? Dong Peng?"

"Yes, he is the only Teacher Dong in our school." Teacher Zhang nodded.

"Well..." Zhao Feng frowned slightly: "What's so special about the supernatural events in your school? Can you tell me about it?"

"Okay, but I don't know much." Teacher Zhang started telling ghost stories like a veteran. Not only did he use standard language, but he also lowered his voice a lot: "I'll tell you two I know, don't tell anyone else."

"One of them is in the school auditorium. It is said that every fifteenth day, there will be a clacking sound in the auditorium."

"It is said that there was a classmate who was going to perform a dance at the graduation party and danced there alone every night for practice."

"But one day, she suddenly disappeared. Teachers, parents, and hundreds of classmates who knew her searched for her for several days, and finally found her in a ditch far away. Her body."

"Legend has it that the voice is because she died with regrets and was unwilling to leave the stage, so she would come back to the stage every 15th to complete her performance."

"Yeah." Zhao Feng nodded: "It's a pretty routine campus ghost story, I don't have any special feelings, what about the other one?"

"Don't worry." Teacher Zhang waved his hand: "This one is indeed routine, but this is an old supernatural event, and then this event escalated!"

"Upgraded?" Zhao Feng frowned slightly and looked at Teacher Zhang: "Can this thing be upgraded?"

"Of course!" Teacher Zhang came closer and said mysteriously: "You will never think that the female ghost had a ghost marriage!"