Who moved my novel?

"Xue Mo, I heard you write novels?" After two glasses of wine, Er Feng seemed a little dizzy: "How are your grades?"

"Uh." Xue Mo raised his eyebrows and said nothing.

"I heard you can also investigate cases, do you want to compete with me?"

"Uh." Xue Mo raised his other eyebrow and said nothing.

"I heard you, hiccup, are a psychological counselor? How many hours of cases have you received?"

"Hmm..." Xue Mo pondered for a moment and still didn't speak.

"I heard you have a very powerful ability to dream about future cases in your dreams. Is it true?" Er Feng seemed not to see Xue Mo's embarrassment and continued.

"It's true." Xue Mo nodded.

"Oh? So magical?" Erfeng came closer: "Can you tell me in detail?"

"There's nothing much to say." Xuemo pondered for a moment: "I can dream of some scenes in my dreams, sometimes the scene, sometimes other clues. Every time I put these things together, I can write a complete case."

"So magical?" Erfeng opened her mouth in surprise: "Xuemo, come, I toast you a glass."

"Okay, okay." Xuemo was pushed to the mouth by the drunk Erfeng. It was hard to say no, so he could only nod and drink most of the wine in the glass.

"Xuemo, you are not good now." Erfeng pointed at Xuemo's glass and turned his own glass over: "I drank it all, you are raising fish?"

"Hehe." Xuemo laughed awkwardly twice and drank the remaining wine in the glass.

"Great!" Erfeng waved her hand and continued, "Xue Mo, when do you usually have this kind of dream?"

"When?" Xue Mo was stunned for a moment, then said, "A short time before the case happened."

"I'm not talking about comparing it with the case, I'm talking about your own time." Erfeng picked up the bottle and filled it with wine for Xue Mo, put it in front of Xue Mo and asked, "Under what circumstances do you dream about the case?"

"I..." Xue Mo thought for a while and said, "For me, I usually dream when there is nothing to write."

"Oh?" Erfeng nodded, "That means that when you have nothing to write, someone will stand up and die to provide you with material! Really, really amazing!"

"That's not the case." Xue Mo shook his head, "You said that as if I were a murderer."

"No, no." Erfeng shook her head, "I just said it was too coincidental, you are too lucky, sorry, I drank too much and my words are not clear."

"It's really lucky." Xue Mo nodded, and at Erfeng's urging, he drank another glass of wine.

"By the way, Xue Mo, I suddenly thought of a question." Er Feng frowned slightly: "I hope you can answer it for me."

"What...what, question?" Xue Mo spoke faster and paused in the middle. He looked a little drunk.

"You said that what you wrote was what you dreamed of, not your own ideas. Then does the ownership of the novel belong to you?" Er Feng asked doubtfully: "Should I still give a part to that dream?"

"Hmm?" Xue Mo frowned slightly and said unclearly: "What are you talking about? That, that is, but I dreamed it with my own strength."

"Yes." Hu Danian, who was listening on the side, suddenly joined in: "Xue Mo dreamed it himself, even if it was a dream, it was his own, how can it not be his own?"

"Uh, hahaha, yes, yes." Er Feng nodded with a smile and glared at Hu Danian.

"That's right." Xue Mo nodded: "No matter what, it's mine... mine."

"Yes, yes, yes." Er Feng raised the wine glass and looked at Xue Mo: "I said the wrong thing just now. Come on, Xue Mo, I'll apologize to you."

"This, this is better." Xue Mo picked up the wine glass and shakily clinked the glass with Er Feng: "Come on, drink!"

"Cheers!" Er Feng nodded, and seeing that Xue Mo had almost finished drinking, she stopped pouring wine: "Xue Mo, tell me, is there a possibility."

"What?" Xue Mo knocked on the table: "Where's the wine? Why don't you pour the wine? Zhao Feng, is there no wine?"

"I'll get it, I'll get it." Zhao Feng nodded and left the room, but he didn't get the wine, just stood by the door.

"Is it possible that someone is worried that you have nothing to write, so when you have nothing to write, you will kill someone, and then you will have something to write."

"Murder? To write a book for me?" Xue Mo pointed at himself: "How can there be such a person?"

"Indeed, indeed." Er Feng nodded: "I was just talking nonsense, just talking nonsense." Er Feng thought for a while and continued: "Xue Mo, have you ever been to the beach?"

"The beach?" Xue Mo thought for a while and shook his head: "No."

"Don't you want to go to the beach? The scenery at the beach is particularly good. Imagine that you are lying on a comfortable lounge chair on the golden beach, and your whole body is covered with essential oils."

"The warm sunlight shines on you, warm, comfortable, and makes you feel drowsy."

"You close your eyes, listen to the waves beside your ears, feel the gentle sea breeze, and bathe in the soft sunlight."

"The sunlight shines on your whole body, making your body gradually warm up."

"At first, it's the skin. Your skin begins to become warm, and this warmth and comfort makes you enjoy it."

"Then, the heat begins to penetrate deeper and deeper, slowly penetrating into the muscles. When the heat penetrates into the muscles, you feel relaxed all over, and all the muscles are warm, and you don't want to move at all."

Er Feng looked at Xue Mo's somewhat blurred eyes and continued.

"Then, the heat begins to penetrate into the bones. At this time, you may feel that the heat is a little bit hot, but it doesn't matter. It's just right. It's like entering a sauna. The heat makes your whole body, from inside to outside, very relaxed. Very, very relaxed."

"You feel a little sleepy, and the comfortable state makes you feel more and more tired and more and more relaxed."

"You begin to fall asleep little by little. Now, you hear the sea breeze blowing, blowing in your ears, as if helping you count the beats."

"One, you feel more and more relaxed, and you begin to gradually fall asleep."

"Two..."

...

"Uh, Teacher Er, are you okay?" Xue Mo looked at Er Feng with a confused face.

"Hmm?" Er Feng opened her eyes confusedly: "Ah?"

Er Feng realized that she had fallen asleep unconsciously.

"I, I fell asleep?"

"Yes." Xue Mo nodded: "You were telling me about the beautiful scenery on the beach just now, and then I don't know why you fell asleep. Are you drunk? Otherwise, let Zhao Feng take you home first."