Who moved my novel?

In the dim moonlight and dark corridor, a low hum sounded. If you don't listen carefully, you might think it was the whimper of a wild dog.

"Bang!" The sound of a bucket being kicked over was heard, followed by low curses and slight cries of pain.

"Damn, who put a bucket here?" The man covered his feet and walked away, not even trying to pick up the bucket that had spilled water on the ground.

"Rustle! Rustle!" The man had just left the end of the corridor when a burst of sound came from the corridor next to the morgue.

"Oh, you're really brave." Dong Peng walked out of the shadows, glanced at the bucket on the ground, and then turned and walked upstairs: "This hospital is really interesting, no wonder Teacher Zhang recommended it so strongly."

...

"Brother Dong." The next morning, Xiao Qin saw Dong Peng and waved: "Brother Dong, you came so early again?"

"Brother Xiao Qin." Dong Peng greeted: "I spent a day with you yesterday, and I still feel that there are some things I don't understand, so I thought of asking you in advance."

Speaking, Dong Peng put a breakfast on the table: "Come on, come on, have breakfast, you must not have eaten yet?"

"No, no." Xiao Qin waved his hands repeatedly.

"Come on." Dong Peng did take out his own portion and started drinking soy milk: "There are still more than 20 minutes before the official start of work, so I might as well do nothing."

"Well... OK, thank you, Brother Dong." Xiao Qin was persuaded by Dong Peng, nodded and sat opposite Dong Peng: "By the way, you just said that there are some places you don't understand, what do you mean specifically?"

"Oh, these." Dong Peng took out a notebook from his arms: "Xiao Qin, can you help me look at these places, why don't we patrol?"

"Which ones? Let me see." Xiao Qin looked at the notebook while drinking soy milk.

"This." Dong Peng pointed to the notebook: "The fourth floor, the whole floor is inaccessible."

"Oh, you mean this." Xiao Qin didn't care: "The fourth floor is the ward of the psychiatric department. You can guess what kind of people live there. It's not our business."

"Psychiatric department?" Dong Peng opened his mouth in surprise: "I heard someone shouting that he was not sick yesterday..."

"It's like this, you'll get used to it." Xiao Qin shook his head: "Everyone who goes in says they are not sick, and everyone who comes out thinks they are sick."

"But... why don't they let us in? They also need protection, right?" Dong Peng asked puzzledly: "What if those patients suddenly..."

"No need." Xiao Qin shook his head: "Those doctors have weapons for self-defense, which are much better than our equipment. They don't let us in because they think we are in the way."

"Is that so..." Dong Peng nodded thoughtfully: "What about here? This warehouse on the second floor."

"This is the warehouse of the cafeteria." Xiao Qin nodded: "Because they are all food for patients, in order to prevent the food from being contaminated, no one is allowed to approach."

"I didn't expect that our hospital cares about the health of patients." Dong Peng nodded.

"What?" Xiao Qin shook his head in disdain: "If someone hadn't been poisoned by food before, no one would care!"

"Food poisoning?" Dong Peng looked at Xiao Qin in surprise: "Has our hospital ever had food poisoning?"

"Yes." Xiao Qin lowered his voice: "I heard that it happened the year before last. More than a dozen people were poisoned at the time. Fortunately, it happened in the hospital, otherwise some of them might have died!"

"Is that so." Dong Peng nodded and pointed to another place on the notebook: "What about here? Why can't we go up to the top floor?"

"The top floor is the dean's office." Xiao Qin looked at Dong Peng like a fool: "Is that a place we can go to casually?"

"The whole first floor?" Dong Peng was a little surprised: "How big must that floor be!"

"Not all of it." Xiao Qin shook his head: "In fact, the hospital's fitness area and leisure area are also on the top floor..."

"I understand." Dong Peng nodded and stopped asking.

Obviously, the so-called leisure area and fitness area have now become the dean's private venues.

"That's good to know." Xiao Qin looked around carefully: "Okay, stop asking nonsense questions, hurry up and eat and go to work."

...

"Xue Mo."

"Xue Mo!"

"Xue Mo?"

"Xue..."

"Hmm?" Xue Mo raised his head and looked at the boy in front of him: "What's wrong?"

"Can you help me?" The boy looked at Xue Mo, full of hope.

"Me?" Xue Mo smiled helplessly: "Hehe, I can't protect myself now, what can I do to help you?"

"Yes." The boy nodded firmly: "You can help me, and only you can help me."

"Really?" Xue Mo looked at the boy and forced a smile: "Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

"Help me." The boy stretched out his hand, and in his hand was a delicate and small pen: "Help me write a book."

"Write a book?" Xue Mo looked at the pen in surprise, stretched out his hand to take it, but retracted his hand halfway: "What book to write? I can't write a book at all."

"You can." The boy looked at Xue Mo with a smile: "You are an author, have you forgotten?"

"Author?" Xue Mo shook his head: "No, I'm not, those stories are not my own ideas, they are all my dreams, I don't deserve to be an author."

"That's what you dreamed." The boy nodded: "But it was also written by you, the one who wrote the pen is you, the one who wrote the book, is you."

"But..." Xue Mo seemed a little shaken, but still very hesitant.

"Have you forgotten your pen name?" The boy put the pen into Xue Mo's hand: "This pen is already filled with red ink. Don't forget, all living beings grind ink with blood, and write all the songs of the world."

"Write all... the songs of the world..." Xue Mo looked down at the pen in his hand.

Suddenly, a few raindrops fell on the pen.

When he looked up again, it was already raining in the sky.

...

"Huh?" Xue Mo sat up from the bed in confusion.

"How could... have such a strange dream?" Xue Mo frowned slightly and looked out the window: "It's obviously not raining."

"That dream... couldn't be... No, it's impossible, that guy is gone for a long time, and besides, I have never seen that child, and that one..."

"But why would it be..."

Shaking his head slightly, Xue Mo walked to the kitchen, wanting to pour a glass of water.

"Knock knock knock!"

As soon as he walked into the hall, Xue Mo was interrupted by a rapid knock on the door.

"Knock knock knock!" Without waiting for Xue Mo to respond, there was another rapid knock on the door, followed by another curse: "Is there anyone here? There's no one at home, so why are you calling XX?"