Who moved my novel?

"Chixin City is a magical city."

"There was a rumor that Chixin City never had sunrise, but it had sunset."

"Some people also said that Chixin City existed neither in the world of the living nor in the underworld, but in the endless illusion between yin and yang."

On the streets of Chixin City, wandering artists were telling strange urban legends.

"Uncle, but we all live in Chixin City." Children on the street surrounded the artist and interjected from time to time: "Why are we fine?"

"That's because you haven't been to that place...that place where life and death meet."

Leaving behind an unclear remark, the artist began to pack up his only belongings - a table, a chair, and a piece of white cloth that served as both a tablecloth and a baggage.

"The place where life and death meet? Where is that?" A child looked at the artist's back in confusion and said.

"That must be a very scary place." Another child who was a head shorter than him said: "Anyway, I don't want to go to that kind of place!"

"Don't you even know this!" An eight or nine-year-old girl looked at several children younger than her with some pride: "The place where life and death meet must be a cemetery!"

"Cemetery... cemetery?" The youngest girl was so scared that she hid behind a boy.

"Are you afraid?" The boy held the girl's hand with his backhand: "Don't be afraid, I'm here! I've been to the cemetery, I'm not afraid!"

"Thank...thank you!" The little girl felt the warmth on her hand and seemed to feel much more at ease.

"Hahaha, coward!" Another boy laughed: "You don't even dare to go to the cemetery, what a coward. You won't believe me if I tell you that I spent the night in the cemetery!"

"Spend... spend the night?" This time even the oldest child was shocked by him. He swallowed his saliva and stammered: "You said you spent the night in the cemetery?"

"Of course." The boy was even more proud of receiving everyone's attention. He straightened his chest and raised his head and said: "Not only did I spend the night, I tell you, I was hungry in the middle of the night and ate the offerings in front of the tombstone! It was delicious!"

"Really?" A chubby little boy suddenly interrupted him: "You are just bragging! You don't even dare to walk at night, how can you dare to spend the night in the cemetery?"

"Of course it's true!" The boy was unhappy about being questioned: "If you don't believe me, I'll take you to see it!"

"See...see?" A child was a little scared.

"Let's go!"

"Let's go!"

However, once there were more people, everyone became bolder, and a group of seven or eight children who had never met before actually gathered together and went to the cemetery.

...

"Xue Mo?" Zhao Feng, who had just returned to the North District from the Municipal Bureau, looked at Xue Mo in surprise: "Where have you been? Why are you dressed like this?"

"It's okay, it's okay." Xue Mo shook his head and lifted the sleeves of his long gown: "I just went to do a part-time job. This outfit looks good, right?"

"What part-time job? Dressed like this?" Zhao Feng looked at Xue Mo in confusion and asked.

"Nothing, just a part-time storyteller." Xue Mo shook his head: "What? Do you have something to talk to me about?"

"Nothing." Zhao Feng shook his head: "I just happened to come back early today. Since we met, why don't we go have a cup of tea together?"

"Drink tea?" Xue Mo looked at Zhao Feng in confusion: "You still have this hobby? Where to drink?"

"Let's go to my house." Zhao Feng thought for a while and said: "It's not far away, so it won't delay you from going back to write at night."

"I'm not worried about this." Xue Mo shook his head and silently added in his heart: Anyway, at most I can ask you to help me write.

"Your house is really big." When he arrived at Zhao Feng's house, Xue Mo couldn't help but sigh that everyone's living environment was really different. Zhao Feng lived in a house with three bedrooms and two living rooms, which was more than 100 square meters!

"It's okay." Zhao Feng nodded, not caring, after all, this was normal for him.

"Wouldn't you feel empty living alone?" Xue Mo asked with a hint of jealousy.

"Ah?" Zhao Feng was stunned: "I don't live alone. It's hard to clean such a big house."

"Oh, I said." Xue Mo nodded, feeling a little more balanced.

"But today I'm alone. The nanny asked for leave to go home to take care of her sick grandson." Zhao Feng said helplessly: "It seems that I have to go out to solve dinner again. It's really troublesome."

"..." Xue Mo's mood, which had improved a little, became worse in an instant. In order not to expose his inexperience, Xue Mo quickly changed the subject: "Zhao Feng, what do you want to ask me for? Just drink tea?"

"I guess so." Zhao Feng nodded and took out the tea set: "I just happened to meet you, so I asked you to come and sit down, but if you want to talk about things, I do have something to ask you."

"What's the matter? Ask." Xue Mo nodded, and he knew the main topic in his heart.

"A murder case happened in the hospital a few days ago. You have heard about it, right?" Although Zhao Feng was asking questions, he did not give Xue Mo time to think, but continued: "This case has a very bad impact, so much so that the whole organization is investigating it now. What do you think?"

"Me?" Xue Mo shook his head awkwardly: "What can I think? I don't even know about this case."

"Don't know?" Zhao Feng did not agree with Xue Mo's statement: "You have clearly written about the whole case in the novel, how could you not know?"

"You mean that..." Xue Mo glanced around uncomfortably: "You know, my novels are all adapted from dreams, so they can't be taken seriously."

"Then, can you interpret it for me using the method of dreams?"