Who moved my novel?

"Midnight is the time when the cemetery is most gloomy. At that time, the gates of the two worlds will open."

"If you find a tombstone with green flames in the cemetery at midnight, you will see..."

"A scene that you will never forget!"

"Hahaha, okay, I'm going to close the stall." Xue Mo waved his hand and dispersed the children who were leaning on their desks with their hands: "Come back tomorrow if you want to hear stories. I have to go home to cook."

"Uncle, tell me another story!"

"Yes, tell me another story, Uncle Xue Mo!"

"Uncle is the best, tell me another story."

The children are still young and rely on anti-addiction restrictions. They can't do anything when they go home now. It's better to listen to Xue Mo's story here.

"No, no." Xue Mo Lianlian waved his hand: "It's really no today, but I can tell you more tomorrow."

"Okay..." The children reluctantly made way and watched Xue Mo pack up, but they were still unwilling to leave.

"Oh right." After packing up his things, Xue Mo suddenly remembered something: "Little guys, you must not go to the cemetery tonight. Remember, you must not go. Today is a very special day. If you go, you will see..."

"What?" Several children opened their mouths wide and stared at Xue Mo blankly, waiting for Xue Mo to finish.

"Nothing." Xue Mo smiled slightly and shook his head: "Just don't go. I can't say more."

"Uncle!" Several children were interested in Xue Mo. They were not willing to let Xue Mo leave like this, and they surrounded him.

"Hush." ​​Xue Mo put his index finger on his lips and whispered: "The secret cannot be leaked. Just remember, don't go, remember, remember!"

...

"You are working part-time again?" When Xue Mo got home, Zhao Feng had already been waiting at the door.

"Yes." Xue Mo nodded: "Why did you come so early? Could it be that the nanny hasn't come back yet and you are here to eat for free?"

"It's not impossible." Zhao Feng nodded.

"Well... not impossible?" Xue Mo raised his eyebrows: "You didn't really not eat, did you?"

"That's true." Zhao Feng nodded, not embarrassed at all.

"I only have home-cooked meals, fried eggs with persimmons, but no delicacies from the mountains and the sea!"

"Home-cooked meals are good." Zhao Feng smiled and nodded: "Today I mainly came to ask you questions, what to eat is not important."

"Are you sure you want me to tell you?" Xue Mo frowned slightly: "What I said may not be right, and it may not be complete. Why don't you investigate it yourself?"

"You are right." Zhao Feng nodded: "But the things I asked you last time, I verified them after I went back, and they are indeed correct, and more complete than what we investigated."

"Then you are really bad." Xue Mo did not hesitate to complain: "You don't even know as much as me, who was not at the scene."

"You are gifted." Zhao Feng didn't feel embarrassed. After all, Xue Mo was scolding the people of the Municipal Bureau. What does it have to do with him, the great detective Zhao Feng?

"Then tell me, what do you want to ask this time?" Xue Mo took the apron from the wall and asked while putting it on.

"I want to ask, did you see what the murder weapon is?" Zhao Feng asked without thinking, obviously he had thought about the question in advance.

"I saw it." Xue Mo nodded: "It's a knife, but... it seems a little strange."

"Strange?" Zhao Feng raised his eyebrows slightly: "How strange?"

"The style is a little strange." Xue Mo thought about it and added: "It's like the kind in film and television works."

"In other words, the style is older?" Zhao Feng continued to ask.

"Well, almost." Xue Mo nodded: "I don't know if it's older, but it does look like the kind from 20 years ago."

"Well." Zhao Feng nodded.

Sure enough, Xue Mo really knew the situation at the scene this time, and he knew it very clearly.

The knife has been found by the city bureau, and it is indeed like what Xue Mo said, trying an honest knife.

"Do you know where that knife came from?" Zhao Feng asked again.

Logically speaking, finding the knife is halfway to success, because knife management is very strict now, and this kind of long knife must be registered, but unfortunately, the knife is too old, so old that no one knows who it belongs to, or even when it was made.

"How should I know?" Xue Mo raised his eyebrows and asked back: "Do you think I am a naturalist or an archaeologist? I am just a novelist. If it weren't for this series of strange cases, I should be writing and updating leisurely now!"

"No clues at all?" Zhao Feng frowned slightly.

"Not at all." Xue Mo thought for a while, and suddenly said: "Do you still remember the eucalyptus in my novel before?"

"Which one?" Zhao Feng looked at Xue Mo in confusion, not knowing what he was talking about.

"The one for making meat patties." Xue Mo summarized it concisely.

"Meat... Meat pie..." Zhao Feng suddenly remembered: "You mean, that hammer and this knife came from the same place?"

"It's possible." Xue Mo nodded: "I also think that hammer is rare, so I thought of it, but I can't guarantee whether it is together."

"Yes." Zhao Feng nodded: "Indeed, there is such a possibility. We will step up the investigation after returning. Do you have any other information?"

"Hmm?" Xue Mo raised his eyebrows: "Why do I feel that the tone of your speech is not like talking to people, but like asking the NPC in the game?"

"Don't you think you are not?" Zhao Feng rolled his eyes at Xue Mo: "You know everything, but it has nothing to do with the case. Aren't you the NPC who provided the information?"

"Okay." Xue Mo shrugged, but didn't say anything else: "Since you said so, let me ask you a question: Have all the people who saw the patient in the hospital that day been checked? The murderer is among them."