Who moved my novel?

"What kind of ability is this?" Shu Yingdel was dumbfounded: "Director Wang, is this the legendary... divination technique of your country? But I didn't see you doing divination. Are you a prophet?"

"It would be nice if I could predict the future." Wang Ju shook his head: "It's just our special way of doing things, because it involves some personal privacy, so..."

"I understand, I understand." Even though Shu Yingdel had multiple identities, he was still fooled by Wang Ju's tricks.

The main thing is that he has never seen anyone with such ability!

"Mr. Shuying, do you think the efficiency of our Chixin City police is acceptable?" Director Wang asked with a smile.

"Awesome, awesome!" Shu Yingdel couldn't help but give a thumbs up: "Director Wang, you have refreshed my understanding of the police. I look forward to cooperating with your city this time."

"Bureau Wang." After Shu Yingdel left the door, the policeman who had been waiting next to him hurriedly stepped forward: "Bureau Wang, this matter has been covered in blood again."

"I know." Wang Ju replied with a gloomy expression. .

It is certainly a good thing to resolve this matter with the "help" of Xue Mo, but... this also shows that Xue Mo is indeed weird. No matter what the truth is, as long as Xue Mo is still writing articles, there will be a series of events in Chixin City. Constant pieces.

How about killing Xue Mo.

An idea popped out of Wang Ju's mind. The next moment, Wang Ju quickly shook his head and waved away the thought.

"Xuemo also wrote new content, right?" Wang Ju didn't want to think about this issue anymore, so he changed the topic and said, "Well, I just saw that he had updated it again."

"Yes." The policeman nodded: "I heard other brothers in the bureau discussing it just now when I was downstairs. It seems that Xue Mo has written another murderous article."

"What?" Director Wang frowned and quickly took out his mobile phone: "Let me take a look. Mr. Shu Ying was nearby just now, so I couldn't just open the novel and read it."

"This case is much simpler than the previous ones." The policeman thought for a while and said in detail: "This case has no ingenious techniques or detailed arrangements. The murderer just killed him like a madman. He was dragged to a deserted place and hacked to death."

"Hecked to death?" Wang Ju was stunned for a moment: "I remember that Xue Mo wrote a suspense novel? It doesn't seem to be martial arts, right?"

"Yes." The policeman nodded: "The attack is very confusing, and the editors in our bureau are also very confused. Xuemo's operation is really incomprehensible. He writes as if he has suddenly gone crazy. Likewise, the murderer began to become irritable and impatient, and even began to stop dealing with the scene and seemed to no longer care about the consequences. "

"What happened to Xue Mo recently?" Wang Ju frowned and thought in confusion.

"I haven't heard of it." The policeman shook his head: "Xue Mo seems to rarely appear recently. I don't know what he is busy with."

"Yes." Wang Ju nodded: "Okay, I understand. Tell your brothers that you have been paying close attention to the scenes similar to those described by Xue Mo recently. I will go find Xue Mo. This matter still needs to be done. Ask Xuemo."

…

"Ding Dong! Ding Dong!" The doorbell rang, and a moment later, a fashionably dressed woman opened the door.

"Who are you?" The woman looked at the man in front of her and asked doubtfully.

She felt that the person in front of her looked familiar, but if she thought about it carefully, she couldn't remember who he was.

"Hello, little sister, are your parents at home?" Xue Mo asked with a professional smile.

"Pfft!" The woman laughed out loud: "My little brother is so sweet. My sister is already in her thirties. Tell me, what's the matter?"

"Yeah! Are you in your thirties?" Xue Mo looked at the woman in surprise, then realized what was happening and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I really didn't notice it just now, and I called you too young. I'm really sorry!"

"Hahaha!" The woman laughed again: "You are so funny. Who cares if others call you younger?"

"Hey hey hey." Xue Mo scratched his head in embarrassment: "Um, little sister, have you...did you buy insurance?"

"Insurance?" The woman was stunned for a moment, and then immediately realized what the person in front of her did: "Little brother, do you sell insurance?"

"Yeah." Xue Mo nodded sheepishly.

"Then you can't do this." The woman smiled and took Xue Mo's hand: "Are you a newbie?"

"Yes." Xue Mo nodded, his face a little red: "You are so awesome, you don't even see it!"

"It's not that I'm great, it's that you are too unprofessional." The woman shook her head slightly: "You can't sell insurance like this."

"Then, what should I do?" Xue Mo said bitterly, "I'm still waiting to make money to pay the rent."

"It doesn't matter, I'll teach you." The woman smiled slightly, took Xue Mo's hand and led him into the room: "Come, let's sit down and talk while drinking tea."

"Ah? Ah, okay, okay..." Xue Mo tried to pull out his hand unnaturally, but the woman held it tightly, and Xue Mo couldn't pull it out, and she didn't dare to use too much force, so she had to give up. .

"Please sit down." The woman asked Xue Mo to sit on the sofa. After pouring a glass of water, she looked at the list in Xue Mo's hand. While looking at it, she said: "Look, your list is for children. Insurance, so you should look for families with children, which I definitely can’t do, and then the advantages of your insurance... and so on.”

The woman frowned slightly as she looked at the list.

"What's wrong?" Xue Mo looked at the woman nervously: "Is there a problem? Is it illegal?"

"Not really, it's not a big problem." The woman shook her head: "But why is your order from last year?"