Who moved my novel?

Although I don’t know why, this chapter is about Xue Mo, that is, my day.

This… where should I start?

As everyone knows, Xue Mo gets up very early every day.

“Good morning.” Xue Mo sent a morning greeting in the group.

“It’s this person. He becomes a cold group member as soon as he sends a message. Kick him out quickly.” The captain replied with a standard reply as expected.

As for the others… Although Xue Mo really wants to see the others, it is obvious that the others have not gotten up at all.

“Meow~” The cat made a warm invitation, as if to let Xue Mo sleep a little longer.

“No.” Xue Mo rubbed the cat’s head: “I have to get up and work hard. I haven’t typed anything today!”

“Meow…” The cat seemed a little disappointed and meowed in a low voice.

“Okay, start, work hard! Type…”

Damn!

What happened?

Why is it already past one in the afternoon?

“Hardworking” Xue Mo glanced at the wall clock. It was already past one.

“Knock knock knock!” The knock on the door sounded as expected.

"Wait, why is there no accident?" Xue Mo whispered, and quietly walked to the door.

"Knock knock knock!" The knock on the door sounded again.

"Mr. Xue Mo, are you home?" A familiar voice sounded.

"Who is it?" Xue Mo looked out the door through the peephole in confusion.

"Mr. Xue, your express." A courier wearing ventilated express work clothes stood outside the door and said with a smile: "You are a courier in the same city, please sign for it."

"My express?" Xue Mo opened the door in confusion and looked at the things in the man's hand: "Who sent it?"

"I don't know about this." The courier looked at the information on the express and continued: "It says Mr. Dong on the list. As for the specific name, you have to ask the customer service if you want to know. There is information registration over there."

"Okay, I know." Xue Mo nodded, and the express.

"Please sign." The courier was agile and blocked the door before Xue Mo closed it, and handed over a pen.

"Oh, OK." Xue Mo nodded: "Where should I sign?"

"Just sign on the express delivery slip." The courier smiled and said: "Thank you for your trouble."

"It's okay." Xue Mo nodded, took the pen and wrote his name on the slip.

"Okay! Thank you for your cooperation, and I wish you a happy life." The courier tore off the slip neatly, and said goodbye and left when he arrived at the individual.

"Although the name of this ventilation express is strange, the service is really good." Xue Mo silently praised, and then looked at the express in his hand again in confusion.

"Why is there another one?" As the outer packaging of the express was opened, a bottle of tightly wrapped red ink suddenly appeared in Xue Mo's sight.

"Didn't I just deliver a bottle before?" Xue Mo frowned slightly and looked at the desk in the room. On the desk, there was the red ink that was just delivered yesterday.

At least in theory, it should be so.

"Wait!" Xue Mo's eyes widened suddenly.

The ink on the table is gone!

"What's going on?" Xue Mo frowned and stared at the desk. If I remembered correctly, the ink should be there!

"Meow?" Maomao seemed to have heard the sound from the living room and quietly appeared at the door of the bedroom: "Meow~"

"It's okay, it's okay." Xue Mo put the express delivery in his hand on the desk, walked over and rubbed Maomao's head: "Be good, nothing happened, are you hungry? I'll make you something to eat."

"Meow~" Maomao shook his head gently, still looking at Xue Mo in confusion.

"It's really okay." Xue Mo shook his head, but his eyes still unconsciously looked at the table: "Why, the ink disappeared?"

...

In a flash, when Xue Mo opened his eyes again, it was already evening.

"Damn! I watched Doushou short videos all afternoon and didn't write anything!" Xue Mo scratched his head with great regret, looking at the empty... No, it should be said that the clean computer screen, fell into deep thought.

"Why?"

"I clearly feel like I didn't do anything?"

"I think I only watched the video for more than ten minutes?"

"Meow..." A slight cat cry awakened Xue Mo who was blaming himself.

"Forget it, forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore, it's time to write!"

...

"What? Another case happened?!" Director Wang looked at Hu Danian in surprise: "Where? How did she die?"

"Director Wang, I just received a call." Hu Danian nodded breathlessly: "It's the community near the No. 2 Middle School again. A woman died. I heard that she was a teacher at the No. 2 Middle School in Chixin City. Later, she was fired because of her personal style."

"Let's go, call someone!" Director Wang grabbed the hat and put it on his head, but he suddenly stopped at the moment the hat was put on his head: "Wait, did Xue Mo say he wanted to write before? Could it be this case?"

Although he thought so, the case had already happened, and the first priority was to get to the scene as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, Director Wang had to suppress his doubts, quickly put on his police uniform jacket, and walked downstairs.

A few minutes later.

"Director Wang, what are you looking at? Why are you so absorbed in it?" Hu Danian asked while driving.

It's not that he has time to spare, but after experiencing so many murders recently, not only him, but even the residents of Chixin City are a little numb.

For example, the resident who called the police this time was actually eating melon seeds while calling the police!

"I'm reading Xue Mo's novel." Director Wang still didn't take his eyes off the phone screen: "That's not right, why did Xue Mo write a chapter about daily life?"

"Maybe there's nothing to write?" Hu Danian shrugged: "Isn't this a good thing? He gets into trouble every time he writes a book, I think it's better if he doesn't write."

"No." Director Wang shook his head slightly: "If nothing happened, maybe you're right, but now it's happened, and he didn't write it, which means that something worse has happened!"