Who moved my novel?

"Xue Mo, Xue Mo." Xue Mo's voice sounded: "How could you do such a thing? Xue Mo."

Xue Mo muttered to himself while correcting the text.

"How could you publish something other than the outline? And you also published a chapter of daily life!" Xue Mo seemed a little angry: "You are like this, what should I do? What should I do with you?"

"Dingle bell!" The doorbell rang, interrupting Xue Mo's soliloquy.

"Who is it?" Xue Mo asked as he walked towards the door, but he was wary in his heart.

Among all the people I know, no one has the habit of ringing the doorbell. Even Zhao Feng, a young man from the capital, is used to banging on the door without a care in the world.

"Hello, does Mr. Blood Mo live here?" A man's voice came from outside the door.

"Yes, I am. What can I do for you?" Xue Mo asked, leaning against the door cautiously and listening carefully to the sounds outside.

"Hello, Mr. Xuemo, I am the courier of Nantong Express. I have a parcel for you." The man outside the door spoke in a calm tone, as if he was completing the process.

"My express delivery?" Xue Mo looked out of the peephole in confusion: "I haven't bought anything recently."

"Maybe it was mailed to you by someone else." The man probably guessed that Xue Mo would look out of the peephole, and deliberately stood farther away, holding an envelope in his hand in front of his chest: "It's just an envelope, who could it be?" A postcard or letter sent to you.”

"Is there a sender?" Xue Mo asked with a slight frown.

"The sender is also you." The courier outside the door also seemed a little confused: "Could someone use your ID card to mail it to you?"

"Is the sender also me?" Xue Mo raised his eyebrows, and was a little confused for a moment.

"Mr. Xuemo, how about you open the door to sign for it and take a look at it later?" The courier guy at the door seemed a little anxious: "Don't worry, our Nantong Express is generally prohibited from transporting dangerous goods. It won't be Explosives and stuff like that.”

"Well..." Xue Mo hesitated for a moment and finally opened the door.

"Hello, sir, just sign here." The courier guy took out a courier note with a smile: "Don't worry, the other party paid the postage."

"Okay." Xue Mo nodded, signed his name in that position, then picked up the strange letter and opened it slowly.

#DearXX,

#It is inconvenient to mention your name, but I hope Haihan.

#I am Xuemo, you know.

#I have no other meaning in writing today. First, I want to apologize to you for disrupting your plans. I am really sorry.

#Second, I want to say goodbye to you. I will go to a distant place and may never come back again.

#Ah, of course, I will finish my creation before I leave.

Later, the writing on the paper was changed to another type.

#Are you angry?

#Yeah, right?

#You're angry, right?

#AWESOME!

…

"Uncle, are you really going to do this?" Yi Yi sat in the passenger seat and looked helplessly at Dong Peng: "Can't you just stay here all night?"

Originally he thought Dong Peng was just talking, but he never expected that Dong Peng actually meant what he said and sent him back to school as he said.

"No." Dong Peng resolutely refused Yiyi's small request: "You have to leave for a few days... you have to go back to school!"

"But..." Dong Yiyi was a little panicked and glanced around unconsciously: "But, uncle, the school is not open yet, and the teachers are not here either!"

"It doesn't matter. I will find a way to send you in. Anyway, I was looking for someone to send you to this school at that time. I'm not afraid of finding someone again." Dong Peng was not worried about this.

"No, no, no!" Yiyi quickly waved his hands: "Well, uncle, how about this? You put me at the bus station and I take the bus back by myself."

"No." Dong Peng refused again: "The bus is too slow, and there are many people on the bus, so it is unsafe."

"No, no, no." Dong Yiyi was completely panicked this time: "Uncle, I think the bus is good. Think about it, you have to drive back by yourself to take me back. It will take at least four or five hours. Time, and it’s night again, how dangerous it is! If I..."

…

"Dear, Mr. Wang."

The phone rang again, this time it was Zhao Feng's cell phone.

"Tell me." Director Wang simply didn't bother talking nonsense this time and said directly: "What's the matter?"

"Have you found the mobile phone I left in the hospital?" The familiar voice came from the other side of the phone: "It seems that you have not found it. It is a pity that important clues were wasted. However, you are very smart. Got another clue from me. So, want a new clue?"

"..." Wang Ju didn't speak, quietly waiting for the other party to say.

"Oops, this is not good." Another exaggerated and weird laughter came from the other side of the phone: "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Wang Bureau, if you can't get the clues yourself, then you have to ask me to give them to you. , So, do you want to ask me to give it a try?”

"I will find clues myself." Wang Ju said in a cold voice.

"Okay, okay, if that's the case, then I... let me tell you." The person on the other side of the phone chose to tell the clue: "The next clue is in the hands of your Zhou Bureau, go and take a look. Bar!"

"What, Zhou Ju?!" Wang Ju felt the hairs on his body stand up when he heard Zhou Ju's name.

"Let's go! Let's go find Director Zhou now!" Without even having time to investigate the phone call, Director Wang led his men to the inpatient department: "Director Zhou may be in danger!"

"Hehehe!" While Director Wang was running, no one heard the man's voice coming from the phone again: "I'll tell you in secret, that thing is a gift I sent to Director Zhou!"