Who moved my novel?

"Xue Mo, is your recent writing a little watery?" Zhao Feng took the opportunity to read Xue Mo's novel, and then sent a message to Xue Mo: "Some descriptions are not detailed enough. If I didn't know you wrote it yourself, I would even think you asked someone to write it for you."

"My royalties are not enough, please write for me, thank you." Xue Mo quickly replied: "Recently... there have been some minor problems, so my writing may not be very good."

"Minor problems?" Zhao Feng frowned slightly, and quickly typed another line on his phone: "Is it serious? Do you need help?"

"Not serious, you may not be able to help." Xue Mo's answer was very concise, and he didn't have the feeling of liking to communicate with Zhao Feng before.

"That's good." Zhao Feng didn't dwell on this matter. After all, although he said he was reading novels in his spare time, he actually had a mission. After organizing his words a bit, Zhao Feng continued to ask: "Have you written another case recently?"

"When have I not written a case?"

"I mean, you recently wrote about this cave murder case." Zhao Feng also asked directly: "What do you think about this case?"

"This case." Xue Mo thought for a while: "This case is what I dreamed about recently. The deceased is a murderer who has killed many people, but he has been evading legal sanctions because of his identity advantage."

"You know so much?" Zhao Feng was a little surprised.

Because Xue Mo's dreams before were either about the situation when the case occurred, or about the surrounding environment, this time it was the first time to dream about the identity of the deceased.

"I don't know why, but the recent dreams have become more comprehensive and clearer." Xue Mo's message came after a long time: "Why don't you come over and tell me? I have typed enough words every day and don't want to type anymore."

"Okay!" Zhao Feng didn't hesitate, replied "Okay" and started the car and drove towards Xue Mo's house.

After about five minutes, the car stopped steadily at the door of Xue Mo's house.

"Knock knock knock!" There was a knock on the door.

"You, so soon?" Xue Mo opened the door and looked at Zhao Feng at the door with some confusion.

"Well, I happened to be investigating a case nearby." Zhao Feng nodded.

"Come in first and talk about it." Xue Mo asked while inviting Zhao Feng into the house: "Investigating a case nearby? What happened?"

"An old man in his sixties was killed in a cave." Zhao Feng paused here because he unexpectedly found that many things in Xue Mo's house were missing: "Xue Mo, are there many things missing from your house? Were they robbed?"

"No." Xue Mo shook his head: "Just moving, everything is put away."

"Moving?" Zhao Feng looked at Xue Mo in confusion: "Why do you want to move suddenly? Where are you moving to?"

"It's not sudden, or in fact, it has been delayed for a long time." Xue Mo didn't continue to talk about this Instead of talking about the matter, he brought the topic back to the case: "You just said someone died in the cave? Could it be..."

"Yeah." Zhao Feng nodded: "Yes, it's the same as what you wrote in your novel."

"Sit down first." Xue Mo pointed to the sofa, without much surprise on his face: "I'll go make tea."

"You don't seem surprised at all?"

"Surprised?" Xue Mo looked at Zhao Feng in surprise: "How can I be surprised? In a few months, first the police station, then the public security bureau, now I am half a public security person."

"That's true." Zhao Feng nodded. Indeed, they were not surprised by such things. It was normal for Xue Mo to get used to it.

"I'm sorry, the black tea cans have been put away, only green tea is left." Xue Mo brought out two cups of green tea apologetically: "Just drink it."

"Okay." Zhao Feng nodded, but he didn't care about it.

Speaking of tea, it's not his hobby. Good or bad, black tea or green tea, it doesn't have a particularly big impact.

Moreover, when it comes to good tea, how can the tea here at Xue Mo compare with his father's collection?

"Continue to tell me about the eucalyptus." Zhao Feng took a sip of tea and put the teacup on the table: "Xue Mo, you said you dreamed of a lot of things this time, tell me in detail."

"Okay." Xue Mo nodded and sat opposite Zhao Feng: "This time's eucalyptus, in fact, can't be said to be particularly rare, more should be said to be weird."

"Weird?" Zhao Feng was immediately attracted by the word Xue Mo.

"Yeah, weird." Xue Mo nodded: "The murderer killed the deceased with a knife, but did not kill the deceased directly, but pierced the deceased's heart and gave the deceased a long time to struggle. The deceased even used this time to call the police."

"Yeah." Zhao Feng raised his eyebrows: "Continue."

This point of Xue Mo's is also the most unusual part of the case so far.

Normal people would definitely kill directly, but this time they actually left the deceased time to call the police, as if they wanted to deliberately let the police know in this way.

"Okay." Xue Mo nodded: "After piercing the victim's heart, the murderer did not leave immediately, nor did he finish off the victim. Instead, he chatted with the victim on the spot, talking about the victim's past, the victim's sins, and even what tribute the victim wanted after death."

"So much?" Zhao Feng frowned slightly: "Did you hear it all?"

"I heard it all in my dream." Xue Mo nodded, without denying it.

"Speak."

"I have already mentioned the identity of the deceased, so I won't repeat it. He has killed dozens of people and committed other crimes. Except for his own poor health, he can be said to have done all kinds of evil." Xue Mo thought for a while and continued, "In addition, there are tributes. The deceased said that he likes leeks and hopes that his grave will be planted with wild leeks after his death, and it would be best if a mulberry tree is planted."

"It's a bit of a strange request." Zhao Feng nodded: "Then what?"