Who moved my novel?

"In other words, you changed the type according to the editor's request?" Zhao Feng confirmed again.

"Yeah, otherwise I wouldn't want to change it. Supernatural things are really difficult to write!" Xue Mo complained.

"Okay." Zhao Feng nodded: "Come on, I won't disturb you anymore."

"Okay, come and play when you have time, before I move."

"Moving?" Xue Mo mentioned moving twice, which reminded Zhao Feng that he was packing things when he went to Xue Mo's house before.

"right."

"Do you need help?" Zhao Feng asked kindly: "Are we short of manpower?"

"It's okay." Xue Mo decisively rejected Zhao Feng's kindness: "I asked the moving company to help. I shouldn't have to do it myself."

"Oh, well, then you should be busy first and wait until I have time to go over and take a look."

After Zhao Feng finished speaking, he hung up the phone after saying a few more polite words.

"Huh..." Zhao Feng let out a long sigh of relief after putting down his cell phone, and said in a rather excited tone: "Er Feng! Wang Ju! Xue Mo will no longer write about murder in the future!"

"Good news." Wang Ju also breathed a sigh of relief.

Regardless of whether the text written in blood and ink was the factor that caused the incident, at least now there is no such troubling factor.

"I'll just tell you." Erfeng smiled proudly: "Zhao Feng, how about it? I'm right, he doesn't have any big conspiracy."

"Yes." Zhao Feng nodded: "You win this time."

"Huh?" Erfeng was a little surprised: "I thought you were good at talking."

"I'm in a good mood, no more fighting." Zhao Feng shook his head: "Maybe there will be no more eucalyptus in the future. Let's get rid of the previous eucalyptus first. Maybe we can rest."

"Buzz..." As soon as he said this, Zhao Feng's cell phone rang.

"Whose phone number is this?" Zhao Feng took out his phone, but only saw a series of unfamiliar numbers.

"Pick up and listen." Wang Ju looked at the number and suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Okay." Zhao Feng nodded and answered the phone.

"Hello." Sure enough, Wang Ju's familiar voice came from the other side of the phone.

"You are..." Zhao Feng reacted for a moment, then remembered: "You are the murderer!"

"Hello, Officer Zhao." The person on the phone greeted politely: "How have you been lately?"

"You don't need to know this." Zhao Feng replied angrily.

"Excuse me, is Director Wang here?" The person on the phone didn't seem to care about what Zhao Feng said, and just looked for Director Wang.

"I'm here." Director Wang said, "What's the matter?"

"Wang Ju." The man continued: "Have you seen the gift I gave you?"

"A gift?" Wang Ju reacted for a moment, and then he realized that it was what he mentioned on the phone before that was in the deceased's heart.

"That thing is very important, you must not ignore it." The person on the phone continued.

"That's just a wire..." Wang Ju said and frowned tightly.

"If you don't know what it is, maybe you can ask the owner of the hardware store." The voice on the phone said: "Hahaha, of course, I don't think you can even recognize a piece of wire."

"What the hell is that?"

"Dududu..." A busy tone interrupted Wang Ju's inquiry, and the other party actually hung up the phone.

"..."

"..."

The whole office was quiet.

The slightly excited atmosphere just now disappeared in an instant.

"Ahem." In the end, Director Wang spoke: "No matter what his purpose is, let's go find out what happened to the wire he mentioned."

…

late at night.

"Stop here?" The taxi driver looked at the boy in the passenger seat with confusion.

"Well, just stop here." The young man nodded and took out a banknote from his bag: "Sorry to trouble you."

"It's okay." The driver took the banknotes and asked while looking for change: "Where are you going? There is no other place nearby except a forest."

"Take a walk." The young man replied casually: "I heard that this forest is good, so I wanted to come and have a look."

"It's nothing good." The driver shook his head slightly after hearing this: "It's just an old forest, it's only a few years old, and there's not much to see."

"It's okay." The young man didn't care: "I'll just go in and take a look. If there's nothing there, I'll come out."

"Well, how about I wait for you for a while?" The driver gave the change to the boy: "It's not easy to take a taxi around here."

"Thank you, no need." The young man shook his head: "I may need a little longer."

"Okay then." Seeing that the young man's mental state was quite normal, the driver nodded and allowed the young man to get out of the car.

"Thank you." The boy thanked him again, then closed the car door, no longer looking at the car behind him, but walked deeper into the woods.

"Who is it?" The young man whispered to himself as he walked forward, "Who did it?"

"Who are you?" The boy walked about a hundred meters, and a man in front of him took a flashlight and shined it in this direction: "That boy, what do you do?"

"Hello." The young man stopped and said politely: "I'm here for adventure. Are you too? Can you take me with you?"

"I'm a policeman." The man opposite frowned: "It's not safe around here. Go home quickly!"

"Only dangerous places are suitable for exploration." The boy smiled: "Is it impossible to go in front? Then I'll go to the right."

"Wait!" The policeman saw that the boy was going deeper into the woods, and hurried up to catch up: "That direction is not allowed!"

"This is not allowed, that is not allowed, it seems that there is no prohibition here, right?" The boy stopped and looked at the policeman who was rushing in front of him: "Why don't you let me in?"

"It's not peaceful here recently, or..."

The policeman was explaining, but the next moment he felt dizzy and then lost consciousness.