Who moved my novel?

"What happened here?" Xue Mo looked at the policemen guarding the door in confusion.

The police were controlling him just now and he didn't dare to move, but now those people are gone, leaving only three or four people guarding a sewer.

"You are Xue Mo." One of the younger policemen saw that no one else responded, so he smiled at Xue Mo and said, "It's nothing, it's just a small incident."

He didn't dare to say what kind of case it was, after all, such undisclosed things were still classified.

"Did you arrest Dong Peng again just now?" Xue Mo frowned slightly: "What happened to him?"

"This..." The little policeman hesitated.

"What are we talking about?" Just when he was in a dilemma, a majestic voice came: "Young, aren't these the Blood Ink Brothers!"

"Captain Hu!" Xue Mo looked at the visitor, a little surprised: "You didn't follow?"

Hu Danian is now Wang Ju's right-hand man. Logically speaking, he shouldn't be arrested without him.

"I want to go too!" Hu Danian sighed with some pity: "What a pity, don't I have to protect you!"

After saying that, Hu Danian looked at Xue Mo helplessly, and his look made Xue Mo feel that he might be a little redundant.

"Protect me?" Xue Mo pointed to himself with some embarrassment: "Protect me for what? I am an adult and I don't need your protection."

"No." Hu Danian shook his head firmly. Although he didn't like this task, he knew the importance of it.

"Why?" Xue Mo frowned slightly: "What can I protect?"

"You may be murdered." Hu Danian did not hide it.

"Murder?" Xue Mo was stunned: "It's impossible, who would murder me? Besides, even if it's murder, can't I just call the police when the time comes? The worst I can do is live in your city bureau!"

"It's too late." Seeing Xue Mo's indifferent expression, Hu Danian shook his head: "With so many people killed, who did you see avoiding them?"

"This..." Xue Mo had to admit this. After all, murder is a matter of mental calculation or unintentional. It is indeed difficult to guard against it. You may not even have a chance to call the police, but... Xue Mo shook his head slightly: " But who will care about me? I have no grudges with anyone, and I haven’t done anything harmful to God.”

"But you may have important clues." Hu Danian looked at Xue Mo seriously: "Xue Mo, do you know how your dream of predicting the future came from?"

"Dream?" Xue Mo was stunned when he heard this: "Of course it came out while sleeping. What's wrong? Do you suspect that I am lying?"

"No." Hu Danian shook his head: "In fact, it's the opposite. We now fully believe that you dreamed about those things."

"Then why do you still mention this?" Xue Mo frowned: "You want me to stop writing this novel again?"

"This is..."

"Okay, okay." Xue Mo directly raised his hand and interrupted Hu Danian: "You don't need to persuade me. In fact, my novel is nearing the end. It will be finished in at most ten days, so you should Is there no problem?"

"Xuemo, you misunderstood. We have no objection if you want to continue writing." Hu Danian shook his head: "Actually, we have found the reason why you have those dreams, so we don't worry about your novel anymore."

"The reason?" Xue Mo was stunned: "What reason?"

"Actually... you were hypnotized." Hu Danian hesitated for a moment, and then told everything.

This was the most talked-about time between Hu Danian and Xue Mo, and it was also the most harmonious time between the two of them so far.

There was no more vigilance and prejudice in Hu Danian's eyes. What was left was only sympathy for a person being taken advantage of and pity for the weak.

"It turns out... is that so..." Xue Mo was slightly depressed after hearing Hu Danian's words: "So those dreams... are all fake..."

"Yes." Hu Danian nodded and sighed: "Xuemo, I know you are disappointed now. This kind of thing would be uncomfortable for anyone, but you don't have to worry too much. I think you can write your own novel. Very well written, relying on those dreams for necessity.”

"Write it yourself?" Xue Mo raised his head slightly and looked at the sky: "Maybe, but can I really write such an article?"

…

"Zhao Feng, turn left!" Director Wang directed the overall situation while driving the pursuer's strange car.

"Yes, Wang Bureau!" Zhao Feng replied, and then he rode his motorcycle and rushed to a small alley next to him.

It's a coincidence. If this incident happened elsewhere, Zhao Feng would really have no means of transportation. However, this place happened to be the Xuemo family, where Zhao Feng had lived for a long time. That motorcycle had not been used since before. Since then it has been placed in a nearby warehouse.

"Bureau Wang, Bureau Wang, it has been confirmed that there is no driver in the car! I repeat, there is no driver in the car!" Bureau Wang's intercom rang, but he did get some not-so-good news.

"No driver?" Wang Ju was stunned.

Could it be that this car can still drive by itself?

"Wang Ju, it's driverless technology!" Erfeng, who was next to Wang Ju, immediately explained.

In fact, driverless driving has been around for some time, but it has never been seen in a small place like Chixin City, so in Wang Bureau's concept, it is still in the research and development stage.

"Yes." Wang Ju nodded after hearing Erfeng's words.

Although he didn't know how far driverless cars had developed, since Erfeng said it was possible, it should be correct.

"Director Wang!" Zhao Feng's anxious voice suddenly came from Director Wang's phone: "Director Wang! Stop him quickly, there's a school ahead!"