Who moved my novel?

"What is this?" Director Wang opened the express and was stunned for a moment.

The box was full of blue, with several neatly stacked notebooks, no, it should be said that a stack of notebooks.

"What is this?" Director Wang looked at the notebook with a blue pattern on it in confusion, and fell into deep thought for a while.

This pattern had been seen in the deceased's mobile phone before. It seemed to be a symbol of the mastermind behind the scenes, but... it seemed a bit childish?

"Director Wang, it seems to be some notebooks." A policeman looked at it for a long time and said: "It was tested just now, and there is no gunpowder."

"Strange." Director Wang shook his head, still not understanding the other party's purpose.

...

"Knock knock knock!" The door of Xue Mo's house was suddenly knocked.

"Huh?" Xue Mo was stunned for a moment. Who could it be at this time?

Thinking of this, Xue Mo walked to the door and opened it.

"Officer Erfeng?" Looking at the person in front of him, Xue Mo was stunned for a moment, and then quickly let Erfeng in at the door: "Why are you here? Where is Zhao Feng?"

"I came to say goodbye." Erfeng walked to the middle of the living room and sat elegantly on the sofa: "I am very happy to meet you friends in Chixin City. Now I have to leave. I don't know if I will have the chance to meet you in the future, so I came here... to see you again."

"You are leaving?" Xue Mo was stunned for a moment, and then nodded: "That's right, it was said in the news this morning that the case has been solved by you, and the murderer Dong Peng is dead. You should really leave."

"Yeah." Erfeng nodded: "I was originally sent by Zhao Feng to supervise Zhao Feng. I originally had other work. Now that the things here are resolved, I should leave naturally."

"So, Zhao Feng is leaving too?"

"No, he hasn't confirmed yet." Erfeng shook her head: "Maybe he will stay in Chixin City for a while."

"But didn't you say you were here to monitor him?" Xue Mo asked puzzledly.

"Well, originally." Erfeng nodded: "But after this period of time, Zhao Feng has become much more mature and stable than before, and his father is finally willing to let go a little."

"Is that so." Xuemo nodded, and suddenly realized that he had not poured water yet, and hurriedly asked: "What to drink? Everything at home has been moved away, so I can't make tea, but I just bought Coke and orange juice."

"No need." Erfeng shook her head: "I have many friends to meet, and I can't stay too long, this is for you."

After that, Erfeng took out a box from her bag and handed it to Xuemo.

"What is this?" Xuemo looked at Erfeng in confusion, not knowing what she meant by this.

"It's just a small gift." Erfeng said with a smile: "I think you will like it."

"How can I be so embarrassed?" Xuemo scratched his head embarrassedly: "You came too suddenly, I didn't prepare a return gift."

"No need to return a gift to me, this is just a souvenir for you, why do you return a gift to me?" Erfeng thought about it and said again: "Don't you want to open it and take a look?"

"Ah?" Xuemo looked at Erfeng with some surprise. Generally, gifts are not opened in front of people. At least most people in Chixin City don't have this habit.

"After all, I prepared it specially, so..."

"Then I open it and take a look?" Xuemo looked at Erfeng and asked with a blink.

"Yeah." Erfeng nodded: "Open it quickly and see if you like it."

"Okay." Xuemo nodded and opened the box.

...

"Are you still here?" In the dark space under the ice, a figure trapped in the ice looked out of the ice indifferently, and there was a boy sitting there thinking about something.

"Yeah." The boy nodded: "I'm thinking about how to get out."

"Give up." Xue Mo in the ice shook his head and sighed: "You can't get out, just like I can't get out."

"You...?" The boy looked at the man in the ice, then bit his lip, suddenly stood up and said: "Forget it, I'll send you away."

"Send me away? Where to send me?" Xue Mo in the ice smiled helplessly: "Where else can I go? I can't leave here, just like you can't leave. Our lives are like parts in a machine. The moment we were created, we were given a fixed meaning, and now, the meaning is gone. Naturally, I am locked in this flesh and blood machine. Escape is also death."

"No." The boy shook his head: "I once thought you had nowhere to go, but there was a person who succeeded, or was succeeded. He wants to come back now but can't, but it is undeniable that he went out."

"Really?" Xue Mo looked at the boy in surprise. In that moment, a strange look flashed in his originally gray eyes.

"Really." The boy nodded: "Since I can't get out, let me use my last bit of strength to send you off. Listen, next..."

The boy was about to arrange what Xue Mo was going to do, when suddenly, a huge sphere appeared above the ice and snow world.

No, it shouldn't be said to be above the ice and snow world, it should be said to be above the entire dark space.

In that sphere, dots of light flickered, like the starry sky at night, and like broken glass.

"Here it comes!" The boy suddenly became excited: "Xue Mo, look, the opportunity is here!"

"What is this?" Xue Mo also looked up at the sky in surprise. That thing seemed to have a special feeling.

“I set up this foreshadowing.” The boy raised his confident smile, then turned to look at the blood ink in the ice: “Come on, blood ink, I thought I would have to use my last bit of strength to get it to you, but now it seems that we still have other chances.”