Who moved my novel?

"Because I don't like doctors." Xue Mo replied casually.

"Ah?" Zhao Feng did not react.

"An apple a day keeps the doctor away." Xue Mo shrugged.

"Haha, Xue Mo, you are quite humorous." Zhao Feng was a little embarrassed. What kind of joke is this? Ancient Egyptian period?

However, Zhao Feng wants to maintain his character and cannot fight back!

"By the way, Xue Mo, you have always said that you were taken away by the police. Is that true? Or are you deliberately setting up a persona?" Finally, Zhao Feng brought the topic to the main topic.

"It's true." Xue Mo spread his hands helplessly: "It's happened several times, but it's okay later. I was invited to be a consultant, not arrested."

"Consultant, you are so awesome!" Zhao Feng raised his hand and said, "I admire you, but this is too coincidental. Those incidents really have nothing to do with you?"

"Of course it doesn't matter. If I had that ability, why would I be writing novels?"

"What? Do you look down on my big internet writer?" Zhao Feng joked, and then changed the topic: "But it's true, you don't have the power to tie a chicken, and it doesn't look like you can kill people."

"Yeah." Xue Mo shrugged helplessly.

"But why is it such a coincidence? How did you write your book? It couldn't be that you witnessed the murder scene, right? Clairvoyance or something."

"I dreamed about it. I said it in the group before." Xue Mo said while eating an apple: "Every night I dream about the plot I want to write the next day, so I can't even save the manuscript."

"Really?" Zhao Feng showed a surprised expression: "Doesn't that mean you have the ability to predict the future?"

"Actually, I have thought about this possibility." Xue Mo shook his head: "But I can't predict other things at all. I can only see the plot in my dream."

…

"Team Wang, the data has been sorted out." Xiao Sun handed the folder in his hand to Team Wang.

"Let me take a look." Captain Wang took the folder and looked at it solemnly.

This is the reading status of the blood-ink novels that he asked Xiao Sun to help and obtained through the Provincial Public Security Department.

However, it is not trial reading or follow-up reading, those things are all begged by Xue Mo on his knees orz.

"Team Wang, according to Tower Reading's backend data, there were twelve IDs who read this novel before those incidents occurred, and six of them were in our Chixin City."

"Have you found the account owners of these accounts?" Captain Wang asked while flipping through the pages.

"Well, four of them are registered users who have undergone real-name authentication, and two of them are guest accounts. One locates the user's address based on the IP address, and the other is more troublesome and is in an Internet cafe."

"Except for the IP address of the Internet cafe, two of the other five are middle school students. If the mobile phones are carried by them, they can basically be ruled out."

"Students?" Captain Wang frowned: "Aren't minors now restricted from using entertainment software?"

"Team King..." Xiao Sun said with some embarrassment: "Restrict games, not novels, give minors a way to survive!"

"Sorry, I misremembered it. Are there any other clues?" Captain Wang pointed to the file: "I see that this ID has been specially circled. Is there anything special about it?"

"This is Dong Peng's account." Xiao Sun looked a little strange: "I didn't expect that he is also a reader of blood and ink."

"Dong Peng?" Captain Wang frowned.

Dong Peng's suspicion is getting bigger and bigger, but the timing of the incident...

Could it be that I missed something? Or are those family members lying?

"And this, what's going on with this one painted in red?" Captain Wang put aside Dong Peng's matters for the time being, and pointed to another ID called "Muyu Xiefeng".

"Uh, this... haha." Xiao Sun felt even more embarrassed when he mentioned this ID: "Wang Captain, this is Zhao Feng's account, and he is also the talker of Blood Ink Novel."

"Zhao Feng? Why does he also read Xuemo novels?" Captain Wang raised his eyebrows.

"Maybe it's to find evidence." Xiao Sun guessed.

"Yeah." Captain Wang nodded.

It seems that this is the only explanation that is more reasonable.

"Oh, by the way, what do you mean by what you just said?" Captain Wang asked casually.

"The talker is the person who helps the author manage comments in each novel. He is known as the emperor of the comments section." Xiao Sun explained in detail.

"Well, let's see if anyone among our people can be a talker. Also, we need to join the group of Xue Mo. Let's all join in and pay attention to what's going on inside. The murderer is probably in there. ”

"Okay." Xiao Sun nodded: "Are there any other arrangements? Team Wang?"

"Um, what's the group number? I forgot." Team Wang took out his cell phone and asked.

"751987376, Captain Wang, let me help you lose." Xiao Sun took Captain Wang's mobile phone and operated it skillfully.

…

"One, you are getting sleepy."

"Two, you feel like your upper eyelids are about to stick to your lower eyelids."

"three,……"

"Seven, you have fallen into a deep sleep now. You can hear my voice and understand what I mean, but you will remain asleep until I wake you up."

"From today on, your name is Xue Mo and you are an author."

Xue Mo stood in front of a mirror.

In the mirror, a man who looked exactly like him was talking to him.

"You are cowardly, mediocre, and boring. You don't even dare to confront those who have hurt you. You are lazy and easily swayed. Although you are safe, you are spurned by your friends and family."

"But you are a good author, you can describe what you think very well."

"You are very good to readers, you will patiently like every reader who leaves a message, you will reply to the well-written comments, and you will reward the reputation for useful comments."

"..."

"Who are you!" Xue Mo looked at the "self" who was talking in the mirror, struggling desperately, trying to leave the mirror.

But no matter how hard he tried, Xue Mo could not leave the mirror half a step.

"Bang! Bang!" Xue Mo hit the mirror hard, trying to drive the person in the mirror away.

"When you see..."

However, the person in the mirror was still talking, not affected at all.

"Who are you? Who are you!" Xue Mo leaned his body back as much as possible, curled up in the corner of the "wall" that he could not see.

"When I count from seven to one, you will gradually wake up."

"Seven, your consciousness begins to return to the body, and you can feel the situation of the body."

"Six, you feel your weight begins to return..."

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Xue Mo stood up again and began to hammer the mirror with greater force.

"Three, you can start to hear the sounds around you..."

"Bang! Bang!" Blood Mo's hands were already oozing with blood.

"One, you are fully awake..."

"Bang!" A heavy punch was thrown, and the mirror shattered, and the "Blood Mo" in the mirror disappeared.

"Huh..." Xue Mo breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to leave.

"Why? Why!" Xue Mo was horrified to find that even though he had broken the mirror, he still couldn't leave the mirror.

Darkness gradually enveloped.