Who moved my novel?

"Officer Wang." Xue Mo greeted Wang Zhenhua: "Long time no see."

"Yes." Wang Zhenhua nodded: "Come this far to eat?"

"Yes, I will never forget the taste of this canteen." Xue Mo nodded.

"It's a pity that it doesn't have the original taste now." Wang Zhenhua said with regret.

"What's wrong?" Xue Mo asked doubtfully.

"You didn't eat it? The taste is different." Wang Zhenhua asked as he stuffed a steamed dumpling into his mouth.

"There are indeed some differences." Xue Mo nodded: "Changed the chef?"

"Yes." Wang Zhenhua nodded and said with some regret: "The previous boss was killed by the kitchen assistant."

"Ah?" Xue Mo was stunned for a moment: "What's wrong, Brother Wang? Have you also switched to writing novels?"

"Huh?" Wang Zhenhua reacted for a moment before he understood what Xue Mo meant and shook his head: "I'm not joking or telling a story. This is the truth."

"What's going on? Can you tell me in detail?" Xue Mo became interested.

"What do you want to do?" Wang Zhenhua became alert: "I'm telling you, although this piece of paper is already knotted, don't write randomly!"

"Hehe." Xue Mo scratched his head in embarrassment when he was struck by his thoughts: "Then I won't write. I'll look for inspiration."

"No, no, don't tell me." Wang Zhenhua waved his hands repeatedly.

"Come on, brother Wang, I'll give you a chicken drumstick!" Xue Mo said and gave Wang Zhenhua the big drumstick on his plate.

Unable to endure the hard work and "bribery" of blood and ink, Wang Zhenhua finally opened his mouth while chewing on the chicken leg.

"We were eating here that day, drinking beer, singing songs, playing skewers and bragging, and with a sound of 'Dang!', the Zen staff rang!"

"We looked towards the door and saw that..."

…

Speaking of which, Wang Zhenhua's eloquence is pretty good. He described the experience that day vividly. The most valuable thing is that he remembers the details very clearly.

"F*ck!" Wang Zhenhua suddenly shouted as he was talking, picked up his bag and stood up: "Xue Mo, let's talk later, I have an appointment, it's too late!"

"Oh, Brother Wang, I haven't finished speaking yet!" Before Xue Mo finished speaking, he saw Wang Zhenhua disappearing at the door of the cafeteria.

"He who doesn't know is not guilty..." Xue Mo shook his head and looked in the direction of the bathroom: "What is the origin of this monk?"

…

"Amitabha!" The monk bowed respectfully: "Donor, I'm sorry to bother you!"

"Don't bother me, this master is... alms?" Dong Peng asked, looking at the monk in front of him.

"No." The monk smiled and said, "Can this benefactor please let the young monk go in and rest for a while?"

"Uh... ok." Dong Peng nodded: "Please come in."

After saying that, Dong Peng brought the monk into his house.

"Master, please sit down for a moment. I'll get you a glass of water." Dong Peng took the monk to the living room and asked him to sit on the sofa, while he went to the kitchen and poured him a glass of water.

"Thank you, donor." The monk nodded in thanks, took the cup, took a sip of water, and asked calmly, "Isn't it a breach of the precept to drink this water from the donor?"

"Master, what kind of joke are you kidding?" Dong Peng smiled and changed the topic: "Master, you didn't come here just to drink some water, right?"

"Of course," the monk nodded and said straight to the point, "I would like to ask the donor for a favor."

"You are joking." Dong Peng smiled and shook his head: "As an ordinary person, how can I help you?"

"If the donor is willing to help, I can help the donor resolve a period of karma."

"I don't have that ability. Besides, I don't have any cause and effect that I need your help to solve." Dong Peng poured himself a glass of water and took a sip: "After all, I don't have the immortal skills like you."

"Alas." The monk sighed: "It seems that the donor is not willing to help?"

"There is really nothing we can do." Dong Peng said very sincerely.

"The donor didn't even ask anything but just said there was nothing he could do. Doesn't this mean he doesn't want to help?" The monk pointed out Dong Peng directly.

"Now that the master has heard it, he still refuses to forgive me. Isn't this a way of forcing someone to do something difficult?" Dong Peng also refused to give in.

"Hahaha." The monk suddenly laughed: "Forget it, the monk will not play riddles with the donor. Can the donor help the monk find someone?"

"No." Dong Peng refused without thinking.

"Why?"

"No why, do you need a reason why I don't help you?"

"No need." The monk nodded: "Let's do this, donor. Let's compete. If I win, the donor can help me once. How about that?"

"No comparison." Dong Peng shook his head.

"Donor, don't refuse in a hurry. I haven't said what if the benefactor wins."

"I don't want to know." Dong Peng shook his head again.

"Okay." The monk seemed to have given up when he saw that Dong Peng was not making any progress. He sighed and stood up: "Since the donor insists on refusing, then there is no need to keep some clues about Zhu Bureau that I have... ”

"Wait a minute." Dong Peng stopped the monk: "You said you have clues about Zhu Ju...?"

"Yes, one of my friends just happened to have a clue about other people in his tradition, together..." The monk turned his back to Dong Peng and raised the corners of his mouth.

"..." Dong Peng was silent for a moment: "Okay, what do you want me to do?"

"Find someone for me." The monk smiled and turned around: "I can give you the information as a reward first. After all, Director Zhu is also one of our targets."

"Who are you looking for?" Dong Peng didn't agree in a hurry.

"All living beings use blood to grind ink." The monk slowly emphasized the five words.

"Xue Mo?" Dong Peng frowned: "Why are you looking for him? Besides, it's not difficult for you to find him, why do you have to go through me?"

"Because I'm not looking for him, but his brother. Unfortunately, this Xue Mo has a bad relationship with his family, and my friend can't persuade him to find his family." The monk seemed helpless.

"You are such a weird monk." Dong Peng frowned: "If you want to find his brother, just go find him directly, why do you have to go through Xue Mo?"

"It's a long story." The monk shook his head: "To put it simply, only Xue Mo can find his brother, but my friend went to find Xue Mo and was rejected."

"If you can't persuade me, I will..." Dong Peng frowned and wanted to refuse.

"Don't rush to refuse." The monk interrupted Dong Peng: "The donor has a close relationship with Xue Mo. I think he will agree if you come forward."

"Well..." Dong Peng weighed the pros and cons, tapped the table with his fingers, and slowly said: "I can try, but should you also ask me who your mysterious friend is?"

"Then I will take it as the donor's agreement?" The monk smiled knowingly: "Brother Liu, come in, he agreed."

The door that had been locked opened, and Old Liu, wearing a cloak, slowly walked in from outside the door.