The little prince said that the stars shine so that everyone can find their own planet one day.

September 25, 2023, midnight. Chile's Acata Desert has ushered in another intoxicating starry night.

The moonlight is like water, and the nebulae are thick. The night sky resembles an endless dome, and even the distant horizon is surrounded by stars.

The sand has residual heat after being exposed to the sun. Ivy lay down on the sand dunes in a large zigzag, staring at the vast sea of stars, looking for the star that belonged to him.

On this day of the year, the swan sign ascends to the middle of the heavens. In the unreachable Milky Way, Cygnus resembles an elegant white swan, spreading its broad wings and bending its slender neck forward, as if it is also looking for a loved one left behind on earth.

Ivy opened her arms to the starry sky, as if she could feel the warm embrace of her lover. She muttered to herself, "Hey, are you okay? I miss you so much." Are you thinking about me, too?"

A meteor streaked across the sky, and it was the tears of a swan.

It's been three years since he left Ivy and went to another planet in the universe, Kepler in the constellation Cygnus, another home that humanity has found in outer space.

"I will wait for you to come back until the last moment of my life. Ivy shouted into the night sky.

For a moment, tears rained down. She knew in her heart that he would never come back......

Five years ago.

Paris, France. 23 rue cardinal, a large mansion built in the Baroque style in the mid-seventeenth century. The building has five floors, and the façade is made of heavy off-white granite, giving it an indestructible feel. The windows of the mansion are decorated with exquisite animal head sculptures and relief patterns, which are solemn and luxurious.

J walks along a narrow, sloping uphill path. He was tall and straight, with a handsome face, and walked with a vigorous gait like a proud stag.

He wears a dark gray checked suit, a double-breasted waistcoat of the same color, and narrow trousers. The dress is cut to bring out the perfect upper body like an hourglass and straight and slender legs.

J stopped in front of the mansion, pushed open the walnut door with brass rivets, and walked briskly into the building. The milky white marble floor underfoot is full of faint halo that has been sharpened by time. The dark brown leather shoes stomped on the ground, making a sonorous sound like a march.

Up the wide spiral staircase to the top floor, he was greeted by a long, cold and narrow hallway. The doors of the rooms on both sides of the corridor were closed, and it was so quiet that there was no trace of popularity.

He walked to the room at the end of the corridor without squinting, his eyes lit with confidence in his eyes.

J slowly turned the brass gilt doorknob and pushed the door into the room. It is a study with light gold velvet wallpaper.

Over the centuries, the rooms have been renovated several times and still retain their antique Baroque style. The cream-white carved wood gilded ceiling, the deep rose Persian carpet, the ornate chandeliers, and the gold velvet sofas embroidered on a green background are reminiscent of the pompous style of the French court in the 17th century.

In the fresco in the center of the ceiling, Mars, the god of war from ancient Roman mythology, is depicted. Dressed in silver armor and armed with a spear of strength, Mars is surrounded by angelic reliefs around him, looking down majestically at the world beneath his feet.

J walked up to the bookshelf with a familiar car, and his leather shoes made a "clucking" sound when he stepped on the old wooden floor. He stretched out his long index finger, and the fingertips slid from left to right over the neatly arranged books on the shelves, stopping at a book with a gilded six-pointed star on the spine.

He pulled the book out and leaned down, aiming his right eye at the gap left on the shelf. After pupil recognition, the three-meter-high bookshelf automatically opens inward at a 45-degree angle like a huge door.

The chamber was empty, windowless, and the walls were painted dark gray. J was standing in the middle of the room. After a few seconds, a 3D holographic projection appears in front of your eyes, with text, video, and photographs in the image.

Immediately after, the voice of the AI robot sounded in the room. She has a sweet voice, and she thinks she is a beauty.

“Aresman J， ici est la tâche， s'il ...... Agent of the God of War, codenamed J, this is your mission, please memorize it. ”

J stared at the screen, and his originally deep and charming black pupils instantly turned golden brown. He quickly scanned the content on the screen, and the text and images on the screen were recorded in his mind as if they were typing into a computer.

"Bon Voyage."

"Au revoir bébé." J brings his index and middle fingers together and taps his pale red lips to give him a flying kiss to the screen.

Two weeks later, China, Zhuhai and Macao.

An ordinary Thursday morning.

"Jumping off the building, someone is going to jump off the building!"

On the deck of the annex of Warwick Building, a middle-aged man with unkempt hair and a depressed expression sits. On the sidewalk below, a tide of spectators gathered around, looking up at the black dot on the tenth floor.

The rapid ringing of the phone woke Ivy from her sleep, and she reached out with sleepy eyes and reached for her phone on the bedside table. The moment she saw the caller ID, she had a thrill, sat up from the bed suddenly, and her mind was instantly clear.

"Hey, Sister Bing. Ivy's voice was still hoarse when she first woke up.

On the other end of the phone, it was a calm and unemotional tone.

"Are you home?"

"In. ”

"On the top floor of Warwick Tower, a man wanted to jump off the building. You immediately take a taxi and rush over, whether you use a mobile phone or a DV machine, be sure to take pictures of the scene, focusing on the scenes where the police come forward to dissuade you, and strive to publish today's noon news. I have asked Yang Xiaochao to take the camera and am on his way to the scene. I will post the man's background information to the work group. ”

The words on the other end of the phone were like machine guns, and without the slightest hesitation, they rushed into Ivy's ears.

"Understood, I'll go right away. Before Ivy could think, a sentence popped out of her mouth.

She hung up the phone, jumped out of bed, grabbed the T-shirt and jeans she had changed out of last night, and quickly put them on. Then he opened the locker, put the spare DV camera in his backpack, put his face full of oil and messy hair, climbed into his white-washed blue canvas shoes, and hurried out of the house.

As a journalist, this is the norm in Ivy's life - keeping her phone open 24 hours a day, and rushing to the scene of the incident when she receives a sudden interview task, whether in her sleep or leisure.

"What we need is the most timely, impactful, and truthful first-hand news" – this is her training.

Today is the day when Ivy takes turns off, and she worked overtime until the early hours of the morning last night, thinking that she could sleep beautifully, but she didn't expect the short-term comfort to be in the soup again.

Half an hour ago, in the conference room of the news channel of Zhuhai and Macao TV, the director, editor-in-chief, chief reporter, and editor on duty sat around the table as usual to carry out the topic selection planning meeting of the day.

The daily goal of this group of people seems to be a single and clear, to produce a news program at a specified time and for a specified length to ensure that it is safely broadcast on television. However, the job itself contains infinite excitement, news happens all the time, and for a journalist, he never knows what he will face in the next second.

It was the turn of chief reporter Bai Bing to speak. She was in her forties, with a serious expression, sharp eyes, and short fluffy hair that modified her slightly protruding cheekbones.

Bai Bing is the head of the social news department and the only woman in the chief reporter. She has been in the industry for fifteen years and is considered an old news person.

She held the topic list in her hand and briefly described the topic selected by the Minsheng News Group today, "Today we will continue to focus on the news of the stock market and launch the third issue of in-depth reporting - what does margin financing and securities lending business bring to Chinese investors?"

This summer, in less than a month, the Shanghai Composite Index plummeted by a third, and thousands of stocks continued to fall every day. A large number of small and medium-sized shareholders who were originally safe and self-contained have lost their capital and even incurred debts due to the use of the nascent margin financing and securities lending business.

Editor-in-chief Wu Youwei sat on a chair and regularly touched the string of shiny rosewood beads in his hand. The corners of his mouth drooped, his brow furrowed, and he stared at the word "stock market" on the selection list.

As soon as he mentioned the stock market, Wu Youwei's bones began to hurt, and he didn't listen to a word of what Bai Bing beside him said. In just a few months, his mood and savings over the years fell from the peak to the bottom in an instant like a jumping machine.

Fortunately, he was held down by his wife and did not open the newly baked leveraged business. Many of his friends around him have the mentality of "giving it a go" and use financing leverage, losing hundreds of thousands of dollars at least and tens of millions at most.

Wu Youwei involuntarily glanced at his phone, it was only eight forty. Last night, the China Securities Regulatory Commission released new good news, and I don't know what kind of performance the stock market will have today. In the past month, at 9:30 every morning, it is like a cursed threshold for stockholders, as long as they cross it, it will be another peeling cramp.

At the end of the daily meeting, Liu Jianyong, director of the news department, made a final summary statement, and the lines were like a day for ten years, "All posts will be started and the meeting will be dismissed." ”

"Wait. Fan Jingjing, the editor on duty, stared at his phone with wide eyes, "Someone in the circle of friends posted a picture that there was a man on the roof of Warwick Building who wanted to jump off the building, and it was said that he was a bank clerk, as if he owed a lot of money because of stock speculation." ”

Wu Youwei sighed in his heart, and let out a soft breath, giving birth to a little sympathy.

Bai Bing took the mobile phone handed over by Fan Jingjing, quickly glanced at it, there was a picture and the truth, she looked at Liu Jianyong opposite, "Mr. Liu, do you want to send a reporter over?"

Liu Jianyong was silent for a moment, suicide involves important public health issues and has a great impact on people's emotions. A few years ago, the suicide of an employee of a well-known domestic company was constantly amplified and hyped by the media in order to attract attention, and then there was a tragedy of thirteen people jumping off the building. At that time, all sectors of society blamed that it was precisely because of the hype of news reports that the negative emotions spread and spread indefinitely, which led to the deterioration of the incident.

But then again, if the reason for this person's suicide is really related to the stock market crash, it is a hot issue of social concern.

Thinking of the channel's declining ratings, as well as the Internet peers competing for the market like wolves and tigers, Liu Jianyong touched the top of his sparse head and said to Bai Bing: "Send a group of reporters over to try to take as many pictures as possible of police dissuasion and fire rescue, don't speculate in press releases, don't overhype." ”

After receiving the order, Bai Bing instructed the reporter to call the police station to learn about the man's background information, and on the other hand, arranged for the reporter to go to the scene to report.

The television station is far away from the place of the incident, and it is in time for the morning rush hour, and now it takes nearly an hour to send reporters to rush there.

Bai Bing was a little embarrassed, and Fan Jingjing suggested on the side: "Sister Bing, let Ivy go, her house is very close to Warwick Building, she is on vacation today, and she should be at home now." ”

The female reporter, who has only been in the company for one year, has a lot of enthusiasm for her work, but because she is not from a professional background, she has not yet figured out the doorway, and she bumps into each other every day, like a calf with a high degree of myopia.

At this moment, time is life, efficiency is ratings, Bai Bing hesitated for a moment and dialed Ivy's phone.