After saying goodbye to Luo Fangyi at the restaurant to the north, he decided to walk to Luohe Village.

For farmers, winter is the most leisurely season of the year, men, women and children gather together in twos and threes, or hold a small bench or sit on the base of the wall, leisurely, bask in the sun, play mahjong, and enjoy this rare leisure time.

Here, looking north, is a different picture. In Luohe Village in early winter, there are low bungalows, dead leaves all over the ground, irregular branches and endless country roads.

Walking in from the entrance of the village, there is a rural asphalt road more than two meters wide, and from time to time you will see large and small wheat stacks piled up on both sides of the road, which are the wheat stalks accumulated after this autumn's harvest, which looks a little fluffy and exudes the fragrance of wheat. Occasionally, a few villagers would sit around and whisper. He looked at them to the north, and the other looked at him.

"Maybe it's because I'm a stranger. Xiang Bei muttered in his heart, carrying a bag and wearing glasses, and at first glance he was not from the village. But then again, the social order is so good now, and it's daylight again, even in the countryside, there is no danger to a foreigner.

I didn't have the heart to think about it to the north, so I continued to walk inside. I have been a journalist for a long time, and I must not only be able to think and write, but also be able to read. The so-called ability to read is to learn to observe words and colors, and judge whether he is the interview subject you want to find through the other party's image, clothing, and temperament. To put it simply, if your press release is about farmers, don't interview students, don't interview farmers if it's about education, and don't interview people who are relevant to the policy if it's about policy responses. To be more specific, which farmer or student has better expression skills and can get to the point depends on the reporter's years of interview experience to judge.

This time, he went to Luohe alone, and he wanted to find a villager who was easy to get along with and had a clear mind as a breakthrough.

Walking north towards the center of the village, a black SUV parked at the entrance of the village suddenly started. The other party did not speed up, but slowly followed him, always maintaining a distance of two or three meters.

Xiang Bei suddenly became alert.

What does he want to do? Could it be that he is following me? Xiang Bei beat a drum in his heart.

After walking a few dozen meters, the car was still following behind, and it seemed that the car was indeed tracking itself. There shouldn't be any danger, right? Whatever! What danger hasn't he encountered over the years? Xiang Bei gave himself a boost in his heart.

It is no wonder that even if a journalist has been in the profession for one or two decades, even if he has not experienced 9981 difficulties, he is not a qualified journalist if he has not encountered difficulties and obstacles. At least one point, when people ask you to do an interview, the treatment is completely different from if you ask for an interview.

Take Xiangbei as an example, some positive reports naturally have nothing to say, not only the interview is not difficult, but the interview unit will also try to provide thoughtful services, such as transportation, accommodation, interview arrangements, etc., and in the first few years of work, you can often receive red envelopes - what the right holder calls "carriage and horse expenses". But if it is a supervised report, it is a different experience: it goes without saying that interviews are rejected - reporters have to use all 18 martial arts to knock on the side, overt and covertly to obtain clues and materials, and sometimes they are intimidated in person or by phone. The most dangerous encounter in the north was when he was locked in the guardhouse for five or six hours while interviewing a factory that made and sold fake pesticides, and finally the police arrived and rescued him.

"What are you doing!" A low voice suddenly came from the car, turning his head to the north, the window was ajar, the sound came from the co-pilot, because the car was too dark, and he couldn't see the situation inside clearly, and he vaguely saw that the other party was wearing a baseball cap and looking at his face, which seemed to be very young.

Xiangbei pretended not to hear and continued to walk forward, but his blood pressure rose rapidly, "Who is this person......?" Either way, it looks like something is really wrong in this village!"

No matter what! Rushing northward, he quickened his pace and quickly got into a small alley. The alleys are narrow enough to accommodate electric cars and small farm tricycles, and big vehicles don't even want to get in. Entering the alley, Xiang Bei was suddenly filled with a sense of security.

Looking back to the north, the black car stopped at the mouth of the alley, and after a few minutes of silence, it left with one foot on the accelerator. Breathing a sigh of relief to the north, he continued along the alley and walked out of the end. However, when he walked out of the alley and looked up, the car was parked right in front of him.

It seems that the other party is not dead. What did this man want to do? Xiang Bei remembered the plot in the movie, a big man in black came out of the car, dragged him into the car without saying a word, and held him down, letting him struggle......

No, we have to get rid of each other as soon as possible!

To the north, he got into another alley, and the other party was still in the car, although the car was moving slowly, but it was still parked at the mouth of the alley.

The alleys of the countryside are narrow and long, formed by the aisle between the two rows of houses in the front and back. Although it is a public road, there are also villagers who pile up firewood, building materials, daily necessities, and so on. Therefore, looking in from the mouth of the alley, the line of sight is not good.

Although I didn't look back to the north, I could still hear the "buzzing" of the motor. Shielded by the debris in the alley, he hid under the porch of a villager to the north, leaning against the wall and listening vigilantly to the sounds. From time to time, he poked his head out and looked into the alley, where the black SUV was parked steadily, like a wolf waiting to hunt for food. For any person, no matter how rich his experience is, he will inevitably be nervous when encountering this situation, Xiang Bei began to break out in a cold sweat, and he could even hear his "bang" heartbeat.

After a while, the motor became quieter. Listening to the sound, the car seemed to drive away.

It should be safe, Xiangbei was just about to poke his head out to take a look, and the door of this house opened.

"Who are you looking for?" opened the door by a middle-aged man, pushing a cart filled with timber that had been cut into small pieces.

"Hello, fellow, I came to find a friend, but I couldn't find his house, and I got lost while walking. Xiangbei was really startled by this sudden voice, but quickly calmed down again.

"Oh, what's the name of the person you're looking for?

"Of course it's from Luohe Village, I originally wanted to ask someone to inquire, but I didn't see anyone after walking for a long time. What are you all doing?" Xiang Bei didn't answer him directly, and instead threw out a question.

"You don't know? There are dead people in this village, and no one dares to go out. If you're not in a hurry, I advise you to go back, it's not safe now. The middle-aged man said, turning to go home.

"Hey, fellow, can I go to your house to ask for water to drink, I have been out for a long time, and I haven't drunk water. "The other party seems to be loyal and honest, maybe this is an opportunity.

The man looked back at Xiang Bei again: "Come in." ”