Chen Jizhou's voice was "not good", although his voice was not loud, but it attracted Luo Fangyi's attention.

"What's wrong, leader?"

Chen Jizhou ignored her, and picked up a few pieces of paper on the ground, without exception, all of them were materials related to Beijiang Evening News and Xiangbei.

"She's ...... It can't be so coincidental!" Chen Jizhou's eyes stared at the white cloth, and he stopped halfway through his words, he couldn't believe his judgment.

Luo Fangyi looked at the corpse, then turned back to look at Chen Jizhou, his face full of doubts, "You...... Do you know this person?"

"I'm not sure, but ...... You see......"

Luo Fangyi looked in the direction of Chen Jizhou's finger, it was a pile of scattered papers. She took a closer look: "Appeal materials on the Xiangbei case" and "Beijiang Evening News report materials......

"How can this person have Master's relevant materials, and who is she?" Luo Fangyi raised his head and stared at Chen Jizhou.

Zhou Xuecen...... I've heard of her, but I don't know her, so it's just speculation. Chen Jizhou replied. All kinds of questions and speculations flew through his brain, maybe these were just the materials that Zhou Xuecen had sprinkled here, maybe she was just frightened and didn't know where she went.

"What?!" Hearing the words "Zhou Xuecen", Luo Fangyi was stunned. "Master's wife?How is this possible?!"

Luo Fangyi couldn't believe this fact, how could it be so coincidental? Master had already lost a loved one, and now ...... She couldn't imagine what kind of blow the news would be for Xiangbei.

Chen Jizhou took out his mobile phone, found Zhou Xuecen's number, and called.

"Your call is currently unanswered, please call again later. ”

Chen Jizhou's ominous premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger.

Qu Changguo, who was standing on the periphery, saw that something was wrong with the two and squeezed in.

"What's the matter, Old Chen?"

"Mr. Qu, do you know Zhou Xuecen?" Chen Jizhou said.

"Of course I know, she is my junior sister and Xiangbei's wife. Qu Changguo didn't understand what he meant by asking.

"Have you seen her in person?" Chen Jizhou reconfirmed.

"Heck, we eat together a lot. Lao Chen, can you say that this person is Zhou Xuecen, right?" Qu Changguo was taken aback by his question.

On the side, the traffic police and the police have already finished the work at hand. Paramedics moved Zhou Xuecen to the car.

"Wait a minute, doctor. Chen Jizhou stopped the medical staff.

The police also gathered around: "What's the matter? Do you know the deceased?"

"I'm not sure, can I take a look at her?" Chen Jizhou did not reveal his identity to the other party. A party involved in the case of the Beijiang Evening News died at the door of the Beijiang Evening News.

"That's just right. We don't have the identity of the deceased yet. The paramedics lifted a corner of the white cloth. Chen Jizhou, Qu Changguo, and Luo Fangyi came up at the same time.

"Ah?!" Qu Changguo was dumbfounded, and he stopped talking. Although the deceased's face was blurred with flesh and blood, just by looking at the outline, it could be basically concluded that this person was Zhou Xuecen.

Chen Jizhou and Luo Fangyi already knew the answer from his expressions.

"How's it going? do you know her?" the policeman asked.

Qu Changguo came back to his senses and shook his head.

Luo Fangyi was in a hurry, and rushed up to say something, but was grabbed by Qu Changguo.

"Mr. Qu, this?" Luo Fangyi looked puzzled, when has this been, and you still pretend not to know the series? Didn't you Qu Changguo just say that he was good friends with Xiangbei and Zhou Xuecen? Why didn't you recognize it?

Qu Changguo gave Luo Fangyi a look. Luo Fangyi was helpless and followed him away from the scene.

The three returned to the newspaper office. Across the fence, as the ambulance left, the crowd of onlookers on the street gradually dispersed.

"Old Chen, what should I do?" Qu Changguo had not yet recovered from the fright just now. After all, a person so familiar died like this, and he died so young, and died so tragically, that anyone would be terrified and have no master. His mind was full of the bloody scene.

Chen Jizhou was also stunned. He is over half a hundred years old, and he has witnessed all kinds of life and death, and he has long been accustomed to joys and sorrows. But the current thing shocked him too much, the person who was on the phone and texted with him half an hour ago is now suddenly dead, it's too terrifying!

"It's really not good, let's report to President Xiahou. Chen Jizhou suggested.

Qu Changguo didn't answer, and was silent for a while: "I don't think it's appropriate, firstly, whether this person is Zhou Xuecen or not has to wait for the police to investigate, and secondly, even if it is her, it is not clear whether it is a traffic accident or a deliberate murder." Besides, if we don't go to the scene today, won't it be tomorrow's news? ”

Qu Changguo's analysis is not unreasonable, there is no clue about this matter, and many doubts need to be solved, so it is better to be cautious. Chen Jizhou agrees.

When the two discussed, Luo Fangyi returned to his workstation, turned on the computer, uploaded the photos and videos he had just taken to the computer, and prepared to edit and write.

Although it is not certain that the deceased is Zhou Xuecen, it can be seen from the reactions of Qu Changguo and Chen Jizhou that eight or nine are not far from ten. Luo Fangyi felt uncomfortable in her heart, what kind of god is this? Bring all the injustice and misfortune to the Master's family!

"Xiao Luo, come over here. Qu Changguo beckoned Luo Fangyi to the office, "How's the draft?"

"You mean the manuscript of this incident? I'm already working on it. Luo Fangyi replied.

"Stop, go back and rest. Qu Changguo was in a sad mood and was reluctant to explain more.

"What's wrong, Mr. Qu?"

"I mean, don't send this manuscript. It's too disturbing, alas. ”

After Qu Changguo finished speaking, he leaned back in the chair and said nothing, and Chen Jizhou also sat next to him and was silent. The atmosphere is solemn.

"Okay, Mr. Qu. Luo Fangyi returned to his workstation, tears streaming down his eyes. It's not that I feel aggrieved because the manuscript can't be sent, but because it thinks of Zhou Xuecen and Nuoyi. Alas, it's better not to send it.

This night, Chen Jizhou lay on the bed and tossed and turned, unable to sleep for a long time. The scene at the scene of the accident reappeared in his mind like a rewind, whether this person was Zhou Xuecen or not? If not, why didn't she go to the appointment on time, and couldn't even get through on the phone? If it was her, wouldn't it be too much of a coincidence? Or was someone deliberately doing it? I don't know how long I thought about it, Chen Jizhou fell asleep in a daze.

The next morning, Chen Jizhou arrived at the unit and began to ask people to inquire about yesterday's car accident, and in the end, he got the most worrying result: the deceased was Zhou Xuecen.

As for the cause of death, Chen Jizhou's police friend revealed that the driver was in the left-turn lane at the time and had been drinking alcohol before the incident. But why did the owner of the car hit Zhou Xuecen without showing signs of braking, but instead crashed straight into a tree across the road? Whether this was an ordinary traffic accident or a deliberate murder is still under investigation.

There is no way, this matter must be reported to Xiahou Mingqi.

"What are you talking about?Xiangbei's lover died in a car accident?When did it happen?" Xiahou Mingqi was surprised when he heard the news, the first fire of the new official had not been lit, and such a big thing happened.

"Yesterday night. ”

"Is there any specific situation of the incident?" Xiahou Mingqi needed more specific information to find a basis for his analysis and judgment.

As a result, Chen Jizhou reported how he contacted Zhou Xuecen, how Zhou Xuecen rushed to the newspaper office, the investigation of the matter by the traffic police and the police, and so on.

"Lao Chen, what do you think about this?"

Chen Jizhou understood what he meant, and Xiahou Mingqi wanted to know if it was a traffic accident or a murder. This is also Chen Jizhou's long-standing doubt.

"President, it's hard to say the reason for this incident, the driver of the car that caused the accident is drunk driving, and the police are still investigating. However, at this juncture, I always feel that it is not as simple as an ordinary accident. ”

Although Xiahou Mingqi did not speak, he already had some speculation in his heart, if it was an accident, it would be easy to say, but if it was a murder, it showed that the case in Xiangbei was indeed very complicated, and it also showed from the side that the Beijiang Evening News was deep and a pool of stagnant water. It seems that it is not easy for me to make some noise in this new workplace.

"President, is the newspaper going to come forward about Zhou Xuecen?" Chen Jizhou asked.

Although Xiang Bei is no longer an employee of the newspaper, after all, he has contributed to the newspaper, and his family has suffered such a big change, which is not unrelated to the newspaper. Let's give me a little condolences. In this way, Qu Changguo has dealings with the Xiangbei family, let him go on behalf of the newspaper. ”

Chen Jizhou didn't expect Xiahou Mingqi to answer so refreshingly, he didn't avoid the important at all, and he was really young and promising. If it was Zhao Qingdong, I'm afraid he would have found a hundred reasons to shirk it a long time ago.

However, this incident was a big blow to Chen Jizhou, and the investigation that had just been restarted was stranded again. But the world is unpredictable, and when you think you are at the end of the road, God will often open up a path for you, even if the path is full of thorns.

The whole reversal started with a dinner and chat with reporters.

In recent years, the reporters of the Beijiang Evening News have always had the tradition of having a dinner party, which has a large gathering and a small gathering, and the large gathering is usually a ceremonial one, which is a process that has to be followed according to the rules; a small gathering is often a friendly meal, and generally only when the relationship with each other is good enough to a certain extent, they will get together.

That night, Wang Yue, a reporter from the rural group, called two other reporters and Mao Junjie, a colleague from the marketing department, to have dinner together.

Wang Yue and Mao Junjie joined the company in the same year, and today it has just turned 4 years. White-collar workers at this stage are like a pot of raw rice, thinking that they are fully cooked, but in fact, they are still gnashing their teeth when they eat it.

Wang Yue's reason for the dinner party is also very simple: a friend who runs a farm in the suburbs brought him a few running pheasants, which are cut into pieces and stewed in a pot, with dried chili peppers, shiitake mushrooms and other ingredients, the meat is strong and delicious. For foodies, it is definitely a delicacy in the world. It can be said that this running pheasant meets a white-feathered chicken, just like Sun Wukong meets a six-eared macaque, and the height is immediate.

Chinese have a soft spot for food, which has been the case for thousands of years, and the clues can be seen from those traditional festivals - eating dumplings during the Spring Festival, eating zongzi during the Dragon Boat Festival, and eating mooncakes during the Mid-Autumn Festival...... Even if there is only one food, it can be the best reason for a meal. If it is paired with Gyokuro elixir, it must be the happiest thing.

The four of them made their own preparations, you prepared the food, I brought the wine, and he brought the cigarettes. Everyone didn't book a hotel, and went to Wang Yue's house for dinner after work.

Before leaving work, the sky above the city of Hedong was suddenly covered with dark clouds and thunder. The rumbling sound was a little dull and a little depressing, and soon the clouds were getting heavier and heavier, and finally they could not hold back the large fog, and turned into a drifting rain pouring down.

The sudden heavy rain not only did not disturb the interest of the four people, but made everyone more relaxed. Because once the rain falls, the probability of overtime, leadership talks, etc., is small. So, the rain is getting better and better, even if it lasts all night. Rainy days and drinking should be a perfect match.

As everyone knows, every newcomer who is hired by the newspaper may have an intricate network of relationships behind it. As for who Wang Yue's web in the unit is, everyone doesn't know, and they can only guess based on clues.

Some people say that Wang Yue is the son of a director of a county in Beijiang and a well-known college graduate in Beijing. It may be the reason for the solid family background, Wang Yue has just worked for two years and has already bought a house in Hedong, the house is more than 100 square meters, located in the center of the city, only about 20 minutes by car from the newspaper office.

Mao Junjie and the three of them came to Wang Yue's house by car together.

It is an upscale community with separate traffic and plastic tracks, badminton courts, and swimming pools.

Everyone entered and followed Wang Yue into the room to take a look, obediently, this decoration is absolutely amazing. The entrance corridor is a unique ceiling lamp, and the wall is a beige high-grade wallpaper, which is reflected through the light, and the gilt lines are looming, which is more luxurious. The whole house has a total of four bedrooms and two living rooms, and each room is equipped with a circle of suspended ceilings, and on the ceiling is a row of atmospheric spotlights......

Seeing everyone's praise like this, Wang Yue's face was proud. He simply led the three of them to visit the house, the living room, the master bedroom, the second bedroom, and the study...... The decoration is quite exquisite.

Especially in this study, at the beginning of the decoration, Wang Yue had the idea that he was a reporter, and he must reflect the taste of cultural people, not only bookshelves, desks, desk lamps, etc. are specially customized, Wang Yue also gave the study a chic name - Zhi Ya Zhai, the allusion comes from the "Lu Shi Spring and Autumn Period" of "Listening to the Strings and Knowing the Elegance". On the wall where the door was facing was a banner with four large characters written on it: No distractions.

"These four words are rare, is there anything exquisite?" asked Mao Junjie.

"This is an old gentleman from the Provincial Calligraphy Association who gave me the title, called 'The heart is like a mirror without distractions, and there is no wind where there are ripples.'" Actually, I don't know what that means, haha. Maybe it's about his state of mind. You say that I am also a provincial newspaper reporter, so how can I be distracted? Can I still do a good job?"