said that this publishing house under the Li family is linked to human life, as long as it is a young woman who has a relationship with this publishing house, they have died mysteriously one after another, the school flower is one, and a woman named "Yumeng" on the news is also one.

On it, he also listed his own adventures to this publishing house in the tone of the person concerned, the writing is brilliant, the thoughts are good, if he comes to write "Strange Strange Talk", he will definitely love it, and he will never feel that it is an errand, but a enjoyment.

Yumeng himself knew that he didn't have much to do with this publishing house, and even his death had nothing to do with it.

The news media always like to grasp the slightest clue and make up their imagination with great fanfare, lest the world be chaotic, and they are accustomed to it.

Peers meet peers, tears in their eyes.

More or less sympathetic to each other.

But Hongcai is a lawyer, and he will not have this kind of sympathy for writers.

There must be a reason why he circled such a paragraph.

Yumeng pressed his broken head and thought about it.

In fact, he didn't have to think about it, he wanted to find out the reason for my death, and he suspected the publishing house owned by the Li family.

Yumeng sighed, not knowing what to say.

It's complicated.

The person you hate has become someone you shouldn't hate, you know how that feels?

It's like, you get drunk and mess around, and when you wake up, only you remember, you want to take care of the matter and ask for justice, but people don't remember anymore, dumb people eat coptis, then you continue, you owe it to yourself, if you don't continue, you are unfaithful to yourself, what you do, it's all wrong.

It's like you have a dream, and you have been disappointed in the dream, once you wake up, there is no, and you are entangled again, it is unreasonable.

So, reality tells me that in the past, I must need to let go.

The macro talent in front of him does not have those shortcomings, and if you help him, you are also redeeming that dream.

I persuaded myself.

The phone rang at this time.

Yumon connected, then hung up, went downstairs, and called himself a whining ambulance.

When her brain stopped thinking about it, Yumeng found that her head hurt, and the accident just now was vivid, but she couldn't care so much, so she rushed to the hospital for a checkup, bandaged, and rushed to deal with the rest of the matter.

In case the body collapses, use the previous method to have a second resurrection, just now Ling'er said that it is okay.

Thinking of Ling'er's reply just now, Yu Meng was a little more sure of his guess.

came to Hongcai's law firm, and Ling'er and his party went to Hongcai's previous residence.

Seeing the photo sent by Ling'er, Yumeng concluded that Hongcai must be investigating his disappearance.

Yumeng clearly saw all the information about the publishing house on those photos, and finally used a red arrow to indicate the word "murderer", pointing to an unknown person in charge of the publishing house.

It's like in a detective film, I don't know the real murderer and replace it with a question mark face, I have to say that Hongcai is quite professional.

There are so many unexplainable things in this world, just like feelings, is it true that if you go to settle for some unwarranted reasons one by one, the living will be a little better?

Yumeng didn't think Hongcai was stupid, she was grateful, but she still felt a little unnecessary.

When a man dies, he dies.

All deeds after death are done for the living.

I remember watching the news today, and I also saw the headlines of "Crying Soul People" earning tens of thousands of dollars a month, buying a house and a car, and living a prosperous life ever since, which shows that they are very marketable in real society.

So, what is the mentality of the family members of those who invite the weeping soul?

Is it really crying, can you walk more steadily on Huangquan Road?

Wouldn't it be better to treat it well before death and die peacefully?

Hongcai wants to picket the real culprit, and then convict them of a capital crime or a long-term prison detention with his professional level, so as to comfort my undead?

When I think about it, I think it's a promise made by kindergarten children.

Will you give me candy too? Then I'm going to marry you later.

Yumeng shook his head, noncommittal.

Coming out of the hospital, Yulan drove the car, Xiao Lori was chattering on the side, Yumeng didn't listen, just looked at Heze's night, and his thoughts were constantly debating.

One moment the positive side moved a stone and hit his own foot, and the other side was deflated.

In short, this debate on the views of past and present lives did not come to a practical reason in the end.

"Is Yunyun settled?" Yumeng suddenly asked Lori.

"Okay, Sister You will take him back to the apartment to live first, and send him back to school tomorrow, and have a good chat with Ah Wei and the three of them......"

"That's good. ”

Yumeng spat out a few words, then leaned against the car window and fell asleep.

I don't even know when I'm going to be carried back to my room.

Maybe it's the cause of the wound, maybe it's the days of running and thinking, in short, I just feel very sleepy, and I don't want to wake up after falling asleep and beating gongs and drums.

After Zou Zheng left, without his ability, he rarely had the opportunity to fall into such a deep sleep.

A big fight, wake up, and it's another tough battle.

The next day, at noon.

Yumeng sat on the bed and kept rubbing his bandaged head, looked at his phone, and muttered.

"Don't call me anything. ”

"Ling'er, Ling'er?"

Yumeng called twice and no one answered, so he went downstairs by himself.

"Ah, what are you doing?" Yumeng was a little surprised.

Underneath the building, everyone was geared up and transformed into normal human beings, as if they were going to do something big.

But everyone's face has a sad face and solemnity that should only be on the battlefield.

"What are you doing? Go to the grave or do you want to rebel?", Yu Meng pondered and changed his tone, "I know that I, the acting director, have not done well, but you don't have to do this, at least wait until Zou Zheng comes, what do you say?"

None of the people in front of him replied, but black lines hung on their foreheads.

"Well, that sister, you misunderstood. Lori explained.

"What?"

"We're going to go and see the publishing house, let's go together, so as not to have any accidents. "Little Lori.

"Isn't Zou Zheng going?" Yu Meng continued.

This time it was Lori's turn to get excited, "The boss is back?"

After asking, her gossipy eyes unconsciously glanced at the door of Yumeng's room.

"Didn't he come back? What about last night......" Yumeng.

The group in front of them all maintained a gossip formation at this time, and asked in unison, "Last night?"

Yumeng had black spots on his head and seemed to be a little suspicious.

"And who sent me back to my room last night?"

Little Lori was probably the first to understand.

But he was a little embarrassed to poke it, and held up a small hand, "That...... Actually, it's my ......."

"You?" Yumon was a little incredulous.

She is at least the size of two little Lori, how can she hold it, and it is so gentle.

As soon as Xiao Lori said, most of the people present almost understood, Ah Wei interjected and came in, "Don't look at her small, she's so energetic, the boss was drunk before, she solved it, I can't compare to ......"

Ah Wei laughed as he spoke.

Little Lori gave an extremely shocked look, and Ah Wei's laughter stopped in mid-air.

Yumeng let out an obvious "oh" on the side, not wanting to provoke a bigger battle.

Yes, how did you forget, this goods were also in the crematorium, and all my "parts" were temporarily packed and stolen in a chic manner, leaving no trace.

I thought that Zou Zheng would sleep so well when he came back.

"In this way, you don't have to go all, Lao Li, Lao Zhang, and Little Lion you still stay, Yulan, you will stay by his side after you send Yunyun back, just in case, and the rest, we will go together......"

After explaining the misunderstanding, Yumeng returned to his original appearance and assigned the task seriously.

Little Lori was still muttering, "You're really getting more and more like the boss." ”

Although the voice was small, Yumon still caught it, but did not reply.

Yes, since when did I adapt to helping Zou Zheng carry everything.

Probably to reassure him, even if he can't see it.

Yumeng thought to himself.

With that, the group walked in the direction of the publishing house.

Ah Wei was in charge of driving, and there was Sister You next to him who kept screaming and disgusting his driving skills, and a few of us laughed in a rare burst of "complaint", dispelling the worries of the recent days.

I don't know when the work of the office began, and it has become the two points and one line of the "strange office - Xinghui Building".

Whether it is in the past or after the resurrection, it seems that contact with this building is inevitable.

It seems that there are always torrential beasts, hiding near this building, I don't know when, oh, ah, oh

I don't know if it was like this before, Yumeng didn't ask.

All she was thinking about now was to quickly find out Hongcai.

The disappearance cases in the TV series are all related to kidnapping, in case the other party really has bad intentions, one is unhappy to tear up the ticket, and it's hard to say anything.

Now, finding someone and making sure he's okay is the most important thing.

After a while, the car stopped in the garage of the building, and the group took the elevator directly upstairs.

Through the transparent elevator wall, you can see the bustling crowd downstairs, people holding camera equipment, squatting around, once they find a suspicious person, like a lion meets a deer, they pounce on it, and want to swallow their lives.

The weapons used, of course, were only microphones and cameras.

Yumeng just looked at it, and couldn't help but feel a little frightened.

When I was a child, I also thought about being a journalist.

You know, people are small, and they have to make any wish.

Those who cross the line of fire, report on wars on the front lines, and proclaim peace to the world, are journalists;

The angels who helped the victims to comfort their loved ones after the earthquake and transmitted information in real time were journalists;

Those who gamble with their lives, go deep into the den of thieves, and report on the darkness of society, are journalists.

Yumeng has felt that they are really great since they were young, and with one pen and a microphone of their own, they have taken on the great task of saving the common people.

It's a bit like the hero in a martial arts story.

After the dust is gone, the merit and fame are hidden.

However, when he grew up, Yumeng no longer wanted to be a journalist.

The word "reporter", in her heart, gradually evolved from a positive term to a derogatory term.

In the end, even she herself will only replace this profession with "paparazzi".

Those cameras and microphones have tarnished the word "reporter".

They gnaw on people's blood steamed buns, they ignore the facts, they only care about curiosity and attracting people's attention, and the ethics of this profession are defined in distant places, and they are no longer regarded as a belief.

In the real society, those who can work in the media are educated.

Before the college entrance examination, the Chinese teacher repeatedly emphasized that "the elements of news are authenticity, timeliness, and accuracy", but once the shackles of the college entrance examination are removed, people can not only disregard the knowledge they have learned, but also discard the moral edification they have received.

The elevator stopped on the floor of the publishing house.

Because of Li's strong financial background, the floor of the publishing house is also the only one in the Xinghui Building with only one company on the entire floor.

At the beginning, in order to be an intern here, Yu Meng used his little half of his life as a book standard and made a sensational grade resume, so he left later, and he still regretted it a little, and his friends around him also sighed.

It's probably like someone who eats grapes and spits out grape skins, which is so angry.

I didn't have the opportunity to meet Mr. Li before, and I felt that a small company under his umbrella was already very good.

Thinking of this, Yumeng suddenly asked Xiao Lori, "Last time Mr. Li said that he wanted to thank us for coming, is there no follow-up?"

After all, such a gold owner can lick one by one.