"Hey, Zhang Wen!Zhang Wen!" the editor-in-chief of the Crescent newspaper impatiently tried to wake up a sleeping reporter from his dream.

"Hey, who's sleeping soundly!" Zhang Wen opened a tired eye

"Ahh Editor-in-chief, it's you, right... I'm sorry, I just... I just lay down and didn't sleep, it's not because..."

The little reporter Zhang Wen saw the editor-in-chief jump up violently and explained incoherently.

"Zhang Wen, Zhang Wen, what are you asking me to say? How many times have you done this? By the way, have you written the article inspected by the municipal party committee?"

Zhang Wen lowered his head and scratched his right hand lightly at the back of his head: "Ah, this, inside, I..." The content of the interview and the appointment are prepared for you. ”

As he spoke, the editor-in-chief threw a blue folder on Zhang Wen's workstation: "Why are you still stunned? Hurry up and move me a place!"

The middle-aged man wearing the bottom of the bottle had an intimate and friendly conversation with Zhang Wen "with a pleasant face", and then went to other people's places to inspect the work.

As the editor-in-chief of this newspaper, this middle-aged man is strict on the surface, but in fact he cares about his subordinates and is very cautious, so after the manuscript is proofread, he will only rest assured that he will have to check one side.

Zhang Wen picked up the blue folder, glanced at it hurriedly, and then packed it in his press bag with a voice recorder and other items, and after making sure that he had not left anything behind for the interview, he stepped on his electric car and set off towards the Wan Jiahe Hotel.

Alas, this is not a man!

Zhang Wen complained in his heart while riding: If you don't go there one day, you have to submit the manuscript on time, you have to be proficient in various office software, and you have to stay up late to finish writing, and people have to rewrite a word.

There's no way, it's really a man who is afraid of getting into the wrong business!Alas...... Zhang Wenqi complained all the way, and arrived at the Wanjiahe Hotel after about 20 minutes.

After he showed his press card to the front desk of the hotel to show his intentions, the front desk made a call upstairs, and after confirming, a young and handsome male receptionist took Zhang Wen to the elevator and came to the door of 3302.

The door of 3302 was open, and the receptionist knocked on the door: "Sister Manwen, the reporter has arrived, look..." ”

Voices are heard from the depths of room 3302. The male receptionist motioned for Zhang Wen to enter, and Zhang Wen stepped into the room and closed the door with his hand.

As soon as Zhang Wen entered the house, a strong fragrance penetrated into his nostrils, this smell was like perfume but it was not, and it made Zhang Wen's head dizzy.

Immediately afterwards, a woman in her thirties and forties got up from the sofa and walked towards Zhang Wen, with a very professional smile on her face: "Hello, comrade reporter, I am Liu Manwen's agent. As he spoke, he stretched out the palm of his right hand upward.

Zhang Wen also hurriedly put his right hand in the agent's hand: "Hello, my name is Zhang Wen, I am a reporter from the New Moon Newspaper, and I made an appointment with you for an interview before. ”

The agent nodded slightly: "Reporter Zhang, please come with me." ”

The two came to the depths of the suite, and the agent knocked on the door in front of them: "Manwen, the reporter has arrived." "Let him come in on his own. A lazy voice came from within.

The agent was obviously a little puzzled: "Manwen, what's wrong? I'm still with you..."

The agent looked embarrassed and looked at Zhang Wen who was standing on the side: "Okay, you can go in by yourself, but you pay attention, I don't know what happened to Manwen today." With that, the agent pushed the door open.

The curtains in the house were tightly drawn, the whole house was dim, the temperature of the air conditioner was extremely low, and it was very cold in the house.

The agent closed the door with interest, but he still didn't understand Liu Manwen's behavior.

Zhang Wen entered the room, first shuddered, and then opened his mouth: "Hello Miss Liu, I am a reporter from the New Moon Newspaper, and I made an appointment with you for an interview before, can I start?"

"You're sitting on the couch over there, and you're ready to go. ”

Due to the dimness of the room, Zhang Wen couldn't really see Liu Manwen's appearance, but he could still recognize her dress.

Her hair was slightly curled, neatly coiled on her head, her face was not very clear, but the powder was very thick, she also wore a black decorative collar around her neck, black fur on her body, flesh-colored stockings on her legs, a pair of black red-soled high heels, crossed her legs, and reclined on a high-end swivel chair, but her movements were slightly unnatural.

Zhang Wen can see at a glance that this Liu Manwen is not a good thing, he must be a person who is famous by lying down, Zhang Wen has also seen the movie she participated in, and her acting skills can only be described as "garbage".

"Reporter Zhang, you start, I'm busy!" The cold voice squeezed out of Liu Manwen's mouth again.

"Okay, we have a full recording of this interview, do you agree......" Zhang Wen was very disgusted by this kind of person, and hurriedly ended the interview after asking the questions marked on the blue folder.

It wasn't for any other reason, but the smell in this room seemed to be stronger.

Out of Liu Manwen's room, the agent hurriedly greeted him and told Zhang Wen that he wanted to know about the content of the interview, after all, some content could not be taken to the sun.

After listening to the recording, the agent smiled and nodded: "Reporter Zhang, thank you again for your cooperation, after all, you know our business." I have to rely on you reporters to eat. That's fine, that's all for today. After a brief greeting with the agent, Zhang Wen went downstairs and stepped on the electric car to return to the newspaper office.

"Yes, he's already here. It's confirmed, it's not on him. So what's next? Okay, I'll do it right away. Liu Jingyi in Suite 3302 turned around after putting down the phone, and a sharp blade inserted in the back of the heart suddenly appeared, and the blood that flowed out had dried up and coagulated on the fur coat, which was dark brown.

She staggered into the bathroom in her room, and with a sudden shaking, she collapsed like a shelf, her shriveled eyes flowing out of her sockets with filthy liquid.