Coming out of the police station, Su San was also a little tired. The guilt of the pen and the fun and the pavilion www.biquge.info at the beginning, but now the brain is a mess and a mess. She felt like she needed to go for a cup of coffee and something to eat before she could have a clear idea to put the manuscript together.

Someone in the Amelon apartment fell to his death, and this is already the news that is being tracked by various newspapers today. Su San can't be lazy, otherwise his newspaper will not be able to gain a foothold in the competition.

Su San walked into a coffee shop and asked for coffee and tiramisu. As soon as he took out his notebook and was about to summarize the time context, he heard a familiar voice sound.

"What a coincidence." As soon as the bell rang at the door, a woman walked in and saw Su San at a glance.

"Ms. Jin, I haven't seen you for a long time, are you okay?"

Coming in was Ms. Kim, the owner of the Mulan Theater.

After the accident at the Mulan Theater, Su San thought that business would plummet, but he didn't expect that after the news was in a uproar, some curious people deliberately went to the theater to watch the show, and some people specifically wanted to experience the murderous seat. Ms. Jin seized people's curiosity, repeatedly publicized that the murder seat was dangerous and no one was allowed to sit on it, and said in an interview with reporters that she was planning to remove this seat to ensure the safety of the audience. With such publicity, those curious people went to the theater before the murder seat was removed, and Ms. Jin specially arranged wonderful performances to attract popularity, so that business improved.

"Thanks to you, business is really good right now."

Ms. Jin sat down with a smile, and the waiter came over and asked, "Madam, what do you use?" ”

"Lemonade."

The waiter answered.

Ms. Jin stroked her cheek: "Miss Su, your face is a little yellow, don't drink coffee, it's not good for your stomach, drink some lemonade to whiten it." ”

"I barely slept last night, a little sleepy, drink coffee to refresh myself."

When Ms. Jin heard this, she leaned over to Su San slightly, lowered her voice and asked mysteriously, "Is it because of the incident in the Amaron apartment?" ”

Su San was very surprised: "Oh my God, Ms. Jin, you can simply go and ask about it, you know all about it." ”

Ms. Jin smiled: "Because I also moved to live in Amiron." After the accident, I thought that I was alone at home, it was too cold to live in such a big house, how good it was to move to an apartment, and it was so popular that no demons and monsters could find me. ”

What do you say...... How is it a little similar to the situation of the dead Xiao Cui.

Su San asked, "Ms. Jin, could it be that you have encountered something strange?" ”

"No, I just sighed."

Ms. Jin's lemonade was delivered, she drank the lemonade gently, and sighed with emotion: "This man, when he first got married, he still felt fresh, which woman doesn't want to be cared for, after a long time, I really hate each other." Repeating the boring days every day, only in the evening, take out the gorgeous clothes and beautiful clothes, try them one by one in front of the mirror, and then draw a beautiful makeup, spray some perfume behind the ears, be sure to spray behind the ears, the fragrance is scattered from the earlobes little by little, with a snow-white and soft neck, how tempting. ”

Su San listened to her and was in a trance for a moment. At this moment, Ms. Jin was radiant, and her eyes were moving, as if she was more than ten years younger.

Seeing that Su San could hear it, Ms. Jin smiled lightly and raised her chin proudly: "How beautiful this idea is, isn't it?" But when you turn around and see the man lying on the bed sleeping like a dead pig, smelling of sweat, snoring, grinding his teeth, and talking in a slurred dream, he leans down and stares at his sleeping face, listening to the snoring, seeing that his breath is gradually weakening, and he is secretly happy in his heart, staring at it with good eyes, just waiting for him to not come up in one breath, but yes, this eyeball is good and useless, he comes up again in one breath, and the snoring continues to sound, probably mixed with the smell of tobacco, the smell of sake lees, and his face is also oily and bearded. ”

Ms. Jin sighed: "What do you say a woman should do when she reaches this job?" The beautiful moment in front of the mirror is shattered by the cruel reality. How sad, Miss Su, what would you do? ”

When Su San heard this, he only felt like a snake crawling on his back, silently spitting out the core and crawling up, and goosebumps rose all over his body, a little creepy.

Seeing that her expression was wrong, Ms. Jin burst out laughing and blew at Su San: "My good sister, her eyes are so big." Okay, just listen to it as a joke and laugh and it's over. She stood up, waved to the waiter, and placed a bill on the table, "This young lady's, count it on my account." ”

"Hey...... Jin ......" Su San hurriedly called her, but Ms. Jin had already opened the door and walked out.

Looking at her graceful back, Su San felt very uncomfortable, she suddenly thought of the scene when Ms. Jin told her about Zhang Peipei's father and daughter before, maybe all this was planned by her, right? She is very scheming, she sees everything in her eyes and keeps it in her heart, finds a suitable opportunity, and confesses it, and then she can monopolize the property of the Zhang family. Zhang Peipei is afraid that he will not come out of the mental hospital in this life, who knows what the situation will be when Mr. Zhang's sentence expires in ten years, there are too many unknowns in life.

Su San hurriedly returned to the club and wrote out the original copy of the case of the fall from Amelon's apartment, including the dream that Mr. Zhang told him before. The ups and downs of this manuscript were written, and after it was written, it was handed over to the president, and the young president slapped the table happily after reading it: "Miss Su, you are really amazing, Zhang Yongshou's fall from the building, because it happened in the Amelon apartment, and now the major newspapers are vying to report it, I just learned that you are still a little worried about writing this report, I am afraid that we have no new ideas to excavate, I really can't imagine that you still have such wonderful inside information!" ”

The president is in his 20s, his surname is Ma, and his big name is Ma Wannian. It is said that he is also a small opener, and he uses his family's investment to do business. For the humanities, others do business, and he engages in cultural investment. The newspaper was small in scale, and it always published anecdotes, local gossip and serialized novels, and occasionally prose travelogues and poems, which was a chance to make money for the poor local literati.

"It was Mr. Zhang who found me, and I was also lucky to hit me, so I was lucky."

"Haha, in short, it's still your Miss Su who is famous, otherwise why wouldn't Mr. Zhang come to me to complain."

In this report, Su San wrote about Zhang Yongshou's previous consultation with him, and he didn't say a word about his prophetic dreams and Luo Yin's suspicions. Now Su San has fully understood the procedure for solving the case, and the article can be rendered better, but the key things to solve the case cannot be revealed at all.

After handing in the manuscript, Su San decided to go home.

As soon as I packed my things, the office phone rang.

"Miss Sue?"

On the other end of the line was a deep man's voice.

"Yes. Who are you? ”

"Miss Su, do you want to have exclusive news?"

"Do you have news to sell? About what? ”

"Nature is the biggest news of the day."

"Amelon Apartments?"

The man's tone was low, and in a trance, he gave people the feeling of telling a story.

Su San always felt that this voice and way of speaking were familiar, and hurriedly asked: "Do you have information about Mr. Zhang's fall from the building?" ”

But at this time, the phone suddenly hung up, and a busy sound came.

It was quiet in the room. Su San looked at the seat opposite, yesterday at noon, Zhang Yongshou, who was wearing a top hat and sunglasses, was sitting here and talking to himself.

Read it with a smile! Yes, that's what it feels like! Su San's hand holding the phone, trembling with excitement, she suddenly remembered why this voice and tone were familiar!

(To be continued.) )