The next morning at nine o'clock, the people of Jinghua gathered arrived one after another, Cao Renjie walked into the door with his bag and lowered his head, almost bumped into a person, looked up and saw that it was a black-uniformed policeman, startled, holding on to his glasses and asking: "What's wrong?" ”

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"yes."

"Okay, let's take a note here."

Cao Renjie followed the police to the hall on the first floor and saw that several people were already being interrogated there.

The first is another editor-in-chief of the newspaper, Ms. Yuan Lijie, this Ms. Yuan is in her forties, with the face of an old nun, usually not smiling, and it is the same at the moment, her face is flatter than the desk of a writing desk. Standing behind her was another reporter named Zhang Yamin, a young man who had only graduated from college last year, and when he saw him come in, he waved his hand with a little trepidation on his face.

"What's going on? Who died? Cao Renjie stood behind Zhang Yamin and asked.

"Editor-in-chief Wei. The newcomer, Mr. Yu, found it last night. ”

Zhang Yamin whispered in his ear: "I heard that he died very miserably, he was killed by the bookshelf." ”

"I'm telling you, in fact, there are signs, you know? At ten o'clock the night before, the ghost appeared! Cao Renjie muttered quietly.

"What the hell? Tell me. The two men were looking down and muttering, and a man's voice came: "What do you say?" The newspaper office is dead, but you two are indifferent and still talking to each other here, you must have done it! ”

Cao Renjie hurriedly stopped in fright, and Zhang Yamin laughed and said, "Mr. Policeman, how is it possible?" Isn't this a private discussion between the two of us to help you find out the truth? ”

"Who can prove what you were all doing last night, one by one."

Fu San'er asked them to talk about last night's situation one by one.

Su San and Luo Yin stood not far away and watched silently.

"Have you found anyone suspicious?" Yu Wei came down from upstairs and asked.

Luo Yin shook his head: "I still think there is something wrong with your friend." ”

"No, how can Cao Renjie have a problem, although I don't agree with the things he did back then, but he is also a bloody young man, how can he kill people for no reason." Yu Wei shook his head again and again.

"I've seen a lot of bloody people killing people, and everything has a reason, and I will dig up this reason."

Luo Yin raised his eyebrows: "Do you want to bet with me?" ”

Yu Wei looked at him and looked at Su San: "How do you want to bet?" ”

Luo Yin didn't like his gaze at Su San very much, beckoned to Yu Wei, and muttered a few words in his ear, and Yu Wei immediately gave Luo Yin a punch: "Your uncle's." ”

"I don't have an uncle."

At this time, I saw Fu San'er take out the small pearl and show it to a few people in the newspaper: "Have you seen this?" ”

"What's wrong? There are police outside? ”

President Qian walked in with a briefcase, and was obviously stunned when he saw that there were also policemen in the house.

"Alas, you don't know yet, last night Editor-in-Chief Wei died."

Ms. Yuan said with a sigh.

"Dead ......" Editor-in-Chief Qian was obviously shocked, and Ms. Yuan lowered her voice a little mysteriously: "What happened after ten o'clock." ”

"I need to clarify that it was found around ten o'clock, and the time of death may not be after ten o'clock. Have you ever seen this thing? ”

Fu San'er pointed to the small pearl in his hand.

Everyone shook their heads, and Zhang Yamin said, "Isn't this just a bead?" ”

"This is the dead man holding in his hands, what can you think of?"

Zhang Yamin shook his head again and again: "What can you think of, maybe Editor-in-Chief Wei just grabbed it casually." However, no matter how small the bead is, it is also a pearl, where did it fall from? ”

When she heard that no matter how small a bead was, it was also a pearl, Ms. Yuan and Editor-in-Chief Qian glanced at each other, and Ms. Yuan quickly lowered her head.

Luo Yin and Su San, who were onlookers, discovered this, and it was obvious that Fu San'er also found out.

"What do you think of?" Fu San'er stared at Ms. Yuan and asked.

"No, I didn't think of anything, it's just that this woman is always more sensitive to these things." Ms. Yuan explained.

"And have you seen anyone with this in the past?"

"It's so small, maybe it's on the clothes, maybe it's inlaid on the leather shoes on the handbag, there are too many possibilities." What Ms. Yuan said was also very reasonable, Fu San'er thought for a while and said, "Okay, if you think of something, tell the police immediately, do you know?" ”

After the police took the transcript and left, the reporters in the newspaper office looked at each other with a look of fear in their eyes.

"You say, was it an accident or ...... Zhang Yamin asked.

Several reporters looked at the attic on the third floor, and Cao Renjie said: "Accident, didn't the policeman say it, the door of the room was locked inside when he died." ”

"But the outside door is also locked, if it's really an accident, who locked the outside door."

Zhang Yamin retorted.

At this time, someone quietly pulled him and said, "Be quiet, I see that President Qian has gone to Editor-in-Chief Yuan's office, be careful of being heard by them." ”

"Hearing that there is something important, we are also worried about the safety of all of us."

Zhang Yamin said.

"Hey, that's a strange thing you say, what does this have to do with all of us?"

Other reporters were not convinced.

"Haven't you heard, our newspaper has a death curse, once you commit the taboo of ten o'clock you will die, there will be a succession of dead people, and this was the case back then."

"Don't talk nonsense, Yamin, you've only been here for a year, what do you know." Cao Renjie stopped in a low voice.

"Brother Cao, you've been here for a long time, you can tell me." Zhang Yamin didn't appreciate it at all.

Yu Wei also said: "Yes, Brother Cao, you must know a lot about this newspaper, tell me, anyway, if such a big thing happens, everyone will have no intention of working."

"You're all working anymore? Shall we open the skylight at the newspaper office?"

Ms. Yuan just happened to send President Qian out, and when she saw the reporters gathered in a pile, she was very angry and asked loudly.

Only then did everyone go their separate ways to do their own thing, and Ms. Yuan saw a strange face at a glance: "Who are you?" Why are you here? She asked, pointing at Luo Yin.

"He's ...... The police ......" Yu Wei explained on the side.

"I'm a police officer, and I'm doing some post-finishing work."

Su San saw that Luo Yin's face did not change, and he thought to himself, he is not lying, he was originally a policeman, but he was not a policeman in Beiping.

Ms. Yuan glanced at Luo Yin suspiciously, and muttered something like "...... policeman?"

No sooner had she turned to go upstairs to her separate office than the phone rang in the hall.

Maybe it's because someone just died, everyone is a little uncomfortable in their hearts, and the phone rings to sound particularly harsh.

Zhang Yamin picked up the microphone, and Ms. Yuan suddenly opened the door of her office and shouted downstairs: "Put it down, put it down!" It's my phone! ”

It turned out that the telephone numbers of this newspaper were all connected.

Zhang Yamin put down the phone stupidly.

Seeing that the door of Ms. Yuan's office was closed again, he lowered his voice and said, "It's not that Ms. Yuan's menopause has arrived early, so angry." ”

"After all, an old colleague died suddenly, so it must be uncomfortable."

Cao Renjie said.

"But I think Ms. Yuan and Editor-in-Chief Wei don't deal with each other on weekdays, although they have worked together for many years, but these two people have always demolished each other, and now they are dead enemies, shouldn't they be very happy?" Zhang Yamin looked entangled with an incomprehensible look.

A reporter laughed in a low voice: "Zhang Yamin, where did you come from so much, it seems that in our newspaper office, as long as we believe that if you don't show up here at ten o'clock in the evening, you will be safe, anyway, I won't joke with my life." ”

"Hey, you all went to college, a little bit of a scientific attitude, what kind of death curse at ten o'clock in the evening, it's unreliable to listen to, you think this is a newspaper story serial. I think there must be a reason for this, and we, as journalists, have a responsibility to find out the truth. ”

Zhang Yamin obviously didn't believe this, he saw that Luo Yin had been staring at this side and talking, so he smiled and said: "Mr. Policeman, what I said is right, the spirit of science, what we need is the spirit of science." ”

"All I know is that if I stay here, I'm going to be tormented by you." A reporter picked up his bag and said, "I'm going to interview that red singer Xiao Li Xianglan, you continue to discuss science, don't stop." ”

"Little Li Xianglan, this name is interesting, doesn't she know that Li Xianglan is not a good person."

Su San felt that there was something wrong with the nickname of this singer.

"Of course you know, that's how you're famous. Li Xianglan is still being interrogated, and her debut under the name of little Li Xianglan attracts attention, even if the military commander is unhappy, he can't reach it, and people haven't done anything bad, right. ”

Luo Yin's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he looked at Yu Wei and said in a voice that only the three of them could hear: "These four words remind me that we can do an experiment." may be able to solve the mystery of the death of Editor-in-Chief Wei. (To be continued.) )