Dead in Taili?

Sister, there were only two radio broadcasts last night.

One is his 'Moon Represents Your Heart' emotional program, and the other is 'Lao Wang next door''s 'Lao Wang tells ghost stories', could it be that Lao Wang is dead?

It seems to be cool.

If the 'old king next door' is really dead, wouldn't he be very suspicious?

There were only three people in the station last night, including the assistants.

But the assistant left a little privately, and later, he and the 'old king next door' were left in the station.

When he was leaving last night, he also said hello to the 'old king next door'.

At that time, the 'old king next door' was still good, but how did he die.

With a stomach full of questions, Ding Jie came to the sixth floor.

The third office on the left is the old witch's director's office.

'Knock knock!'

There was a knock on the door.

Soon, a very intellectual voice came from inside.

But in the voice, it is not difficult to hear the ability and majesty.

"Enter. ”

Ding Jie's heart was a little apprehensive, but she still took a step forward and pushed the door open.

In the room, there is an urban woman wearing a women's suit and suit pants, without a little powder on her face, but extremely delicate, with the temperament of a mature woman, and a sexy figure, it simply interprets the word 'beauty' to the extreme.

Glamorous and incomprehensible.

There is a temptation in every move.

"Zhang Tai, you are looking for me... What are the instructions?" Ding Jie quickly withdrew her gaze, not daring to linger on the old witch's body longer, but glanced around the room again, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief after making sure that there was no policeman.

As long as you don't go to the police station, nothing is good.

"What time is it? You're here, and your bonus is gone this month. Before you leave work, write a check and send it to me. Zhang Qingqing was processing the documents, and when she said this, she couldn't help but glance at Ding Jie indifferently, and said with a little dissatisfaction: "And you wrote a detailed written report on what you did in the station last night, or what unusual things you saw, and handed it to me together with the inspection." ”

With that, move on to the file.

For Ding Jie, there is not much attention at all.

It seems that in her eyes, there is only work, work, and work.

"Yes. I'm going to write a review. ”

That's it?

Write a report and write an inspection?

No police interrogation?

Isn't it a little too formal?

Or has the killer already been identified by the police?

That's right.

Something unusual... And what is it?

Last night's bus doesn't count.

"Zhang Tai, the old king in our station died last night?"

Before leaving, Ding Jie still asked.

He always felt a little unusual about the death of the 'old king next door'.

"Don't ask, don't ask. Suddenly, Zhang Qingqing's face changed, and she said coldly.

wtf？

Just ask, as for having such a big temper?

Or is it a bit unusual for the 'old king next door' to die?

Like a basement 'carrion'?

"Yes. Ding Jie said, turned around and left.

But just as she reached the door, the old witch spoke again.

"Wait a minute. Ding Jie, you··· Did you see something strange when you got off work in Taili last night?" Zhang Qingqing suddenly stopped Ding Jie and asked a sentence without a beginning or an end.

Quirky stuff?

What counts as odd?

Like a gnawing sound from the basement?

"Nope. When I got off work last night, I went to see Lao Wang, and he was fine at that time. Ding Jie said truthfully.

He got off work at half past eleven, and the 'old king next door' didn't get off work until half past one in the morning, and it was all evening radio.

"yes, I see. You're good to go. Zhang Qingqing nodded and motioned for Ding Jie to go.

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Coming out of the director's office, Ding Jie returned to the office area on the second floor.

A small 'anchor' like Ding Jie does not have an independent office.

Like the 'clerks', they all work in a group on the second floor.

There are no less than hundreds of them between one grid after another.

"Did you know that the old king is dead. It was discovered by the report on duty this morning, and when the police came, they directly blocked the third floor. It is said that... The old man died miserably. All that was left was a skeleton of bones and a head, the flesh and blood on his body were disintegrated, and all the internal organs were gone. It's worse than the last time the rotting corpse in the basement died. ”

"Do you say that Lao Wang has offended anyone, so that he let the enemy kill him. ”

"Maybe. Last night's live broadcast on the station was only Lao Wang and Ding Jie. You say..."

"Lao Wang and Ding Jie don't seem to deal with each other..."

"In the past, I thought they had a good relationship, how could they not deal with each other?"

"You don't know, the last silver microphone award in the city should have been Ding Jie's. But then he let Lao Wang go, and Ding Jie has always felt uncomfortable. ”

"Hehe! I feel that Lao Wang's death is a bit unusual. The last time the rotting corpse in the basement had not been solved, and now there was another case of the death of a clerk. Let's Taili··· It's getting less and less secure. Do you think there is any connection between these two cases?"

The staff in the cubicle were all talking about the case of Lao Wang's death.

But Ding Jie ignored it, but walked to the desk in his cubicle and sat down, acting very flat.

The death of the 'old king next door', although he was very puzzled, but life still has to go on.

Let's get the job done first.

There was a live broadcast in the evening, as well as a report and a review.

There's really a lot more to do.

"Brother Ding, you're finally here. I thought something had happened to you. Now everyone in the station is saying that Lao Wang's death is related to you, are you... Don't worry, no matter what others say, I will believe you. "Sitting next to Ding Jie is a fat man who is not very old, who entered the stage at the same time as Ding Jie, and the relationship is usually not bad.

"Hmm. Ding Jie nodded and began to write a review.

To be honest, he really doesn't care much about these rumors.

What he cares more about is the initiator.

The initiator of the spread of rumors.

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For the whole morning, the whole station seemed to be in a dark cloud.

To be precise, it is in the dark cloud of the death of the 'old king next door'.

A few days ago, there were rotting corpses in the basement, and now there are staff members who have died.

The invisible fear spread in the stage little by little.

Some of these unfounded rumors, like a tornado, swept through the entire radio station.

said that the death of 'Lao Wang next door' was related to Ding Jie.

There are many different versions of this statement.

At this time, as the protagonist of the speech, Ding Jie didn't care at all about these trumped-up 'crimes', he was watching the news on the Internet.

A piece of news that has just been released.

It's the headlines of the city.

"The city's No. 303 bus and the passengers on it mysteriously disappeared at 12 o'clock last night. At nine o'clock this morning, on a barren mountain in the northwest of the city, bus No. 303 and its passengers were found. ”