After arriving at the newspaper office, Xiao Yao met his editor Ye Fei in the elevator. Xiao Yao hooked his shoulder and said, "Dude, there is a fierce material, do you dare to send it?" Ye Fei snorted and said, "How fierce is it?" When he arrived at the office, Xiao Yao gave him the manuscript Q, and then sat in front of the computer to play the game, but he couldn't play at all, and after about 10 minutes, Ye Fei Q him: "Brother, come here." Xiao Yao's heart is like a deer, and he used to sit aside honestly. Ye Fei said, "Is there really such a thing?" Xiao Yao nodded: "People are renting out the house in me." "Then I'll sign it, just missing a decent headline, and I'll go with you to see this girl in the evening?"

Xiao Yao was moved in his heart, originally according to the procedure, Ye Fei should at least go to the girl with him to verify first, but he chose to believe Xiao Yao, so he signed first, they are all media migrant workers in the city, and they can be regarded as brothers. After getting off work in a hurry, it was more than 10 o'clock in the evening, and the sample was finally sent to the printing workshop, Xiao Yao breathed a sigh of relief and patted Ye Fei's shoulder: "Dude, go to old Sichuan to fill your stomach first." "Old Sichuan is a Sichuan restaurant next to the archway at the entrance of Yangji Village, and the pickled cabbage fish is more authentic. Thinking that this manuscript came a little unusually, and it was able to be successfully reported in the newspaper, Xiao Yao was a little happy, waved his hand and said, "I have a treat today!" ”

Ye Fei said: "Let's go, let's take a look at your golden house Zangjiao first, why don't you call out and have a meal together?" Xiao Yao was afraid that someone would scare Bai Lan in the past, so he said, "I'll call her first." "The phone got through, but no one answered. Ye Fei watched Xiao Yao's face turn white little by little. Comforted him: "Maybe I went to the toilet." Xiao Yao said, "Let's go first." Xiao Yao's heart was beating hard.

After 10 minutes into the alley, Xiao Yao looked around very carefully, and felt that there was no suspicious person, so he opened the door, and when he went upstairs, his heart began to beat in winter. Going up to the third floor, he took out the key and opened the door, there was no one in the living room, rushed into the room, his head bumped, and there was no one inside. Xiao Yao shouted: "Bai Lan." "No one answered. When he came to the bathroom, the door was open, he couldn't care so much, and when he pushed the door open, it was empty. Xiao Yao walked back and forth in the rental house, there was no one, and he couldn't see any traces of anyone coming.

The T-shirt and shorts that Bai Lan had changed from last night were all in bed, and the tulle dress she was wearing was missing with the person. Xiao Yao seemed to have a thousand needles pricked on his back, and the sweat came down. He was embarrassed to look at Ye Fei at this time, and it was obvious that Bai Lan was the only evidence he had to prove the authenticity of the manuscript to Ye Fei. Ye Fei walked to the window, stretched out his hand to push the window open, looked at the dark night outside the window, and said, "Did you close the window when you went to work?"

Xiao Yao said: "I don't remember. "Come and see, there seem to be footprints on the rooftop." The houses in the urban village are all handshake buildings, and Xiao Yao's window is next to the rooftop next door. Xiao Yao took a closer look, there were footprints on it, very shallow, and he couldn't see it at all if he didn't care. Xiao Yao trembled all over, and he saw a wisp of white yarn fluttering gently in the wind on the tip of an outcropping nail in the window lattice. Xiao Yao involuntarily shouted: "Don't move." Ye Fei watched Xiao Yao carefully pinch the strand of white yarn with his index finger and thumb, brought it to Ye Fei and said, "This is on her skirt, she ran away from the window." ”

Ye Fei said: "Why are you running? Why run from the window? Your door is well locked. "I don't know." "Can't figure it out? You're telling me the truth, what's going on?" Ye Fei, who rarely lost his temper, glared at Xiao Yao. Xiao Yao's face immediately turned ugly: "Dude, don't you believe me?" You don't even have a lonely certificate for this manuscript now, if something happens, who do you go to testify?" Xiao Yao put the strand of white yarn on his desk and sandowed it in the book "The Basic Cultivation of a Reporter", and said, "It's a big deal, you can go back to sleep first." Ye Fei shook his head: "Can you sleep?" Xiao Yao smiled: "What's the one you can't sleep?" Dude, trust me, I didn't hit the ghost. ”

The next morning, less than three hours after the newspaper hit the street, Xiao Yao was called to the office by the editor-in-chief Lao Liu, Xiao Yao stood at the window of the corridor and looked inside, and there was a man in a suit sitting in front of Lao Liu's desk. Lao Liu's expression is always very harmonious under normal circumstances, but today he is very serious, although he made up a smiling face, which is more ugly than crying.

After entering, Lao Liu beckoned him to sit down, pointed to the newspaper on the coffee table, and said, "This is Mr. Wang, who is in charge of public relations at Xiangfei Hotel, did you pick this manuscript yourself or did Ye Fei ask you to write it?" Xiao Yao said: "I wrote it myself." ”

Mr. Wang picked up the newspaper and said: "This is fake news, yesterday there was a jumping incident in our hotel, a young lady named Bai Lan jumped from the eighth floor and died on the spot, the specific cause is under investigation, you actually wrote it out without a full interview, do you know that this is slander?"

Mr. Wang took out a photo from his briefcase and put it on the coffee table: "This is a photo of the lady who jumped off the building, I hope you will post an apology notice within three days to eliminate the adverse impact of this report on our hotel." Mr. Wang's photo was put down and came out high. The white orchid in the photo looks peaceful and beautiful, the blood oozing from the corners of her mouth and the blood stains dripping from her body are extremely clear. Outside the window, the southern June sun was spraying, and Xiao Yao shivered.

Ye Fei didn't know when he came in, looked at the photos for a while, and said to Lao Liu: "This matter is mainly my responsibility." Lao Liu broke out and said, "Don't talk to me about any responsibility, brother, can you afford it?" People are obviously dead, but they are written alive by you! Alas, Xiao Yao, you tell you the truth, how did you get this manuscript? Are you dreaming or have you hit a ghost?" Xiao Yao touched the back of his head and said, "Mr. Liu, do you think I look like a person who can write a manuscript in a dream?" ”

Lao Liu patiently listened to Xiao Yao's words, patted Xiao Yao's shoulder, and said, "You have to be wronged this time, write a check, and our newspaper will publish an apology notice." "I vouch for the truth of this with my personality." Lao Liu said: "Now it's not a problem of personality, it's a problem of jobs." ”

"Then forget it, please ask Mr. Liu, if I write this thing, do you think I have no professional ethics?" This, can't be said of either, you're thinking too much. "I'll just ask, it's okay, I'll hand it in in a moment, resignation application, I often write this thing." Out of Lao Liu's office, Ye Fei patted Xiao Yao's shoulder and said, "Brother, you still have a kind, I can't do it, I have an 80-year-old mother and a ...... now" "Big brother, don't say that, in fact, I want to leave a long time ago, if I stay, I won't even be as good as the young lady of the Xiangfei Hotel." ”