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." ”