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He walked on long legs, and on the stage that had been set up for the start of the desert area entertainment club, he picked up the megaphone with one hand and said loudly:

"Dear families, I am Si Zeyu, the president of Group D, and first of all, I would like to express my deep apologies to the families of the victims of this accident." As he spoke, he bowed deeply in front of the victims' families and all the reporters.

The crowd, which had been noisy just now, instantly became quiet.

Si Zeyu, a man like a god, made such a move in front of so many people, and everyone was shocked.

Some reporters also rubbed their eyes, making sure that all this in front of them was not a hallucination.

When it was confirmed that this man was indeed Si Zeyu, everyone was taken aback.

Several of the victims' families still can't contain the anger in their hearts.

"If apologizing can save our family's lives, you can always apologize here!"

"Yes, we don't need an apology now, we need an explanation!"

Then these victims' families, you shouted loudly and I said a word, and their emotions seemed to be excited again.

A few men even wanted to break through the shackles of the security guards and break into front of Si Zeyu.

The security guards tried their best to stop them, and the reporters from the major media squeezed forward desperately, saying that they didn't want to miss the opportunity to make headlines.

Si Zeming was in front of the TV, his eyes staring at the TV screen, looking like he was waiting to watch a good show.

What do you do this time?

In front of the crowd, an inconspicuous little boy stood there, originally a woman was protecting him, but with a sudden push from behind, the woman did not stand firmly, and her body fell.

The crowd rushed forward, and no one noticed such a small spot, and the people behind rushed forward, and the child did not stand firmly, and his head hit the edge of the platform, bleeding.

The situation changed too quickly, and the child's body had slowly fallen, and if he slipped and fell to the ground, the crowd behind him would rush up, and the child would definitely be trampled on.

The woman who had just been knocked down got up from the ground, looked at the child who was about to be crushed, broke down several times, and shouted loudly in front of her.

"My child, my child ......"

But the people seemed to have gone mad, and they all squeezed forward with all their might, and they could not hear the woman's cry at all.

said that it was too late, Si Zeyu quickly turned around, jumped off the stage, blocked the crowd surging up with one arm, and picked up the child with the other and rushed back to the stage.

Si Zeyu picked out a handkerchief from the pocket of his jacket and covered the child's broken head.

"Does it hurt?" Looking at this child, who was almost the same age as Zhuang Zhuang, Si Zeyu's eyes were full of distress, and he asked with concern.

The child seemed to be a little frightened, his eyes were wide open, and he kept shaking his head.

At this time, everyone noticed the scene just now, and instantly fell silent, staring at the scene on the stage.

Si Zeyu said to the security guard next to him:

"What are you still doing, call an ambulance."

The child's mother rushed to the front of the stage.

"My son, my son."

Si Zeyu asked a security guard to let the woman go.

The woman's tears were not stopped, and her emotions were also a little excited.

The loss of her husband made her feel like the sky was going to fall, and she couldn't imagine what would happen to her only son if something happened to her.

If something happens to the child, how can she be worthy of her husband who has just died.

"Mom, it hurts." The little boy was in Si Zeyu's arms, his face was pale, and he stretched out his little hand to the woman.

The woman took the child with a trembling hand, the indescribable heart-wrenching feeling, she was anxious and cried loudly, she glanced at Si Zeyu, and her eyes poured into complex emotions.

Si Zeyu learned from the mouth of the staff that this woman was the wife of one of the deceased.

Half a year ago, they came out of the countryside to work, but they didn't expect their husbands to have an accident, Si Zeyu looked at the orphans and widows in front of him, and felt guilty in his heart.

"The ambulance will arrive soon, don't be afraid, the child is just scratching a little skin, a little frightened, it will be fine!" Si Zeyu comforted.

The woman looked at the child's injured forehead and the blood-stained handkerchief, the terrifying picture just now was still vivid, and she still said a word to Si Zeyu.

"Thank you!"

"I'm sorry for you! Believe me, I will definitely give you a satisfactory answer, and I will ask the assistant to accompany you to take the child to the hospital for a check-up. ”

Then Si Zeyu continued to the families of the deceased in the audience:

"I understand your mood at the moment, I also ask you to treat this matter rationally, please believe me, I will give you a satisfactory answer, the deceased is gone, I hope the living are safe!"

At this time, the people below were silent, yes, there are no more people, it is better to believe Si Zeyu once.

One of the older men, after discussing with those family members, stood up and talked to Si Zeyu.

"We will believe you once, and we must give us a satisfactory statement within two days."

Si Zeyu nodded.

At this time, the ambulance arrived at the scene, Si Zeyu instructed Assistant Yue to go to the hospital to deal with the matter, and the woman, the child and several accompanying family members got into the ambulance.

Si Zeyu instructed the person in charge of the desert area to arrange a place for the families of the deceased to rest.

The reporters also withdrew.

At the gate of the desert area, calm has returned.

At this time, Ye Li called Si Zeyu.

"Zeyu, where are you? Something important was discovered. ”

"I'm at the desert construction site, you can come and talk in detail!"

After a while, Ye Li arrived here in his Lamborghini sports car.

Ye Li stood in front of Si Zeyu with the call sheet of the section chief and deputy section chief of the monitoring room, and the transcript of the news he heard at their house.

Looking at Ye Li's somewhat haggard face, Si Zeyu patted him on the shoulder.

"Good brother, hard work."

"It should." Ye Li yawned as he spoke, and it seemed that he hadn't slept all night last night.

After investigation, there is no problem with the call records of the monitoring section chief, all of them are work phones and home phones.

In the call records of Deputy Section Chief Yang Chen, an unfamiliar number frequently appears, some of which are called out and some are called in.

After Ye Li's investigation, this is a number that has not been transferred, which can be said to be a black number, which is very suspicious based on this alone.

Another important piece of information is that Yang Chen's youngest son was diagnosed with leukemia not long ago, and his eldest daughter was sent abroad to study a few days ago.

According to Yang Chen's position and salary in Group D, he can barely maintain the cost of medical treatment for a leukemia son, and he must not be able to afford the cost of a child's study abroad.

Yang Chen's son was sick and hospitalized, and his daughter went abroad to study, which happened almost at the same time, which has to be suspicious.

"Zeyu, it seems that there is a big problem here." Ye Li's eyes looked at Si Zeyu with a hint of doubt.

Suspicious indeed!

Si Zeyu called the director of the office and asked him to call Yang Chen, the deputy section chief, over.

After a while, the director of the office brought Yang Chen in, Yang Chen was dark-skinned, about forty years old, medium in stature, usually not much talking, he belonged to a down-to-earth and hard-working talent, and it was not easy to work in the current position in the talented D Group.

Si Zeyu glanced at the office director.

"You go out first."

"Yes!"

As soon as the office owner left, Yang Chen looked a little cramped to his boss Zeyu's dark eyes, and his hands kept rubbing each other, as if to hide the tension in his heart.

"Sit down." Si Zeyu's bony fingers pointed to the sofa opposite him.

"Mr. Si, if you have any orders, just say it." When Yang Chen spoke, he had been avoiding Si Zeyu's eyes, and his heart was flustered.

Si Zeyu's eyes are as deep as a pool, and they contain the wisdom to perceive everything.

"Sit down and talk." Si Zeyu said it again.

Yang Chen swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then slowly walked to the sofa and sat down.

"How old are you this year?" Si Zeyu asked.

Hearing Si Zeyu's words, Yang Chen immediately raised his head and looked at him, unable to believe it, thinking that he had heard it wrong.

Si Zeyu looked at him firmly, Yang Chen immediately lowered his head again, and stammered and replied:

"Forty."

"How many children are there at home?" Si Zeyu asked again.

"Two, two children." Yang Chen felt a little confused by the second monk.

"I heard your son has leukemia." Si Zeyu did not use a question again, but an affirmative sentence.

Yang Chen looked at Si Zeyu again, cold sweat began to break out on his head, and his whole body trembled a little.

Si Zeyu felt that the heat was a little close, and then he said bluntly.

"The night before the accident, you went to the monitoring room, and it was you who broke the line, causing the monitoring to fail after the early hours of the morning."

After Si Zeyu finished speaking, Yang Chen couldn't sit steadily, and was so frightened that he immediately slipped off the sofa and fell to the ground.

Si Zeyu felt that he was frightened by these three words, and he unexpectedly did such a careless thing to disregard people's lives.

"No...... It's not me ......" Yang Chen kept repeating this sentence and kept shaking his head.

"If it's not you, then who?" Si Zeyu's voice became unusually cold, making Yang Chen's heart rise to his throat.

Si Zeyu also faintly felt in his heart that Yang Chen was coerced and used.

"Yes...... I don't know, I don't know, I don't know......" Yang Chen's mouth kept repeating this sentence, as if he was enchanted.

"Yang Chen, you think about it, think about your sick son, and your daughter who studied abroad, did someone instigate you to do this, and then gave you a large sum of money to let you see a doctor for your child and send your child to study abroad?"

Si Zeyu could see from Yang Chen's panicked expression that he must be an accomplice, just a little coward, where could he commit such a thing.

What's more, he investigated, and he and the two workers didn't know each other at all, let alone have any hatred for them.

Hearing Si Zeyu's words, Yang Chen trembled even more.