Qin Zhenyang silently read the manuscript and gently threw it on the table. Slowly and methodically, he took off his glasses and put them back in the case, placing them within reach on his right-hand side. He took the teacup and leaned lazily on the back of the chair, took a few sips of hot tea, and his eyes gradually narrowed into a slit, revealing a posture of tasting the fragrance of tea.

After a while, he suddenly sat up straight, but he just moved the manuscript on the table to the storage basket so that he could put down the teacup in his hand, completely ignoring Jiang Jinjiu's meaning, which made Jiang Jinjiu, who had been sitting for a long time, feel anxious.

He was nervous when he arrived, and because of the limited time, he had to copy what he had written in his sleep. Although the content is slightly sorted out, it reads a lot smoother, but the ending is not satisfactory.

He always felt that the content was too outrageous, and in the end, "Li Dayou hanged himself on the balcony to restrain himself and face the mistakes he made here forever, so as to torture himself, this is the truth of the haunted house." "No matter how you look at it, I feel empty.

He was afraid that he would not be able to pass the test, so he naturally paid close attention to Qin Zhenyang's attitude.

More than that, Jiang Jinjiu was anxious and didn't pay attention when he first came in, and when he waited, he realized that the smell of incense and smell on the day of the interview was not smelly.

The difference is that today's taste is more incense-oriented, it is a fragrance that makes him uncomfortable, wrapped in the nasal cavity so sweet and greasy, so greasy that the cerebral blood vessels are clogged and swollen, and the swelling is so that the temples are faintly painful, which really makes him live like a year.

However, Qin Zhenyang likes to sell guanzi very much, and sits there without saying anything, as if he is alone in the house.

Half of the tea was drunk and the water was followed, and the hot air was blown gently, until he took a small sip, Jiang Jinjiu glanced at his watch, and forty minutes had passed since he entered the door!

How did Jiang Jinjiu know that this tiny movement was actually captured by Qin Zhenyang's squinted eyes.

Unexpectedly, this was Qin Zhenyang testing his patience, and the result was quite satisfactory, so Qin Zhenyang opened his mouth.

What made Jiang Jinjiu vomit blood was that when Qin Zhenyang looked at him with a smile on his face, he said, "Did you sleep well last night?" ”

Vomiting blood is vomiting blood, Jiang Jinjiu is more surprised.

Could it be that Qin Zhenyang saw that he had slept all night? Looking at Qin Zhenyang's calm expression, Jiang Jinjiu couldn't help but feel weak, and couldn't help but swallow his saliva. Fortunately, he has some experience in deceiving his superiors, and he can do it in the face of danger.

"It's okay, I only slept for two hours, so President Qin, do you think it's written?"

"What's this......" Qin Zhenyang took another sip of tea and said leisurely, "The content is acceptable, it's a little bloody, but it's ......"

"But what?" Jiang Jinjiu asked anxiously.

"Bang"! Qin Zhenyang suddenly let go of the lid of the cup, and just snapped it on the cup and made a crisp sound. The smile on his face disappeared in an instant, and he pressed his index finger on the table and said, "My purpose here is first and foremost based on facts, as you wrote, it is true that a man killed his wife and dismembered the body, but the motive for killing his wife cannot be fabricated, unless you have evidence." What's even funnier is that you're writing from the perspective of a dead man, so ...... Now give me a reasonable explanation. After speaking, his expression flickered, and he returned to his previous leisurely appearance.

Jiang Jinjiu heard that it was indeed happening, and suddenly felt a sound explode in his head, I don't know if it was a hallucination or a cracked blood vessel.

But he didn't have time to be afraid, and he concentrated on pondering the second half of what Qin Zhenyang said. Looking at Qin Zhenyang's attitude again, Jiang Jinjiu guessed that this was a tactful way to chase away customers, and he was indeed stupid, so he should have done his homework before applying.

Despite his unwillingness, the story was indeed written by a dead man, Jiang Jinjiu firmly believes this, who believes it?

But it was only because of his belief that he thought of some clues.

But he was a little hesitant, because this matter was too bizarre, and the credibility of the evidence was different, what if Qin Zhenyang thought he was a psychopath, or a liar?

After hesitating, he found that Qin Zhenyang was looking at him with a mocking smile, and he couldn't help but think of the various scenes of being bullied by his boss in the past.

He wanted to know what kind of concept Qin Zhenyang had about "ghosts", so he asked, "May I ask President Qin, do you believe that there are really ghosts in this world?" ”

"If you don't believe it, you believe it, and if you say you don't believe it." Qin Zhenyang replied casually, pretending not to be interested in this question.

Jiang Jinjiu was embarrassed, but he had to ask, "Has President Qin ever heard of ghost possession?" ”

"Oh!?" Qin Zhenyang woke up and said, "Don't you want to say that this is written by a ghost possessing your body?" ”

"That's it," Jiang Jin said in his heart, and couldn't help but snicker. did not answer Qin Zhenyang's question, but said, "President Qin, can you take another look at the manuscript I wrote?" ”

Qin Zhenyang didn't understand what he meant, but he also glanced at the manuscript a few times according to his words.

Here, Jiang Jinjiu took out the original manuscript and handed it to Qin Zhenyang, Qin Zhenyang glanced at it, and immediately frowned, "It's really messy, what is it?" ”

There are many places in the original manuscript that have been scratched by the tip of the pen, and some of them have a page on it. On top of the damage of the next page, the next page is broken, and the damage is worse than the other.

The handwriting is also not proper, and it is connected like a wave. When writing, there is no avoidance of the breakage, and the strokes are written on the next page, and they are not avoided when they reach the next page, so there are many words that are either halfway written or have many extra strokes, and you need to guess to know.

"This is what I wrote last night when I was controlled by a ghost."

Jiang Jinjiu spread out the nine pieces of paper, pointed to the ninth piece of paper and said, "President Qin, look, although this is my handwriting, if you look closely, it is not all, the first few are not very obvious, but the last two pages are every two or three lines, and at least a few words at the end are obviously different." ”

Qin Zhenyang put on his glasses, compared them seriously, and nodded silently.

Looking at Qin Zhenyang's contemplative appearance, Jiang Jinjiu felt that there was a play, he was secretly happy in his heart, and his courage was also strong, and then he expressed his opinion, "President Qin, you can see it, my words are not good, and they will not be scribbled." But if you look at this, even if I fool around, I won't tear the paper or change it, and besides, I won't be able to write so hard at all, you see my fingers are black. ”

Jiang Jinjiu stretched out his right hand in front of Qin Zhenyang's eyes, only to see that the flesh skin around the first joint of his index finger was black from the inside out.

Qin Zhenyang nodded, and Jiang Jinjiu continued, "Even if I am too strong because I am afraid, being nervous does not mean self-abuse, why am I so vigorous?" Explain that I can't control it well, why can't I control it well? That's because I'm being controlled by somebody. ”

He then briefly recounted his experience of spending the night in a haunted house, as well as what he found unusual.

Recalling again, the most abnormal thing about Jiang Jinjiu was that he was in good spirits last night, but at a certain moment, he felt dizzy for no reason, as if he had a strong attack after drinking too much. Think you're awake, but you'll lose consciousness unconsciously.

As for the memory of the "possession", I can only vaguely recall two images, one is his sitting posture, and the other is some kind of luminous object.

There is also the sudden vomiting after waking up in the morning, which is a black, viscous liquid with a foul smell no less than that of methane.

However, I ate a bowl of noodles and drank a little wine that night, which should not have been digested into such a bad product in theory.

Besides, after at least six hours in the morning, everything you eat should be digested, and the vomit should be stomach acid water, how can there be something to vomit?

Qin Zhenyang listened absentmindedly, but was more interested in the nine broken manuscripts, and examined them one by one in his hand. Although the eyes were half-open, they couldn't hide the light inside, as if they had discovered some secret.

After Jiang Jinjiu finished speaking, Qin Zhenyang also finished reading it. However, he did not comment on Jiang Jinjiu's speech, but took off his glasses and put them on the table, put on a leisurely posture again, and said, "When you collide with evil spirits, sit down, and tell you about the general situation of the newspaper and your responsibilities......"

"What's going on? I haven't said if I want someone or not, so I'm talking about this? Although Jiang Jinjiu muttered in his heart, he could only sit down and listen.

"Zero No. 1 Weekly" is a weekly magazine issued by the newspaper, which was founded by Qin Zhenyang in the fourth year after he became president. Its original intention was simply to chase the trend, and then gradually degenerated into a propaganda leaflet for various "masters" to sell their reputation.

In the early years, people were more or less superstitious.

All kinds of strange events and anecdotes are circulating in the rivers and lakes, and there will always be a few things that cause a sensation. Among them, there will be so-called strange people who drive away ghosts and evil spirits, astrological divination, and take the opportunity to become famous.

Of course, "Weekly Zero One" rarely reports on the miraculous deeds of such people.

In these deeds, the scene is naturally rare in the house that has died, and the real estate with bad feng shui.

Often, these properties are difficult to sell or even sell. When the master told how he showed his might, ran the five elements, the town ghost house, and turned into a lucky house. It is undoubtedly to say to the people, "There are good people living here".

There are many people who are greedy for cheap, and real estate developers and agents can not be happy.

If you encounter profiteers, bribes or journalists, say something inspiring, such as "bless, enlighten, transfer ......" or even collude to raise housing prices.

As a result, the weekly magazine has indirectly become a tool for real estate developers to refute rumors, downplay the impact and speculate on housing prices.

Qin Zhenyang is not good at stubble, and takes the opportunity to pull "sponsorship". How can those rich real estate developers, masters, and big bosses care about such a small amount of money.

Qin Zhenyang has also accumulated rich network resources, and he does not want to develop another business from this.

When some sponsors do not want to publicize the incident, and when they dare not be blatant and have no channels, the reporters of Weekly Zero 1 will conduct an investigation. After the feedback information, the relevant person in charge will lead the way and invite the capable person to solve the problem secretly.

Despite the lure of interest behind it, the weekly is very popular with its readers.

Mainly because the authenticity of the content is strong, not to mention whether there are real ghosts, but where the ins and outs of the incident are reported in detail and the suspense is sufficient, this has become the charm of the weekly. Even if there are a few interruptions due to no incidents, it will not lose popularity.

I think what people love to see is the truth, not nonsense and apocryphal stories.

And when the fame is great, it is naturally necessary to have a nickname, and the homonym of Zero 1 is the supernatural number, and the "supernatural reporter" is the most unified nickname for the reporter of this weekly magazine on the rivers and lakes.

Among the many supernatural reporters, the most outstanding one is respected as "Zero Zero".

In the heyday of the weekly, the salaries of paranormal reporters were low among their peers, but because of the large gray income, there were as many as 40 people, and the scope of the survey covered all major provincial capitals.

And among these people, not everyone is lucky, and all they encounter are man-made strange events. There are always a few unlucky people who encounter real supernatural events, and the timid ones immediately flash people, and the bold ones stubbornly hold on, and they don't leave until they suffer from it.

The worst thing is the one who doesn't know it, and not everyone can hide from it.

It is said that if a news reporter has an accident, others will not be suspicious. However, when the supernatural reporter had an accident, no one thought so innocently.

Arranged in chronological order.

In the evening, the fourth reporter was in a photo studio where a fire had broken out, while investigating the "humanoid mannequins who wandered in the middle of the night", part of the roof suddenly collapsed, and the reporter was stoned to death on the spot.

However, everyone knows that for most of the six months after the disaster, the roof of the studio has never collapsed after being exposed to wind and rain. But the supernatural reporter came, and only the stone above his head fell off, and no one believed the coincidence.

What's more, there is a rumor that there is a charred mannequin lying in the pool of blood of the deceased, who can believe that this is an accident!?

Then the tenth reporter, Qiao Cheng became a security guard to investigate the haunted rumors of the staff dormitory. The time of the death was around midnight.

At that time, people were patrolling the outer walkway, and there was an industrial chimney more than 80 meters high 300 meters away, and most of the bricks fell silently from the top, and it actually flew 300 meters downwind and hit his head, and he died after a while!

The police did some investigation and said that the night was very windy, and a blind pigeon flew downwind, happened to hit a defect at the top of the chimney, plunged headlong into the inferior bricks, and died instantly.

The pigeon's head got stuck in the bricks, and its body was shaken by the strong wind, and it was slowly pulled out of the bricks, and it was very likely that the pigeon was carrying the bricks for some distance. It was not until the bricks fell off the pigeon's head when it was close to the air above the deceased that it killed a person, which was an accidental casualty.

But the reader doesn't think so.

First, how much bigger is the hollow part of a shoddy brick than a pigeon's head? But he can plunge into it impartially, which is like "divine help".

In addition, the 80-meter-high falling object hit the head, it is already very "lucky", and then fly out of 300 meters, even more than the probability of being struck by lightning, who can believe that this is an accident!?

There are also the 19th and 22nd reporters, in broad daylight, the two went to the Yong'an Temple waiting for demolition to investigate the "strange wooden fish sound".

As a result, on the fourth day, the workers found dead in the temple, and there were two fox bones beside him! The dough was hugged together and placed in a tattered futon.

As for the situation at that time, there was a tape recorder to record the general experience.

The temple was not large, and after turning around to no avail, the two of them separated from each other to visit the surrounding residents. About three hours later, the two gathered in the temple to exchange information while eating and drinking, and then somehow fell asleep.

When the two woke up, it was already dark, and they couldn't see their fingers in the temple, so they didn't bring flashlights and had to use mobile phones to illuminate. After turning around, I found that there was no exit! Seeing that there was no signal on their mobile phones, the two panicked, like two headless flies.

It didn't take long for one person's phone to run out of battery, and the light became dim, as if to suggest that the hope of escape was slimming.

Suddenly, the sound of "tuk tuk tuk ......" came from all directions, like the sound of knocking on a wooden fish! But the voice is distinctly dull, as if the wooden fish is wrapped in a thick cloth.

The two guessed that it was the rumored strange sound of a wooden fish, and they were so frightened that they shouted for help, but they couldn't hide the disturbing sound.

And the rhythm of the sound is getting faster and faster, making people feel closer and closer, forcing people crazy. Crazy people are like wild beasts, if they are locked in a cage, they will desperately want to break out of the cage.

They kicked hard at a wall, and their hands were broken, and their feet were numb, so they struck them with their shoulders. The temple was too old for a long time, and the walls could not withstand the strong impact, and the walls cracked and the bricks fell, but they didn't expect the walls to fall towards them......

The incident had the biggest impact on the weekly, with reporters resigning one after another and salaries starting to rise.

Finally, the 34th reporter, when investigating the "ghost of the old railway station", claimed to be chased by ghosts.

At that time, he could only escape from the safety ladder on the outside of the third floor, but accidentally, if he received "divine power", he knocked down the iron guardrail and fell downstairs, not dying but becoming disabled.

Probably from this incident, the fame of the paranormal reporter increased and his value doubled. And rumors spread on the Internet that the reporters who were killed had called themselves "zero-zero".

Many people ridiculed Zero Zero as a top figure comparable to Zero Zero Seven, and it was clear that he was an old man who was easy to die young.

As a result, zero zero has become "zero zero zero", and fewer and fewer people are applying.

Qin Zhenyang didn't hide these things in the slightest, and told Jiang Jinjiu truthfully, as if he wouldn't be scared away.

But Jiang Jin was scared, he really didn't expect to risk his life as a reporter. Besides, he thinks that the reporters here should be called detectives, which is a job that can be done by finding someone to talk to, taking notes and writing articles.

Jiang Jinjiu didn't know what to say for a while.

Seeing that he was silent, Qin Zhenyang said, "Go back and think about it, and give me an answer tomorrow." He handed Jiang Jinjiu a business card to show goodbye.

Jiang Jinjiu looked at the business card in his hand and struggled in his heart, if he hadn't experienced last night, he wanted to say, "Don't think about it." ”

However, with the experience of the previous car, I am afraid that I will become the overthrow of the car behind, and I want to leave and forget to be here.

Jiang Jin moved towards the gate like a snail, and climbed a distance of about six meters for almost three minutes, and the inner struggle did not end.

When he subconsciously opened the door, he was shocked by the squeaking sound of squeaking between the door shafts, and now the number displayed in the bank card was 478.50.

This number can only make him tighten his belt for a month, but he has a five-figure monthly salary behind him, which is the day of big fish and big meat!

When I think of the scenery on the rooftop of more than 20 floors, people are like ants. Instead of stealing life, it is better to be chic, even if you encounter an accident, at least you have lived a beautiful life, enjoyed it, and it is worth it!

"President Qin, don't think about it, I'll take this job!"

Qin Zhenyang smiled slightly, put on an unsurprising face, picked up the phone, and asked the director of the personnel department to come over with the contract.

Jiang Jin signed his name and became a supernatural reporter.

Qin Zhenyang asked Jiang Jinjiu to go back and wait for two days, and officially go to work after all kinds of documents were completed.

Jiang Jin left the newspaper office with a spring breeze on his face, not noticing that Qin Zhenyang was hiding behind the window and secretly looking at his back.

When Jiang Jinjiu disappeared from view, a human voice suddenly came from behind Qin Zhenyang, "I think the young man is a little weird?" ”

The voice is deep and steady, and it should be a little old. However, in the huge office, I couldn't see the second person except Qin Zhenyang!

Qin Zhenyang still looked out the window and said, "This kid thinks I can't see it, look at him, he must have slept all night, but the first time, even if he rushes to sleep, he shouldn't be so stable, you always look at the handwriting on those nine pieces of paper, it's messy, it's not messy enough, and you still have a little bit of his own consciousness." ”

The man chuckled and said, "It may not be because of the people, don't forget that after the incident, there are many people in the community who worship the temple and ask the gods for charms, and it will definitely have an impact over time." ”

Qin Zhenyang sighed, "I hope so, it's not easy to recruit a person, and if there is any accident, it is not optimistic, if it is cut, it is inconvenient to do anything without eyeliner." ”

"So he needs to put two life-saving things."

"It's too early now, if he does it for a long time, there will be many opportunities in the future."

The man didn't speak again, and Qin Zhenyang sat back in his chair and continued to work.