Ruyi first nodded at Luo Dongce, and then glared at Ziyue fiercely, complaining that she didn't help herself.

The room fell silent, waiting for the photos that Bo Heng and Zou Zhinan had not yet sent.

Within two minutes, photos of Bo Heng also came one after another. When the photo came, Ruyi had already written the copy. The high-tech development zone is mostly industrial factories and undeveloped slum areas, where workers from other provinces rent houses, and when Nanming City was expanded, many residential areas of the original county town were expanded. As a result, the avenues are wide, but the paths are muddy and difficult to navigate. Because there are few residents, there are not many hawkers there. It's just that they have lived there freely and casually for decades, and they are always a little rude to the chengguan, and things often happen. It was also for this reason that Ziyue handed over today's most difficult task to Boheng. Looking at Bo Heng's manuscript, Ziyue showed a satisfied smile.

Ruyi copied and pasted it, rearranged it, and sent it out directly. Ruyi couldn't help but sigh when he read Bo Heng's article: "Now it's seven knives, and he can write the news release so vividly and meaningfully, although it is a prescribed chapter, it makes people feel that he is picking up people's teeth." With that, she saved her manuscript to another folder to be used for the next government event.

Ziyue, who was on the side, had already begun to read Bo Heng's article for the second time. It is also urgent to write about the rectification of the city's appearance, but Boheng's words can convince readers. A neat street style, with high-rise buildings, clean and orderly; The other is a record of the scene of the morning market vendors going to the tea cool, and the vegetable leaves and fruit peels are everywhere. The two photos are placed there, creating a striking contrast. His photos do not have the strict law enforcement of the chengguan, nor the sadness of the hawkers forced to make a living, but only the results and the expectations of the people. At this time, no matter how flowery rhetoric and righteous words are used, they are not as good as the two photos that come into view, which makes all the words pale and boring. Even if there is no text, just a headline, the balance in the reader's mind knows how to tilt.

Reading this article again, there is only a few words of difference between it and the draft, but it has turned the boring propaganda slogan into a persuasion text that ordinary people love to read. Ziyue couldn't help but sigh in her heart, only the words written by Bo Heng can cover the style of Bo Heng's photographs.

Luo Dongce put down the newspaper, looked at the silence of the two, and motioned for Ziyue to show him Boheng's article.

After reading it, Luo Dongce laughed and said, "Good boy, seven knives, now two knives are enough, what else is it called seven knives!" Hahaha......"

There was only a photo of Zou Zhinan left, Ziyue glanced at the time on the phone, and then looked at the prompt bar on the phone, but there was still no new information. It stands to reason that the raid should have ended and the photos should have been sent back. Ziyue was a little worried, after all, this was Zou Zhinan's first time working in Nanming, and he was alone, so he didn't know if there would be any emergencies that would make it difficult for him to deal with. Just thinking about it, the color of the mobile phone screen dimmed, and Ziyue pressed the phone again, for fear that she would not be able to receive the message in the first place.

After another three minutes, Ziyue's mobile phone finally moved, Zou Zhinan did not send a photo first, but sent a sentence first: "I don't have time to explain the reason for the time being, but no matter how other people send messages, you just write the following paragraph." ”

Ziyue looked at the information and frowned, she vaguely felt that something unusual had happened. She wanted to reply to Zou Zhinan's message, typed two words "Okay", and deleted it again. First, because she felt from the text that Zou Zhinan should have other things to take care of, and she didn't want her text messages to disturb him; Another reason is that she is not sure what the text and photos sent by Zou Zhinan are, and there is no way to ensure that she and the entire "glasses" studio see the problem from the same perspective as him. Ziyue understands that rushing to reply can only put herself in a dilemma.

Ziyue watched the status of the conversation page between herself and Zou Zhinan change from the word "Zou Chuan" to "the other party has been typing", holding her breath and waiting for the next content. The text box finally appeared, and there was only one sentence: "At 8:45 a.m. on January 5, 2022, a car accident occurred at the intersection of Jiefang Hutong and Jishun Street near the construction square of Luyuan District. ”

Then, a striking photo followed. In the photo, a white sedan was parked in the middle of Jishun Street, blocking Jiefang Hutong, and a few meters away, ambulance personnel surrounded an injured person, and traffic police, urban management, and passers-by stood in the distance......

In the photo, the traffic police are maintaining order, a city manager in his thirties collapsed to the ground, and a woman looked nervous, following the traffic police to make notes.

Ziyue saw the photos and texts, and probably understood that there was an accident in this raid, which led to the death of one person.

Ziyue handed over the mobile phone to Ruyi and Luo Dongce, and discussed it with Luo Dongce. "Uncle Mosquito, how should we report it?" Ziyue already had the answer in her heart, but she still wanted to listen to Luo Dongce's opinion to ensure that her decision was foolproof.

"Don't be suspicious of employing people, don't use suspicious people!" Luo Dongce took the phone and fiddled with it awkwardly, and zoomed in on the photo again.

Ziyue nodded at Ruyi, and reported the news word for word.

Ziyue then replied to Zou Zhinan's message: "Where are you?" When will I be able to come back? ”

Ziyue only received the words "Traffic Brigade", and then never received any more information from Zou Zhinan.

Ziyue and Ruyi waited for half an hour, only waiting for Dasen to come back and the news in Nanming City, all of which said that the female driver couldn't brake and killed the septuagenarian.

Ruyi said anxiously: "It's not okay to wait like this, let others take all the first-hand information!" ”

Ziyue didn't say a word.

"Zou Chuan, he's only been here for a day, and you believe him like that?" Ruyi added. "In this way, our 'glasses' will no longer have the right to speak in the authority and timeliness of social news!"

"Don't worry...... Ziyue has been looking at the photos sent by Zou Zhinan for half an hour, and also contacted Bo Heng and Liu Chang to go to the scene to interview nearby residents.

"If it doesn't work again, I'll go to the traffic police brigade and bring him out!" Dason saw that Ziyue was only staring at the photo, and he was also anxious for her.

"Do you know which traffic police detachment he's in?" Ziyue looked up at Dassen.

"So what do you say? I...... We all listen to you! "Dawson's feelings for Ziyue can always be revealed, intentionally or unintentionally. He wanted to say "I", but he was afraid that Ziyue would be embarrassed, and said that he was emotional, so he changed it to "we".

"No need, no matter what is written on the Internet, we only write this sentence!" Ziyue looked at the photo again and said firmly.

"You really believe him!" Dasen didn't feel anything, but for some reason he inadvertently regarded Zou Zhinan as an imaginary enemy, and his tone was a little excited.

Ziyue took out her mobile phone again, zoomed in on it, and said to everyone: "Look here, if the female driver accidentally hits someone and kills someone, the driver should be the most afraid, why is the person sitting on the ground the city management here?" ”

Everyone didn't understand the intention of Ziyue's words.

Ziyue looked at everyone without squeaking, just staring at her, and continued: "Look again, the traffic police next to this chengguan are also making notes......

"What do you mean?" The more Dathan listened, the more confused he became, and asked directly.

"What are you out for today?" Ziyue pursed her lips and thought of a way to guide Dasen patiently.

Dasen was moved by Ziyue's small movements, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.

Ruyi said: "They are patting the chengguan to inspect the streets......"

"Yes!" Ziyue interrupted her and continued: "So the person who died unexpectedly could have had a car accident to avoid being chased by the chengguan?" Everyone seemed to suddenly realize, but then Ziyue continued: "Although we don't know about this! However, judging from the information reported now, everyone's speculation may not be correct. The purpose of our self-media is not to attract people's attention, but to return the truth to the world. We have just reported the facts, and as for other details, we cannot rush to conclusions yet. ”

Everyone fell silent, each flipping through the headlines, and now the female driver has been "doxxed" by netizens, followed by abuse and discrimination and insults against female drivers. Netizens are divided into two camps, and some don't even care about the matter itself, only whether the female driver should drive. Even Ziyue and Ruyi, who face these nonsense comments every day, feel that today's gambling curses are a little meaner and crueler.

These malicious and abusive remarks seemed to sting Ziyue, she flipped her hand and buckled her mobile phone, took the computer and walked into the editor-in-chief's room. She atomized the glass, locked the door, and sat quietly at the table alone, looking at the picture frame at hand, and fell into memory.

In Ziyue's memory, a seven-year-old girl hugged her mother's body and cried, but was pointed at by passers-by around her. The girl didn't understand why, her mother died, no one helped her, and she kept saying "sin" and "deserved", how miserable her crying was, and how vicious the curses of passers-by weed. Even a few days after her mother left, every neighbor, the uncles and aunts who had been asked by her mother to say hello, came to her house and scolded her mother's portrait. My father couldn't drive them away, and he couldn't push them himself...... The girl looked very helpless, and her helpless face was somewhat similar to Ziyue. The girl was Ziyue, and the father's face was Ziyue's father's youthful appearance.

Ziyue broke free from her memory, her gaze became more and more resolute, she didn't want people in this world to suffer innocent online violence anymore. She wanted to find more details in the photos and stop the speculation. Ziyue uploaded the photo that Zou Zhinan gave her to the computer, and enlarged it little by little, little by little, until it was enlarged to forty-seven times. Ziyue fell into an indescribable fainting again......