Chapter VII Trains

“Icansee......

A sad song came out of Zhang Wen's phone.

“...... Editor-in-chief, I'm sorry, I'll be there right away,......" Zhang Wen hurriedly put on his pants, pulled off a piece of clothing and put it on his body, grabbed his reporter's bag, stepped on the electric car and drove towards the newspaper.

What the hell happened last night, I was attacked by a monster? I fainted after the needle? How could this be...... Zhang Wen thought while riding his bicycle that it would take about half an hour to arrive at the newspaper office.

As soon as Zhang Wen entered the door, his colleagues all looked at him with pitiful eyes, some sighed and shook their heads, and some were secretly laughing.

"Alas, Wen, the editor-in-chief asked you to go to his office, and by the way, he doesn't look very good, so be careful. Xiao Wang looked at him helplessly.

Zhang Wen walked into the editor-in-chief's office full of doubts.

"Zhang Wen, do you know what I came to you this time for!" the editor-in-chief asked in a very ordinary voice while sitting in a swivel chair with his back to Zhang Wen.

"I'm sorry, I won't be late in the future, editor-in-chief, you ........"

"Gotta get it, don't tell me it's useless. Not this thing. The editor-in-chief turned around and said kindly.

"The body of Miss Liu Jingyi, whom you interviewed last time, was found in Yando City, and the police said that you were the last to see her, because the city's public security did not know the specific matters, so they asked you to go to Yando City to do an investigation. This card is the investigative fund provided above, and if you don't get some scoops back this time, I'll make you unable to eat and go around!Go ahead!"

"Okay, editor-in-chief, thank you. ”

"Don't give me this whole set! come back and invite me to dinner, go out. Zhang Wen picked up the credit card and interview file on the table and walked out of the editor-in-chief's office.

The editor-in-chief squinted his eyes and said to himself insidiously at Zhang Wen's back: "As long as you can come back alive!" After Zhang Wen left the office, his hanging heart finally beat normally, and after hurriedly dealing with his colleagues, he packed up his things and went home.

After Zhang Wen went home, he packed his luggage, took out the ticket and credit card prepared by the editor-in-chief, and carefully stuffed them into his wallet.

"The car at 11.00 p.m., it's just over 3 p.m., watch TV. Zhang Wen muttered to himself while brewing a bowl of instant noodles.

The indicator light of the TV turned on, and then the voice of a couple arguing came from the TV: "You don't love me anymore。。。。。。 ”

"How could I 。。。。。。 Zhang Wen smiled lightly to express his mockery of the boring TV series, and then pressed the button of the remote control one by one.

The following is a set of newsletters: The body of the famous Chinese writer Miss Liu Jingyi was found in Yando City on November 3, 2013, and according to the local police, the time of death should be the afternoon of October 29, 2013, and the specific situation is still to be investigated. Prime Minister of Haliste ......"

"Heh, you are the one who caused me to 'leave my hometown'! I would have taken another interview assignment if I had known, unlucky! Forget it, I will listen to the interview record again, and I will mourn you. Zhang Wen took out the recorder and adjusted it to the interview record on October 31, Zhang Wen's magnetic voice came from inside: "Hello, may I ask ......" Suddenly, there was a murmur, and then a mechanical man's deep voice sounded in Zhang Wen's ears: "Zhang Wen! You die! Hahahaha......" Zhang Wen was so frightened that he hurriedly threw away the recorder, and the recorder made a muffled sound when it touched the ground, and then Liu Jingyi whispered with some disdain from the Hong Kong and Taiwan entrances: This book is......" Zhang Wen calmed down, picked up the recorder with a cold sweaty hand trembling, and let out a sigh.

I must have been too tired lately, and I had auditory hallucinations, so let's get a good night's sleep on the train!" Zhang Wen thought to himself.

Wait, when did Liu Jingyi die......