I've been worried about the development of these things recently, and I only felt shocked when I saw the online version of Tianxia Weekly published first, and the sorting and summarization of the items in it was only shocking.

Among them, there is no mention of the demolition office. Reporter Yuan's interview with us didn't seem to come in handy.

In this sprinkling feature report, the name of the reporter was not written, but it was sent out in the name of Tianxia Weekly as a whole.

Of course, the following comments are so popular that they can't do it, and they have been transferred to social networking sites, and they are a lot of hot discussions.

This kind of thing, it's okay that no one has sorted it out, and after someone tidies it up, some people will exclaim, it turns out that so many strange things have happened recently.

Those supernatural related public accounts and religion-related accounts have joined in the fun, and some pseudoscience has attributed it to climate change, magnetic field changes, and cosmic radiation changes, and the rest of the netizens are putting everything on the plot of the movie. Among them, how many people are really worried, and how many people are melon-eating people, it is impossible to distinguish at all.

I don't know whether to be relaxed or anxious.

When I arrived at the office, Director Ma didn't come today, I don't know if he went to communicate with the media, or returned to the city's propaganda department.

The five of us in the office had to discuss this report from Tianxia Weekly.

I also sent a message to Wu Ling and asked for her opinion.

Wu Ling was calm, he didn't care much about it, and he didn't pay attention to the fact that some reporters were staring at Aoba.

The five of us packed up our things and went to the six villages of workers and peasants to "sit on duty".

Director Mao didn't keep up with the times so much, and he cared about the lively news on the Internet, so he mentioned the matter of reporter Yuan to me.

"She wants to go to Building Six, and she wants to go inside. Alas, this kind of thing ......," Director Mao sighed. She's a bit old-fashioned and doesn't want to be in the limelight about this kind of thing. The six villages of workers and peasants are about to be demolished, and there is no need for the neighborhood committees here to be in the limelight. When interviewed by reporters, Director Mao will not be happy to see it.

I comforted Director Mao with a few words.

Some aunts and aunts in the community came to the door, and some people casually asked us about the demolition.

Guo Yujie answered patiently.

"Speaking of which, that Xiao Zhang's family is dead, what should they do with their house?" An aunt suddenly asked.

"Wasn't that Mr. Zhang arrested? Not dead, right? Guo Yujie said.

"Hey, you're not dead?" The aunt was grinning and didn't care about this, "The house is still his?" You're looking for him, aren't you? ”

An aunt next to her interjected: "There is also a surname Xu, the old Xu family, and the Xu Guangzong family." Their family was arrested too, right? ”

"Really. It's been two years. Today's young people, they use knives at every turn, and they are also fooling around. ”

The topic quickly shifted, and the aunts stopped pulling us to talk.

We sat at the neighborhood committee for most of the day, received a few people who came to consult, and then it was time to get off work.

When the fat man drove away from the neighborhood committee, I saw a car that was rubbing past us.

"Ahh I blurted out.

"What's wrong?" The thin man asked.

"It's that reporter Yuan." I twisted my head and looked at the car that had passed.

The window of the car was open, which just allowed me to see the face of reporter Yuan.

The car she was in entered the Sixth Village of Workers and Peasants.

"What is she going to do?"

"No problem, right? She couldn't get in again. ”

Said the thin man and the fat man.

Guo Yujie said: "At most, I asked some questions from the residents of the community. ”

"She should have asked those questions." I was a little worried, but I didn't know what to do.

It is impossible to stop Reporter Yuan in the past now. I don't have that identity position to do that. I don't know what to do. Moreover, if you follow the past, you may have to be made a fuss by that reporter Yuan.

"Let's go. In the past, it will only be troublesome. Ye Qing can not appear, we can't completely shut up. Chen Xiaoqiu said rationally.

The level of reporter Yuan is not low. When she was in the demolition office, she was very polite and did not get to the bottom of it. But without Director Ma and the old leader, she may not be polite to us. If she really catches something, it's a big problem for us.

In my worry, I left the Sixth Village of Workers and Peasants and called Wu Ling.

"Journalists? Never mind. Ye Qing wouldn't pay attention to these. Even if he is out of control, he will not make mistakes in this regard. Wu Ling replied, which was to soothe my feelings.

But I always think it's creepy.

"Won't make mistakes"?

"Won't make mistakes" means won't answer reporters' questions, or won't reporters be messed up with reports?

I can't help but think about killing people and killing people.

With this apprehension, I was restless all night, and I was not in the mood to look at the files.

When I got to bed, I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

finally fell asleep, and dreamed that Reporter Yuan was disemboweled, and blood was everywhere.

This scene repeatedly, and it made me break out in a cold sweat.

When I woke up in the morning, I searched the news first, but I didn't see any relevant content.

Things seem to hang up and down like this.

The reporters did not find any key evidence, the police are still investigating the matter of being a little expert, and other people who eat melons have not been able to come up with any convincing ironclad evidence.

The whole thing is like a lot of entertainment gossip, lively for a while, and then gradually sinking to the bottom, waiting for the time when there is a dregs to rise.

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Event Number 006

The event is pronounn: another me

Client: Zhou Nan

Gender: Male

Age: 27

Occupation: Rich second generation

Family Relationships: Parents

Address: No. XX, Oriental Garden, Minqing City

Contact number: 139XXXXXXXX

What happened:

On September 17, 2001, the client visited for the first time.

"Hello, Mr. Zhou."

"Well, hello. I'll just say it, I think I've met a ghost. ”

"Can you tell us more about what happened to you?"

"It's just a ghost. Tut...... It's annoying. I don't know how to provoke that kind of thing. ”

"Mr. Zhou, if you say that, we can't make a judgment. When did you notice something was wrong? ”

"Something is wrong, okay...... Last year, the year before last. I came back from abroad, and my family sent me to study abroad, but I only came back last year or the year before last. Our family originally opened a company in Nanyang, but returned to China in the 90s. I didn't stay here long before I was sent out by my parents, and I came back to see it during the Chinese New Year, and sometimes they flew in to see me. That's pretty much it. I'm fine out there. Our family is rich. I didn't think there was anything at the time. When I came back, I felt that something was wrong. My parents mentioned something that I had a beautiful impression of. I didn't take it seriously at first. I don't remember what my mom said about the scarf I gave her, the cigarettes and alcohol I bought for my dad. I'm not so careful, and I'm not so caring and filial. The two of them know it too. My dad used to scold me. When I came back, they changed their faces. I thought they were Alzheimer's. ”

"They mentioned something you hadn't done, right?"

"Yes. I didn't take it seriously. They give me a smiling face, and it's better than scolding me with a stinky face. Then it became more and more wrong. My dad told me to go to his company for an internship and do something, so I went. I couldn't sit still, though. I skipped work a few times, and my dad didn't scold me. I think the secretary is sensible. But what did he tell me...... I don't remember what he said about the documents I signed last week. I asked him not to act, my dad is not here, so don't act in front of me. He was more surprised than I was, and he flipped through the papers and showed them to me. That signature...... That signature is indeed my handwriting. You get the idea, right? Things I don't remember at all, everyone knows, but I don't remember. ”

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