Hard to Deceive

As if feeling ridiculous, Sang Yan smiled angrily: "What?"

Qian Weihua was found in the newsletter, and Wen Yifan fought over. While waiting for the other party to answer, she asked again: "Can you tell me the name and specific address of the community?"

Sang Yan: "?"

Before Wen Yifan waited for the answer, the other end had already answered the phone.

Before Wen Yifan spoke, Qian Weihua said quickly: "Just right, I just wanted to call you. You just got out of the unit? I just received the hotline. A fire broke out in the nearby Zhongnan Century City. Run with me to the scene."

Wen Yifan hurriedly responded and hung up after telling him his specific location.

She met Sang Yan's gaze.

I always feel that the atmosphere is a bit quiet.

Wen Yifan took the initiative to say: "Do you live in Zhongnan Century City?"

Sang Yan: "..."

"I want to work overtime temporarily, will I invite you to this meal next time?" Wen Yifan paused for a few seconds before hesitatingly asked, "My teacher is driving over now, do you want to pick you up by the way?"

...

Three minutes later, the two got into the interview car in the stage.

It was Qian Weihua who drove, and Fu Zhuang followed, sitting in the back seat. Sang Yan's car was parked in the parking lot in the pass. He didn't bother to go back and drive. Wen Yifan asked him to sit in the back seat and take the passenger seat himself.

Fu Zhuang immediately asked, "Sister Yi Fan, who is this?"

Wen Yifan buckled his seat belt and said casually: "My high school classmate, who lives in Zhongnan Century City, should be the owner of the house where the fire broke out. He has to go back and see the situation."

Qian Weihua started the car and said in amazement: "What a coincidence? It's only been a start in the past 14 years, so it's a matter of this kind."

Fu Zhuang blurted out, "Is this an ominous sign?"

"..." Wen Yifan said, "Big Zhuang, don't talk nonsense."

"But brother, you must have a good meaning for this kind of thing," Fu Zhuang reacted quickly, looked at Sang Yan, and changed his mouth in time, "Huoshaocai is open! Brother, you will definitely get rich this year!"

Sang Yan swept at him with the end of his eyes, too lazy to respond.

"Eh, brother." Fu Zhuang leaned forward, always feeling that Sang Yan was a little familiar, "Why do I think you are so familiar, have we met somewhere?"

Wen Yifan sat in front and looked down to check the equipment. When he heard this, he subconsciously felt that Sang Yan would reply, "Your approach is too low-level", but after a while, he didn't say a word.

She didn't care too much.

I think this may be because he is really in no mood at this time.

Zhongnan Century City is very close to here, it only takes a few minutes by car.

When the group arrived at the scene, the fire truck and ambulance had already arrived. Many residents were evacuated underneath, apparently running out in a hurry. Many of them were wearing pajamas without even a jacket.

Maybe I haven't experienced this kind of thing before, and I'm all gathered together and chattering.

It was approaching nine o'clock in the evening.

I don't know when it started to rain, and it was so densely cold that it was mixed with ice slag.

The fire broke out in House B on the eighth floor of Building 6. The tongue of fire exploded the glass windows, rushing out like a devil, and spreading upstairs. The fine rain did not have any effect, and it evaporates when it falls.

The house where Sang Yan lives is directly above this one.

He looked up, the tip of his tongue touched the corner of his lower lip, and his eyebrows twitched slightly.

Wen Yifan could probably guess why he reacted that way. It is estimated that the person who called him is not very reliable. In addition to this sudden incident, he probably didn't take it to heart.

After a while, Sang Yan walked aside to answer the phone.

Qian Weihua carried the camera and took pictures of the surrounding situation.

The vehicles were flashing red and blue, and firefighters came and went to fight fires, rescue people, and control the order of the scene. There was no free time.

The rain was getting heavier and the light-colored concrete floor was stained darker. The cold is intensified by night and rain. The surroundings are noisy and messy, with mixed voices and movement, like a disaster in a movie.

Wen Yifan approached the crowd and went to interview the residents who had escaped: "Auntie, I'm sorry to disturb you. I'm a reporter from the "Communication" section of the Metropolitan Channel of Nanwu TV Station. Are you a resident of Building 6?"

The aunt she interviewed held a child and spoke with a heavy accent: "Yes."

"What floor do you live on? How did you find the fire?"

"On the fifth floor, I was shocked when I heard the explosion suddenly! I thought there was a fireworks display!" Seeing the camera, the aunt was extremely enthusiastic, "There is also loud movement outside, so I ran out to see ."

The uncle next to him interjected: "Yeah! Several times! The current situation is already under control—"

"boom--!"

Before finishing speaking, a loud noise came from the burning eighth floor. The orange-red flames stretched out their hands vigorously, accompanied by thick smoke billowing, as if to illuminate the night, and as if to swallow it.

There was an uproar and gasp.

Qian Weihua quickly raised the lens and aimed it at the screen.

Wen Yifan looked along, his eyes stopped on the ninth floor. Afterwards, she subconsciously looked in the direction of Sang Yan. He stood there, watching the burning fire quietly, and put the phone down from his ear.

She retracted her eyes, and came to her heart in sympathy.

...

Fortunately, the damage caused by this explosion is not too great.

Only one firefighter was slightly injured.

All the residents in the building have been evacuated, and a child under ten years old is trapped in the elevator and has been rescued by firefighters. It took nearly an hour before the fire was completely contained.

The fire department is still cleaning the scene.

The cause of the fire is still unclear, and the contents of the house are almost completely destroyed. The houses on the same floor as well as the upper and lower floors were also slightly damaged. The nine-story B house adjacent to it was the most affected. The kitchen and living room were burned beyond recognition.

We interviewed the people involved in the accident one by one, and then with the consent of the owner and the leadership of the firefighters, Wen Yifan and Fu Zhuang followed Qian Weihua to the scene.

Qian Weihua took pictures of the situation inside the house and heard the firefighters briefly talk about the situation, raising several questions from time to time.

When he arrived at house B on the ninth floor, Wen Yifan also met with Sang Yan.

They asked him to do a simple interview, this time it was Fu Zhuang's question. Because he was someone he knew, he asked casually: "Brother, how are you feeling now?"

Sang Yan obviously felt that the question he asked was extremely stupid, and there was a mockery in his words: "I am very happy."

"..."

"I hope you can be as happy as I am."

"..."

Qian Weihua took the initiative to ask: "Is this fire serious to you?"

Sang Yan answered flatly: "It's okay."

Qian Weihua: "We just looked at the condition of the house, and almost no place is intact."

Sang Yan: "So what."

"..."

Perhaps it was because he realized his madness, Sang Yan's next words obviously cooperated: "I didn't put any valuables here, except for the house and furniture, I burned a cell phone. But it's already out of use."

Wen Yifan was taking notes next to him, and his actions were inexplicable. But there is no unnecessary conversation with him.

After that, the group went back to the stage to write and cut the film.

Fu Zhuang couldn't help saying, "Sister Yi Fan, your classmate is really miserable and awesome. If the house is burned like this, he can still be so calm."

Qian Weihua: "You should also comfort him and ask him to talk to the property and insurance company about compensation. Just find a new place to live during this time. Don't be too sad about this."

Wen Yifan hummed casually.

Although she didn't think that Sang Yan needed her comfort.

Fu Zhuang began to push again: "But sister, you are also miserable. You have to go back to the station to work overtime if you are off tomorrow. I had already told the teacher, so just take me there alone—"

Speaking of this, he lowered his voice and complained at a volume that only the two of them could hear.

"But he said I was too trash."

Hearing this, Wen Yifan nodded: "Indeed."

"..."

Although the night was a bit turbulent.

But this episode is over here in Wen Yifan.

The fire was just an unexpected emergency, and Sang Yan happened to be the victim. She went back to the stage to write a manuscript and turned in the news as a film. After the review passed, the matter would be over.

The subsequent follow-up that the victim needs to deal with is not related to her.

Wen Yifan took the key back and returned it to the former landlord. Say goodbye to the previous house completely. She couldn't touch Sang Yan, and she didn't need to use the communication tool to take the initiative to bring up dinner with him.

In the near term, she is the only problem left to be solved.

That is, find a reliable and suitable new roommate.

Wang Linlin finished handing over the work and moved out completely before the new week.

As if to let her image as a good roommate carry through from beginning to end, Wang Linlin emphasized again before leaving, she would definitely help her find a new roommate, so she should never worry.

After all, co-leasing is a long-term affair, and Wen Yifan never thought about living with someone introduced by Wang Linlin.

Because the person Wang Linlin introduced is likely to be someone she doesn't know. At that time, if there are conflicts due to this aspect, you have to find a new residence, which will be even more troublesome.

But she was so enthusiastic that Wen Yifan could only respond politely.

Wen Yifan has asked Zhong Siqiao, and has been waiting for news from her during this time. Thinking that if she couldn't find it, she could only post a post online to find it.

Every other Friday.

Su Haoan was about to go out when he received a call from Sang Yan.

There was a bit of impatience in his words, and he came up and said directly: "Help me rent a house."

Su Haoan: "?"

"A little closer to'overtime', I will live for a few months, and the house will be renovated and I will move out."

"You have something wrong, Lao Tzu is an intermediary? You can't go back to live directly at your house."

"Okay, I will live with you directly." Sang Yan said, "I'm hanging up."

"...Wait, wait." Never thought he could be so shameless, Su Haoan gritted his teeth and said, "You pick a community, and I will help you ask my friend later."

silence.

After a few seconds, he turned back: "Shangdu Huacheng."

When the phone hung up, Su Hao'an somehow remembered what Wang Linlin had said to him these days. The tone was complaining and coquettish, asking him to help find a new roommate for her roommate, saying that he couldn't find it.

Su Haoan wanted to swear.

How handsome does he look like a real estate agency?

Su Haoan was thinking about who to look for help, and the flashing light remembered the place where Wang Linlin originally lived.

It seems to be Shangdu Huacheng.

If Su Haoan didn't remember what happened.

Her roommate... seems to be Wen Yifan?

Su Haoan paused for a call and raised his eyebrows.

During this period of the year ago, the frequency of various events has increased.

Wen Yifan's life is busier than usual. Sometimes he doesn't even have time to go back home, so he treats Taili as another home. She was exhausted to the extreme, so tired that she could fall asleep while standing.

Working overtime day and night made her careless to think about other things. Sang Yan, whom she had frequently met before, had changed back to the old classmate who hadn't seen each other for a long time because she had never met again.

When thinking of this person in his spare time, Wen Yifan's only thought is that they should never meet again.

Sunday night.

Wen Yifan finally finished his work, and finally found a gap to go home and take a breath. She opened the door with the key, and as soon as she walked into the hallway, she saw the back of a man.

The man is tall and thin, and he seems to have just come in, his shoes have not yet taken off. There is a suitcase next to it.

Wen Yifan's mind suddenly went blank, and he stopped breathing.

Reminiscent of the burglary case she was following two days ago, the female victim was stabbed twice by the gangster for resisting, and she is still lying in the hospital unconscious...

Hearing the movement, the man turned his head.

The two looked at each other.

When he saw his face, the picture of Wen Yifan's brain filling disappeared immediately. She breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that her feet were still a little soft, and all the panic that arose in an instant was gradually replaced inexplicably: "Why are you here?"

Sang Yan frowned: "I still want to ask why you are here."

"I live here." Wen Yifan was a little confused, just wanting to know, "How did you get in?"

While blurting the words, Wen Yifan noticed the key in his hand.

——It is Wang Linlin's.

"..."

After a while.

The unbelievable thought that Wen Yifan had in his mind, followed his words.

"I just moved here."

"..."