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"Sister Wen Rao, we already understood part of the situation on the way here. You are the first person to discover the body, and we need you to make a detailed record."

Zhu Hexu walked up to me, Wen Rao. Today he was in charge of leading the team. He is now a bit more mature than before.

"Raoruo, I'm with you."

Zhan Yan wants to accompany Wen Rao to record a confession.

It's not that he doesn't believe in Wen Rao, but he doesn't believe in Zhu Hexu.

"No need, you are distracting me."

Wen Rao waved her hand to refuse and followed Zhu Hexu to the end of the corridor.

"We learned that the deceased's name was Xia Dong, a former employee of Zhanxin Group, who was later fired for missing public funds!

Today was the day he came to pack his things. "

Zhu Hexu told Wen Rao the information about the deceased.

"If he was here to pack things, why was he killed? Could it be that he had squandered public funds for another reason? I remember that the figure who jumped out of the window and left was a man. He was about 175cm tall and weighed about 140 kilograms."

Wen Rao was also full of doubts.

Who wants to kill a fired employee?

If you are seeking money or stealing business secrets, you will not choose the cleaning room.

"Sometimes, where there is a lot of gossip, there will be unexpected gains."

Wen Rao glanced at Zhu Hexu meaningfully, then turned around and walked towards the two female employees who were gossiping about her.

When the two of them saw Wen Rao walking towards them, they were immediately embarrassed and wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.

"Mrs. Zhan."

The two of them greeted Wen Rao awkwardly.

Wen Rao agreed and said with a smile,

"I'm not here to pursue responsibility, but you should understand that rumors are more powerful than tigers. You are employees of the group, not gossip makers.

I need your help now. If I succeed, you will atone for your sins. "

Wen Rao's words made the two of them feel anxious, but hearing that they could atone for their sins gave them more hope.

"Do you know Xia Dong? How much gossip do you know about him? I want everything, no matter how big or small."

Wen Rao had seen the two-person work card before. One of them was in the human resources department and the other was in the public relations department. They were both well-informed departments.

The two of them didn't expect the reversal to happen so quickly. After thinking for a while, they began to tell everything they knew. Zhu Hexu took notes on the side.

After the two female employees finished speaking, Wen Rao and Zhu Hexu looked at each other and walked towards the fire escape.

"Sister Wen Rao, you are amazing. You have first-hand information so quickly. Otherwise, it would take at least two days for us to ask one by one."

Zhu Hexu thanks Wen Rao from the bottom of his heart.

Wen Rao smiled helplessly,

"I paid for this with my own gossip.

If you ask others, they will definitely have reservations. People don’t want to get into trouble. It’s unknown how useful you can get.

But these two people have just been caught by me. If they want to be punished and meritorious service, they will know everything and say everything.

Actually, I didn’t mean to embarrass them, it was just gossip. If they didn’t say it, others would. "

After Wen Rao agreed to accept Zhan Yan's identity, he expected to encounter a similar scene.

"Now you know who Xia Dong doesn't get along with in the group. You know the direction of the investigation. I won't care. If you need help, come to me again."

After Wen Rao finished speaking, she turned around and walked back, but the belt of her coat got caught on the handrail of the stairs.

"I come!"

Zhu Hexu saw it and raised his hand to help her take it away. At this moment, someone pushed open the door of the fire escape. The door frame hit Wen Rao. She was unsteady and was about to fall down the stairs.

Zhu Hexu supported her and subconsciously held her in his arms.

Outside the door, Zhan Yan was in a wheelchair, his eyes as cold as fire, the sky of ice and fire, burning through his bones.