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During the day, I was busy with the pig feed case.The pig farm is quite far away, and there is a lot of autumn rain in October, making it difficult to eat and sleep in the open every day.

But driving skills are getting better and better, practice makes perfect.

Back in the bureau, there are still chores, and sometimes they are deployed to help in the reception hall.

Arranging me to go to the back office became a kind of transition, especially after I was discharged from the hospital, my body had to have a recovery period.

Now that the recovery is over, they can go to the north for vacation, and if they don't pay attention, they are transferred back to the front line.

I call Cheng Luxue every day, and I will definitely spend a day with her on weekends.

We eat together, we go for walks together, we go to the movies together, we go to the park together, we go shopping together, and we bite together?

In short, lived a happy life at home.

Whenever I have a little spare time, I give it to Cheng Luxue.

It's a pity that the police don't have much free time.

The only personal time is half an hour to an hour before going to bed, and I keep the habit as usual and use it for drawing.

Mustard Seed Garden is almost finished copying, such a thick and detailed picture book.

In fact, the world is chaotic, whoever can paint quietly, I can sit still, because I believe what Cheng Luxue said.

Everything will be fine, in a sudden way.

And everything is slowly getting better, isn't it?

My life seems to be on the right track for the first time, I want to smile at everyone, or smirk, many flowers bloom in my heart every day.

But there is one thing, buried in my heart like a dark thorn.If you don't touch it, you have to be subtle.

Before, I glanced briefly at the reports on the kidnapping of Cheng Luxue and Hua Ao on the Internet news, and only briefly browsed the various headlines on the first page. I was extremely disgusted and disgusted.

The media are so keen on prying into people's privacy and secrets, they just want to make big news all day long.The mentality of a businessman is understandable, but as me, if I read actively, it seems to be an accomplice.But if we turn a blind eye, pretend that the report does not exist, and turn a deaf ear to it, can we only share joys and sorrows?I want to share her worries.

There is an even more important reason.

When I came back from this trip with Cheng Luxue, I found that I knew so little about Cheng Luxue.

I want to know more about her.But to ask Cheng Luxue something directly, I'm afraid it will remind her of the past again, which will make her sad and embarrass her in vain.

At the same time, I thought, maybe I was being too sentimental. After all, those reports of celebrities in the business world might just talk in general terms without any substantive content.

One night, for the first time in my life, I didn't spread out my papers and draw a pen. Instead, I sat in front of the computer, held my breath, and finally entered the names of Cheng Luxue and Hua Ao in the browser again as if I had made a major decision.

That day I stared at the screen and saw the night in a daze, my heart was "ticking" with the pointer of midnight, "ticking"... I became more and more terrified.

I think the reports on the Hua Ao kidnapping case are really weird.

Not to mention those high-sounding titles in the business world, the staggering total tax payments, when the kidnapper sent the extortion letter, what font size the letter used, when the contact number was called, and what words were said on the phone. They are like countless treasures, and they are presented one by one, which makes people vividly read them, as if they were on the scene.

I pinched my fingers and carefully recalled the day when I first met Cheng Luxue.

That day, she came to the police station to identify the body.

I rubbed my temples with one hand while I searched the calendar with the other.

That was also my first day of employment.

"June [-]th, rain." Grabbing a blank piece of paper, I bit the cap of my pen and hurriedly wrote it down, chanting.

Scanning the screen again, the situation is even more incredible.

All the detailed and realistic reports on the "Hua Ao Case" were published long before the date of "June [-]"? !

I rushed forward with enthusiasm, settled down, and read each article carefully.

After reading hundreds or even thousands of pages, I made another strange discovery.

Most of the reports have the same content and similar sentence structure, and the information is missing.It's like an excellent student's composition, you copy a sentence, and he copies a sentence, copying in fragments and perfunctory.

I followed the search history and read all the way to the earliest time, and finally came to a rather lengthy feature article.

This is a signed article published by the city's "Business Weekly" on May [-]th. The original article cannot be found on the official website of "Business Weekly".

The version I saw was reproduced on a small information website with pop-up advertisements full of screens.

There is not even a title in the full text. I am afraid that what is wrong with the operation of the website crawler?

The name of "Business Week" appears repeatedly three times in each of the three headings.

Important things have to be said nine times.

Given the length of the page, I couldn't wait to read ten lines at a glance.

Sure enough, this is the original manuscript, the source of all manuscripts.

Other platform media, by no means plagiarized and copied perfunctorily, but deliberately concealed extremely sensitive information.Half-hidden Piba and half-hidden face, so as to achieve the purpose of getting a share of the pie without taking legal responsibility.

Just because of these sensitive content, I am afraid that the writer will be sent to jail.

For example, write a detail in the text.

The first time the kidnappers spoke to the hostage's wife Cheng Luxue, they used Hua'ao's mobile phone.

The call was connected in just four seconds.

is a man.

The man asked: "Is the money ready?"

Hostage Wife: "Okay."

The man said, "Wait for the news."

Then cut off the phone.

In four seconds, the police have gained enough time to track the real-time location of the mobile phone in the first place based on the cellular network base station and through the triangulation of multiple signal towers.But the scene was an extremely busy leisure and entertainment plaza in the city. Even through the surveillance video, it was impossible to pinpoint exactly who was using Hua'ao's mobile phone number...

I broke out in a cold sweat while reading this, and wrote down a row of small characters at the end of the article.

That's the author's name.

Qiu Junwu.

Qiu Junwu of Business Week.

This man, does he know what he has done? ! ...

"Business Weekly" magazine, 416st Floor, New World Building, No. 21 Huaqiao Road.

I tossed and turned all night and couldn't sleep. The next day, just after dawn, I didn't even care about the pig feed case and rushed directly to the magazine office.

On the way, I thought that the name Qiu Junwu was probably a pseudonym, and it was very likely a one-time pseudonym.

The original feature article published under a pseudonym has long since been removed from the website, and Business Weekly clearly does not want to be responsible from the collective to the individual!

Trying not to be aggressive, I tried my best to speak calmly, swallowed a bad breath, and said to the reception lady at the door: "Good morning, may I ask... Qiu Junwu, is reporter Qiu here?"

Waiting for her to answer "No such person" bluntly, or ask "Who are you" vigilantly, and then take out the printed original text of the special issue to continue asking, who knows that it is very unexpected, the receptionist does not even look up. Arranging the mail and packages at hand, he casually said, "Qiu Junwu is not working here anymore."

When I heard it, there really was such a living person as Qiu Junwu?

Just as I was about to speak again, the receptionist seemed to want to send me away, and said bluntly: "He went to the "Dongsheng Morning Post", you can go there to find someone!" Package, took out a cashmere scarf purchased online, looked up and down, and identified the quality.

I had nothing to say, but after thinking about it, I still complimented him: "It's so beautiful."

If there is no trace of Qiu Junwu, I would probably say, oh, it's so beautiful!Especially for you!Miss sister, you are so beautiful!What……

It's just superfluous.

The reception lady snorted softly, which means——Auntie knows, you can go.

I ignorantly caught up with the elevator and went downstairs, feeling that everything seemed to be going too smoothly. Isn't the receptionist sister lying to me with nonsense? !

The way to deal with rumors is to verify them immediately.

As soon as I got out of the building, I bought a copy of "Dongsheng Morning Post" at the corner newsstand, checked the address, and drove back.

"Dongsheng Morning Post" is the top three comprehensive livelihood newspapers in the city. The address of the newspaper is in the Changhe Newspaper Building in the city center, and it belongs to the media giant Changhe Group.

This is a five-star business building, a landmark building.

The spacious lobby on the first floor is modern and luxurious. There is a row of controlled entrances. All personnel need to swipe their cards to enter. I can't help but frown. Are you kidding me? !

It's time to fire open guns, not dark guns.I went straight to the East Reception Center, and I slapped the police officer ID on the blue and white marble counter: "Hello, I'm looking for Qiu Junwu from Dongsheng Morning Post."

The reception girl got up, bowed slightly, and said sweetly: "Hello, officer, do you have an appointment?"

"I see that Qiu Junwu never makes an appointment." I said, "Is he at work?"

The little girl subconsciously straightened the silk scarf in front of her uniform, put her hand on the phone and said, "Wait a minute, I'll ask."

The call is connected.

The little girl said in a soft voice: "Director Qiu, there is one..." She looked at me, and I opened the police officer's card and held it in front of her.

"There is a police officer Huang who wants to see you, he is downstairs." The little girl held the microphone.

"Oh, oh..." The little girl agreed a few times, and then sent a message to ask me, "What's the matter for Officer Huang?"

I breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Is he the one who wrote the special manuscript on the Hua Ao case? I have something to ask him."

The reception girl hurriedly passed the words back intact.

There seemed to be no movement on the other end of the phone. After a long while, the little girl agreed with a few more "hmmmm", closed the phone, and said to me: "Officer Huang, please wait a moment."

She operated in front of the computer, took photos and registered my ID according to the procedure, then handed over a visitor access magnetic card with both hands, then walked out of the counter, walked through the access control with me, and sent me to the elevator entrance before turning back alone.

According to her guidance, I sat up to the 28th floor in one go, which was only one-third of the height of Changhe Newspaper Building.

When I got out of the elevator, I saw a white and clean young man sizing up the visitor, and his eyes caught up with me with the visitor card hanging on my chest.

"You are... Police Officer Huang?" He asked softly, his narrow eyes exuding the unique quiet temperament of a weak scholar through the round and thin black-rimmed lenses.

"Yes, I am." I nodded, and seeing his cowardly gesture that seemed to stretch out his hand but didn't want to, I couldn't help but think, this little intern is new here!

The little intern wiped her neatly combed back parted hair, but in the end she couldn't shake hands.He has long trousers and leather shoes, and a thin woolen cardigan on his upper body, revealing the collar and sleeves of his white shirt.

"Please follow me." The little intern led the way.

I looked at the tall and cold industrial-style corridor, and the pots of indoor green plants with air-conditioning and sharp leaves, and sneered in my heart.

Qiu Junwu, you found a good place for yourself!

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