After saying goodbye to Luo Fangyi in the restaurant, Xiangbei decided to walk to Luohe Village.

For farmers, winter is the most leisurely season of the year. Men, women, young and old gather together in groups, holding small stools or leaning on the wall, basking in the sun and playing mahjong, and enjoying this rare slack time in farming.

Here, you can see another scene northward. In early winter, Luohe Village is full of low bungalows with dead leaves on the ground without regular stretching branches and country roads that can't be seen.

Walking inside from the entrance of the village, there is a rural asphalt road more than two meters wide. From time to time, you will see large and small wheat piles piled up on both sides of the road. The wheat straw accumulated after the autumn harvest this year. It looks a bit fluffy and exudes the smell of wheat. Occasionally, a few villagers will sit together and whisper. Looking north at them, the other party also looks at him.

"Maybe because I am a stranger." Xiangbei muttered in his heart. He was carrying a bag and wearing glasses, and it seemed that he was not from the village. But then again, the current social security is so good, and it is now broad daylight. Even in the countryside, there will be no danger for a foreigner.

Xiangbei didn’t think too much, so he continued to go in. After working as a reporter for a long time, he not only had to know how to think and write, but also read. The so-called ability to read means to learn to observe the words and expressions, and judge whether he is the interviewee you want to find through the image, clothing, and temperament of the other party, and whether he is the interviewee you want to find. Simply put, if your press release is about farmers, naturally do not interview students; if it is about education, naturally you cannot interview farmers; if it is about policy response, you naturally have to interview people related to policies. To be more specific, which farmer student has better expressive skills and can speak the point depends entirely on the reporter's years of interview experience.

This time he broke into Luohe alone, and he wanted to find a villager who was easy to get along with and had a clear idea as a breakthrough.

Walking north towards the center of the village, a black suv parked at the entrance of the village suddenly started. The other party did not accelerate, but followed him slowly, always maintaining a distance of two or three meters.

Xiangbei suddenly became alert.

What did he want to do? Could it be that he was following me? Xiangbei was upset.

After walking for dozens of meters, the car was still following behind. It seemed that the car was indeed following him. There would be no danger, right? What if it was! I haven’t encountered any dangers in recent years? Xiangbei gave himself a lot of energy in his heart.

No wonder, even if a reporter has been in the industry for 10 or 20 years, even if he does not experience difficulties, he will not be considered a qualified reporter if he has not encountered difficulties and obstacles. At least one thing, he will be treated completely differently from asking for an interview.

Take Xiangbei for example. Of course, some positive reports are not to be said. Not only is the difficulty of the interview, the interview unit will also try to provide thoughtful services, such as transportation and accommodation interview arrangements, etc. In the first few years of work, they can often receive red envelopes - the rights holder calls it "car fee". But if it is a supervision report, it is another experience: the interview is rejected without saying - reporters have to use up eighteen martial arts to get clues and materials for open and secret visits, and sometimes they are also intimidated by people in person or by phone. The most dangerous time in Xiangbei was when he was interviewing a factory that manufactures and sells fake pesticides, he was locked in the guard room for five or six hours. Finally, the police arrived and were rescued.

"What are you doing!" A low voice suddenly came from the car. He turned around north and the window was half open. The sound came from the co-pilot. Because the car was too dark, Xiangbei couldn't see the situation inside clearly. He vaguely saw the other party wearing a baseball cap and looking at his face, he seemed very young.

Xiangbei pretended not to hear and continued to move forward, but his blood pressure rose rapidly, "Who is this person? The villagers? The gangster? Or no matter which side it is, it seems that something is really wrong in this village!"

No matter what! Xiangbei is quick to learn, speed up his pace, and quickly get into a small alley. The alley is narrow and can only accommodate electric vehicles and small agricultural tricycles. Large vehicles cannot even think of entering. After entering the alley, Xiangbei suddenly feels full of security.

Xiangbei looked back and saw the black car stop at the entrance of the alley. After a few minutes of quietness, he buzzed away with a throttle. Xiangbei breathed a sigh of relief, continued to walk along the alley, and walked out from one end. However, he walked out of the alley and looked up and saw that the car was parked directly in front.

It's really a ghost! It seems that the other party is not giving up. What exactly does this person want to do? Xiangbei remembered the plot in the movie. A man in black rushed out of the car. Without saying a word, he pulled him into the car, pressed him tightly, letting him struggle

No, you have to get rid of the other party as soon as possible!

Yingbei got into another alley, and the other party was still in the car. Although the car was moving slowly, it was still parked at the entrance of the alley.

The alleys in the countryside are formed by the aisles between the two rows of houses in the front and back, which are narrow and long. Although they are public roads, villagers will also pile up firewood, building materials and daily necessities. Therefore, looking inside from the entrance of the alley, the view is not good.

Although Xiangbei did not look back, he could still hear the "buzzing" motor sound. With the obstruction of the alley, Xiangbei hid under the porch of a villager and listened vigilantly against the wall. Sometimes he stuck his head out and looked at the entrance of the alley. The black Suv stopped there steadily, like a wolf waiting to hunt. For anyone, even if he had rich experience, he would still be nervous when encountering this situation. Xiangbei began to sweat coldly, and he could even hear his "bang bang" heartbeat.

After a while, the motor sounded weaker. Listening to the sound, the car seemed to be driving away.

It should be safe. Xiangbei was about to poke his head out and take a look when the door of this house was opened.

"Who are you looking for?" The person who opened the door was a middle-aged man pushing a cart full of wood that had been cut into small pieces.

"Hello, fellow villager, I came to find a friend, but I couldn't find his house. I got lost as I walked." Xiangbei was really shocked by the sudden voice, but it quickly calmed down.

"Oh, what's the name of the person you were looking for? Is it from Luohe Village?" asked the middle-aged man.

"Of course it's from Luohe Village. I originally wanted to ask someone for information, but I didn't see anyone after walking for a long time. What did everyone do?" Xiangbei did not answer him directly, but instead raised the question.

"Don't you know? There are dead people in this village, and no one dares to go out. If you are not in a hurry, I advise you to go back. It's not safe now." The middle-aged man said, turning around and going home.

"Hey, fellow villager, can you go to your house to ask for water? It took a long time to come out and I haven't drunk water." The other party seemed honest and honest. Maybe this was an opportunity.
Chapter completed!