Chen Jizhou's "bad" sound was not loud, but it attracted Luo Fangyi's attention.

"What's wrong, leader?"

Chen Jizhou ignored her and picked up a few pieces of paper on the ground. Without exception, they were all materials related to Beijiang Evening News and Xiangbei.

"She... could not be such a coincidence!" Chen Jizhou stared at the white cloth with his eyes shut down, and he stopped halfway through his words. He couldn't believe his judgment.

Luo Fangyi looked at the corpse, then turned around and looked at Chen Jizhou, questioning her face, "You... do you know this person?"

"I'm not sure, but...you see..."

Luo Fangyi looked in the direction of Chen Jizhou's finger. It was a pile of scattered paper. She leaned closer to see the "appeal materials on the case to the north" and "report materials from Beijiang Evening News"...

"How could this person have relevant materials from his master? Who is she?" Luo Fangyi raised her head and stared at Chen Jizhou.

"Zhou Xuecen... I've heard of her, but I don't know her, so I'm just guessing." Chen Jizhou replied. Various questions and guesses flew through his brain. Maybe these are just the materials that Zhou Xuecen sprinkled here, maybe she was just frightened and didn't know where she went.

"What?!" Luo Fangyi was shocked when he heard the three words "Zhou Xuecen". "Master's wife? How is this possible?"

Luo Fangyi could not believe this fact, how could it be so coincidental? The master had lost a relative, and now... she couldn't imagine what kind of blow this news would be for Xiangbei.

Chen Jizhou took out his cell phone, found Zhou Xuecen's number, and called.

"The call you made is currently unanswered, please dial it later."

Chen Jizhou's vague premonition was getting stronger and stronger.

Qu Changguo, who was standing outside, saw something wrong with the two and squeezed in.

"What's going on, Lao Chen?"

"Mr. Qu, do you know Zhou Xuecen?" Chen Jizhou said.

"Of course I met her. She is my junior sister and Xiangbei's wife." Qu Changguo didn't understand what he meant by asking.

"Have you met her?" Chen Jizhou confirmed again.

"Oh, we often eat together. Lao Chen, you wouldn't say that this person is Zhou Xuecen, right?" Qu Changguo was shocked by his own question.

On the side, the traffic police and the police were already done with their work. Medical staff moved Zhou Xuechen to the car.

"Wait a minute, doctor." Chen Jizhou called the medical staff.

The police also surrounded him, "What's wrong? Do you know the deceased?"

"I'm not sure, can I see her?" Chen Jizhou did not reveal his identity to the other party. A person involved in the case of Beijiang Evening News died at the door of Beijiang Evening News. It would be natural to spread such a thing!

"That's right. We don't have the identity information of the deceased yet." The medical staff opened a corner of the white cloth. Chen Jizhou, Qu Changguo, and Luo Fangyi and the other two came up at the same time.

"Ah?!" Qu Changguo was dumbfounded, wanting to speak but stopping. Although the deceased's face was bloody, just looking at the outline, it can be basically concluded that this person was Zhou Xuecen.

Chen Jizhou and Luo Fangyi already knew the answer from his expression.

"How is it? Do you know her?" the policeman asked.

Qu Changguo came to his senses and shook his head.

Luo Fangyi was anxious when he saw this, and rushed up and was about to say something, but was grabbed by Qu Changguo.

"Mr. Qu, this?" Luo Fangyi looked puzzled. When has it been now, and he pretended not to know the series? Didn't Qu Changguo just say that he was good friends with Xiangbei and Zhou Xuecen? Why didn't he recognize him?

Qu Changguo gave Luo Fangyi a wink. Luo Fangyi had no choice but to follow him away from the scene.

The three returned to the newspaper office. Through the wall, as the ambulance left, the onlookers gradually dispersed on the street.

"Old Chen, what should I do?" Qu Changguo had not recovered from the shock just now. After all, a person who was so familiar died like this, and he was so young and so tragic that anyone would be frightened and had no choice. His mind was full of that bloody scene.

Chen Jizhou was also shocked. He was over fifty years old and had witnessed all kinds of life and death, and had long been accustomed to joys and sorrows. But what happened now was too shocking for him. The person who called him and sent text messages half an hour ago has suddenly died, which is so terrifying!

"If it really doesn't work, report to President Xiahou." Chen Jizhou suggested.

Qu Changguo did not answer and was silent for a while, "I think it's inappropriate. First, whether this person is Zhou Xuecen, he still has to wait for the police to investigate. Second, even if she is a traffic accident or intentional murder, she doesn't know whether it's a traffic accident or a deliberate murder. If she doesn't know anything, report to the leader. Wouldn't it be a cause for trouble for the leader? Besides, if we didn't go to the scene today, wouldn't it be tomorrow's news? It's not bad for this night."

Qu Changguo's analysis is not without reason. There is no clue about this matter. There are many doubts to be resolved, so it is better to be cautious. Chen Jizhou agrees with his opinion.

While the two were discussing, Luo Fangyi returned to the workstation, turned on the computer, uploaded the photos and videos he had just taken to the computer, and prepared to edit and write the article.

Although I am not sure that the deceased was Zhou Xuecen, from the reactions of Qu Changguo and Chen Jizhou, we can see that it is almost the same. Luo Fangyi felt uncomfortable. What God is this? He brought all the injustice and misfortune to his master's family!

"Little Luo, come here." Qu Changguo called Luo Fangyi to the office, "How is the manuscript?"

"Are you talking about the manuscript of this accident? I'm already dealing with it." Luo Fangyi replied.

"Stop and go back and rest." Qu Changguo was in a deep mood and was unwilling to explain more.

"What's wrong, Mr. Qu?"

"I mean, don't post this manuscript anymore. This matter is too annoying, alas."

After Qu Changguo finished speaking, he leaned on the back of the chair and said nothing, and Chen Jizhou also sat next to him in silence. The atmosphere was solemn.

"Okay, Mr. Qu." Luo Fangyi returned to the workstation, and tears that had been tense in his eyes flowed out. It was not because the manuscript was not published, but because it thought of Zhou Xuecen and Nuo Yi. Alas, it would be better if it didn't publish it.

That night, Chen Jizhou was lying on the bed toss and turned, unable to fall asleep for a long time. The scene at the accident scene was like rewinding, and it appeared repeatedly in his mind. Is this person Zhou Xuecen? If not, why didn't she go to the appointment on time and couldn't even get through the phone? If it were her, wouldn't it be a coincidence? Or was someone deliberately doing it? I wonder how long it took Chen Jizhou to fall asleep in a daze.

The next morning, when Chen Jizhou arrived at the unit, he began to ask people to inquire about yesterday's car accident. In the end, he got the most worried result that the deceased was Zhou Xuecen.

As for the cause of death, Chen Jizhou's police friend revealed that the driver turned left at the time and was drinking before the incident. However, why did the owner show no sign of brake after hitting Zhou Xuecen, but instead crashed straight into the tree across the road? Is this an ordinary traffic accident or intentional murder? The police are still investigating.

There is no way, I have to report this to Xiahou Mingqi.

"What did you say? Xiangbei's wife died in a car accident? When did it happen?" Xiahou Mingqi was surprised when he heard the news. Such a big thing happened before the new official's first fire could be lit.

“Last night.”

"Is there any specific situation of the incident?" Xiahou Mingqi needed more specific information to find a basis for his own analysis and judgment.

So, Chen Jizhou reported on how he contacted Zhou Xuecen, how Zhou Xuecen rushed to the newspaper, the traffic police and police investigations on the matter, etc.

"Old Chen, what do you think about this?"

Chen Jizhou understood what he meant. Xiahou Mingqi wanted to know whether this was a traffic accident or a murder. This was also Chen Jizhou's long-standing doubt.

"President, it's hard to say the reason for this incident. The driver of the car caused the accident was drunk driving, and the police are still investigating it. However, when something happened at this critical moment, I always feel that it is not as simple as an ordinary accident."

Although Xiahou Mingqi didn't say anything, he already had some guesses in his mind. It would be okay if it was an accident, but if it was a murder, it means that Xiangbei's case is indeed very complicated. It also indirectly shows that the Beijiang Evening News is deep and a stagnant pool. It seems that it is not easy for him to make some noise in this new workplace.

"President, is the newspaper going to come forward for Zhou Xuecen?" Chen Jizhou asked for instructions.

"Although Xiangbei is not an employee of the newspaper, he has worked hard for the newspaper after all, and his family has experienced such a big change, it is not unrelated to the newspaper. Let's give me some condolences. In this way, Qu Changguo and Xiangbei's family have contacts, so let him go on behalf of the newspaper."

Chen Jizhou did not expect Xiahou Mingqi to answer so readily, and he did not avoid the important ones at all. As expected, he was young and promising. If it were Zhao Qingdong, he would have found a hundred reasons to shirk it.

However, this incident has caused a significant blow to Chen Jizhou. The investigation that has just been restarted has been stranded again. But things are unpredictable. When you think you are at the end of your journey, God will often open a path for you, even if the path is full of thorns.

The whole thing will turn around and start with a dinner and chat between reporters.

In recent years, reporters from Beijiang Evening News have always had a tradition of having dinner together. This kind of dinner is often a big gathering and a small gathering. Big gatherings are usually courteous and a process that has to be followed according to the rules. Small gatherings often have a love meal, and they usually get together only if they have a good relationship with each other to a certain extent.

That night, Wang Yue, a reporter from the rural group, called two other reporters and his colleague Mao Junjie from the marketing department to have a dinner together.

Wang Yue and Mao Junjie joined the club in the same year, and it has been exactly 4 years since today. The white-collar workers at this stage are like a pot of raw rice, thinking they are cooked thoroughly, but in fact, they still have teeth chewing when they eat them.

Wang Yue proposed the reason for the dinner party was also very simple. A friend who runs a farm in the suburbs brought him a few pheasant pheasants. The chicken was cut into pieces and stewed in the pot, and served with dried peppers, mushrooms and other ingredients. The meat was strong and delicious. For foodies, it was definitely a delicious food on earth. It can be said that when encountering a white-feathered chicken, it was like Sun Wukong meeting a six-eared macaque, which was immediately obvious.

Chinese people have a special liking for food, which has been like this for thousands of years. The clues can be seen from those traditional festivals - eating dumplings during the Spring Festival, eating rice dumplings during the Dragon Boat Festival, and eating mooncakes during the Mid-Autumn Festival... Which one does not use food to create an atmosphere? Even if there is only one food, it can become the best reason for a meal. If it is accompanied by jade dew and nectar, it must be the happiest thing.

The four of them prepared their own preparations, you prepared the food, I brought wine, and he brought cigarettes. Everyone did not book a hotel, and they went to Wang Yue's house for a meal after get off work.

Before getting off work, the sky above Hedong city was suddenly covered with dark clouds and thunder rolled. The rumbling sound was a bit dull and a little depressed. Soon the clouds accumulated heavier and heavier, and finally the large fog could not be trapped, turning into a drifting rain and pouring down.

The sudden heavy rain not only did not disturb the four of them, but made everyone more relaxed. Because once the rain started, the probability of working overtime and the leader talking was smaller. Therefore, the rain was getting better and better, and it would be even better if it could be over the whole night. It should be a perfect match for drinking and eating skewers on rainy days.

As everyone knows, every newcomer hired by the newspaper may be behind it. As for whom Wang Yue has the network of connections, everyone does not know, and can only guess based on clues.

Some people say that Wang Yue is the son of a director of a county in Beijiang and a graduate of a well-known university in Beijing. He can be said to have education, talent and background. Perhaps because of his wealthy family, Wang Yuegang has bought a house in Hedong after working for two years. The house is about 100 square meters, located in the center of the city, and is only about twenty minutes away from the newspaper.

Mao Junjie and the other two took a car to Wang Yue's house.

This is a high-end community with people and vehicles diversion, plastic tracks, badminton courts, and swimming pools.

Everyone entered as Wang Yue entered the room and saw that the decoration tasted absolutely amazing. The entrance hall is a unique ceiling light, and the walls are beige high-end wallpaper. The gilded lines are hidden through the reflection of the light, making them even more noble. The whole house has four bedrooms and two living rooms, each room is equipped with a circle of suspended ceilings, and there is a row of atmosphere spotlights on the ceiling...

Seeing everyone praise this, Wang Yue looked proud. He simply led the three of them to visit the house, living room, master bedroom, second bedroom, study room... the decoration and decoration are quite particular.

Especially in this study, Wang Yue had the idea that he was a reporter and must reflect the taste of a cultural person. Not only bookshelf, desk, desk lamp, etc. are specially customized. Wang Yue also gave the study a unique name - Zhiyazhai. The allusion comes from "Lüshi Chunqiu" "When the strings and songs, you will know the elegant meaning". On the wall facing the door is a banner with four big words written on it - without distraction.

"These four words are rare. Is there any particularity?" Mao Junjie asked.

"This was written by an old man from the Provincial Calligraphy Association. It was called 'The mind is like a mirror without distraction, and where does the wind cause ripples.' Actually, I don't understand what this means, haha. Maybe it's about his mood. You said that I am also a reporter from the Provincial Newspaper, how could I be focused? Then can I still do a good job?"
Chapter completed!