Incineration
In the early morning light, the nurse reminded her that she would be discharged from the hospital today. Fu Chunzi then turned off the radio program she listened to every day and responded with a smile.
Although I was lucky enough not to suffer any vital injuries during this attack, I was still seriously injured. I decided to use all the vacation time I had saved up to take it now and take care of my health.
Her interns filled in for her on her days off; last night they'd even discussed the details of the live broadcast. Her three interns were all girls, bright and dedicated, and they had a good relationship, so they came to pick her up when she was discharged from the hospital today.
Before she finished the formalities, intern Liang Miao said that there were many reporters gathered below, all waiting to interview her, the victim.
"Sister Chunzi, do you want us to help you lead them away?" The others suggested that Liang Miao, who was of similar build to her, could play the role of her and go out first, and they would then cover Fu Chunzi as she got into the car.
I thought they were going to play the kind of roles with a mission in TV dramas, but unexpectedly, Fu Chunzi rejected them outright.
She looked calm as she looked down from seven floors above at the hungry reporters below.
As expected, before she even left the hall, reporters swarmed over her, all kinds of microphones pointed at her lips, cameras clicked, not missing any expression on her face. Fu Chunzi straightened her back, ready to answer their questions.
"May I ask why you chose to walk down that alley? Did you know it was unsafe and wanted to attract attention by doing so?"
A male reporter pushed aside the female reporter who was blocking him and squeezed in front of her.
Fu Chunzi glanced at him contemptuously and said, "I refuse to answer."
The other party reacted quickly and continued to attack, "What's your reason for refusing to answer? Are you afraid to answer because you've been exposed?"
Fu Chunzi asked back, "What about you? Why did you ask such an unreasonable question? You knew I would reject you, but you still asked it. Did you write it to attract attention?"
Fu Chunzi's answer left him speechless. Then she raised her hand and pushed away the microphone held by the man, and looked at other people.
"I heard that the police still have no clue about the murderer. What do you think about this?"
Fu Chunzi picked out the ambiguity in her words and pressed her further, "Are you referring to my opinion of the police or my opinion of the murderer?"
“Both.”
Fu Chunzi pondered for a moment. "I don't think this incident had much to do with me. I just happened to be passing by. Maybe I bumped into something and provoked the other person to attack me. As for the murderer, I really don't remember much. It was raining heavily that day, and everything happened so suddenly. I would like to express my sincere gratitude to all the media friends who care about me. I also believe that the police will definitely catch the murderer and give me justice. Thank you."
After that, the intern cleared a path for her and escorted her to the car.
This interview was quickly reposted on various video websites, and was also edited together with footage of her early years as a telephone operator.
An interview with a victim and a discussion of "unreliable friendships" that the victim had previously discussed are particularly awkward. The video states that a reliable friendship is based on interests, whether material or emotional. The most dangerous kind of friendship is one based on shared secrets. The higher the risk factor, the more likely betrayal.
Two seemingly unrelated scenes were edited together, and marketing accounts vigorously promoted Fu Chunzi's sober personality, saying that her remarks were too realistic, and then felt unfair for the vicious incident she encountered, which increased netizens' sympathy for her.
Little did she know that these internet trolls were all paid by her own money. With just a few clicks and payment of the required amount, such a weather vane could be easily faked.
“Knock, knock, knock.”
Fu Chunzi turned off his phone and said, "Come in."
It was Liang Miao, who came in with a thick manuscript in her hand. "Sister Chunzi, shall we continue reading the contents of the manuscript today?"
She asked her interns to write these manuscripts.
For a job like live radio broadcast, the requirements for people who have access to the internal line are still very strict. They have to count in advance who will be calling to answer the line. However, in the past few days, the listeners have not been allowed to connect. Instead, they have been asked to write their own scripts and pretend to be callers from the public.
This mode will only be activated when the listening rate is very low. It has basically not been used since Fu Chunzi started this program. I don’t know why it was activated again this time.
"Yes." Fu Chunzi affirmed, "You have no experience in dealing with emergencies, so practice on your own first."
Liang Miao nodded, not quite understanding, and after hesitating, he added, "But there's already a backlog of calls from the public. Do we have to continue to pile up calls?"
Fu Chunzi thought for a moment, tapping the table with his pen. "Well, you count all the callers, and when I come back I'll organize a special call-in event and schedule them."
After receiving the task, Liang Miao left, but Fu Chunzi was worried about another thing.
Six kilometers away from Fanxingtai, in a city express hotel, Wang Ruofei looked through the peephole. After making sure it was safe, he opened his suitcase, which contained all the important items in his rental house.
After he put all the blame on Chu Tong, he felt more and more that he was about to be investigated. Fortunately, he had asked someone to book a boat ticket for a long sea voyage earlier, and the departure time was tonight.
He had just shaken off the police who had been following him for a long time, and now he would be free if he stayed in the hotel for another three hours.
Although he didn't have anything particularly valuable here during his two years as a graduate student, he still came back. This trip was not only to get something, but also because he was worried.
He knew Chu Tong well. He was a fence-sitter. He could be your brother one second and would be with you no matter what, but he could turn against you the next second. He was not afraid of anyone, human or ghost. If it weren't for his superb flattery skills, Yin Shilu would not have valued him so much.
Instead of letting Chu Tong sue him, he would rather take the initiative to block Chu Tong's way of shirking responsibility.
Wang Ruofei couldn't help laughing when he thought about how perfect his idea was, and happily packed his things for tonight's long journey.
The space without any sound was too lonely and would make him feel scared. The sound from the TV was gentle and cold, which made people relax unconsciously. The woman in the picture was talking to the camera, and her calm and composed demeanor permeated her every expression and every movement.
After watching for a while, he felt a little sleepy. This voice actually overlapped with the female anchor on the radio. He felt that Yin Shilu had good taste.
After all, not every mentor will ask you to like what the mentor likes and do what the mentor likes. The stupidest request he has heard in the past two years is to listen to the Star Channel program on time at 8 o'clock every morning, and sometimes to make a written report.
At that time, he was really skeptical about how an old man who was almost fifty years old could like this kind of late-night radio. He and Chu Tong guessed that he must be unable to sleep due to his old age, and he had nothing to do but listen to late-night radio to relieve his boredom.
However, the facts slapped them in the face. They even had real people to keep them company to relieve their boredom. He listened to this radio station purely because Yin Shilu liked the voice of the female anchor. For this reason, he even searched everywhere for this similar voice. It can be said that he was crazy.
Yin Shilu's purpose in listening to the program was impure, but he inadvertently cultivated Wang Ruofei's hobby of listening to radio broadcasts. He would always turn on this program every sleepless night, or listen to the previous episode at eight o'clock in the morning.
Just as he was reminiscing about the past, the doorbell suddenly rang. Wang Ruofei stood up and leaned over to look through the peephole. Then he saw a man in yellow clothes and a baseball cap outside. "Takeout."
Wang Ruofei suddenly remembered that he had ordered takeout before coming, and then opened the door.
The man kept his head down. The moment he opened the door, he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. He was pushed into the room, and the empty box in the other person's hand fell on the carpet.
The door was completely closed.
"The deceased, Wang Ruofei, was stabbed dozens of times in the abdomen and died on the spot from excessive blood loss. Like Xu Lanxin, he died out of rage." Qin Huaisheng followed the trace examiner and said, "During this time, the deceased and the murderer struggled. His right fingernail scratched the murderer's skin. He also grabbed the neck and stabbed it. There are obvious strangulation marks on his neck. It is estimated that he died no more than six hours ago."
“Who discovered it first?”
Chen An turned around and saw a cleaning lady saying, "It's me. This gentleman booked an hourly room, but when the time came, he still hadn't come down. He didn't check out or request a renewal, and his phone was disconnected. I come up to clean at the same time every day, and I saw this when I opened the door."
The young police officer who was on duty with him said in frustration: "It's all our fault. We lost him."
"When did you realize that the people in the car had changed?"
The police officer recalled: "On the national highway."
"Two cars were refueling at the time. After refueling, Xiao Liu and I continued to follow him. We drove for more than two hours. When we saw Wang Ruofei was about to leave the province, we stopped him at the toll booth. Who knew that the person under the mask was not Wang Ruofei at all!"
Chen An said: "The fact that Wang Ruofei could do this shows that he had planned it in advance."
As soon as he finished speaking, the police officer found a boat ticket in Wang Ruofei's pocket. The time on it was 7 o'clock tonight.
This guy wants to sneak into another country.
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