"Yes, yes, yes!" Mu Jiang went out to continue working.
The Zhuo Group press conference was in progress when Long Yinuan came in and saw Mu Jiang sitting on the stage. Mu Jiang saw her from a distance, walked out, and pulled her aside.
"Why are you here?"
"Why don't you want to see me?" She had skipped classes and her school uniform would easily attract attention. Mu Jiang didn't want her to affect the reputation of the Zhuo Group, so he pulled her into the company car and asked the driver to take her back to school: "Remember, I don't want to see you again."
"Mu Jiang, do you hate us?" She was naive and thought that he blamed her and her brother for Ouyang's death. "We didn't know that Sister Ouyang would have an accident." Her brother also lived in guilt and was absent-minded every day.
At Harbin Airport, Jin Lu disembarked and headed straight for the scene, where he saw the devastated buildings. The explosion had killed two people, Ouyang and Zhuo Qiang. This puzzled him most. Everyone else had managed to escape before the blast, but Ouyang and Zhuo Qiang were the only ones trapped. This was a premeditated bombing. He went to the Public Security Bureau, inquired about the circumstances, and sought out those who had experienced it. Amidst this vast sea of information, he was determined to uncover the truth.
However, he was not suited to conducting investigations. Everyone said something different, and he felt lost in this unfamiliar place.
Ouyang's injuries began to recover, but it would take another three months to return to normal.
Wang Xin, who had already started working, came back from get off work and went to the room to check on Ouyang first: "It seems that he has recovered well."
She put down her book. After spending time with him, she had a rough idea of his personality. A police officer who loved his work, a man who didn't care about his appearance. He couldn't cook and only brought home a small lunch box every day.
To help Ouyang feel less bored, Wang Xin bought her a bunch of books from the bookstore. However, he only bought detective stories and crime-solving novels. Such monotonous books made Ouyang even more bored.
She already knew that there were people from the detective agency around her, or rather, that the people around her were controlled or bribed by the detective agency. This time, she was careless. Zhuo Qiang died because of her negligence, a guilt she would never be able to erase. She was becoming more and more haggard day by day.
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