"Team leader, let's go."
After leaving the rooftop parking lot, Song Luo saw Chen Daqian not far away. Chen Daqian looked at Song Luo and immediately greeted him respectfully.
Song Luo asked casually, "What time is it?"
"Team Leader Song, it's 7:31 PM now."
Chen Daqian didn't know what Song Luo meant, but he still answered Song Luo's question honestly.
Song Luo was a little surprised when he heard this, and couldn't help but ask: "There's still half an hour before get off work ends?"
In this case, Song Luoke is full of energy.
After coming down from the rooftop parking lot, I found that the mall was already full of police officers, patrolling everywhere. Some onlookers were pointing and talking, but I didn't know what they were saying.
Song Luo came down from upstairs and became one of the onlookers. He also mixed in the crowd to listen to what ordinary people thought about the matter.
However, no one linked this incident to any supernatural event: after all, it was just someone falling to their death, and this kind of thing happened frequently before the advent of the supernatural era.
After hearing these things, Song Luo nodded and found that reporter Lin Jiaran had already conducted an interview as soon as possible.
Seeing this, Song Luo didn't say much. He nodded to Chen Daqian and walked out of the mall.
At this time, Lin Jiaran, who had just finished an interview, picked up the water cup and drank it in small sips.
The name 'Jia Ran' brought her some very helpless situations.
This name is actually a very common name, especially in the "Eastern Guangdong Province" area, where many people would name their children "Jiaxin", "Jiaran", "Jiayi" and so on.
As a child born in Guangdong Province, it is normal for Lin Jiaran to work in Lindong Province.
However……
Who made another Jia Ran so popular on the Internet?
Thinking of this, Lin Jiaran couldn't help but sigh. After putting down the cup, he raised his head casually. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he saw Song Luo. He immediately stepped forward, gave him a sweet smile, and asked him, "Hello, sir. I am a reporter from Lindong Provincial TV Station. Do you have time to accept our interview?"
Lin Jiaran seemed a little cautious.
Many TV reporters will go straight up to interview people without asking for their consent beforehand, but will ask questions after the interview is over.
Lin Jiaran was a newcomer and felt embarrassed to just go up to the interview, so he would ask some questions before each interview.
Although consent was obtained in both cases, the meanings were different.
Song Luo glanced at his phone and saw that there were still more than ten minutes left. He nodded and said, "Is this a live broadcast or a recorded broadcast?"
"It's a recorded broadcast." Lin Jiaran said, "If you're not satisfied with anything, we can start over."
After hearing that it was a recorded broadcast, Song Luo nodded and said with a smile: "If you have any questions, just ask."
Since it is a recorded broadcast, there is no problem. If you say something that cannot be broadcast, the reviewer will naturally cut it out, so you don't need to worry.
"Okay, may I ask..."
The question was very simple, and the main question was why Song Luo was walking forward.
This is what Lin Jiaran is most curious about.
After all, the other guests were sightseeing, but only this one was walking out, which was really suspicious.
It looked like a murderer who had just committed a crime was leaving the crime scene in a casual manner. Such a situation would naturally arouse other people's curiosity.
Moreover, Lin Jiaran always felt that this gentleman looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.
And what could Song Luo say? He could only honestly answer that he was off work and going home to play games.
After chatting for a few more sentences, today's interview ended.
Then, Lin Jiaran smiled and said to Song Luo, "Thank you for your hard work, sir... You look somewhat familiar. Have I seen you somewhere else?"
Song Luo nodded and said, "You also interviewed me during the last fire."
After hearing this, Lin Jiaran seemed to recall something and smiled, "We...are truly destined to meet."
Well, actually she didn't remember anything.
"Yes, it is indeed fate." Song Luo nodded. "If you have any problems in the future, you can come to me. I work on Houyi Road."
After saying that, Song Luo chose to leave.
After Song Luo left, Lin Jiaran couldn't help but feel puzzled as to what this gentleman meant by his last sentence.
Can I go to him if I have something to do?
Thinking of this, Lin Jiaran couldn't help but shudder.
Fire scene? It should be the one a few weeks ago. The fire at that time was extremely large. It can be said that Gaohai City has not experienced such a large fire in decades.
Could it be that...
Thinking of this, Lin Jiaran couldn't help but feel a little creepy.
Was that gentleman really the murderer behind all this? First, he started a fire there that Gaohai City hadn't seen in decades, and then a few weeks later, he killed an innocent passerby who learned the truth?!
“Huh~”
Lin Jiaran took a deep breath. She felt a little uneasy and thought of calling the police.
After the interview is over, find a police officer and tell him about the problem you just encountered.
This is too scary.
…
Song Luo, who returned home from get off work on time, didn't think too much about it and just mentioned it casually.
After all, the crackdown on extraordinary crimes has begun recently, and some criminals have begun to take risks and specifically target celebrities, claiming that they want to retaliate.
The reporter also falls within the scope of retaliation, but it was just a casual mention anyway, so it didn't take much of a big deal.
This time, Song Luo returned to his previous rental house.
My luggage and other things are still in my previous rental house!
Although he planned to move to the dormitory of the Non-Security Bureau and Song Luo had recently made some money, he was not yet rich enough to throw away all his previous things.
"Wouldn't it be nice to come back here, finish 'Deep Sea Invasion Act 3', and then move all my gear over there tomorrow morning?"
I took a look at the rental house where I had lived for two or three months.
Although it was only a few months, Song Luo felt at home.
After tomorrow, my 'home' will be moved to another place.
"Let's play the game first. Why think so much? Let's just push the dungeon."
Suddenly, Song Luo came to his senses and thought of his own copy. He quickly sat down, turned on his mobile phone, and clicked on the "Deep Sea Overlord" activity interface.
"Leviathan's Devouring Operation" is still there, nothing has changed.
The countdown for the "Deep Sea Invasion" below only has a dozen minutes left.
Song Luo understood that in a dozen minutes, either Hawaii or Sydney would be hit by another bloody storm.
But all this has nothing to do with Song Luo.
He's just a player.
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