The next morning, despite being incredibly sleepy, Song Rongrong got dressed and went to work.
Last night, she talked with Song Yingying for a long time, and when she looked at the time before going to bed, it was already past 1 a.m.
After washing her face with cold water, Song Rongrong felt much more awake. She then took out her bicycle, which she hadn't ridden in a long time, and rode it all the way to the TV station.
As soon as Zhang Shu arrived at the office, a group of people surrounded her seat.
Song Rongrong was startled, "What's going on with you all so early in the morning?"
Upon closer inspection, Zhang Shu had a bandage wrapped around her forehead and looked haggard.
Song Rongrong hurriedly asked, "Oh my god, Shushu, what's wrong with you?"
Zhang Shu was furious and slammed her fist on the desk. "Rongrong, you almost didn't get to see me today!"
This was the third time Zhang Shu had come to the office to recount the story.
Zhang Shu had been living in her newly rented apartment for several months without any problems. But last night, after having a late-night snack, she went to take a shower and, halfway through, felt the urge to have diarrhea.
She ran out of toilet paper, so she wrapped herself in a bath towel and went out to get some, only to find the front door of the house wide open.
Zhang Shu immediately became anxious.
He covered himself with a bath towel, turned around and rushed into the kitchen, pulled out a cleaver, and yelled a few times, "Get out here!"
The house was quiet; there wasn't a sound.
Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed past the doorway, followed quickly by footsteps that echoed down the stairwell.
Zhang Shu cursed, grabbed her keys, put on a long coat, grabbed a knife, slammed the door shut, and rushed downstairs, shouting "Fire!" in the stairwell as she did so!
The corridor was in complete chaos.
Zhang Shu rushed down the stairs. She lived on the fourth floor. After running out of the building, she saw that the person had already run to the entrance of the alley. By the time Zhang Shu rushed over, the person had disappeared.
Zhang Shu, with her hair still dripping wet, holding a knife, and wearing slippers, looked quite frightening in the middle of the night.
Zhang Shu was so angry that she cursed a few times on the spot, and then went to the police station.
Her rented apartment was near Aiguo Street, which was under the jurisdiction of the police station in Wang Ya's area.
Last night, Officer Zhao and his team were on duty. Around 10 p.m., they saw Zhang Shu, looking disheveled, walk into the police station with a knife. Everyone stood up in alarm.
After explaining the situation, Officer Zhao and another police officer accompanied Zhang Shu to her home. While going up the stairs, Zhang Shu didn't see clearly and tripped, hitting her head on the stairs and bleeding.
Upon hearing this, Song Rongrong frowned. "Are you alright? Did you get stitches? Is it serious?"
"It's nothing, just a little blood."
Have you found any leads?
Zhang Shu sighed, "Anyway, they found out the lock was broken. The police said it's possible that last night, right after I came out of the bathroom, that damned thief opened the door and heard me coming out before he could even enter the house. He probably didn't dare to come in and just hid by the wall outside the door."
Her door was close to the stairwell, so the man just ran away.
Song Rongrong frowned even more. "Logically speaking, there should have been light coming through your door last night, so you should have known someone was home. Why did you still rush in?"
If the intention is to steal, there's even less reason to wait until someone is home before entering.
If it's a colored image...
Song Rongrong patted Zhang Shu on the shoulder, "Why don't you go back to your parents' place for a while?"
Zhang Shu grunted in agreement, then said angrily, "They must have already taken over for me! Damn it! That kid from last night, better not run away, I'll show him who bleeds first!"
Producer Jiang stood behind them and listened for a long time before quickly saying, "You can't have this idea, young comrade. It's very dangerous. After all, he's a man, and men are naturally stronger than women. Of course, we can't rule out some kind of accident."
Zhang Shu said in a deep voice, "If I hadn't done anything last night, that little beast would probably be in here!"
Zhang Shu makes a good point.
Each situation needs to be analyzed individually. If Zhang Shu hadn't been so ruthless last night, that damned man would probably have stormed into the house, and no one could guarantee what would have happened afterward.
Song Rongrong: "That person must have been scared away by you."
Zhang Shu's shout last night made everyone in the building aware of it. Later, the police came and told the neighbors who were watching the commotion in the hallway to close their doors and windows.
Song Rongrong: "You should pack your things and go home tonight. I'll go with you to pack."
Producer Jiang was worried about the two of them, so he said, "I'll go with you this afternoon."
Zhang Shu made a fist-and-palm gesture: "Thank you, boss!"
Producer Jiang: "Little brat."
Zhang Shu's story spread throughout the TV station in just one morning. At lunchtime in the cafeteria, Kong Bowen even sat down opposite Zhang Shu and Song Rongrong.
Kong Bowen smiled at the two of them.
After his failed confession to Song Rongrong last time, Kong Bowen was not discouraged and quickly cheered up, and even got along well with the two of them.
What exactly happened to you last night?
Zhang Shu could only recount what happened last night.
Zhang Shu was very articulate and spoke vividly. Kong Bowen was taken aback at first, then frowned deeply, looking very serious.
Song Rongrong glanced around and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong? Do you know some inside information?"
Kong Bowen: "You don't know, just last week, a woman living alone went missing in the west of the city. It was all in the newspapers. You might not know if you're not paying attention, but the police judged from the clues at the scene that someone must have broken into her house and kidnapped her. The cabinets and drawers in the house were all ransacked."
Zhang Shu opened her mouth wide.
Kong Bowen: "Anyway, it's quite dangerous. You should go home and live with your parents."
Zhang Shu nodded. "Rongrong said the same thing this morning. It seems I have no choice but to go home."
Because of this, Zhang Shu felt down all day.
After get off work, Zhang Shu took Producer Jiang and Song Rongrong to her rented apartment. The rent was paid until the end of next month, and it wouldn't be rented out anytime soon. Zhang Shu wasn't short of money, so she decided to move out first. She packed her things quickly and left.
Song Rongrong: "I'll take you home."
Producer Jiang: "Yes, together."
Zhang Shu touched her nose, "It makes me feel like I'm some kind of rare and protected animal."
Producer Jiang scoffed, his face filled with undisguised mockery.
"What's wrong?" Zhang Shu asked curiously.
"Never mind, it's nothing, let's go." Producer Jiang rubbed his stomach. "It's getting late, shall we eat before going back?"
Zhang Shu: "Then this meal is on me, you can't refuse."
Song Rongrong: "Okay, okay, okay."
The three of them found a noodle shop not far downstairs, and Zhang Shu sat facing the street.
Suddenly, Zhang Shu's eyes paused slightly.
As soon as the owner brought over a bowl of noodles, Zhang Shu immediately got up and rushed out.
"Shushu?"
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