There has been no explosive news recently, let alone any false propaganda. The editorial department of "Wingzhisuoxiang" mainly focuses on its newly launched APP.
They attach great importance to every message, and small teams are more efficient at the beginning of their business.
Since it is its own APP rather than a public account under WeChat, most of the people who applied for registration at the first time are die-hard fans of "Wings Wherevering Goes", except for those who are placing small advertisements.
With the attitude of giving it a try, they logged into the administrator account and wanted to check the IP address that the "Scarecrow" had last logged in from.
"What's going on? Is this guy still online?"
The office was not big to begin with, and everyone actually heard what the Earl was complaining about. However, even though everyone was familiar with each other, they were working overtime after all, so they still acted as if they were very busy.
But the Earl's shouting still attracted the attention of others, and fortunately everyone came over to take a look.
The updated content on the newly launched APP is not rich enough. Within a few days, the number of registered users has exceeded 3,000, but there are only dozens of people online, including the "Scarecrow".
Su province town?
"Would you like to see his registration information?"
The Earl asked Cui Ying a question and looked at everyone. Seeing that no one objected, he directly extracted the registration information of "Scarecrow".
There are several personal question and answer records, as well as a registered mobile phone number.
"Call over and ask?"
"beat!"
A group of people felt that this was responsible and not harassment, so they called directly using the office landline.
But it was a prompt tone of "temporarily unable to connect".
"Uh, what should I do?"
If I ignore it, what if something really happens? If I pay attention to it, it seems that I don’t have the technology to do it.
A little girl said bluntly.
"Since he won't call the police, why don't we just call the police on his behalf?"
Makes sense!
I have to say that the circle of journalists sometimes has a special deterrent effect.
When calling the police, the police center was not very interested in reports that only had a few messages on the website and no other elements.
After all, there are so many people who are spreading rumors online, and there are quite a few who are shouting about the end of the world all day long. It is not necessary to check every one of them.
But when we heard that it was a written self-media of a journalist group like "Yingzhisuoxiang", we had to respond with caution.
These days, not only are businesses of all sizes afraid of negative news, but the public sector is also troubled by it.
So I transferred it to the town police station to verify the situation of the owner of that number.
Finally, it was verified that something was wrong.
R County Branch of the Town Police Department.
Since the owner of the number ending in 2251 was verified to be from R County, this small case was transferred here.
The police first called this number to try to contact the owner, Chao Xianjun, but the call could not be connected.
Records show that this is a contractor who grows some off-season vegetables and strawberry fields, and usually lives in a small tiled house in the shed area he contracted.
Then they found the man's wife's number in the archives and called it, but it also said that the call could not be connected.
This instinctively attracted the attention of the police.
The R County Police Department sent four policemen to go directly to the shed area contracted by Chao Xianjun to take a look.
The police did not wait until the next day to take action, but dispatched immediately.
It was already past 9 o'clock in the evening. Chao Xianjun had contracted some "wasteland" in the village that was no longer cultivated. The shed area was relatively remote.
A police car turned on the navigation, drove along the main road, and then turned into a small road without street lights.
The night is cloudy tonight and visibility is low.
The car's high beams seemed to be the only light on this gravel path, like two white cones clearing the way in the night.
Inside the car, four policemen stared out the window.
"Xinyuan, they should be here soon, right?"
The older policeman in the passenger seat asked the younger policeman who was driving.
"Almost there, the navigation shows it's less than 500 meters away."
Hearing this, the other three people in the car perked up.
The old policeman in the passenger seat frowned and looked into the distance ahead.
It was pitch black and I couldn't see anything clearly.
"There are no lights on over there in the shed area? Xinyuan, slow down."
The first sentence is a self-talk and the second sentence is an order.
The older policeman's name is Jin Shunfu. Although his name is rustic, he is very capable and is considered a top figure in the R County Police Department.
For some reason, he suddenly regretted not applying for a gun on this mission because the procedures were too complicated.
No reason, just a hunch.
The car slowly stopped about ten meters outside the shed area. In the last few dozen meters, Lao Jin had asked the driver Zhang Xinyuan to turn off the headlights.
Because of Lao Jin's nervousness, the four of them behaved in a different way from the relaxed manner when they came. They all bent over quietly and got out of the car, even closing the door gently.
It is not impossible to go to bed after nine o'clock in the evening, but in such a large greenhouse area, lights are usually installed in some places to prevent people from stealing crops. Some insect repellent lamps and the like are also installed, and many people also keep dogs.
They don't quite understand this, but they have seen some greenhouse contractors, and none of them are as weird as this one!
There were no human voices, no barking dogs, and no light.
Originally they had planned to shout a few times when they arrived, but now they were all silent.
Lao Jin and Zhang Xinyuan quietly moved to the vicinity of a greenhouse and could vaguely see the tile-roofed house about twenty meters away. They had to walk along a small gravel road that was not accessible to vehicles.
"Master, look..."
Zhang Xinyuan pushed Lao Jin and asked him to look to the side.
Old Jin turned around and found Zhang Xinyuan looking at a straight green plant.
No, it's not a plant, it's a lighting pole!
'What's going on?'
The lamp pole was about two meters high and was tightly entangled by a vine-like green plant that spread all the way to the light bulb on the top, making Lao Jin think it was a plant at first.
This must be one of the night lights! Has it been broken for a long time?
After discovering the lamp pole, Lao Jin suddenly gave up his plan to take people directly to the tile-roofed house, and instead quietly walked around the shed area for a distance.
In just ten minutes, they found a total of four lamp poles, all of which were entangled by some vine-like vegetation.
Moreover, Lao Jin and others also discovered that these things were almost everywhere in the fields here.
This is a strawberry garden. Shouldn't there be few weeds anywhere else except in the greenhouse?
The four people's doubts grew.
"Let's go check in that tile house. If no one is there, check inside the greenhouse. Watch your step and don't turn on the lights!"
The one-story small tiled house in the distance can only be said to be a temporary residence for watching the shed, and the area is very small.
But as the four policemen approached quietly, the tile house gave him the illusion that it was a ferocious beast lurking in the distance, ready to devour someone.
It took the group more than a minute to walk the twenty or so meters before they quietly arrived in front of the tile-roofed house.
The gate was closed tightly, and the cement ground in front of it was covered with vines.
Zhang Xinyuan quietly walked to the window, pulled out a high-intensity flashlight from his waist, and signaled to his companions.
Lao Jin nodded at him, then drew his baton and stood on guard.
With a "click", the flashlight was turned on and shone inside through the window.
"Bang~"
Suddenly, the window exploded, and countless vines rushed out from inside like black snakes. The flashlight and Zhang Xinyuan, which served as the light source, were swallowed up in an instant.
"ah……"
The scream stopped abruptly after only half a second.
"Retreat, retreat quickly~~~!!"
Lao Jin yelled, threw away his baton, and pulled the other two stunned policemen back, away from the vines that were still slowly wriggling, the light of the flashlight still faintly shining through...
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