Is there someone dead in Taiwan?

My sister, there were only two radio stations broadcast last night.

One is his emotional program of "The Moon Represents Your Heart", and the other is "Lao Wang Tells Ghost Story" by "Lao Wang Next Door". Could it be that Lao Wang is dead?

It seems to be cool.

If the "Old Wang next door" really dies, wouldn't he be very suspicious?

I was in Taiwan last night, including the assistant, there were only three people.

But the assistant left in private. Later, he and "Lao Wang next door" were left in the station.

When he left last night, he greeted "Lao Wang next door".

At that time, the "Old Wang next door" was still doing well, but why did he die?

With a lot of questions, Ding Jie came to the sixth floor.

The third office on the left is the office of the old witch.

‘Dongdongdongdongdongdong!’

Knocked on the door.

Soon, a very intellectual voice came from inside.

But in the voice, it is not difficult to hear ability and majesty.

"Enter."

Ding Jie was a little nervous, but she still took a step forward and pushed open the door.

In the room, there was an urban woman wearing a lady's suit and suit pants. She didn't wear any makeup on her face, but she was extremely delicate. With the temperament of a mature woman and her sexy figure, she interpreted the word "beauty" to the extreme.

Beautiful and incomparable.

Every move is full of temptation.

"Zhang Tai, what instructions do you have to ask me for?" Ding Jie quickly retracted her gaze and did not dare to stay on the old witch for more time. Instead, she glanced in the room for a while. After confirming that there was no policeman, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

As long as you don't go to the police station, nothing will be fine.

"Instructions? When is it? You have just come. Your bonus this month is gone. Before getting off work, write a check to me." Zhang Qingqing was processing the documents. When she said this, she couldn't help but look up and glance at Ding Jie calmly, and said with a little dissatisfaction: "And you also write a detailed written report on what you did on stage last night or what you saw something unusual, and hand it over to me with the check."

After saying that, continue to process the files.

There was no much attention to Ding Jie at all.

It seems that in her eyes, there is only work, work, and work again.

"Yes. I'll write a review now."

Is this over?

Write a report and write a check?

No police interrogation?

Isn't it a bit too formal?

Or has the police confirmed the murderer?

By the way.

What is unusual?

Did the bus last night count?

"Zhang Tai, did the Lao Wang in our Tai die last night?"

Before leaving, Ding Jie asked.

He always felt a little unusual about the death of "Lao Wang next door".

"Don't ask if you shouldn't ask." Suddenly, Zhang Qingqing's face changed and she said coldly.

wtf?

Just ask, as for such a big temper?

Or is it that the 'Old Wang next door' died a bit unusual?

It's like a "rotten corpse" in the basement?

"Yes." Ding Jie said, turned around and left.

But just as she walked to the door, the old witch spoke again.

"Wait a minute. Ding Jie, you... Did you see some weird things when you got off work at the desk last night?" Zhang Qingqing suddenly called Ding Jie and asked a question without any end.

Something weird?

What is weird?

Like the sound of gnawing from the basement?

"No. Last night when I got off work, I went to take a look at Lao Wang. He was still doing well at that time." Ding Jie said truthfully.

He got off work at 11:30, and the "Lao Wang next door" didn't get off work until 1:30 in the morning, and they were all radio stations in the evening.

"Well, I understand. You can leave." Zhang Qingqing nodded and signaled that Ding Jie could leave.

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After leaving the director's office, Ding Jie returned to the office area on the second floor.

A little ‘anchor’ like Ding Jie does not have an independent office.

Like the "client", they work collectively on the second floor.

There are no less than a hundred cubes after another.

"Do you know? Lao Wang is dead. It was discovered by the police on duty this morning. When the police arrived, they blocked the third floor. It is said that they died in terrible condition. Only a bone frame and head were left. The flesh and blood on their bodies were broken down, and all the internal organs were gone. It was even worse than the death of the rotten corpse in the basement last time."

"Did you say Lao Wang offend someone, so that he was killed by his enemies."

"Maybe. The only programs broadcast live on the TV station last night were Lao Wang and Ding Jie. You guys say..."

"Old Wang and Ding Jie seem to be in trouble..."

"In the past, I thought they had a good relationship? How could they not deal with it?"

"You don't know that the last time the silver microphone award in the city was supposed to be Ding Jie's. But later, Lao Wang had to go, and Ding Jie felt uncomfortable."

"Haha! I feel that Lao Wang's death is a bit unusual. The last time the rotten corpse in the basement had not been solved, and now another employee's death case has come. Our station is getting more and more unsafe. Do you think there is any connection between these two cases?"

The staff in the lattice were talking about Lao Wang's death.

But Ding Jie ignored it, but walked to her desk in the garage and sat down, showing a very dull look.

Although he was very confused about the death of "Old Wang next door", his life still had to continue.

Let's finish the work first.

There will be a live broadcast in the evening, as well as a report and a review.

There is really a lot of work.

"Brother Ding, you finally came. I thought something happened to you. Now the station is saying that Lao Wang's death is related to you. Don't worry, no matter what others say, I believe you." Sitting next to Ding Jie is a young fat man who entered the station in the same period as Ding Jie, and his relationship is pretty good.

"Yes." Ding Jie nodded and began to write a review.

To be honest, he really doesn't care much about these rumors.

What he cared more about was the initiator.

The initiator of spreading rumors.

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In the morning, the entire station seemed to be in a cloud.

To be precise, it is in the dark cloud of death of "Lao Wang next door".

A few days ago, the rotten corpse in the basement has died now.

Invisible fear spreads in Taiwan bit by bit.

Some of these false rumors swept across the radio station like a tornado.

It is said that the death of "Lao Wang next door" is related to Ding Jie.

Such remarks are varied and have been circulated into various versions.

At this time, as the protagonist of the remarks, Ding Jie didn't care about these false "crimes" at all, and he was watching the news online.

A news that just came out.

It is the headline of this city.
Chapter completed!