In the evening, newspaper reporter Lu Mingyi was writing tomorrow's manuscript at his home. At this time, there was a knock on the door outside, so he had to put down the pen in his hand and go to the door to open the door.

A gentle and gentle young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses stood outside.

"Is it Lu Mingyi, Mr. Lu?" the young man asked in a low voice with a smile.

Lu Mingyi nodded and agreed, "It's me! Who are you?"

The young man smiled and said, "I am surnamed Fu and Fu Liang. I came here to visit him specially. I wonder if it is inconvenient."

Lu Mingyi looked at Fu Liang's gentle look and did not raise any warning. He smiled and turned around and made a gesture of inviting him.

"please!"

"Thank you!"

Fu Liang nodded and walked into the room. Lu Mingyi closed the door and asked Fu Liang to enter the living room and sat down on the sofa.

Lu Mingyi sat opposite Fu Liang and asked softly: "I don't know if Mr. Fu comes to me, what can I do if I have any advice?"

Fu Liang gently held the gold-rimmed glasses on his eyes, smiled faintly, and said, "This time I came to visit, I really have something to ask sir."

"Please?" Lu Mingyi's heart moved. What could these reporters help others? Of course, it was a matter of writing, and it seemed that something had been done again.

When Lu Mingyi thought of this, he was happy. This was a good opportunity to make money, but he had to talk about the price carefully.

"Mr. Fu, just say anything, as long as I can help, I won't refuse!"

Lu Mingyi turned around and poured a cup of tea for Fu Liang and put it in front of Fu Liang.

Fu Liang said thank you and said again: "Then I will get straight to the point. I want to ask Mr. Lu to write a few articles for me in the newspapers. I will decide the content. Each article costs 100 yuan. I wonder what you think?"

Lu Mingyi was very satisfied. He really asked himself to be a gunman. The reward for being a gunman is of course far greater than the royalties earned by writing articles. This is what journalists like to do the most.

Moreover, the price given by Fu Liang is far greater than the industry rules, which is enough to satisfy Lu Mingyi.

Lu Mingyi nodded repeatedly and agreed readily: "No problem, Mr. Fu is really a person who knows the goods. You found me here and found the right person. Lu dared not boast. He has been engaged in the newspaper industry for more than ten years. His writing skills are no problem. As long as he can afford the price, I can write the black one for him. If I can write the white one for him, I will definitely be as good as you like."

Fu Liang nodded and said, "I naturally understand Mr. Lu's writing, otherwise I wouldn't have found the mansion. That's right. I want to write a few articles to you, mainly to reveal the fact that more than a year ago, Fu Yaozu, a cotton tycoon in Shanghai, was killed at home."

When Lu Mingyi heard this, his face suddenly changed. He stared at Fu Liang tightly, suddenly stood up, pointed at Fu Liang and asked, "Who are you? Who are you from Fu Yaozu? Fu Yaozu died of illness at home, so how could he be killed by someone? It's simply nonsense!"

Fu Liang laughed at this time, looked at Lu Mingyi's frightened expression, and said jokingly: "Mr. Lu is very nervous, why? It seems that you are not willing to make this amount of money!"

Lu Mingyi had already reacted at this time. The other party was not kind to the person, so he retreated and leaned towards the desk.

At this time, Fu Liang on the opposite side took out a pistol, pointed the gun at Lu Mingyi, and said coldly: "Mr. Lu, those who know the truth should follow me, otherwise the bullet will be eyeless and will hurt your life!"

After a while, Lu Mingyi, dressed neatly walked out of the house honestly. Fu Liang followed closely behind and came to the street to push him into a car, then galloped away.

And the same scene was also staged in different places. That night, the four reporters on Iwai Nosuke's list were all caught by Japanese agents in various ways in a remote safe house.

Iwai Nosuke prepared various torture instruments here and interrogated the four people separately. These four people were just ordinary weak scholars, and of course they could not withstand this set of torture.

Soon, he was tortured by these agents and said everything Iwai Nosuke wanted to know without much effort.

But Iwai Nosuke didn't believe them easily. He was also a suspicious and cautious person. He ordered: "So he used to torture and repeatedly asked the questions he had just asked. I want to make sure they did not lie."

"yes!"

The agents began a new round of torture, and the interrogation was late at night until the confession was completely verified.

Iwai Nosuke finally came to Wu Zi'ang, who had been tortured and was inhumane, and asked coldly: "Mr. Wu, you disappoint me. It is useless to lie. Look, everyone accused you of being the one who came into contact with the people behind the scenes at the beginning and spent money to buy them as gunmen. In other words, you only met the person behind the scenes. Now tell me, who is this person behind the scenes?"

Wu Zi'ang struggled with his blood-red eyes and begged: "You spare me, don't beat me anymore. I really don't know that person. He just found me and took out some money to buy reporters in the newspaper industry as gunmen. He revealed that Fu Yaozu sold his country and surrendered to the enemy. No one in our industry has done these things! You want to avenge Fu Yaozu, but it has nothing to do with me. I just use the money to do things!"

Wu Zi'ang's plea did not make Iwai Nosuke feel any pity. He knew that Wu Zi'ang was the only clue and he had to make sure that he could squeeze everything he could know.

Iwai Nosuke waved his hand, and his agents dragged all the other three people who were dying in front of Wu Zi'ang.

Iwai Nosuke grabbed Lu Mingyi's hair, and without saying much, he stabbed Lu Mingyi in the chest with a knife.

"Ah!" Lu Mingyi let out a shrill scream, and this sudden scene immediately scared the other three people.

Soon, Lu Mingyi twitched in pain on the ground, his voice becoming more and more hoarse, until there was no sound.

Shi An and Liu Deben were even more scared and bloodless. Although they were tortured, they still had a trace of luck in their hearts. They hoped that the other party would be jealous and would not hurt their lives. However, they did not expect that the matter would be so serious. The other party actually took the life of Lu Mingyi.

"Zi'ang, just say what you have. Are you really watching us die in a bad way?"

"The ones surnamed Wu are all things you did. You killed us and asked them to find that bastard to take revenge. We can all survive!"
Chapter completed!