Qin Zhenyang read the manuscript silently and threw it gently on the table. Slowly he took off his glasses and put them back into the box, placing them within easy reach on his right hand side. He took the teacup and leaned back lazily on the chair, taking a few sips of the hot tea. His eyes gradually narrowed into slits, revealing an attitude of savoring the fragrance of the tea.
After a while, he suddenly sat upright, but he just moved the manuscripts on the table into the storage basket so that he could put down the tea cup in his hand, completely ignoring Jiang Jinjiu's intention. This made Jiang Jinjiu, who had been sitting there for a long time, feel a little disappointed. anxiety.
He was very nervous when he came, and because of limited time, he had to copy what he had written in his sleep. Although the content is slightly organized and the reading becomes much smoother, the ending is not satisfactory no matter how I edit it.
He always felt that the content was too outrageous. In the end, "Li Dayou hanged himself on the balcony to restrain himself and torture himself by facing the mistakes he made here forever. This is the truth of the haunted house." No matter how you read it, you feel guilty.
He was afraid that he would not pass the test, so he was naturally very concerned about Qin Zhenyang's attitude.
More than that, Jiang Jinjiu was too impatient to pay attention when he first came in. While waiting, he noticed the strange smell that he smelled on the day of the interview.
The difference is that today's smell is more incense, a fragrance that makes him uncomfortable. It lingers in his nose so sweet that it becomes greasy. It makes the blood vessels in his brain swell up as if they are clogged. The swelling makes his temples ache, and it really makes his days feel like years of suffering.
However, Qin Zhenyang liked to show off, sitting there saying nothing, relaxing as if he was the only one in the room.
After drinking half of the tea, he added some water, blowing a gentle breath of hot air until he took a sip. Jiang Jinjiu glanced at his watch. Forty minutes had passed since he walked in!
Little did Jiang Jinjiu know that this tiny movement would be caught by Qin Zhenyang's narrowed eyes.
Unexpectedly, Qin Zhenyang was testing his patience. The result was satisfactory, so Qin Zhenyang spoke.
What made Jiang Jinjiu vomit blood was that when Qin Zhenyang looked at him with a smile, he said, "Did you sleep well last night?"
Vomiting blood was nothing but vomiting blood, Jiang Jinjiu was more surprised.
Could it be that Qin Zhenyang saw that he slept all night? Seeing Qin Zhenyang's calm expression, Jiang Jinjiu couldn't help but feel guilty and couldn't help but swallow his saliva. Fortunately, he has some experience in deceiving his superiors and is able to stay calm in times of crisis.
"It's okay, I only slept for two hours. President Qin, do you think the writing is successful?"
"Is this..." Qin Zhenyang took another sip of tea and said leisurely, "The content is acceptable, a bit bloody, but..."
"But what?" Jiang Jinjiu asked anxiously.
"Bang" sound! Qin Zhenyang suddenly let go of the cup lid, and it hit the cup with a crisp sound. The smile on his face disappeared in an instant. He freed his hand and pressed his index finger on the table and said, "My purpose here is first and foremost based on facts. As you wrote, it is true that a man killed his wife and cut her body into pieces, but the murder of his wife Motives cannot be fabricated unless you have evidence. What's even more ridiculous is that you wrote it from the perspective of a dead person, so... give me a reasonable explanation now." After saying this, his expression changed, and he returned to his previous leisurely look.
When Jiang Jinjiu heard that it was indeed true, he suddenly felt a sound in his head. He didn't know if it was an hallucination or a ruptured blood vessel.
But he didn't have time to be afraid, and he focused on thinking about the second half of what Qin Zhenyang said. Looking at Qin Zhenyang's attitude, Jiang Jinjiu guessed that this was a tactful way of chasing away customers. He was indeed stupid and should have done enough homework before applying for the job.
Despite his reluctance, the story was indeed written by a dead man. Jiang Jinjiu firmly believed this, but who would believe it?
But it was because of his firm belief that he came up with some clues.
But he hesitated because this matter was too bizarre and the credibility of the evidence varied. What if Qin Zhenyang thought he was a psycho or a liar?
While hesitating, he found Qin Zhenyang looking at him with a mocking smile. He couldn't help but think of all the situations in which he was bullied by his superiors in the past. His blood rushed up and his head became clear.
He wanted to know first what Qin Zhenyang's concept of "ghosts" was, so he asked, "President Qin, do you believe there are really ghosts in this world?"
"You can believe it even if you don't believe it, or you can't believe it even if you say you believe it." Qin Zhenyang replied casually, pretending to be uninterested in this question.
Jiang Jinjiu felt embarrassed, but he had to ask, "Has President Qin ever heard of ghost possession?"
"Oh!?" Qin Zhenyang said suddenly, "Do you want to say that this was written by a ghost possessing your body?"
"That's it," Jiang Jin said in his heart, and couldn't help but feel secretly happy. Instead of answering Qin Zhenyang's question, he said, "President Qin, can you take another look at the manuscript I wrote?"
Qin Zhenyang didn't understand what it meant, but he took a few glances at the manuscript as he was told.
Jiang Jinjiu took out the manuscript and handed it to Qin Zhenyang. Qin Zhenyang glanced at it and immediately frowned, "It's so confusing, what is it?"
There are many places in the original manuscript that were scratched by the pen tip, and some even scratched the next page. On the basis of the damage on the last page, the next page is also damaged, and the damage is more serious on each page.
The handwriting is not straight either, and it looks like a wave when connected together. The broken parts were not avoided when writing, and the strokes were written on the next page, and were not avoided on the next page, so many words were either half-written or had many extra strokes, and one had to guess to know.
"This is the original text I wrote last night when I was controlled by a ghost."
Jiang Jinjiu spread out the nine pieces of paper, pointed to the ninth piece of paper and said, "President Qin, look, although this is my handwriting, it's not all my handwriting if you look closely. The first few pages are not very obvious, but the last two pages Every two or three lines, at least a few words at the end are obviously different.”
Qin Zhenyang put on his glasses, compared them carefully, and nodded silently.
Seeing Qin Zhenyang's concentration, Jiang Jinjiu felt amused, secretly happy in his heart, and became more courageous, and then expressed his own opinion, "President Qin, you can see that my handwriting is not good, and it is not sloppy. But you Look at this, no matter how stupid I am, I won’t cut the paper and not change it. Besides, I don’t use so much effort when writing. Look, my fingers are all black.”
Jiang Jinjiu stretched out his right hand in front of Qin Zhenyang's eyes, and saw that the skin around the first joint of his index finger turned black from the inside to the outside.
Qin Zhenyang nodded, and Jiang Jinjiu continued, "Even if I am afraid of exerting too much force, being nervous does not mean self-abuse. Why do I exert so much force? It means I can't control it well. Why can't I control it well?" That's because I'm being controlled by someone."
Then he briefly talked about his experience of spending the night in a haunted house and what he found unusual.
Recalling it again, the most unusual thing about Jiang Jinjiu was that he was in high spirits last night, but at a certain moment he felt dizzy for no reason, as if he had an alcohol attack after drinking too much. I think I am awake, but my consciousness will be lost unconsciously.
Regarding the memory after "possession", I can only vaguely recall two images, one is his sitting posture, and the other is some kind of luminous object.
There was also the sudden vomiting after waking up in the morning. The vomit was a black viscous liquid with a stench no less than that of marsh gas.
However, I ate a bowl of noodles and drank a little wine that night. In theory, it shouldn't be digested into such a bad product.
Besides, at least six hours have passed in the morning, everything you eat should be digested, and what you vomit should be stomach acid water. How can you still vomit something?
Qin Zhenyang listened absently, but was more interested in the nine messy manuscripts, holding them in his hand and examining them one by one. Although the eyes were half-opened, they could not hide the light inside, as if they had discovered some secret.
After Jiang Jinjiu finished speaking, Qin Zhenyang also finished reading. However, he did not comment on Jiang Jinjiu's speech. He just took off his glasses and put them on the table. He once again put on a leisurely posture and said, "I'll pretend that you're evil. Sit down and I'll tell you about the newspaper office and your responsibilities." …”
"What's the situation? You haven't said whether you want someone, and you're talking about this?" Although Jiang Jinjiu muttered inwardly, he could only sit down and listen.
"Zero One Weekly" is a weekly published by the newspaper. It was founded by Qin Zhenyang in the fourth year after he was promoted to president. Its original intention was simply to chase the trend, but later it gradually became a propaganda leaflet for various "masters" to gain fame and reputation.
People in earlier years were more or less superstitious.
Various strange events and anecdotes are constantly circulating in the world, and there are always a few things that cause a sensation. Among them, there will be so-called strange people who can exorcise ghosts and evil spirits, ask for horoscopes, and take the opportunity to become famous.
Of course, "Zero One Weekly" must report on the miraculous deeds of such people.
Among these deeds, the scene is naturally a house where people have died and a real estate with bad feng shui.
It is usually difficult to raise the price of such properties, or even sell them. When the master told how he showed his great power, moved the five elements, suppressed the ghost house, and turned the house into auspiciousness. It is undoubtedly telling the people that "people can live well here."
There are many people who are greedy for cheap, how can real estate developers and intermediaries not be happy.
If you meet a profiteer, a bribe master or a reporter, and say something inspiring, such as "blessing, consecration, transfer..." or even collude to raise housing prices, it is possible.
Therefore, the weekly magazine indirectly became a tool for real estate developers to refute rumors, downplay the impact and speculate on housing prices.
Qin Zhenyang was not a good person either, so he took the opportunity to solicit "sponsorship". How could those extremely wealthy real estate developers, masters, and big bosses care about such a small amount of money?
Qin Zhenyang also accumulated a wealth of human resources and could not imagine developing another business from this.
When some sponsors do not want to be public when handling an incident, do not dare to do so blatantly and have no channels, they will be investigated by reporters from Zero One Weekly. After the information is fed back, the relevant person in charge will lead the way and invite capable people to solve the problem secretly.
Despite the interests behind it, the weekly is very popular among readers.
Mainly because the content is highly authentic, not to mention whether there are real ghosts, but the ins and outs of the events are reported in detail and the suspense is sufficient, which becomes the charm of the weekly. Even if it is interrupted for a few issues because there are no events, it will not lose its popularity.
I think what people want to see is the truth, not nonsense and fabricated stories.
As one becomes famous, nicknames are inevitable. Number 01 is homophonic to the supernatural number. "Supernatural Reporter" is the most unified nickname given to the reporters of this weekly in the world.
The most outstanding one among the many supernatural reporters is respected as "Ling Ling Yao" in the world.
When the magazine was in its heyday, the salary of paranormal reporters was lower than others in the industry. However, due to the high gray income, there were as many as 40 people, and the scope of investigation covered all major provincial capitals.
And among these people, not everyone is lucky, and all they encounter are some man-made weird events. There are always a few unlucky people who encounter genuine supernatural events. The timid ones will run away immediately, while the bold ones will hold on until they suffer a lot and then leave.
The worst thing is those who are unaware of the impending disaster. Not everyone can escape it.
It is said that if a news reporter has an accident, others will not be suspicious. However, when the supernatural reporter had an accident, no one thought it was that simple.
Arranged by date of employment.
The fourth reporter, in the evening, while investigating "mannequins wandering around late at night" in a photo studio that had suffered a fire, part of the roof suddenly collapsed and the reporter was killed on the spot.
However, everyone knows that for more than half a year after the disaster, the photo studio has been exposed to wind and rain, but the roof has never collapsed. But the paranormal reporter came, and only the piece of stone on his head fell off. No one believed it was a coincidence.
There are even rumors that a burnt mannequin was lying in a pool of blood of the deceased. Who can believe that this was an accident? ?
Moving on to the tenth reporter, Qiao Zhuang becomes a security guard to investigate rumors of haunting in the staff dormitory. The time of death was probably around midnight.
At that time, a man was inspecting the outer walkway. There was an industrial chimney more than 80 meters high 300 meters away. Most of the bricks fell silently from the top. They flew 300 meters with the wind and hit his head. After a while, he was injured. Give up!
The police conducted some investigation and said that the wind was very strong that night, and a blind pigeon was flying downwind. It happened to hit the flaw at the top of the chimney, plunged into the inferior bricks, and died instantly.
The pigeon's head was stuck in the brick, and its body was shaken by the strong wind. It slowly pulled the brick out, and it was very likely that the pigeon carried the brick for a certain distance. It wasn't until it was close to the sky above the deceased that the brick fell off the pigeon's head, killing the person. It was an accidental casualty.
However, readers don’t think so.
First, how much bigger can the hollow part of an inferior brick be than a pigeon’s head? But being able to dive in without bias is like having "divine help".
Furthermore, it is very "lucky" to hit your head with a falling object from a height of 80 meters. If you fly another 300 meters, the chance of being struck by lightning is even higher. Who can believe that this is an accident? ?
There were also reporters No. 19 and No. 22. In broad daylight, the two went to Yong'an Temple, which was awaiting demolition, to investigate the "weird wooden fish sound."
On the fourth day, he was found dead in the temple by a worker, with the bones of two foxes beside him! They were hugged together and placed in a tattered futon.
As for the situation at that time, a tape recorder recorded the general process.
The temple was not big, and after walking around to no avail, the two of them visited the surrounding residents separately. About three hours later, the two gathered in the temple, exchanged information while eating and drinking, and then somehow fell asleep.
When the two woke up, it was completely dark, and they could not see anything inside the temple. They did not bring a flashlight and had to use their mobile phones to provide lighting. After turning around, I found that there was no exit! Seeing that there was no signal on their mobile phones, the two of them panicked, running around like two headless flies.
Not long after, one person's cell phone ran out of battery, and the light became dim, as if to indicate that the hope of escape had become slim.
Suddenly there was a sound of "tuk tuk tuk tuk..." coming from all directions, like the sound of knocking on a wooden fish! But the sound was obviously dull, as if the wooden fish was wrapped in thick cloth.
The two people guessed it was the strange wooden fish noise in the rumors. They were so scared that they shouted for help, but they couldn't cover up the disturbing noise.
Moreover, the rhythm of the sound is getting faster and faster, making people feel closer and closer, driving people crazy. Crazy people are like wild animals. If they are locked in a cage, they will desperately try to break out of the cage.
They hammered and kicked a wall until their hands were broken and their feet were numb, so they hit it with their shoulders. The monastery was too old, and the walls could not withstand the strong impact. The walls cracked and bricks fell. Unexpectedly, the walls fell towards them...
This incident had the greatest impact on the weekly. Journalists resigned one after another and their salaries began to increase.
Finally, the thirty-fourth reporter claimed to be chased by a ghost while investigating the "ghost in the old train station."
At that time, he could only escape through the safety ladder on the outside of the third floor. As a result, he accidentally gained "supernatural power" and knocked over the iron guardrail and fell downstairs. He did not die but became disabled.
Probably starting from this incident, the paranormal reporter's reputation increased and his net worth doubled. And there are rumors circulating on the Internet that these journalists who died once called themselves "Ling Ling Yao".
Many people ridiculed Ling Ling Yao for not being a top figure comparable to Ling Ling Yao, as he was clearly the youngest who was prone to premature death.
So Ling Ling Yao became "Ling Ling Yao", and fewer and fewer people applied.
Qin Zhenyang didn't hide any of these things and told Jiang Jinjiu truthfully, as if he was sure he wouldn't scare him away.
But Jiang Jinjiu was frightened. He really didn't expect that being a reporter would risk his life. Furthermore, he felt that reporters here should be called detectives, as they could not just find someone to talk to, take notes and write articles.
After listening to this, Jiang Jinjiu didn't know what to say for a while.
Seeing that he was silent, Qin Zhenyang said, "Go back and think about it, and give me an answer tomorrow." He handed Jiang Jinjiu a business card to say goodbye.
Jiang Jinjiu looked at the business card in his hand and struggled internally. If he hadn't had the experience last night, he would have wanted to say, "Don't think about it."
However, having learned from the past, I am afraid that I will be left behind, and I really want to leave and forget that I have been here.
Jiang Jinjiu moved toward the door at a snail's pace, crawling about six meters away for almost three minutes, the inner struggle never ending.
When he subconsciously opened the door, he was startled by the creaking sound coming from the door shaft. The number displayed on the bank card was now 478.50.
This figure can only allow him to tighten his belt for a month, but with a five-digit monthly salary behind him, it is a life of big fish and meat!
Thinking of the scenery on the rooftop of more than 20 floors, people are like ants. Rather than living an ignoble life, it is better to be free and unrestrained. Even if something unexpected happens, at least you will have a life full of scenery and enjoyment, and it will be worth it!
"President Qin, there's no need to think about it, I can handle this job!"
Qin Zhenyang smiled slightly, put on an expected face, picked up the phone, and asked the director of the personnel department to bring over the contract.
Jiang Jinjiu signed the autograph and became a supernatural reporter.
Qin Zhenyang asked Jiang Jinjiu to go back and wait for two days. After all the documents were completed, he officially started work.
Jiang Jinjiu left the newspaper office with a happy face, unaware that Qin Zhenyang was hiding behind the window and secretly watching his back.
When Jiang Jinjiu disappeared from sight, a voice suddenly came from behind Qin Zhenyang, "You think the young man is a little weird?"
The voice was deep and steady, and he must be a little older. However, in such a big office, there is no other person besides Qin Zhenyang!
Qin Zhenyang was still looking out the window and said, "This kid thinks I can't tell. He must have slept all night, but it's his first time that he shouldn't be so stable even if he fell asleep. You keep looking at those nine pieces of paper." The handwriting on it is messy, but not messy enough. It seems that he still retains a little bit of his own consciousness."
The man chuckled lightly and said, "It may not be the fault of humans. Don't forget that after the incident, there were many people in the community who worshiped the temple and prayed for gods and amulets. Over time, it must have had an impact."
Qin Zhenyang sighed, "I hope so. It's hard to recruit someone. If something unexpected happens, we won't be optimistic. If the pattern is cut, it will be inconvenient to do anything without eyeliner."
"So we need to buy him two life-saving items."
"It's too early to tell. If he does it for a long time, he will have many opportunities in the future."
The man said nothing, Qin Zhenyang sat back on his chair and continued working.
