From Zhao Wenbo's tone, the boy seemed a little frustrated. Maybe he encountered a problem during the investigation and had no clue to solve it, so he simply called Shen Xing.
"Where is Li Naijing?" Shen Xing asked.
"She just left, saying she was going back to sleep." Zhao Wenbo paused and continued: "She hasn't slept for two days."
"Is it so difficult?" Shen Xing was curious, "Those cases are now definitely under the special investigation team? Have they been confirmed to be the cause of the newspapers?"
"It's not confirmed, but it seems to be the case." Zhao Wenbo scratched his head, "To be honest, if there is a group... uh, Zheng Ruijun is here, he may already have an idea."
After a while, Shen Xing hung up the phone.
Sitting in the store, he looked at the time. It was still noon, and soon the express company would come to collect the wood carvings sent to Su Tong.
After waiting for about half an hour, after Su Tong's wood carvings were transported away, Shen Xing closed the shop and took a taxi to Dacheng Printing Factory in the northeastern suburbs of the city.
When he arrived at the gate of the printing factory, Shen Xing paid and got off the car. He saw a uniformed police officer standing outside the duty room at the gate of the factory. He came over immediately after seeing him.
"Hello, Chief Shen!"
Shen Xing waved his hand and said with a smile: "I'm not a commander, I'm just here to help."
"Then I'll trouble you, Mr. Shen." The Sheriff seemed to be good at talking and immediately smiled and nodded.
Shen Xing suddenly fell in love with him and walked into the printing factory under the guidance of the sheriff.
The printing factory is not very big, but it still has the scale it should have, and the factory areas are also very strictly divided. The workers all wear uniforms, hats and gloves to prevent ink contamination, but there are not many workers at this time.
According to the police officer who led the way, it was not working time at this moment. Their normal working hours were after 7 pm and they would work all night. By 7 am the next day, they would basically finish work one after another.
If there is a temporary printing task, a three-shift work system will be implemented.
Nowadays, if a printing factory of this size does not cooperate with some large units, it is basically difficult to survive, and its business is basically cannibalized by some small printing shops and advertising companies.
Arriving at one of the printing rooms, Shen Xing immediately saw Zhao Wenbo and three other people standing next to a rotary printing press.
One of the three people was wearing a police officer's uniform, and the other two seemed to be people from the factory and had been accompanying Zhao Wenbo.
Seeing Shen Xing coming, Zhao Wenbo immediately said hello, unable to hide the gratitude in his eyes, and waved to Shen Xing.
Shen Xing walked over quickly, and Zhao Wenbo immediately put a tall hat on him and introduced the two people: "This Shen Xing, Chief Shen, is a specially hired expert of our investigation team."
Then he introduced the two people to Shen Xing: "This is Hu Dacheng, the director of the printing factory, and this is the office director of the factory, Deng..."
"Just call me Xiao Deng." The office director immediately said with a smile.
"Director Hu, Director Deng, hello!" Shen Xing smiled and nodded.
"Hello, hello, Chief Shen!" Hu Dacheng and Director Deng replied.
"Is this the machine that has the problem?" Shen Xing asked, pointing to the runner.
"No, this is batch printing. The problem is the plate making machine in the room over there." Director Deng immediately pointed to a small room next door.
Several people walked over one after another. The factory was filled with the smell of ink and an unknown volatile smell.
After walking into the room, Shen Xing found that it was basically the setting of an ordinary office, but it was filled with a lot of paper scraps and the smell of thick ink.
There are three computers and a plate-making machine placed in the office. To be honest, at first glance, the plate-making machine looks like a white ice coffin. If there are no lights flashing and making sounds, it is easy to create this weird illusion. .
"The three computers are all connected to the plate making machine and can print out samples." Hu Dacheng pointed to the three computers in the room.
This Hu Dacheng was wearing a loose suit and no tie. He had a fat head and a round belly. He was panting even when he spoke.
Shen Xing thought for a moment and asked: "So, no matter which computer is connected to the computer for printing, there will be a blank page in that page?"
"Yes, it will happen." Hu Dacheng said: "I thought that the previous plate-making machine was broken and could not be repaired, so I specially replaced it with a new one, but the result was still the same. If I had known..."
At this point, Hu Dacheng closed his mouth in pain.
"It's impossible for three computers to have problems at the same time." Director Deng said from the side.
"Is there a ready-made layout? Make a sample and let me take a look." Shen Xing said.
"Didn't you hit one just now?" Zhao Wenbo reminded.
Director Deng quickly walked to the side of the plate-making machine, picked up a large sample from the table with both hands and handed it over, "This was typed just now."
Shen Xing took a look, shook his head and said, "I want to watch the printing process live."
After saying this, he withdrew his eyes from the sample photo.
Except for the blank page, the fifth page of the sample looks normal, and there is no abnormal red aura in the entire page.
So Shen Xing had to make sure whether there would be a red aura appearing during the printing process.
Hu Dacheng told Director Deng: "Go and type one out."
Director Deng immediately went out and called a staff member in. The staff member sat in front of one of the computers and operated for a while. The plate making machine in front of him started to run, and there was a slight rotation sound.
Not long after, a new sample was printed.
Director Deng was about to run over and show the new sample to Shen Xing, but Shen Xing suddenly shook his head and said, "No need to read it."
After saying this, he turned around and left the office regardless of the strange looks on the others' faces, still opening his special eyes and walking towards the rotating machine.
There was no abnormality at all when the samples were produced just now, so Shen Xing temporarily shifted his focus and began to inspect the rotary printing press responsible for batch printing of finished newspapers.
"Is there no problem with the plate making machine?" Zhao Wenbo quickly rushed to his side and asked softly.
Shen Xing shook his head: "There is no abnormality seen at the moment. It shouldn't be the problem there."
"But after the samples came out from there, they all turned into blank versions." Zhao Wenbo said.
Shen Xing stopped and looked sideways at him: "If I told you that there were fonts in the sample, but they ran away after being printed, do you think it was a problem with the sample or the font?"
Zhao Wenbo was stunned: "It can grow legs on its own, of course it's a problem with the font!"
"So I want to see where these fonts went now!" Shen Xing said.
After saying this, he squatted down, almost lying on the ground, and looked at the bottom of the rotary printing press.
Here he finally saw a looming red aura.
