After working overtime, Tang Tang returned home, took a rose bubble bath, wrapped his head in a white bath towel, poured a glass of red wine, listened to music, and hid on the sand.

Since Luoyi Daily published "The Past of Tang Mansion", she seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible palm.

The news spread very quickly. Tang Jinsheng had called the office while she was at work to ask what was going on.

The hospital received a consultation call from the interim government, and calls from some newspapers and magazines to ask for interviews. Some people even linked this matter with fake medicines in the hospital, making the director look dirty and embarrassed.

"Doctor Tang, this incident has seriously affected the reputation of the hospital. The military and the civilian pressure are very high. Please be prepared." The dean's words were ambiguous.

Preparation? What preparation?

Exit? Go to military court? Or do you rely on your family to suppress it as before?

The dean was cunning and did not make it clear, but the meaning was very clear. He might not have to protect Tang Tang's position and status. Everything depends on the Tang family's own actions.

"md!" Tang Tang cursed fiercely.

At this time, the phone rang.

Pick up the phone: "Hey." Tang Tang said in a bad tone.

"What the hell is going on?" The other party did not report his name, but Tang Tang knew who it was.

"It's okay, I can handle it." Tang Tang's tone eased a lot.

"I warn you that if you delay your actions due to your personal reasons, I will not forgive you." The other party was angry and immediately hung up the phone after scolding him.

Tang Tang put down the phone weakly, curled up his knees, hugged his hands, and placed his chin on his knees.

A string of tears flowed out in her eyes.

The family blames the hospital, and the top of the mountain.

When I was saddest, no one helped her, and I was all blamed.

The worst thing is that the reporter named Shi Xinran didn't know where he got something, and the secret news had already vaguely conveyed the news that she defected to the RB.

"Is it Nakata?" Tang Tang remembered Nakata's words threatening her on the phone.

If she didn't give him four boxes of penicillin, she would reveal her in the newspaper.

This was the most fatal blow to her and the Tang family.

"Baga! Is that bitch also from Nakata?"

Tang Tang waved his hand, and the red wine glass in her hand was smashed to pieces by her. The dark red wine stains splashed on the marble floor with the pieces of the wine glass, everywhere.

Nakata wants to take revenge on her, but she won't wait to die.

Tang Tang went upstairs to change into clothes that were easy to move, and his flat-heeled leather shoes under his feet. When he walked downstairs and passed the hall, he crushed the fragments of the red wine glass, making a creaking sound.

She took out a book from the corner bookcase and opened it, took out a pistol from the hollowed-out area in the middle, and stuffed it into her back.

After leaving the house, I called a rickshaw: "Go to the Western Engineer Battalion."

The note given to her by his subordinates was written on Shi Xinran's residence.

The rickshaw driver trotted all the way, and after about twenty minutes from Tang Tang's house to the south, he arrived at Shi Xinran's house.

There is a brother of the Military Law Director, and he is indeed from a good family background.

Similar to her.

Tang Tang stood opposite the gate to observe.

The two people have a high wall, a tight iron door, and a small window on the iron door that can be observed from the outside. It is not easy for strangers to break in.

I walked along the outer wall of the Shijia Courtyard. There were no trees around to climb or cover my body. Moreover, the yards in the front and back rows were not too far away. Once there was someone behind, you could clearly see anything about the back wall of the front yard.

It seems that it is not easy to sneak into the Shi family from the back wall.

In addition to midnight, it is also very good to reach out, and there is almost no chance to start during the day.

She returned to the front of the gate, stood across the road and looked for a while, and quietly left.

He waved to the second rickshaw: "Go to the Luoyi Daily newspaper office."

At this time, it was less than five o'clock in the afternoon, and Shi Xinran should still be at work if she was normal.

The rickshaw driver was a young man in his twenties. He was tall, big and round. When he saw a young and beautiful girl calling a taxi, he couldn't help but feel itchy.

He knew his identity, and he was in the sky and the other was underground with the lady who was riding the bus, but he couldn't suppress his inner desire, making him try to use his mouth to get some pleasure.

The girl is thin-skinned and single. Even if he talks too much, it is still the same whether she dares to scold him.

Even if I scolded him, I looked at the girl's face flushed, urgent, dry, and had a unique taste.

"Is the lady working in the newspaper office?" the young man asked in a humble manner.

Tang Tang had a cold face and no answer.

The young man smiled obscenely. Little girl, are you embarrassed?

Continue asking: "Miss can write articles?"

Tang Tang still didn't say anything.

The rickshaw driver was unscrupulous: "Miss, can you be lonely if you don't say a word?"

Tang Tang said lazily: "Pull your car and stop talking nonsense."

The young man pulled the rickshaw and shook his eyes from time to time, and turned around from time to time to squeeze his eyebrows and eyes: "The lady is so beautiful. She must have written good handwriting."

Tang Tang smiled in a creepy smile: "I can't write well, but I can use a knife to make a very beautiful hole in your neck, allowing you to dry the last drop of blood in the pain, and then give it a little bit. Do you want to try it?"

The young man laughed arrogantly: "Just you, I can break your waist with one arm."

Tang Tang took out his pistol and pointed it at the young man's head: "What about this?"

"No, no, you're ready to sit down." The young man felt a gust of cold wind blowing from behind his brain. The female ghost in the life-seeking world spitted out her scarlet tongue, disheveled her head, stretched out her exposed fingers and pressed her pistol, which could kill him at any time.

He never dared to say anything anymore, and ran forward along a straight line as if he was desperately trying to do so.

When he arrived at the newspaper office, Tang Tang had just got off the car. The young man who was driving the rickshaw was so scared that he didn't even dare to ask for the money for the car, and he ran away.

The Luoyi Newspaper covers a two-story building, and there are many people entering and leaving the door. The guardian has a sweaty cigarette pipe in his mouth, squinted his eyes and dozed off in the shade of the tree. All the in and out has nothing to do with him.

Tang Tang'an stood up straight and walked into the first floor gate slowly.

She looked for one room along the corridor.

This floor seems to be mostly the president, editor-in-chief, and the office doors are mostly closed or half-closed, which is very quiet.

Tang Tang went up to the second floor.

The situation changes immediately.

Almost all large offices can be equipped with more than ten people, with constant noises and many people entering and leaving, very messy and lively.

She still looked at each room, in order to understand the most real and intuitive situation. If she needed to forcibly hijack Shi Xinran, she knew where to go and where to hide.

When he reached the westernmost end of the second floor, Tang Tang saw Shi Xinran working inside in a large room with eight people.

Just like the photos given to her by his subordinates, she is young and beautiful and full of vitality.

She leaned against the wall outside the door and listened to the people inside.

"Xinran, do you know that your Tang Mansion's past is incredible and caused an uproar. All the newspapers in the past two days have been sold out."

"Really?" Shi Xinran was surprised.

When she started working on this serial, she thought it was like the previous manuscript, which was like the sea of ​​stones and did nothing.

Unexpectedly, the response was unexpectedly good.

"Of course it's true. I heard from the editor-in-chief that I'll add 1,000 copies tomorrow to see how the effect will be?"

"It would be great if this is really possible." Shi Xinran couldn't hide her excitement.

"However, how did you get this inside story?" asked the colleague.

Shi Xinran shook her head: "Secret!"

"Secret? Tell me, was it the man who came to pick you up and drop you off every day for you these two days? I saw that he was wearing military uniforms too."

Shi Xinran flatly denied: "No, this matter has been over for a long time, and the victim's family has recently started to seek justice. I think this kind of thing should be best to figure it out, so the ending of the serialization may not be that the Tang family is really the real murderer, and everything should be written according to the final judgment."

My colleague was confused: "Why? Isn't your purpose of writing to find out the Tang family?"

Shi Xinran shook her head: "The purpose of my writing is to clarify the truth, not for a certain person or a family. Regardless of the result, my report will only end up revealing the truth. This is also the professional ethics and basic bottom line that we journalists should abide by."

"Well said it, Xinran, it's a blessing that our newspaper has a journalist like you." A white man in the room praised.

"Thank you, teacher." Shi Xinran smiled shyly.

She had heard her brother's suggestion at home, but she didn't agree with it.

Unlike her brother's purpose of destroying the Tang family, she cares more about revealing the truth.

Especially after seeing the records of Nakata found by Yese from Yemei Nightclub, she hated Miss Tang's family who colluded with the RB people and harmed the Chinese.

If these are true, the traitor should be punished as he deserves; if these are false, the person who is falsely accused must be innocent.

Shi Xinran’s original intention is that simple.
To be continued...