Cultivation from the top

Chapter 170 The Nervousness of the Female Reporter
"boom!"

The movement of closing the door was too big, which shocked Ali, whose eyes were leaning on the computer screen.

"Sister, have you seen a ghost?"

Ali really didn't understand why the female reporter had a pale face and was breathing heavily.

It was really like seeing a ghost.

"You, did you find anything?"

The female reporter pressed her chest hard to calm down her heart that was beating non-stop because of the horrific thing she heard just now.

"No, it's just that I care about this thing."

Ali clicked on a file with the mouse, and the content inside immediately attracted the female reporter's attention.

Inside were severed limbs of unknown significance, and a simple autopsy report.

Why Ali cared so much about this file, it was only because the file was created the closest to now, and it was recorded in the system a day ago.

"Click on it."

The female reporter's face came closer.

Two arms, two thighs, and a torso, except for the head.

The recorded text is to explain the cause of death.

It was cut to death by a sharp object, and the sharp object used was less than a few millimeters.

The deceased could not be matched with anyone in the resident population of District C, and it was preliminarily speculated to be the population of other regions.To confirm the identity of the deceased, it may be necessary to contact other regional demographic systems.

Although these words seem plain and simple, they have a vital position in the eyes of female reporters.

Combined with what the female reporter heard just now, I immediately thought of the most unlikely and most serious thing.

Why now, as the acting director, is doing the business of buying and selling human organs!
Moreover, judging from the time, why bother to do this kind of thing before the power of the police station is vacant!

The result, like a bolt from the blue, made the female reporter unable to stand still, bent down, grabbed the chair, and gasped for breath.

"Sister! Are you okay?"

Ali slowly helped the female reporter up, put her on the chair, and pressed her back to make her breathe more smoothly.

"I, I'm fine."

The female reporter pushed Ali away, leaned against the screen, and carefully read the autopsy report.

"While I've been away, has anyone else been here?"

The female reporter found a memory from her satchel, plugged the plug into the computer interface, and started copying data.

"Nobody comes here."

Ali didn't quite understand why the female reporter became neurotic after only going out for a few minutes.

"That's good, let's go."

The female reporter unplugged the data cable, threw the memory into the satchel, and was about to leave.

At this time, the door opened.

The person who appeared at the door startled the female reporter.

"what!"

Ali was startled by the scream.

"Sister!"

"Have you seen a ghost?"

He Bi was also frightened by the female reporter's scream and took a few steps back, almost swearing.

"Ah, no, it's just that you came in suddenly and scared me."

The female reporter remained in shock, ready to squeeze past He Bi.

Seeing the female reporter in such a hurry, why bother to give up the space around her.

"Have you found the information?"

"I found it, thank you Director He."

After speaking, the female reporter left without looking back.

Ali also thanked He Bi and rushed up.

Seeing the hurried expressions of the two, why bother just scratched his head.

After looking at the computer that hadn't been turned off, and the well-organized documents, he just yawned boredly and closed the door of the archive room.

The female reporter hurriedly walked in front, while Ali was desperately chasing behind.

"Sister! Why are you walking so fast?"

Ali grabbed the female reporter, only to realize that her hands were shaking.

The female reporter turned her head slowly, but a pear-blossoming face appeared in front of Ali.

"Ali! I'm so scared!"

The female reporter ran into Ali's arms, crying uncontrollably.

"Sister, you are..."

Ali was confused by the behavior of the female reporter.

The female reporter who is not afraid of anything will show such a timid look in front of the public, and she will cry.

If it wasn't for the fact that there was no one around, Ali wondered if he wanted to explain that he and the female reporter really broke up not as a couple, but as a real sibling relationship.

"Sister, can you go back and say something?"

Seeing the female reporter crying all the time, he instinctively realized that the matter of the female reporter might not be able to be explained clearly in a sentence or two. It is better to go home first and wait for the female reporter to explain things slowly. The man hugged a crying woman, awkwardly looking around to see if anyone was looking.

"Ok."

After hearing Ali's suggestion, the female reporter stopped crying, took out a tissue, and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Although the chest area of ​​Ali's shirt was wet a lot, he didn't care.

After all, it was a blessing not to get lipstick or any cosmetics that were difficult to wash off, so it would be unreasonable to ask for anything else.

After the female reporter wiped away her tears, she walked towards her car.

"Let's go, Ali."

"Okay, sister."

Just as the female reporter was about to open the car door, a voice behind her made her stop.

"Ma'am, excuse me, I have something to ask, do you have time?"

"Don't you see we're in a rush? No time no time."

Ali didn't have a good first impression of the man in front of him, and he was signaling him to leave quickly with his hand.

The female reporter glanced at the man out of the corner of her eye.

It is Jun Zizai.

For a moment, the female reporter felt goosebumps popping all over her body.

If it is said that he is a person who resells human organs, then this person is the kind of person who is responsible for purchasing human organs and selling them at high prices.

The indescribable nausea made the female reporter vomit.

But there was nothing in his throat.

It's just that the female reporter's own sense of fear caused her brain to vomit.

Other organs did not cooperate with her brain to do other actions.

"Sister!"

Ali got down from the driver's seat and patted the female reporter on the back.

"Sister, have you eaten something bad?"

The female reporter retched for several minutes without even spitting out her saliva.

"I'm fine, what about that person?"

It was only then that Ali realized that the man who looked annoying just now had disappeared, as if the man had left on his own when he was taking care of the female reporter just now.

"he's gone."

After hearing Ali's answer, the female reporter struggled to stand up.

Didn't really see anyone.

She immediately got into the co-pilot and urged Ali to get in the car.

"Ali! Let's go!"

With a dazed face, Ali had no choice but to step on the accelerator and drove the car away from the police station.

People who were surprised and surprised have seen a lot.

It's just that the female reporter was so startled, it could even be said that she looked a little nervous, Ali had never seen it before.

Opened my eyes today.

(End of this chapter)