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Chapter 283 Clues to the Evening Breeze
The next evening.
Wen Zhixia came out of the hospital.
I was about to go home and make dinner when I saw a news pop up on my phone.
Jincheng TV's official account posted: The woman detained in Shidong Village, W County, has been reunited with her family.
Isn't this the case Fan Xiaolin and Chen Zhuo investigated not long ago? And there's already a conclusion.
Wen Zhixia was delighted and forwarded the news to Fan Xiaolin: Bao, is this the article you sent?
Fan Xiaolin replied: "You saw it so soon?"
Wen Zhixia: "Of course, you are my hero. Hero, may I have the honor of treating you to dinner tonight?"
Fan Xiaolin replied to her: I am your hero, then what is Fu Ruoshi?
Wen Zhixia: He is a green onion.
The two met in CBD and had Mexican food. After the meal, Wen Zhixia went to her grandfather's house, intending to do as Song Ailing had said before and look for mining accidents involving Zhao's Industry in the early years to see if there were any clues related to the death of her parents.
After arriving home, Wen Zhixia found Wen Litao's belongings and searched through a large box of newspapers and books.
"So, according to you, the Fu family is still looking for dirt on Zhao?" Fan Xiaolin asked as she helped her find it. "I remember Fu Ruoshi reported him once before. Could that be enough to undermine him?"
"Of course he can't be killed with a beating," Wen Zhixia nodded. "From what I know, the evidence he collected is mainly against Zhao Xiaoning, and won't have much impact on Zhao Zhengrong. Besides, Zhao Zhengrong's sphere of influence in Jincheng is no smaller than Fu Keming's. Therefore, unless the Fu Group is mobilized, it will be impossible for Fu Ruoshi to bring down this big Buddha on his own."
"Does Fu Ruoshi know about this?" Fan Xiaolin continued to ask, "Doesn't he know that his old man is going to die?"
Wen Zhixia sighed, "I don't know. Song Ailing and Fu Keming tried everything to hide it from him, and I don't have the right to tell him. This kind of thing affects the whole body. Even if I tell him now, the harm will outweigh the benefit. It's better not to say it."
Fan Xiaolin nodded in agreement.
Continue to look for old clues.
Wen Zhixia took out another stack of notes and newspapers from the cardboard box, which also contained a lot of letters and clippings.
As she was flipping through the pages, suddenly a newspaper floated out from the photo album.
Fan Xiaolin's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Wait a moment!"
She bent down hurriedly to pick it up.
The news headline above is: A major accident occurred in Xinmei Group with 72 deaths and 64 injuries, and 5 people were dealt with.
Wen Zhixia was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized what was happening. She immediately took out her cell phone and compared it with the news she had taken before and the one Song Ailing showed her.
72 dead and 64 wounded.
She remembered the number clearly.
These two are the same news.
"Your grandfather wouldn't have kept this newspaper for no reason," Fan Xiaolin pointed to the date on it. "Look, 2010, not far from the time your parents died!"
Wen Zhixia clenched her fists until her fingertips turned white.
Could it be that they are really related?
When Wen Litao was alive, he rarely told me the specific reasons for his parents' death, for fear that when I grew up, I would want to find out the truth.
He still kept the newspaper, perhaps he still had hope in his heart, waiting for the day when the truth would come out.
"Bao, are you okay?" Fan Xiaolin saw her pale face, touched her shoulder, and pointed to the search engine on her phone. "Look, there's no information about this incident online now. It's been completely PR-ed out."
In this age of advanced Internet, unexpectedly, paper documents are more resilient and can preserve some key evidence.
"What about this reporter? Wanfeng?" Wen Zhixia pointed at the author's name on the news. "I mean, can this author still be found? If we can contact the author of this report, will there be more clues?"
"Good idea!" Fan Xiaolin nodded. "Well, leave it to me. I know the current editor-in-chief of this newspaper. I'll ask for you."
"Okay, thank you, Bao." Wen Zhixia nodded. "Let's follow the clues first and find the person who wrote this article. Then ask him about his investigation."
Within two days, Fan Xiaolin contacted the former editor-in-chief of the newspaper.
The two agreed to meet at a cafe near the Radio and Television Center.
After a brief greeting, Fan Xiaolin handed him the newspaper and politely asked, "Teacher Guo, do you still remember the reporter who published this article? His name was Wanfeng. Can you still contact him now?"
Editor-in-Chief Guo took the newspaper and looked at it carefully.
More than ten years have passed since this report was published.
If the reporter was in his prime at that time, he would either be a big shot or retired now.
"I have absolutely no impression of him," Editor-in-Chief Guo thought for a moment and said, "Then wait a moment, I'll try to contact him for you."
After that, he made two calls.
"Hello, hello. Yes, I'm Editor-in-Chief Guo. I'd like to ask if you're still in touch with an author named Evening Breeze?"
"What? No?"
Editor-in-Chief Guo's expression suddenly changed. "When did this happen? This...Okay, I understand. Thank you."
Seeing the heavy expression on Editor-in-Chief Guo's face, Fan Xiaolin already had a bad feeling.
"I'm sorry," Editor-in-Chief Guo hesitated for a moment and sighed, "This Evening Breeze reporter has passed away."
Although she had predicted it, Fan Xiaolin was still shocked after getting the answer.
What is shocking is that everything related to this mining accident, whether it is news or people, has been completely erased.
It's like it never happened.
Is this right?
However, in order not to cause further trouble for Editor-in-Chief Guo, she politely stood up and said, "I understand. Thank you, Teacher Guo. I'm sorry to bother you. I'll go ask around somewhere else."
Exited the coffee shop.
Fan Xiaolin is preparing to take a ride-hailing car.
The next second, she saw a familiar figure in the crowd.
The man was tall and thin, wearing a light gray down jacket and jeans. He looked fresh and handsome, like a college student.
He stood in front of a balloon stall, lowered his head and talked to a little boy next to him, handed him a balloon and touched his head.
Chen Zhuo!
Fan Xiaolin was slightly stunned and walked over quickly.
Then, a middle-aged woman ran over, hugged the little boy, and shouted, "What are you doing? Are you trying to kidnap my son?"
Chen Zhuo was stunned by her yelling.
He was not good at speaking, so he just said, "I am not."
"What do you mean you're not?" The middle-aged woman grabbed Chen Zhuo's hand and said, "Don't try to quibble! The human traffickers nowadays are all good-looking like you. Don't think I don't know your tricks. I'm going to call the police now!"
Seeing her take out her phone, Fan Xiaolin quickly stepped forward and held her phone, "Sister, do you have any evidence? Why are you making false accusations?"
She turned around and looked at Chen Zhuo, "What's going on?"
Chen Zhuo said succinctly, "This boy wanted to buy balloons, but he didn't have any money, so I bought them for him."
"Impossible!" the woman insisted. "My son is a very good boy! He wouldn't ask anyone to buy him anything!" She lowered her head and asked, "Son, tell me, is this uncle a liar?"
The little boy saw that Fan Xiaolin was tall and strong and staring at him, which was very scary. He shrank timidly into his mother's arms and didn't say a word.
"Like mother, like son, you idiot, you can't tell right from wrong and have no sense of responsibility," Fan Xiaolin said angrily. "Hey, kid, I'm asking you a question. Is this uncle giving you a balloon? Did he say he's taking you away?"
The little boy just held the balloon tightly.
"See, I told you so," the woman sneered. "You must be human traffickers, accomplices. I'm calling the police right now! Don't even think about escaping!"
After saying that, she took out her cell phone again.
The next second, a press pass appeared in front of her.
"I'm the chief reporter of Jincheng TV." Fan Xiaolin showed her ID and pointed at Chen Zhuo, "This is my boyfriend, Chen Zhuo."