Dear Officer Zhuang

Chapter 135 Might Not Work

"You just have a high fever. It's not that you have a broken hand and can't type. Why can't you write a press release? I'll give you the hot spots of the press release. You don't need to use your own brain. You just need to write those press releases." It’s enough to put all the explosive points into the press release, it’s a matter of ten minutes! Why are you so pretentious and procrastinating?”

"Editor Hao, I'm not pretentious, I really can't write, I almost don't know how to write my name because of my high fever. I decided to ask for leave for the past two days and rest at home. In order not to drag everyone down, please let others write this press release. Colleagues, let's write." Wen Mi coughed a few times weakly and pretentiously.

Hao Caile was furious: "Wen Mi, you are following the serial murder case, let other colleagues write this press release, and you don't have to follow the serial murder case, you will be responsible for this month's bonus and future bonuses Don't think about it!!"

"I know," Wen Mi said weakly, hypocritically and regretfully, "I feel very sorry, but there is no other way. Editor Hao, let other colleagues write."

Wen Mi coughed violently and hung up the phone.

Then, she continued to eat breakfast happily and leisurely.

A few minutes later, her phone rang again.

She thought it was Hao Caile who hadn't given up on asking her to write a press release, so she called and continued to scold her.

When she saw it, it was Ye Hui calling.

"Hey, Ye Hui, what's the matter?" Wen Mi answered the phone and asked.

"Sister Wen Mi, where are you? What did you say to Editor-in-Chief Hao just now? Editor-in-Chief Hao is losing his temper in his office now." Ye Hui's voice was very low.

He was making this call to Wen Mi at his work station, so naturally he couldn't let other people notice and hear it, especially Hao Caile couldn't hear it.

"I told Editor-in-Chief Hao that I had a high fever and couldn't write the press release he wanted me to write." Wen Mi said disapprovingly.

As soon as Ye Hui heard Wen Mi's energetic voice, he knew that what Wen Migang and Hao Caile had said were all lies.

"Do you want to track down Xiao Jiayao's news by yourself?" Ye Hui asked.

"That's the plan." Wen Mi said truthfully.

"Let me go with you, Sister Wen Mi. If you don't write the press release that editor-in-chief Hao wants, editor-in-chief Hao may let me write it, and I don't want to write that kind of press release either."

"Okay." Wen Mi agreed.

"Where are you now? I'll go find you."

"I'm here..." Wen Mi reported the address of the breakfast stand where she was.

After Ye Hui finished packing his things, Hao Caile, who had lost his temper in the office, came out to ask him to write a press release.

He didn't see anyone from Ye Hui at Ye Hui's desk, so he asked the colleague sitting opposite Ye Hui: "Where's Ye Hui? He didn't come to work either?"

"He's here, but just now he packed up his things and left. He said he had something urgent to do at home," said the colleague.

Hao Caile had just calmed down a little bit of anger, and immediately boiled like a volcanic eruption.

"He left without even saying hello to me? What does he think this place is! Come and leave whenever you want, do you still look like you are going to work! Sure enough, the person Wen Mi brought out, and her A virtue!"

Hao Caile was cursing, and the colleague hunched his shoulders, trying to reduce his presence as much as possible, not wanting to be affected.

However, after Hao Caile finished cursing, he pointed at his colleague: "You! Come to my office, I have work for you!"

colleague:"……"

……

When Ye Hui arrived at the address that Wen Mi reported to him, Wen Mi was sitting on the small bench that had been set up earlier, looking at the sky at a 45-degree angle, with a sad face, as if she was thinking about major events in life.

"Sister Wen Mi!" Ye Hui ran over happily.

"You're here." Wen Mi glanced at him.

"Where do we start to investigate?" Ye Hui asked eagerly.

Wen Mi sighed faintly: "To be honest, I don't know either."

She told Ye Hui all about her interview yesterday.

At the end, Wen Mi said: "... The overall situation is like this, although there are two big clues - one, who is the person who sent roses to Xiao Jiayao in the Delphite restaurant; two, what Yuan Yibei saw , who is the man who quarreled with Xiao Jiayao. But these two clues are difficult to continue to trace."

Ye Hui pondered Wen Mi's words, and nodded slowly in agreement.

"What's going on with the police investigation, do you know?" Wen Mi asked.

Ye Hui shook his head: "I don't know. Editor-in-Chief Hao has been obsessed with linking Xiao Jiayao's case with the serial murder case, and he hasn't even asked what information the police have found."

Wen Mi sighed again.

Ye Hui thought for a moment, his eyes lit up and said: "Sister Wen Mi, we can go to De Feite Western Restaurant and ask the waiter who is the delivery person who sent flowers to Xiao Jiayao on the night of Qixi Festival. The delivery area that each delivery person is responsible for , are usually fixed. If we find the delivery person, we can know which flower shop we can order the flowers from. If we know the name of the flower shop, we might be able to know who sent flowers to Xiao Jiayao!"

Wen Mi is thoughtful.

It's not that she hasn't thought about this method.

But she felt that it might not work.

But they have no other choice now, instead of just sitting here, they might as well try what Ye Hui said, maybe they will find something.

"Okay, just check it out as you said." Wen Mi said.

So, Wen Mi and Ye Hui went to De Feite Western Restaurant and met the waitress from yesterday.

As Ye Hui guessed, there are only a few delivery staff in charge of the area where De Feite Western Restaurant is located, and the waitresses are basically familiar with them.

Although she didn't know the contact information of these delivery people, she knew when chatting with them before, where they would usually be when there were no orders to deliver.

According to the addresses given by the waitress, Wen Mi and Ye Hui found the takeaway workers who were squatting or sitting on the ground outside a nearby shopping mall.

On the night of Chinese Valentine's Day, the takeaway guy who delivered roses to De Feite Western Restaurant was among them.

From the mouth of the delivery man, Wen Mi and Ye Hui learned the name of the flower shop smoothly.

The flower shop is three kilometers away.

Wen Mi and Ye Hui rushed to the flower shop again.

After the florist knew their intentions, she tied the bouquet and said, "Your question involves the customer's privacy. Actually, I can't tell you. But in fact, I can't tell you either. The customer was in He placed an order on the food delivery platform, and he concealed his information, so I can't see his personal information here."

Ye Hui was so disappointed that his face collapsed.

Wen Mi didn't react much, because this result was within her expectation.

If the person who sent Xiao Jiayao's roses was related to Xiao Jiayao's death, then that person would definitely protect his personal information, and it would never be easy to find out.

(End of this chapter)