hear the voice of the soul

Chapter 11 Technical Activities ([-])

　Because Tang Yumo was an orphan and grew up in an orphanage, he had never even seen his mother, so he felt sad for a while, and sat with the old man and wept.

　After listening to Tang Yumo talk about some regrets from colleagues on the Internet, the old woman tremblingly took out a few video tapes from the cabinet and played them to her. They were all fragments of Yoyo's life before her death.

　The life of a writer is unimaginably tormenting and boring for normal people.

　But there are also the same small joys in life as ordinary people, such as mother and daughter going for a walk by the beach in the evening, adopting a stray cat, buying cakes and blowing candles to make wishes on birthdays, and occasional visits from friends. jump for joy.
　Wait a moment.

　"Can you replay this segment?"

　Tang Yumo asked tremblingly.

　She almost half-closed her eyes and held her breath so hard that she could force herself to re-listen to the clip of Yoyo drinking tea and chatting with her friends.

　"Do you know who this talking girl is?"

　Tang Yumo heard the girl's voice in the video tape, it was the ghost's voice from last night and this morning, although there were slight differences in cadence, but after listening to it again, she was sure of it.

　The old woman thought about it for a moment, and said a name: Lu Lu.

　According to what Youyou said in the past, this Lu Lu was a friend who debuted together, but he has never become popular, and died suddenly at home alone a few days ago.Yoyo also felt sad about this for quite a few days.

　Unexpectedly, after a while, Yoyo herself also came to the same goal by different routes.

　Tang Yumo stabilized his mind and said to the old woman: "Auntie, there may be other secrets in leaving leisurely."

　A trace of puzzlement flashed in the old woman's teary eyes, and she was about to ask carefully when a flash of light outside the door came on, and noisy voices came in.

　Someone warmly invited the old lady to the camera, as if they were giving red envelopes or something like condolences.

　Tang Yumo didn't have much time left, thinking of having a detailed chat with the old man next time, he prepared to leave quietly.

　"Hi, see you again. You can't really be a fan of our chief."

　A chubby face approached with a smile, and beside it was another familiar cold face.

　"What secrets did you just say?"

　Gu Yihan pressed the question word by word.

　"No, yes, please, report."

　Tang Yumo gritted his teeth and answered.

　"Could it be that this matter is really related to you? Are you jealous of other people's fame? Or are you jealous of others' money? If I hadn't seen you at the scene with my own eyes, I would really suspect that a woman like you is a murderer who pushes people to jump off buildings. But Just now I heard what you said about the secret, but I remembered that it is too early to make a conclusion whether you are a witness or a suspect."

　Listening to Gu Yihan, who usually cherishes words like gold, uttered so many words in one breath in an unofficial speech, Jiang Ping was stunned, Mr. Chief. You. You. Is this the rhythm of being confused.

　Tang Yumo was so angry at what he said, he forced himself to reply: "What about you? Are you here to make up for it? Or are you here to cry? You vicious capitalists, maybe the behind the scenes of this matter You are the black hand! No one knows better than me what I saw at the scene, and I will definitely check it out!"

　"Accompany."

　"No need!"

　Tang Yumo turned and left angrily.

　Gu Yihan looked at her back with messy hair expressionlessly.

　"Chief, why does the contract paper in her hand look a bit like our Yunju's?"

　Jiang Ping rubbed his eyes and said doubtfully.

　"Is that so, when did Yunju become hungry?"

　Gu Yihan said angrily.

　Jiang Ping immediately shut up knowingly.

　But I couldn't help but think in my heart, there are not many women who dare to confront the chief so sharply.
　It's simply, don't treat our chief as a man.

(End of this chapter)