Gossip King

"Reporter Gao, don't press it, you can't get out." Suddenly, a voice rang from behind Gao Leng, and he couldn't prevent it. Gao Leng's hand suddenly retracted from the button, turning his head to see, only a few steps were seen. A worker from far away looked at him warily.

Gao Leng was located in the innermost part of the warehouse, and the workers who were transporting the goods were outside. At this time, somehow, the workers who were carrying the meat were gone. Gao Leng turned his body and looked outside. All these workers happened to go to the production line for collective transportation.

In front of him, the worker looked at Gao Leng with blinking eyes. He called out "Reporter Gao" accurately. Although a worker knew that it was a reporter, it was impossible to know the name of the reporter.

This made Gao Leng very suspicious. Could it be that Liu Xuan sent someone to observe him in secret?

"Oh, I can't get out, I just walk around and take a look." Gao Leng steadily smiled calmly, raised the camera, pretended to take pictures everywhere, and walked outside the door.

The rest of the light was locked on the person's body, and he saw the person's gaze on the small door next to the gate, which looked very ordinary, with a small sign hanging next to it, which read: Sundries . From the outside, it seems to be a room for production debris.

Extremely concealed, so concealed that Gao Leng directly ignored this door.

The man seemed to be relieved.

There is something tricky in this door.

Gao Leng retracted his gaze and continued to walk out the door. When he reached the door, he took a peek, and saw that the man secretly removed the sign that said "Miscellaneous" hanging on the door, and probed it. .

Fingerprint password lock, these words appeared in Gao Leng's mind.

The room where the fingerprint code lock can be used is definitely not easy. He quickly looked around and just saw Lao Diao standing not far away holding the camera. The high cold winked, Lao Diao was slightly stunned, no I understand the meaning of Gao Leng too.

Gao Leng reached out his finger and pointed inside the warehouse.

"Can these workers move the meat nearby? The light here is not good, let's go and take a picture there, please, brothers." Jian Xiaodan's voice sounded softly, the big brother Sweetly, the men who came out of the warehouse carrying meat immediately nodded, one of them carried a large piece of meat and followed Jian Xiaodan to the west window, and the old hanging immediately followed.

Lao Hao, who just followed Jian Xiaodan, turned around and looked at Gao Leng, his eyes full of worry and surprise.

Gao Leng, is this shooting under Liu Xuan's eyelids? ! Lao Xiao looked at Liu Xuan with a drum in his heart. With so many people on this production line, any one who saw Gao Leng would be finished.

This is more than just not getting into the tiger's lair. This is simply death!

Lao Diao's hand holding the camera was slightly trembling, and the smile on her face was a little stretched, but she still obeyed the order to follow Jian Xiaodan, ready to pose.

It's better not to mention the light of the window on the west side, it's more regular there, and it looks much more beautiful when taken. Posing is a common thing for reporters in interviews. Liu Xuan in the distance looked here, smiled slightly, and occasionally continued to communicate with Su Su.

The people in the warehouse are empty, but they can’t be empty for a long time. It’s about five minutes at most.

Oh no, no time. There was also the man staring at Gao Leng who shouted "Reporter Gao" inside. He just hurriedly walked out, Gao Leng's face sank, and he walked into the warehouse and looked outside. No one noticed him.

Whoosh...

A cold wind blew up, and a black shadow flashed like a ghost and thunderously rushed to the end of the warehouse at a speed that was almost invisible to the naked eye. It was cold. He activated the terrifying speed the little witch gave him, and rushed in front of the man.

The person hadn't reacted yet, only felt that there was a gust of wind oncoming.

Ah... With a painful groan that was only half covered, the man fell to the ground, and Gao Leng stunned him with a palm.

Whoosh...

The sound of a person being dragged away on the ground was short and gloomy. The person had left the doorway in question for a dozen steps. With the sound of less than a second, his body arrived in front of the door.

Gao Leng removed the sign, and sure enough, behind the sign was a small fingerprint lock.

Raising the camera to the video mode, Gao Leng's excitement sounded low: "Now we are in the warehouse of the D production line of Caesars Group." As he said, he twisted his body and took a panoramic view of the warehouse. The lens fell to the Caesars logo on the shelf.

"This is a certain staff member of the Caesars Group." As he said, he stretched out his hand to tear off the man's mask, and after a close-up shot of his face, he picked up the man's hand and pressed it to the fingerprint lock.

Di... made a sound and the door opened.

"This is the small warehouse where the Caesars Group privately hides some rotten flesh." As he said, he opened the door, and a disgusting smell hit his face, and Gao Leng almost spat out.

The camera quickly scanned the room.

This hidden small warehouse is about two thousand square meters. There is no light inside and it is very dim, but it can be dim. With the light coming in from the outside warehouse, the pile of red, green, green and black frozen meat that seems to have grown is extremely shocking. , Even if these frozen meats were packed in airtight plastic bags, the smell still came out irresistibly.

This smell is enough to be remembered for a lifetime, and it can no longer be described as smelly.

"A disgusting smell is unbearable." The machine can't smell the smell, and the audience outside the video can't smell it. The high cold and low voice commented, and he walked to the small warehouse. , But he walked around in a 2,000-square-meter room for less than a minute, and the pungent smell almost didn't make him vomit out.

Suddenly, a footstep came from outside the door, and then the old hanging voice came from behind the footsteps: "Boss, how do you shoot against the light?"

Someone came, and the old hanger hinted that he would withdraw quickly.

Gao Leng quickly put down the camera and hung it on his neck, and quickly walked to the door to pull the leg of the person who collapsed on the ground, walked in and put it behind the shelf, and then took out the note pad and pen from his body and wrote: Dare to speak out. Sentence, death.

He stuffed this note into the palm of the man who fainted.

When he got up again to go out, a figure was blocked at the door.

"Reporter Gao, how did the interview get to this place?" Yan Jiucheng's voice came over and strode in, looking around, finally falling behind the shelf.

A leg of the fainted man was exposed.

Yan Jiucheng smiled slightly, looked at the camera hung in front of his chest, and looked directly at Gao Leng: "It seems that all of them have been taken."

Gao Lenghan took a few steps back with a face, and Yan Jiucheng also followed.