Chapter 5 Chapter Four is Confrontation, Not Confrontation

In September 2003, Zhang Jie carried out reforms, and "investigative reporting" became the main body of "news investigation", which was characterized by digging inside information, and interviews were very rigid. During the meeting, he worried: "Chai Jing is like me, Too kind to do a confrontational interview." Lao Fan continued: "Not necessarily?" "Really, she is a lady both on and off the stage." In the whole room, only Lao Zhang saw me when I was timid. "Her?" Tian He couldn't help laughing. These bastards. The new colleagues only met me when I was suffering from SARS. At that time, I had just pulled out my feet from the muddy situation. I was a little bit hypomanic, with an overcorrected vivacity. I went upstairs two steps at a time. "The arrow jumps all the way up.It was my dad who understood me the most, saying, "Just like the patients on our operating table, after the anesthetic wears off, they talk a lot, and depression can easily turn into hyperactivity."

This kind of hypocrisy goes into battle and is defeated with one move. A hospital listened to 120 calls, illegally drove a car to rob a patient, and the patient died. When collecting evidence, they only got a recording of driving a car to rob people.The family members have always suspected that the delay in treatment resulted in death, but the medical records were not available, and the time was tight and the task was heavy. I had to try again with my bare hands.The machine was set up, and I sat across from the person in charge of the hospital. He is in his forties, and he does not hide from the camera and is not nervous: "Sit down and ask."

He's full of flaws, but I just can't find it.He admitted to driving illegally, but believed that there was no necessary relationship between driving illegally and the death of the patient.Medical treatment is a very complicated professional issue. You can have unlimited doubts, but if you can't figure out the facts, this program is useless, and it's useless to say anything.I'm just a reporter. Without his permission, I can't lift the curtains of his house to see if anyone is behind, and I can't use extraordinary technical means, although there may be that secret number in the mobile phone in his left pocket.

After interviewing for a while, he directly pulled out the microphone on his chest, stood up and said: "I don't have time, I need to go on vacation, the car is downstairs." I walked to the stairs in a daze.He stopped me, handed over the interview book I left on the table from the top of the stairs, and suddenly smiled: "You forgot something...why, are you more nervous than me?" The feeling of failure is worse than having a coin in your mouth. Snoopy hosted a "round table discussion" in the internal journal of the commentary department. When everyone talked about me, the most concentrated opinion was whether they could do a good job of rigid interviews: "Her demeanor is always telling the other party that the person sitting opposite you is a sister Lin. , but maybe it's just her personality, I can't tell." Another said, "Yeah, always thought she was like a nightly radio host trying to tell you something."

Snoopy added insult to injury: "I remember some of her movements quite firmly. Whether she blinks her big eyes, frowns and smiles, or strokes her hair, she may not be conscious, but the audience can realize it. Interference, I think we should consciously restrain ourselves in these subtle places." I was so angry—who flicked you and who flicked you?Is it okay for me to be old and dry with contact lenses?But others read it right. It was not difficult to risk your life during SARS. It was enough to take a breath, but life is full of breath.The timidity in my nature nailed me like a nail.When I was a child, I saw neighbors approaching from a distance, and I hid in a corner to let them pass. I was embarrassed to say hello.My mother looked at me and sighed.

Until I grow up and meet powerful people in my life, I avoid them, don't strike up a conversation, don't talk back, and don't deal with them. Only when I stay with children, the elderly, and the weak can I feel comfortable.I feel like Charlie Brown, the round-headed kid in the Snoopy comics, who can't even control a puppy, and every time Lucy tricks me, I get sucked the next time.Knowing that "squeaky wheels have oil to eat", they just can't open their mouths. The TV news group has its own female tradition. The experience introduced by the predecessors is: "Except when going to the bathroom, never realize that you are a woman." Colleagues always joked about my interview in Shuangcheng, saying it was a "crying interview". , They waited and watched me: "Can this kind of method make good hard news?"

Snoopy said it again: "She used to struggle, but she has a way of paying attention to people. Her growth will be a constant and changing process, and she will find her own position." Humph. I know that the problem is not hard at all, it is not the hair and expression, it is because I don't save it, and if I don't understand it, I will be fooled and I will not be able to stabilize it. At the beginning, we interviewed the issue of land acquisition in rural areas.I don't even know the different legal provisions applicable to rural land and urban land. Zhang Jie doesn't care about me, doesn't teach me, doesn't hold a pre-compilation meeting before departure, doesn't ask me for an interview outline, and doesn't call me when I'm on a business trip. How is it going.I really don't know how he dared to take such a risk. Investigative reports rely on on-site excavation. If there is something unclear about the reporter's question, it will be useless to remedy it later.

I couldn't hold back and asked him, "Are you not worried?" "If you don't ask for help, just let it go." He smiled. "Then what should I do if I lose the person I'm investigating?" He smiled again: "It's fine if you don't lose money." He asked me to rub it more, to loosen the lumps in my head little by little, and rub it vigorously. There was no other way to do it. At night, I held the expert contact form in my left hand, held the mobile phone around my neck, and pressed the "Land Management Law of the People's Republic of China" on my right arm, lying on the bed full of materials to read all night.

With a mediocre mind, the relevant laws and regulations should be like elementary school students, copying one by one in a notebook to remember. The data on young crop compensation is calculated door to door, and the questions are listed. Imagine how the other party will answer, how to dismantle every move, Clumsily fighting each other with both hands. After looking at the materials for a while and looking at the watch, I am afraid of the dawn, afraid of the dawn.After a while, the birds chirped, and the chirping became more and more frequent. I was so out of breath that I endured the stimulant in my heart and looked down. Then I looked up and the sky was thin and clear. At six o'clock in the morning, the sounds of the street started.My arms were propped on the bed and I could no longer bend them, grinning my teeth to relieve the numbness for a while, I washed my face and ate a bowl of hot rice noodles to go to the interview, knowing that such a green face and fangs would not look good on camera, so I couldn't care less.

Snoopy always said I had a "plastic feel" that was a blur away from reality.But this layer of film will soon lose its hold, and the person is directly pressed against the canine-toothed life, the skin is cut open, and the muscles and bones are directly penetrated. Not to mention anything else, when you enter the countryside, dealing with dogs is a hurdle.You stare at it and it stares at you.It squints its small round eyes, and ignores you if you like it. It’s useless to frighten it with an umbrella. It’s very idle anyway, and it has plenty of time. Wherever it goes, it will cross in front of you, you left it left, you right it Right, which means "take a look at me".

The older sister-in-law is harder than the dog. In Shanxi, we interviewed two village committee director candidates about bribery. Once we entered the village, we realized what it meant to be trapped in a vast ocean of people. Both sides suspected that we were hired by the other side, and each side had a team of people following us.I want to be reasonable, say what is objective and fair, and no one cares about this. We are interviewing, and the other party is shouting and cursing on the high slope. We were directly blocked at the gate. The leader was a short-haired woman in her thirties. She was the wife of the other candidate. She came up and grabbed my front without saying a word.I thought it was funny, and wanted to break free, but I couldn't, and the scene was a bit embarrassing.Behind the woman are more than two dozen grown men, arms crossed.My colleagues are also men, and as long as one of them intervenes, the scene will get out of control. The funny feeling was gone. When I was twisted, I instinctively pulled my face down, trying to shout "what are you doing", but her pushing was not considered force, it was just a kind of provocation. I restrained myself from breaking it. her hand and said, "What do you want?" "Can't interview them." Talking about news balance is useless, I can only say: "Okay, then I will interview you." She froze for a moment, looked back at the group of men, and let go: "Everyone must be interviewed." Twenty Many people buzzed at once, and the meeting would be endless, but I couldn't leave without interviewing, so I said, "Okay, turn on the machine." "Stand still," I said.I don't know what I'm going to do, but I can feel that they don't know either, and in their ignorance, they somehow obey and stop talking. "In three rows." No one moved, they were a little dissatisfied.I said: "The camera can only capture a certain range. If you want to be photographed, you must line up in three rows." Then I clicked on the woman: "You stand at the front." She seemed very satisfied with the words "at the front", and immediately stood over and directed the others to line up. I faced them, it was strange, the voice didn't come from my throat, it came from my chest, the voice was lower and slower than my usual voice, like the voice of a woman in her thirties and forties, a bit like... I Mom's voice: "We are CCTV reporters, objectively recording the actual election situation in this village. Do you guarantee that your attitude is true?" "Guarantee." There were scattered voices, but no one else spoke. "Election is a serious matter, please express it responsibly." I used written language and asked again: "Do you guarantee that your attitude is true?" "Promise!" they yelled in unison. "Now, please raise your hands to vote. Those who support Wang Yufeng, please raise your hands." Wang Yufeng was their candidate. All raised their hands. I counted slowly, and in this kind of formal tone that can only be seen on TV, the scene was silent: "...twenty-three, twenty-four, okay, please record this number, September 20, 2003 One day, at three o'clock in the afternoon, in Laoyaotou Village, 24 people participated, 24 people raised their hands, and 24 people supported Wang Yufeng's election." "Now, put your hands down." It was the first time I spoke to someone in this tone. Everyone put it down tamely. "In place," I said, "disband." With a "wow", they all dispersed, with a satisfied expression. The most practiced are encounters. The candid camera comes in handy, but it is about the same age as me. There is no special microphone, and the fuselage is already too old. When it turns, it makes a rattling sound, and all it records is its own sound.It's an old fashioned tape, and you have to change the tape after a while.The magnetic head is not in good contact, so I can only stick it with tape. Every ten minutes, I have to nervously check to see if it has been recorded.During the candid filming, as long as I saw the face of the cameraman Xi Ming change, he stood up and said, "Excuse me, where is the bathroom?", I knew that the microphone had dropped again, and I could only explain to the other party that he had diarrhea. Once I filmed real estate shady scenes, and it took a full 40 minutes to shoot. When I came back, there was only the sound of electricity, so I had to go again.When people saw me, they called out very affectionately: "Sister, why are you here again?" What makes people uncomfortable is not to take risks, but to face this enthusiasm and have to ask the questions they have asked again in different ways. Don't make him suspicious - which textbook teaches this? There are also embarrassing times. I went to Chongqing to investigate a series of bus accidents. I took this machine to the traffic police team. They said that the accident investigation report "can be seen but not photographed." I covered it with my body, and Xi Ming brought the report over, pretending to read it, and took a picture with the briefcase-style camera hidden under his arm. The traffic police officer looked at us with pity on his cheeks for a while, and couldn't help saying: "Your machine is too old, or you can lend us ours." But at critical times, it can still top it.In Shenzhen, Lao Fan and I went to investigate a foreign trade fraud company. The boss of the company stopped us and went into the house to make a phone call.Ten minutes later, seven or eight people came up, all with crew cuts, black T-shirts, big gold chains, and their bellies ahead of them: "Where did they come from?" I looked at Lao Fan and thought the same thing: Boss, change your clothes Well, this set is outdated. Jin Lianzi asked me: "What are you doing?" "reporter." "What are you here for?" "I received news clues to investigate." I glanced at the camera Li Ji and knew that he must be filming. "Who gave you the clue?" He was about to press against someone on his stomach. "Audience." I asked him, "Who are you?" He froze for a moment. "Who sent you here?" "My brother...friend." The person who provided news clues said that these people with gangster backgrounds had guns, and he had seen them.But I know that the purpose of these people is not to hurt us, but to drive me away, and my purpose is not to turn him over to the police on the spot, but to take a picture of him. even In a short while, the manager had retreated under cover, and they were about to do so.The company was empty, so I had no choice but to act as a host and send them to the elevator politely: "If you know where the manager has gone, let us know." They looked at each other, laughed, and the elevator closed. In the past, these tidbits that might be regarded as irrelevant were discarded. When Lao Fan edited, he connected this paragraph with the elevator scene in "Infernal Affairs". I asked how it felt to stay up late editing the film, and she said "too happy". Doing investigative reporting, I didn’t know if it would be successful when I left, and I wasn’t sure if it would be broadcast after I came back, but when I returned to the office on a business trip and sat around, the old cameraman Chen Qiang made Tieguanyin for us, and the pot was shiny. Glossy, silver-white water is cast high, and after scalding a circle of purple clay cups, the sand-green tea leaves are slowly separated from the reddish edges under the boiling water.He said slowly: "Look at the children playing computer games, when did they say they were tired? People who have fun never say they are tired." This work is like peeling bamboo shoots, layer by layer, peeling off the schoolgirl timidity, you have to make decisions, dodge the chase, hide the tape, sit in various conference rooms, blowing plastic cup holders The foam on the green tea touches each other's true and false, even talking and laughing with cleverness, but they still can't hold back their faces. When I was in Hebei, there was a deputy county magistrate who came up and called me "Director Chai". "Call me Chai Jing." "Hey, Director Chai doesn't give face." "Call reporter Chai." "Director Chai is a famous journalist of CCTV, so let's call him Chai Ji." Adding an accent to the word "Mingji", several men at the table laughed and winked. When I arrived at the interview site, I was interviewing his subordinates. After the end, he came up and pressed my shoulder again: "Chai Ji, don't get up, sit on the chair and take a photo with me." Several of his subordinates held the cameras and said, "Come here, beauty, take a picture." I said, "Please sit down." He sat down on the chair opposite: "Smile, Chai Ji, don't be so serious." I smiled and said, "Turn on the machine." He said, "Yes, with the lights on, it's more real." I asked him about the responsibilities of his field in this matter, and he was speechless.After asking four or five questions, I said, "Okay, thank you." We left by car, and his car followed, chasing all the way to Beijing: "Director Chai, Reporter Chai, I wonder if we can stop broadcasting the episode just now...Reporter Chai..." Investigative reporting is a big banner, and there are many tough people. Xiaoxiang is from Anhui. He is kind-hearted, close to naive, straight-lined, looks straight with two big eyes, walks in a straight line, and turns a beautiful right angle at the corner.Sitting obliquely in the innermost corner of the office every day, neither humming nor haggling, like a weight.Abandoning his one-year-old son, he came to Beijing just to do investigative reporting, and many of the topics he chose were knowing what to do. When investigating the money laundering of current officials, he found an insider who had been on the run for a long time. The doors and windows of the house were smashed. The younger brother slept with an ax next to his pillow every day. During a fight with several unknown people, he stabbed one of them and was arrested.We went to Shanghai to obtain evidence that the insider had been held hostage at the beginning. There was evidence, but the police looked at her suspiciously and said that someone in the local area had said not long ago that once this woman appeared in Shanghai, they should be notified immediately to bring her.The policeman got up to make a call, and as soon as he went out, Xiaoxiang pulled the insider to stand up and left through the back door.At the nearest coach station, take the fastest bus.It was not until night, after a detour of a hundred miles, that we returned to the hotel where we were staying. It was a century-old hotel in Shanghai, with a floor height of four meters, long corridors, and waxed black teak floors.At night, the floor began to creak, there seemed to be calls from people who could not hear clearly from a distance, and there were all kinds of strange sounds in the old house.Before going to bed, the whistle on the river also made people feel uneasy. At night, I sat on the bed, leaning against the wall, and heard the sound of the insider washing next door, so I felt more at ease.Suddenly the sound of the water stopped, and a second later, I thought I heard a clear gunshot, and another. I suddenly sat up from the bed, my first reaction was to turn over and lie down under the bed, but I immediately felt that it was useless, so I froze on the bed, my tongue was dry.I called Xiaoxiang, and he said firmly, "I'll go and see." After checking her safety, the dryness in my mouth still lingered for a long time. This show is very frustrating.Later, in order to save money, Xiao Xiang asked the leader to spend money on a business trip by himself.One day when it rained, he came to Taiwan dripping wet, and only after asking him did he find out that he was reluctant to pay for the bus ride, so he took the old man who came downstairs to report the situation to the cafeteria to eat a bowl of dumplings, and bought a dozen more. Let people take the big cakes to eat on the road, saying: "Investigate such a program, you can't do it to make people feel ashamed." I occasionally passed by the computer room and saw more than 30 tapes piled up on the bed. Xiao Xiang had a thick beard and a cup of residual tea, and he had been up all night without sleep.At that time, I was still using an editing machine, and the interview screen was on the screen. In order to edit a sentence of the interview, I had to twist and turn the knob repeatedly, and position it many times. People’s faces and words just went back and forth. , It takes a long time to cut a sentence.I was asking "Where do you think it is safe?" The insider sitting across from me said, "The safest place in the world is in front of your camera." I watched this interview. Whether the interview is accurate or not is not as simple as whether the work can be completed or whether the person can have fun. It is a matter of human life. If I am not accurate, I am not worthy of sitting in this chair. My new idol is the Italian journalist Farage, whose interviews I've flopped, and who I see as Starling in reality—a woman who's never afraid. When U.S. planes bombed Florence in World War II, she was a child, huddled in a coal box, crying out of fear.Her father slapped her hard and said, "Girls don't cry." She later wrote: "Life is a serious adventure, learn as quickly as possible, I will never forget that slap, for me Say, it's like a kiss." When interviewing Iranian religious leader Ayatollah Khomeini, talking about women not being able to go to school, work, go to the beach, or wear swimsuits like men, she asked: "By the way, how can you swim in a bathrobe?" "It's none of your business, our customs have nothing to do with you, if you don't like Islamic clothing you don't have to wear it, because it's for proper young women." "It's very kind of you, and now that you say so, I'll take off this stupid medieval rag." She tore off the cloak she had worn out of respect, and threw it at his feet. He flew into a rage and rushed out of the room. She still refused to give up: "Where are you going? Is it convenient for you to go?" She sat there for a long time, even Khomeini's son begged to no avail, until Khomeini swore in the name of the "Koran" that his second The day will meet her again, and she agrees to leave. Really exciting. She interviewed Sharon in Israel, accusing him of bombing civilians: "I've been through all the wars of our time, including eight years in Vietnam, so I can tell you that I haven't seen anything like that in Beirut, even in Hue or Hanoi." Such a brutal bombing that happened." He argued that his troops only bombed the Palestine Liberation Organization base in the city. She said: "You not only bombed those areas, you bombed the downtown area!" She opened her purse and took out a photo, which was a pile of corpses of children from one to five years old, "Look, the youngest child has no foot, the oldest child has lost a small arm, and this unowned hand is open as if begging for mercy." Sharon said to her at the end of this interview: "You are difficult to deal with, extremely difficult to deal with, but I like this uneasy interview, because no one has ever interviewed me with as much information as you, and there has never been a People can go through the fire of bullets just to prepare for an interview like you do." Zhang Jie is always worried that kind-hearted people will not be able to conduct rigid investigations.In fact, only kind people can be rigid. A gentle and kind fat man like Tianhe would prefer to stay at home and listen to the symphony with the macaw if he had the choice, but when he reported on the mine accident in Fanzhi, Shanxi, he walked into the mountain road in the dark night rain, and there was no one to support him.Thirty-eight miners died, two of them were reported as dead and four were injured, and their remains were hidden or burned.In this case, eleven reporters received cash and gold ingots to help conceal the facts. After it was revealed, the leader praised Dabeard for his professional ethics and asked him to talk about his thoughts.He laughed fatly: "No one gave it to me." Everyone laughed. Afterwards he talked about the mine, which was 130 meters deep. When the cage bottomed out, there was a loud noise, and his knees trembled. When he raised his head, he could not see the blue light at the entrance of the cave. "Life and death are so fucking fragile. It's just one hundred meters. These people live like this every day and work overloaded. What makes me sad is that they are very content and feel that this is much better than farming in the village." He photographed The remains of those hidden corpses, smelling the burnt shrouds, "If you really saw what they looked like, you wouldn't be able to sell your soul for a few dollars." A kind-hearted person does a "confrontational" interview and will not be eager to fight, but when he decides to guard the truth, he will never retreat. We went to a prefecture-level city for an interview.A private entrepreneur was shuanggui because he was "disobedient" and "choosed the market between the mayor and the market".The entrepreneur stood facing the wall with a piece of white paper between his legs, and was beaten when the paper fell.He was sentenced to three years of "misappropriation of funds" and ran 5,000 steps in the cell every day to urge himself "not to collapse, but to live."During the interview, Tianhe didn't stare at the camera as usual, but nestled there in a circle, listening with his head buried. I went to interview the city leaders and said that I was on a business trip and would be back in two days, and two days later, I knew we couldn't wait that long. This kind of thing can't be rushed, and it doesn't happen anywhere. The bearded man asked me to pretend to knock on the doors of every floor in the building. He sat on the steps downstairs and asked people one by one when he saw him: "Excuse me, have you seen the secretary? We are looking for him. Let me tell you something..." These two sentences were quite useful. Twenty minutes later, the secretary came: "The leader invites you to the office." The entrepreneur was sentenced to three years in prison, and the main evidence was a photocopied handwritten material.Photocopied evidence is not admissible, but the judge decided so. I walked into the judge's office, the camera was behind me, and I asked: "In this case, you clearly know that this letter of intent is not the original, why do you still use it?" The judge froze for a moment, then murmured a few words: "It's not the original document... some don't have the original document. It's not that we have to have this evidence." I didn't understand, so I asked, "Why use it if it's not the original?" "I think it's the original. Why isn't it the original?" I put the paper on the table: "You think it's the original? What we saw was clearly a handwritten copy." He raised his voice: "I didn't see it. Where did you see the handwriting?" I pointed to the judgment of the second instance: "The intermediate court has already said that this is not the original document." He waved his hand so that my face was full of wind: "It's not the original, just believe it." I asked: "Then why did you use a non-original..." "I didn't adopt it, how could I have adopted it?" I pointed to the words on the judgment: "Judge, here, here, the sixth point." He was anxious: "I still have one, two, three, four, five, seven, eight. Why do you only check my sixth point?" "Don't get excited." His face was distorted: "I'm not excited." I softened my voice: "You still adopted it?" He shouted: "I still think he is guilty." He turned and walked out, waving his hands: "Don't be someone else's tool." I followed him closely, and the camera was behind me: "During the court debate, the defense lawyer said that the judiciary should not be used as a tool. What do you think?" He can jump really high. After the interview, Zhang Tianhe took a big pipe in his mouth, calmed down for a while, and said, "This gentle little knife, one knife left and one right, and the bones will be left after a while." He sighed again: "A girl with such a powerful family, who would dare to marry her?" ?” After a while, no one said that I was good, because a newcomer came to the group. The first time we met, hey, this girl has short hair and a pair of suspender jeans.His eyes were as clear as water, and there was no smile at all. The two of us came home from get off work and found that we were walking the same road, and the rented houses were next to each other.When crossing the road, she said to me: "I liked you when you were on Hunan Satellite TV." I was about to twiddle a bit, but she continued, "What kind of crappy show did you host on 'Oriental Time and Space'?" "Ok……" She turned her head and looked at me relentlessly: "At that time, I hated you very much." The girl's name is Lao Hao.Later, she became more tolerant of me. She probably thought I was stupid. After I finally got some money, Sister Yao urged me to put it in an envelope and wrap it up in front of my face. She was afraid that I would lose it, so she used a stapler to staple it, and then I was afraid that the bag didn't have a zipper, so I pressed it with my hand. Before I left, I still threw the yellow envelope on the desk.The next day, Lao Hao brought me the money and escorted me to deposit it in the bank on the way.The counter lady asked, current deposit or fixed deposit? Just a few thousand dollars, I pretended to think for a while, and said, regularly. Old Hao looked up to the sky and laughed so hard that he ran out. She knows that I don't quite understand the difference between regular and current payments, medical care, insurance... She has to worry about it. From now on, Lao Fan and I will be taken care of by others. We spend time in Lao Hao's small house. The kitchen is so small that no one can get in. Hao wore a pair of hot pants, two long legs, and an apron. He cooked Thai food for us, cut small red pepper rings with a small silver scissors, and put a pot of fresh shrimp under his feet: "I finally bought fish sauce today. "Lao Fan and I fell on the rattan rocking chair, drinking honey water, with golden jujube in the crystal bowl at hand, and the trash box made of cardboard for us to put the core. "Old Hao." "Huh?" She answered in the kitchen. "I want to marry you." "roll." During the interview, she always looked at me coldly, and she called "stop" when I started the machine. "You—" She pointed to the thin silver bracelet on my wrist, and I was wearing a white shirt, thinking no one would see. "No one is upset if you don't wear it," she said, "and someone might not like it if you wear it." I take it off and don't wear jewelry at work afterwards. Old Hao has no dust in his eyes. After she came, it became harder and more difficult to choose topics.We went to Jiangxi to find a missing criminal suspect who sold fake antiques. In the middle of the winter night, the car was turned off, and the two of them were shivering from the cold, pushing the cart behind, covered in mud spots.The sky was full of stars and it was frighteningly bright.When I found the suspect's house, as soon as I entered the house, there was a black and white picture frame on the table, which was a portrait. The family members spread their hands: "Dead." This person is the younger brother of the local police chief, and we went to the police station. The director wore a big pair of sunglasses, greeted each other, and gave us a collection of literary works with millions of words. After talking about literature for a long time, he opened his mouth to talk about the case, saying that the suspect was taken away by the Shandong police, and that he had never seen him again. He said that he might be in prison. Ri died of illness. I was suspicious: "I heard that this person is your brother?" He said generously, "Yes, I killed my relatives righteously and handed him over to the Shandong police myself." We called the Shandong police to ask what happened to the dead man.People simply ignore us.Yes, thousands of miles away, where can I make a phone call? The five returned to the hotel with sad faces, as if they had eaten a coin. Old Hao said: "I'll go." Every time, she made up her mind, she would sip her mouth down, showing no expression at all, and her eyes were cold. She looked at her watch, didn't pack her luggage, took out a cup from her small black bag, took a cup of hot water, tightened the lid, inserted it into the side bag, went downstairs to take a taxi, and arrived at the station three hours later. started.In the car, I called and discussed with me who to go to and what to do.After more than an hour, the phone was out of power and suddenly cut off. I don't know where the car is. I put down the phone that beeped empty.It was Christmas that day, the phone turned off the sound, and the flickering and flickering were all festive text messages. Beijing and Shanghai were all far away in the sky. I sat facing the wall, and the small county town was completely dark and silent. In the musty room, the dark green carpet was so dirty that no pattern could be seen, and the faucet would "crack" every once in a while, and copper-yellow water would flow for a while.I wrote down all the possibilities of this incident on paper. If the director really released his brother privately, what would he do? ...what is the procedure for doing this and can anyone help him?Do these programs leave traces? ... I was scribbling, there was not enough evidence, and my mind was like an old car with the key turned on again and again, but it almost failed to start, and I was excited and painful. No, it's useless to think so. I must become him. I lay down on the table and continued to write on the white paper: If it were me, what would I do?Who will I need to help me? ...what would be my weakness?A light flickered in my mind, so I called the comrades in the Public Security Bureau, chatted for a while and asked, "Does your chief usually wear glasses?" He hesitated for a moment: "No" After hanging up the phone, I continued to write: "I have to wear sunglasses to cover my eyes when I meet reporters...he is a literary youth who writes poetry...what might be his weakness?" I wrote: "Will." Chen Ma once told me that when a Japanese yokozuna-level sumo wrestler was on stage.When the two didn't fight, they just stared at each other. It is said that victory or defeat was decided at that time.Two blades do not intersect, it depends on will.For a whole day, we didn’t leave the hotel door, knocked and didn’t open the door. I wrote in my diary that day: “Before the battle, I knew that he had money in his waist, but he was covered by his clothes. I didn’t know how to draw the sword, but experience told me Me, then don’t move. The wind moves, the treetops move, the moonlight moves, you don’t move, you will see the clue.” The next evening, comrades from the Public Security Bureau called: "He confessed to the organization." When I saw the director again, his glasses had already been taken off, and there were streaks of redness on his eyeballs. He said that I wanted to smoke a cigarette.Gave him one.He finished smoking and admitted that his younger brother and another suspect were taken back from the Shandong police on the grounds that they had criminal records in Jiangxi, and then released privately, allowing the family members to declare their deaths. I asked which other policeman went to Shandong with him to pick him up, and he remained silent for a long time.This procedure cannot be done by one person, so I asked again: "Is there anyone going to Shandong with you?" "No." The mobile phone on his lap rang, and it was a text message from Lao Hao: Shandong police provided the introduction signal number.I wrote down the number and handed it to the person opposite: "This is the number of the introduction signal you opened. There are two names on the letter." He sighed: "he is young, I don't want him to get involved in this matter." I said, "Then why did you let him get involved?" He sighed again. After the interview, Lao Hao was standing in the heavy snow in Xiaoxiao, Shandong, holding his mobile phone silently waiting for my news.At the end of the stumbling dirt road, I saw a glowing golden sunset, Li Ji got out of the car to take a picture of it, and I sent a text message to Lao Hao: "I won." I have done too many shows like this, and for a while I overcorrected and tried too hard.My mother said: "Just like your father, it has the strength of Niuhuangwan." When we were interviewing fraud cases in Shenzhen, the comrades in the Public Security Bureau may have been annoyed by the media interviews and refused to let us in. At the end of the road, Xiaohong, the sound engineer, remembered that he had a classmate who worked in the Shenzhen Municipal Bureau, and he still kept in touch.The other party missed the old days, so he helped find his superior, held a glass bottle as a teacup, took a sip, and spit the tea back into the cup: "Let's go with you." A police officer from the Economic Investigation Brigade was arranged to be interviewed. He was dark and thin, his eyes were shining, and he spoke without a word. I asked: "Why did the police not accept the case after the parties involved reported it to the police?" The police officer said that because of the difference between contract disputes and contract fraud, jurists can't tell.I asked: "I don't know? I don't know how you judge the nature of the case?" He said: "This company did not escape before, so it can only be regarded as an economic dispute." I said, "Didn't he run away after you refused to accept the case?" ...Here and back, talking quickly, forgetting that this interview was reluctantly agreed to by favors, anyway, the expression and tone were a little gentler, but I was fine, raised my eyebrows, got up and left after asking, I didn't know how to smooth things over and find love Make up. When I got out of the car, I felt refreshed. Xiao Hong was sitting on my right hand side. When I turned around, his thumb was bloody. I said, "Hey, what's the matter?" Lao Fan smiled, "You just interviewed me. It’s too ruthless. His classmate stood beside him, and his superior held a glass bottle with sullen face and said nothing. Brother Xiaohong couldn’t explain to him, and he couldn’t interrupt your interview. If you keep asking, keep asking, he will stick his thumb Put it on the door and clamp it, clamp it again and again..." ashamed. It is written that Jia Baoyu dislikes the phrase "An insight into the world is knowledge, and understanding of human feelings is an article", and he feels that it is a philistine.I used to be the same, with a youthful madness, what kind of worldly ways are you talking about?During the interview, everything was driven by me, and there was a kind of cruelty in the self-proclaimed integrity: If this bloody finger hadn’t come from a colleague who was like a relative, I’m afraid I wouldn’t have cared about it. It feels like, for a purpose—even if it is a just purpose, it is another kind of hostility to run over a person's heart like a wheel. 节目播后，收到一箱荔枝，由深圳寄来，我发短信谢那位黑瘦警官。 他回：“我一直尊敬'新闻调查'，其实很多人心里都明白，只是不太说话。不要客气，一点心意，你们受之无愧。” 二〇〇六年，一家杂志采访我，封面照片看得我吓一跳——怎么变这样了我？穿一件男式咖啡色衬衫，卷着袖子，叉着胳膊，面无表情看着镜头。好家伙，铁血女便衣。底下标题是“新闻戏剧的主角”。崔永元劝过我一次：“你不适合调查，跟在别人后面追，那是疯丫头野小子干的事，你去做个读书节目吧。”他怕我有点逼自己。 我深知他的好意，但文静了这么多年，一直泡在自己那点小世界里头，怕热怕冷怕苦怕出门怕应酬，除了眼前，别无所见。有次看漫画，查理·布朗得了抑郁症，露西问：“你是怕猫么？” "no." “是怕狗么？” "no." “那你为什么？” “圣诞节要来了，可我就是高兴不起来。” “我知道了，”这姑娘说，“你需要参与进这个世界。” 是这意思。过去当主持人的时候，我爸天天看，从来没夸过，到了“新闻调查”，做完山西贿选那期后，电话里他说：“嗯，这节目反映了现实。” 长天大地，多摔打吧。大夏天四十度，站在比人高的野玉米地里采访，小腿上全是刺痒，我以为是虫子，后来发现是汗从身上不停地往下流，逼着你没法磨叽和抒情，一个问题一个问题踩实了飞快往前走，采访完满脸通红走到阴凉里头，光脚踩在槐树底下青砖地上冰镇着，从旁边深井里压一桶水上来，胳膊浸进去捞一把出来洗脸，一激灵的清凉。 那几年就是这种盛夏才有的干燥明亮，之前青春期湿答答的劲儿一扫而空。 我一个猛子扎人这世界，一个接一个出差，连气都不换，直到有一天，蹲在西北玉米地边的土墙上，等着天光暗一点录串场，饿了，一个毛头小男孩拿个大馍从我脚下经过，“小孩儿，给我们吃点儿。” 他扫我一眼，一步不停边啃边跑。 过了一阵子，墨绿的玉米地里，远远两个点儿，黑的是他，还有个红的，跑近了是他姐，拿了一塑料袋胖大的馍，还有一小袋猪头肉，和三四根娃娃胳膊粗的黄瓜。 我接住大馍一掰，热气一扑，长提一口气，一口下去，手都颤了。那一下，像是水里一抬头，换气一刹那看见自己，蹲在田地中间半垛窄土墙上，为爬墙脱了鞋，光脚上都是土。傍晚风暴快来满天黑，只有长云的底部痛痛快快一抹鲜红。