Chapter 59 Section fifty-seven

The feeling of fatigue hit overwhelmingly. Mikami leaned back in the chair.There was an atmosphere of "waiting for sentencing" in the advertising room.Maybe put your ear on the door and hear it from the beginning to the end!When Mikami returned to the press room, Suwa gave him an extremely polite salute, and only said: "Thank you for your hard work." Meiyun's eyes were swollen from crying, and she couldn't hear what she was saying Say what.As for Zangqian... He was sitting at his desk in the corner staring at the computer screen, with a strange and confused expression on his face, which was very close to the atmosphere in the room.Everything is so natural, neither a posturing nor to protect oneself, but the most primitive appearance of the lowest-level affairs department of the organization.

It is ironic that only Zangqian, who has never gone deep into the work of advertising, can clearly see the "inside" and "outside" scenery.Just like the relationship between the criminal department and the police department, the advertising room and the reporter room.Although they are independent and completely different existences, as long as they are overlooked from a transcendent perspective, both are residents living in the same well.Not to mention the professional broadcaster Suwa, even Mikami and even Miyun forgot to look up at the sky, and just wanted to find an answer in the well.The real "outside" is not the media, but Mingchuan and Amemiya.But they couldn't see such a natural thing.

What about journalists?Would it occur to them that they themselves were accomplices in the same well?Are they willing to admit that it was the advertising room and the reporter room that exposed the old man's body to the wilderness?I was obsessed with the anonymity of the pregnant woman, and I forgot to write a report.In fact, it only took one phone call to the hospital or the city hall to find out the news of the old man's death, but no one confirmed it.If they were still a little sad, things would turn around.The "window" to the outside world can only be opened by the concerted efforts of both parties...

Suwa told him: "No reporter went to protest with the top." Yeah? "A club general meeting is currently being held." Yeah?Already started? Mikami found himself closing his eyes.It's no wonder that I didn't sleep at all last night.Just thinking about this incident seems to be unable to resist the invasion of drowsiness. Dad, not yet! You can't open your eyes yet! Not yet, not yet!not yet!not yet! what!Dad, you are stupid!Didn't you say you can't open your eyes yet? The body was pushed a bit. open one's eyes.Can it be opened already? "The broadcaster..."

In front of him was Suwa's big face. "The reporters are here." While struggling to sit up, a pink blanket slid from his shoulders.There is a line of people standing at desks.A lot of people—that's how the brain judges. Mikami looked at the clock on the wall.He slept for thirty minutes, no, forty minutes. Then he looked at the reporters. Akikawa, Utsuki, Ushiyama, Sudou, Ryase, Kagami, Yamashina, Kakuike, Namie... all the reporters from the thirteen newspapers that had joined the club had arrived. Mikami patted his cheeks with both hands, then pushed the chair away to face the group of people.

Akikawa handed out a piece of paper without saying a word. Mikami took the paper without saying a word. Boycotted, canceled... Mikami knew that Suwa who was standing beside him was letting out a heavy breath.There are five scheduled questions written on the paper.Mikami skimmed through it quickly.The content is nothing more than the impressions of the inspection or the direction of future investigations. They are all normal questions, and no malice or hostility can be detected. "We don't need a new broadcaster - it's a unanimous club decision." Yamashina completely put away his usual foolishness and said.The expression on his face is surprising, it turns out that he also has such a serious expression!Upon closer inspection, everyone's expressions were unprecedentedly serious.Even Akikawa turned from cynicism, looking purely like a young man full of enthusiasm for his work.

Feel a gust of wind brush your cheeks.He looked back thinking the window was open, but it wasn't. "Also, return this to you." Akikawa put two pieces of paper stapled together on his desk, which turned out to be Ming Chuan Ryoji's wealth investigation.When he left the press room, he pasted the two pieces of paper on the whiteboard along with the statement paper. "We didn't see anything, we didn't hear anything - that's what we were supposed to do." Yeah? Mikami nodded vigorously, looking into Akikawa's eyes.He finally worked up the courage to reach out.Although the opponent didn't hold back, he didn't shake it off either.Akikawa dodged his eyes for a moment, then turned and left.The others also left one after another after greeting Mikami.Mikami looked into the eyes of each of them one by one.No one wins and no one loses.When was the last time you saw such a scene of leaving the room?

The moment the door closed, Suwa clenched his fists and raised his hands high, silently shouting banzai.Mei Yun also applauded silently, and stood up with a crying and laughing expression on her face.Kuramae breathed a sigh of relief while bending his body into a "く" shape, just passing by Suwa who was about to give him a high five. Mikami pushed back the chair, picked up the blanket from the floor, and waved it in mid-air. "Whose one?" Mei Yun jogged forward.Mikami handed her the blanket and said, "You should be proud, it's all thanks to your strategy without a strategy."

"The broadcaster..." Mikami didn't look at her overly touched expression, stretched his neck and said to Kuramae: "Do you want to teach those reporters the secrets of interviewing?" Then he met the eyes of Suwa who was laughing, and seized the moment and said: "Suwa...thank you." Mikami turned the chair around so that his body faced the window.It didn't matter if they thought he was trying to hide his shame.His eyes fell on the paper on his lap.The most normal question... There is only more than a year left before the deadline for prosecution, has the officer really thought about the policy to solve the case?

The execution ground has been covered. The field of advertising is not Dallas.What will the criminal department do?How many people will be involved in this final holy war? He has fulfilled his duties as a publicity officer, and although he has lost a lot because of it, he may lose more things in the future.However, his heart was clear and transparent, anxiety and remorse all slowly settled, and the upper level of clarity was rippling in his heart like salvation. Laughter came from behind. Mikami savored the only real feeling carefully. Not in the criminal department room but here, he finally has his own men...