Apart from the matter about Su Ge, Ji Sang rarely visits such social networking sites, so naturally he doesn't know what the network environment looks like in today's society.

However, since Su Ge will experience a cyber violence, such an environment has existed for a long time compared to it.

Lu Ming once proposed to Ji Sang that she would develop into a journalist.

Ji Sang refused.

Due to her own personality and because she doesn't like to communicate too much with others.

But this does not mean that in some aspects, she has no ability to be a journalist.

Ji Sang went into the study and sat down, carefully found the comments that rationally analyzed the case, and then went to the official website to query the information about the entire case, and recorded them one by one.

Lu Ming was indeed not wrong. Ji Sang looked at things from different perspectives of ordinary people and was able to quickly capture favorable information.

In just half an hour, after sorting out the information on the Internet, Ji Sang discovered the common place among all the victims.

Ji Sang first called Lu Ming and briefly explained his discovery.

On the other end of the phone, Lu Ming laughed softly.

"Second station?"

Ji Sang kept his eyebrows closed. If she was not mistaken, the Taiwanese should have paid great attention to this case.

"Um."

Lu Ming responded.

Ji Sang was a little confused about Lu Ming's reaction.

"Don't the Taiwanese plan to follow up on this matter?"

"Jisan"

Lu Ming suddenly called her

"Don't really plan to give it a try?"

Everything she said just now was a new discovery. It can be said that just by sorting out what Ji Sang said just now, it can become a scoop news.

It can even provide direction for police investigations.

Talent is really a magical existence.

He had just had time to read the information for so long, and he was still in a state of understanding the case, not to mention finding something new from it. Moreover, the information in his hand was more detailed than what Ji Sang could find online.

However, she said just now that it took only more than half an hour to find a point that could be broken through.

And it was just based on the existing information and no other searches were conducted deliberately.

This is the gap.

Lu Ming stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the still busy crowd and the bustling streets.

Over the years, he has only contacted such a powerful person.

Same talented.

However, compared with Ji Sang, she is truly on the road of journalists.

Ji Sang was silent for a moment and then gave his own answer.

"Second station, I know very well that what I like is photography."

As for... her behavior just now was just a kindness and kindness.

She really wants to be a journalist, but she can't do it.

Ji Sang knew him well and clearly understood what he wanted.

and.......

To be honest, she was a little disgusted with becoming a journalist, perhaps she should be said to be control.

She didn't know what the specific reason was.

Lu Ming lowered his head and pulled the corner of his mouth silently.

Although Ji Sang's answer was expected, he still felt a little regretful.

"I'll leave this matter to Song Xiu. If you have anything you want to know or want to inform him, you can contact him directly."

"Song Xiu?"

Ji Sang was slightly surprised

"He is now..."

"Well, he wants to go to the direction of the journalist."

This is a point that Lu Ming is more pleased with.

Song Xiu was young, had fighting spirit and was serious in his work. After all, he worked with Ji Sang for a while and learned something from Ji Sang more or less.

Moreover, Song Xiu's family is well off and he may get a lot of information faster than him.

"Okay, I'll contact Song Xiu."

"Um."

Just as the phone was about to hang up, Ji Sang suddenly remembered the incident at Wenyang Sanatorium. His eyebrows and eyes moved slightly, and Ji Sang thought for a moment.

"I went to Wenyang Sanatorium a few days ago."

Lu Ming, who had originally planned to put down his phone, heard this and his eyes changed slightly.

"Did you go to Wenyang Sanatorium?"

"Um."

Lu Ming narrowed his eyes slightly

"What are you doing there?"

"A friend of my father is the dean there. He happened to go shopping that day and pick the scenery."

Father's friend?

Lu Ming's eyebrows and eyes moved slightly and chuckled

"Why do you think about telling me?"

It was the first time Ji Sang tried to get his own information through conversations. He was a little guilty, not to mention that his opponent was Lu Ming.

"I just suddenly remembered that Uncle Yong mentioned you. Auntie...is there."

"Um"

Ji Sang didn't know how to continue.

She is not a person who knows how to talk about family matters, not to mention that she is just guessing.

I think Lu Ming came to Wenyang Sanatorium not just because of his mother.

This is just her sixth sense.

No evidence.

"Then...I'll hang up first."

It can be said that the first attempt was a complete failure.

However, what Ji Sang didn't know was that after hanging up the phone, Lu Ming stood alone in front of the window for a long time.

......

Because of Fu Yis' busyness, Ji Sang's preparations for the vacation are all his own.

But Ji Sang was injured in his left hand, so he could only take his time.

To be honest, people who love photography can endure loneliness.

Staying alone in such a big house can always find a way to feel at ease.

After calling Song Xiu, Ji Sang sat on the balcony, blew the cool night breeze and began to think about why he had never wanted to think about changing careers and becoming a journalist.

Is it really just because of personality?

It doesn't seem to be right either.

No matter how well fear is hidden, she can more or less perceive it.

What are you afraid of?

She didn't know either.

I just vaguely feel that I can't escape the memory I was in a child.

That's why she wanted to remember it so early.

but.....

Ji Sang narrowed his eyebrows slightly. The formal treatment had already begun. She went to Chang Li twice. But there was no sign of her memory when she was a child.
To be continued...