Listening to Zhao Wenbo's tone, this kid seemed a little frustrated. Maybe he encountered a problem during the investigation, and he didn't have a clue to solve it, so he simply called Shen Xing.
"Where is Li Naijing?" Shen Xing asked.
"She just left and said she was going back to sleep." Zhao Wenbo paused and continued: "She hasn't closed her eyes for two days."
"Is it so difficult?" Shen Xing was curious, "Those cases are now determined to be managed by the special investigation team? Has it been confirmed that it is the newspaper?"
"There is no confirmation, but it seems to be the same again." Zhao Wenbo scratched his head over there, "To be honest, if there is a team... er, Zheng Ruijun is here, he might already have eyebrows."
Not long after, Shen Xing hung up the phone.
Sitting in the shop, he checked the time. It was noon at this time, and the courier company would come and collect the wood carvings sent to Su Tong in a while.
After waiting for about half an hour, after Su Tong's woodcarving was transported away, Shen Xing closed the shop and took a taxi to the Dacheng Printing Factory in the northeastern suburb of the city.
At the gate of the printing factory, Shen Xing paid the money and got off the car. He saw a sheriff in uniform standing outside the duty room at the gate of the factory, and walked immediately after seeing him.
"Shen, sir, hello!"
Shen Xing waved his hand and said with a smile: "I'm not an officer, I just came to help."
"Then trouble Mr. Shen." The sheriff seemed to be very good at talking, and immediately smiled and nodded.
Shen Xing had a good impression of him and walked into the printing factory under the guidance of the sheriff.
The printing plant is not very large, but there is still a certain scale, and the division of the plant is very strict. The workers are all wearing uniforms, wearing hats and gloves to prevent ink contamination, but there are not many workers at this time.
According to the sheriff who led the way, it is not working time at this moment. Their normal working hours are after seven o'clock in the evening and work overnight. By seven o'clock in the morning the next day, they will basically finish work one after another.
If you encounter temporary printing tasks, a three-shift work system will be implemented.
Nowadays, a printing plant of this size, unless it has cooperation with some large units, is basically difficult to mix up, and it is basically eaten up by some small printing shops and advertising companies.
Upon arriving in one of the printing rooms, Shen Xing immediately saw Zhao Wenbo and three other people standing beside a rotary printing press.
One of the three people was wearing the uniform of a sheriff, and the other two seemed to be from the factory, and they had been with Zhao Wenbo all the time.
Seeing Shen Xing coming, Zhao Wenbo greeted him immediately, couldn't hide the gratitude in his eyes, and beckoned to Shen Xing.
Shen Xing walked quickly, Zhao Wenbo immediately put a high hat on him and introduced to the two men: "This Shen Xing, Chief Shen, an expert specially hired by our investigation team."
He also introduced the two people to Shen Xing: "This is Hu Dacheng, the director of the printing factory, this is the office director of the factory, Deng..."
"Just call me Xiao Deng." The office director immediately smiled.
"Director Hu, Director Deng, hello!" Shen Xing smiled and nodded.
"Hello, hello, Chief Shen!" Hu Dacheng and Director Deng replied.
"Is this machine the problem?" Shen Xing pointed to the runner and asked.
"No, this is batch printing. The problem is the plate making machine in the room over there." Director Deng immediately pointed to a small room next door.
Several people walked over, and the factory was filled with the smell of ink and an unknown volatile smell.
After walking into the room, Shen Xing found that it was basically the setting of an ordinary office, but it was filled with a lot of paper scraps and the smell of thick ink.
There are three computers and a plate making machine in the office. To be honest, the plate making machine is like a white ice coffin at first glance. If there is no light flashing and making a sound, it is easy to give people this weird illusion. .
"All three computers are connected to the plate making machine and can print out samples." Hu Dacheng pointed to the three computers in the room.
This Hu Dacheng wore a loose suit without a tie, his brain was full of fat, his stomach was billowing, and he even gasped for words.
Shen Xing pondered for a moment and asked: "So, no matter which computer is connected to print, which page will be blank?"
"Yes, it will appear." Hu Dacheng said: "I thought that the plate making machine was broken and could not be repaired, so I specially replaced it with a new one. The result was the same. I knew..."
Speaking of this, Hu Dacheng closed his mouth in pain.
"It is impossible for three computers to have problems at the same time." Director Deng said next to him.
"Is there a ready-made layout that has already been arranged? I'll take a sample and show it." Shen Xing said.
"Didn't you have one shot just now?" Zhao Wenbo reminded.
Director Deng hurried to the side of the plate making machine, took a large sample from the table with both hands and handed it over, "This is what was typed just now."
Shen Xing took a look and shook his head: "I want to watch the printing process on the spot."
When the words fell, he withdrew his different eyes from this sample.
Except for the blank version of the sample, the fifth version looks normal, and the entire layout does not appear to represent an abnormal red atmosphere.
So Shen Xing needs to make sure if there will be a red smell during the printing process.
Hu Dacheng instructed Director Deng: "Go and type one out."
Director Deng immediately went out and called a staff member in. The staff member sat in front of one of the computers and operated it for a while. The plate making machine in front of him started to run, and there was a slight turning sound.
Not long after, a new sample was printed out.
Director Deng was about to run over to show Shen Xing the new sample, but Shen Xing suddenly shook his head and said, "Don't watch it."
When the words fell, he turned around and left the office regardless of the strange looks of other people, still turning on the different pupils and walking in the direction of the rotary machine.
There was no abnormality in the process that the samples were printed just now, so Shen Xing temporarily shifted his focus and began to inspect the web printing press responsible for mass printing of finished newspapers.
"Is there any problem with the plate making machine?" Zhao Wenbo hurried to his side and asked softly.
Shen Xing shook his head: "I haven't seen the abnormality for the time being, it should not be the problem there."
"But after the samples came out there, they all changed to a blank version." Zhao Wenbo said.
Shen Xing stopped and looked at him sideways: "If I told you that there were fonts in the sample, but they ran away after they were printed, you said it was a problem with the sample or the font?"
Zhao Wenbo was taken aback: "It can grow on its own feet, of course it is a font problem!"
"So I have to see now, where are these fonts going!" Shen Xing said.
When the words fell, he squatted down, almost lying on the ground, looking at the bottom of the rotary printing press.
Here he finally saw a looming red breath. (End of this chapter)