There is a large supermarket near the community where Jiang Chijing lives, where agricultural products produced by the southern prison are sold.
Jiang Chijing knew for a long time that the strawberry jam he was eating was produced in prison, but the glass jar in his hand was not the same as the one sold in the supermarket.
This is obviously not an assembly line product in a factory.
Listening to Lao Wang's remarks, this is Zheng Mingyi's handmade strawberry jam, which seems to be somewhat different from the factory's products.
Jiang Chijing put the jar of jam on the passenger seat, started the car and drove out of the prison parking lot.
Recently, Jiang Chijing has had a vague idea in his heart, he always felt that Zheng Mingyi knew that he was his neighbor.
Whether it's perfume, or the distance where you live, Zheng Mingyi's probing is too precise, as if it had a clear purpose from the very beginning.
And Jiang Chijing's answer is not qualified.
Zheng Mingyi asked him why his bedroom was full of his perfume, but Jiang Chijing chose to avoid it. Normally, he should be baffled by Zheng Mingyi's question, because he wouldn't know that someone smashed a bottle of perfume into Zheng Mingyi's bedroom.
As for the question of distance, Jiang Chijing's answer directly revealed that he knew Zheng Mingyi's home address.
He can have many excuses to perfunctory, such as he is a prison guard, he has seen Zheng Mingyi's detailed information, but Zheng Mingyi did not give him a chance to perfunctory. Keep asking.
It felt as if Zheng Mingyi already had the answer in his heart, just to confirm it again.
Simply a pain in the ass.
If Jiang Chijing's first impression of Zheng Mingyi is that this man is very sexy, and the second impression is that this man is dangerous, then the third impression is that this man is very brainy.
As the car drove towards his community, Jiang Chijing gradually accepted the fact that he might have been exposed.
But he still couldn't understand, when and why it was exposed, and how much Zheng Mingyi knew about his little hobbies.
But what is certain is that he first said "I believe" to Zheng Mingyi and expressed his trust, which is why Zheng Mingyi made such a "self-exploding" move.
Slowly stopping at the entrance of the large supermarket, Jiang Chijing unfastened his seat belt, not wanting to waste his brain cells for Zheng Mingyi.
On the weekends, you should relax and bring the prison affairs to the rest day, which is really not Jiang Chijing's way of doing things.
He went to the supermarket to do some shopping and bought everything on the list, but he didn't buy strawberry jam.
A jar of jam can last for half a month, and now there are more than one jar in the car. If you buy it in advance, you can only put it on the shelf to consume it.
After returning home, Jiang Chijing put the large and small bags on the coffee table, then picked up the can of Sanwu products with no production date, no quality certificate, and no manufacturer, and came to the kitchen.
He took out a spoon in the cupboard, dug out a small spoonful of strawberry jam from the glass jar and tasted it. The mouth was filled with the sweetness of the whole mouth. After sipping it carefully, he could feel the slightly sourness of strawberries. aroma.
Good and sweet.
Jiang Chijing frowned, his shoulders shrank so sweetly that goosebumps appeared on his back.
Is Zheng Mingyi trying to get tired of him
Everyone's feelings about ups and downs are different, but for Jiang Chijing, this jar of strawberry jam is too sweet.
He hesitated for a while, and finally went out again, went to the supermarket to buy a few lemons, and reprocessed these three non-products to barely meet his taste.
This weekend, Jiang Chijing spent most of the day tending his lawn, and by the way, he also washed the garage and the road in front of the door.
The small bungalow opposite was still as depressed as ever, the courtyard was overgrown with weeds, and the goose-yellow curtains in the bedroom turned dark gray. There should be no one to sort out the overturned items in the house, and I am afraid a lot of dust has accumulated.
I don't know how Zheng Mingyi will feel when he sees his house like this after he is released from prison.
But then again, this small house has been sealed up by the court, and it might be auctioned off before Zheng Mingyi is released from prison.
Even if Zheng Mingyi finally clears his grievances, according to the law, the person who took the small house does not need to return the property rights, and Zheng Mingyi will no longer be his neighbor.
It seems to have gone a bit far.
During this period of time, the house opposite has been empty, and Jiang Chijing has no one to peep, but gradually got used to it.
His voyeurism didn't seem to be as serious as he thought, just like he was too lazy to watch the prisoners in the recreation room smoking and playing cards. If there were no people who interested him, then he would not be interested in voyeurism at all.
That night, before going to sleep, Jiang Chijing wound up the old clock again.
I don't know what's going on. Recently, this watch has been running slower and slower. It only needed to be wound once two or three days ago, but now it has to be wound almost every day. Maybe this is a common problem of old watches. If it doesn't work, Jiang Chijing may have to buy another new watch.
Putting the watch on the bedside table, Jiang Chijing lay down on the bed.
The advantage of living in the suburbs is that it is very quiet at night and there is no annoying light pollution.
After Jiang Chijing closed his eyes, the world in his eyes was only quiet darkness, but before he could fall asleep, the darkness in front of him suddenly began to flicker, mixed with ominous red light.
He immediately realized that something was wrong, opened his eyes suddenly, opened the curtains, and saw that the small house opposite was surrounded by the raging fire, and the large bedroom window was spraying flames frantically.
"It's on fire, put out the fire!"
There were already neighbors wearing pajamas who came out to put out the fire. Jiang Chijing quickly called the fire alarm, and then got out of bed and joined the fire fighting army.
The fire truck arrived soon. The firefighters took over the fire hydrant pipes in the hands of the residents and cooperated with the high-pressure water gun on the fire truck. The fire was finally extinguished within an hour.
Neighbors were chatting around, and Jiang Chijing vaguely heard some information. For example, some people said that a fire of this magnitude must have an accelerant, otherwise it would not burn so fast or take so long to put out.
When Jiang Chijing returned home, he called Guan Wei and told him that Zheng Mingyi's house was on fire. Guan Wei immediately rushed over from the city and stood in front of the "ruins" of Zheng Mingyi's house, looking very angry.
"I recently mentioned to my superiors the matter of investigating Hengxiang's agency, but there is no evidence to file a case."
"What kind of evidence do you want?" Jiang Chijing asked. He doesn't know much about the economic case, but he somewhat knows that the regulator will not inspect an institution for no reason, and only if something suspicious appears, will the case be filed for investigation.
"The last time Hengxiang was investigated, it was because there were obvious abnormal fluctuations in the stocks they shorted. This matter has ended with Zheng Mingyi's imprisonment, and it is impossible to re-investigate. Unless there are new abnormal fluctuations in the stock market, or other Suspicious clues appear, otherwise, it is impossible to file a case against Hengxiang."
Jiang Chijing frowned and thought for a moment, then asked, "So the most important thing is the clue in Zheng Mingyi's hand, right?"
"Yes, I am inclined to believe that Zheng Mingyi does have clues now." Guan Wei said, "Otherwise, there is no such thing as a coincidence. I only proposed to my superiors a few days ago, and Zheng Mingyi's house was burned down here. already."
After all, this is the third time someone has invaded Zheng Mingyi's house. It must have been because he didn't find what he wanted the first two times, and he still felt uneasy, so he simply set a torch to set Zheng Mingyi's house on fire.
"What kind of clue is it?" Jiang Chijing asked.
"In the last call, he mentioned that there are photos and recordings of Wu Peng, the owner of Hengxiang Institution, having a meal with an important person."
"Could it be hidden on the Internet?"
"We checked his computer, and there is no record of uploading these things. And things on the Internet are easy to erase, and he will definitely have them in his hands."
"Is that so?" Jiang Chijing pondered, "So it's still in the memory card."
"Headache." Guan Wei scratched the back of his head indiscriminately, "His interpersonal relationship is very simple, he has checked everything that can be checked, but he can't take this thing into prison. Could it be that it was really burned?"
Jiang Chijing raised his chin and looked at Zheng Mingyi's house, and even the window frames were burnt and deformed. If the thing is really in his house, even if he hides it perfectly, I am afraid it has lost its value now.
"Don't worry." Jiang Chijing said, "He must have a backer."
Guan Wei withdrew his gaze from Zheng Mingyi's room, looked at Jiang Chijing inexplicably and asked, "How do you know?"
"Intuitive." Jiang Chijing said.
Zheng Mingyi's brain is so good, he will definitely hide clues in the safest place. It mainly depends on whether he is willing to believe Guan Wei and hand over the clues.
Thinking of this, Jiang Chijing exhaled and looked at Guan Wei faintly: "I said you should do a good self-examination?"
"Hey, I also know there must be ghosts." Guan Wei couldn't help but swear.
In this case, Jiang Chijing was absolutely reluctant to hand over his chips easily.
"I applied for a meeting before, but he didn't agree." Guan Wei said, "I want to apply again next week, can you help talk to him?"
Jiang Chijing fell silent. To be honest, he didn't really want to help Guan Wei.
It's not that he is too lazy to take care of it, but Zheng Mingyi himself doesn't trust Guan Wei. If he goes to be the guarantor, if something goes wrong on Guan Wei's side, he really can't explain to Zheng Mingyi.
"Don't worry, I'll just chat with him casually." Guan Wei said, "He should also want to know the current situation of Hengxiang?"
Jiang Chijing thought about it carefully again, it would not hurt Zheng Mingyi to know more about the situation outside, and besides, he is very smart and can make appropriate judgments, so he said: "Okay, I will tell him.
Jiang Chijing doesn't like to meddle in the private affairs of prisoners, because the chance of an unjust case is really very, very small. He can see which people are truly remorseful, but it does not mean that these people deserve sympathy.
In the past six months of working in the Southern Prison, only Zheng Mingyi has been framed and imprisoned. It was also the first time that Jiang Chijing encountered such a situation. His useless sense of justice was always beating him. Maybe he could provide Zheng Mingyi with a little help.
On Monday of the new week, Zheng Mingyi came to the library as usual.
Jiang Chijing sat in the office area as usual, turned on the computer, entered the password, looked at the computer screen and asked, "How do you know that I like strawberry jam?"
Zheng Mingyi used the wrist he just released, and replied in a flat tone: "I happened to see you in the supermarket and bought it."
This is no longer a temptation, nor a hint, but a clear statement to Jiang Chijing: I live near your house.
Jiang Chijing paused as he entered the password, then hit the Enter key, and the computer played a pleasant boot sound.
He leaned back on the back of the chair, looked at Zheng Mingyi and said, "Yesterday your house was burned down."
Neither of them mentioned the issue of the address, but the exchange of information has been completed tacitly.
No one is hiding anymore, they are all taking the initiative to tell each other, I know you know that I am your neighbor.
"What's going on?" Zheng Mingyi asked.
"It should be the same group as before." Jiang Chijing said.
Zheng Mingyi fell into deep thought after hearing this, Jiang Chijing boredly tapped the table with his index finger, and said, "By the way, the strawberry jam you made is too sweet, I have to make it myself."
"Really?" Zheng Mingyi raised his eyebrows and looked at Jiang Chijing, "I thought you were eating very sweet, so I put more sugar for you."
Jiang Chijing was speechless: "Which of your eyes saw me eating sweet?"
"I don't know." Zheng Mingyi tilted his head slightly and looked at Jiang Chijing up and down, "I just think you are sweet."