At Guan Wei's suggestion, Jiang Chijing followed him to Zheng Mingyi's house to check it out.
The moment he stepped into the entrance, Jiang Chijing's mind could never calm down.
For the voyeur, the room of the voyeur is like a "holy place", and even the air here is more precious than the air on Mount Everest.
Jiang Chijing's heart almost subconsciously burst with excitement, but this excitement was quickly extinguished, because the owner of the room became a prisoner, which was equivalent to walking down the "altar".
His mood changed from excitement to complexity, and after seeing the mess in the house, it changed from complexity to emotion.
The small objects that I used to see in the binoculars in the past are now lying on the ground like this. God knows how much Jiang Chijing wants to restore them to their original appearance.
"It's a bit suspicious that the house was turned like this."
The two came out of the room, took off the shoe covers on their feet, Guan Wei handed over a cigarette, and Jiang Chijing had already brushed his teeth, so he waved his hand to refuse.
"Didn't Zheng Mingyi tell you that he has clues?" Jiang Chijing said, "If this is the truth, would the people just come to find clues?"
"It's not impossible." Guan Wei nodded and exhaled a puff of smoke, "But if this clue really exists, where do you think he would hide?"
Taking it to prison is impossible.
Every prisoner is checked before he goes to jail, and he can't even bring a needle in, let alone something like a memory card.
"Where is my friend, I don't know."
Jiang Chijing understands Zheng Mingyi's living habits, but does not understand his interpersonal relationships.
For example, he knows that Zheng Mingyi likes to sit on the left side of the sofa and watch TV, but he doesn't know if the same is true when friends come, because no one has ever been a guest at Zheng Mingyi's house.
"Let's do this today, and tomorrow I'll ask my friends from the Department of Trace Examination to come and take a look." Guan Wei said.
"Can't we officially file a case?" Jiang Chijing heard what Guan Wei meant.
"You know, Hengxiang's case has been pronounced, and there is little chance of overturning it." Guan Wei said.
Jiang Chijing nodded thoughtfully. He had worked in the court before and knew that it would not be so easy to overturn the case. Even if Zheng Mingyi is telling the truth, if the clues in his hand are not conclusive evidence, the case cannot be reopened.
What's more, he didn't trust the law enforcement agencies, and he was reluctant to hand over the clues in his hands.
Of course, the premise of the above is that Zheng Mingyi is telling the truth.
If what he said is a lie, then he has no clues about the boss's crime at all. It is not so much that he does not trust the police and is unwilling to hand it over.
Thinking of this, Jiang Chijing suddenly realized a question, why should he worry about it
He's just a prison guard, he's really a dog meddling with a rat.
Having said that, Jiang Chijing still tossed and turned because of Zheng Mingyi that night, and barely fell asleep until the middle of the night.
The next morning, he rarely overslept, smeared strawberry jam on the bread in a hurry, and drove all the way to the prison with it in his mouth.
After returning from the letter delivery, the tense morning was finally relieved, but just when Jiang Chijing was sitting in his seat dozing off, Luo Hai suddenly appeared at the door of the library, knocked on the door panel and said, "Do me a favor. "
"What?" Jiang Chijing raised his head in confusion.
As soon as the words fell, a figure in a prison uniform appeared behind Luo Hai. If Jiang Chijing remembered correctly, this person should be in confinement with the other two.
"I need to give him a psychological test." Luo Hai pointed to Zheng Mingyi with his thumb, "Someone in the sewing factory sewed his finger. I have to spend some time to deal with it, and I am too busy now."
For some prisoners who may have underlying psychological problems, the prison will conduct psychological assessments in advance to avoid serious violent and bloody incidents in the future.
Yesterday, Zheng Mingyi beat Lao Jiu so badly. His psychological condition and danger level are enough to attract the attention of the prison.
"Can you print out the question and let him go back and give it to you when he's done?" Jiang Chijing said with a slight resistance, not wanting to trouble himself.
"No." Luo Hai shook his index finger helplessly, "He has dyslexia."
"...Reading?" Jiang Chijing inexplicably glanced at Zheng Mingyi who was standing beside him bored, and then said to Luo Hai, "Do you mean to ask me to read to him?"
"Yes, you just understand." After Luo Hai finished speaking, he turned around halfway, put the tablet in Zheng Mingyi's hand, and said to Jiang Chijing, "I still have to deal with the patient, he will It's over to you."
"Hey, wait!"
Jiang Chijing raised his chin and wanted to call Luo Hai back, but the man disappeared in the doorway, and Zheng Mingyi had already walked in with a tablet and handcuffs on his wrists.
"Where?" Zheng Mingyi asked.
Jiang Chijing reluctantly took the tablet from Zheng Mingyi's hand, pointed to the table and chair closest to his desk with his chin, and said, "Sit over there."
Zheng Mingyi quickly walked over and sat down, then looked at Jiang Chijing motionlessly, his eyes didn't have the meaning of the previous contest, just waiting for Jiang Chijing to speak.
"You can't read?" Jiang Chijing asked.
After all, this was the first time he had spoken to Zheng Mingyi alone. Things that I never dared to do before, have now become a common little thing.
"No." Zheng Mingyi said, "It's just dyslexia."
There are two types of dyslexia, one is dyslexia caused by mental retardation, and the other is dyslexia caused by high IQ.
Many gifted people throughout history were considered "poor students" in childhood, but later studies have shown that these people are typical examples of dyslexia.
Jiang Chijing asked this, just to confirm what kind of situation Zheng Mingyi was in. After all, at the entrance of the entertainment room yesterday, Zheng Mingyi's words still made him brooding.
"Can't you even recognize the question?" Jiang Chi opened the psychological test on the screen and continued to ask.
"One or two lines is fine, but more is not enough." Zheng Mingyi said, "If you want me to do it myself, it may take a day."
"So is the prison exam?" Jiang Chijing asked again, "You don't bother to read the questions."
"It's not that I'm too lazy to read it." Zheng Mingyi said, "It's the question that makes me difficult."
The exam questions are written by Jiang Chijing, and the questions are not difficult to do, but the options are indeed a bit confusing, such as: What is the value orientation at the social level
A Freedom, balance, justice, rule of law
B freedom, equality, fairness, rule of law
C Freedom, equality, justice, rule of law
D Liberty, equality, justice, autonomy
It seems that it is indeed difficult for people with dyslexia. However, Jiang Chijing is more concerned about another issue. Judging from Zheng Mingyi's speech and behavior, it seems that his dyslexia is really the second situation.
That is to say, in the entertainment room yesterday, he did not accidentally discover Jiang Chijing's behavioral loophole.
Jiang Chijing was suddenly a little irritable, and said angrily, "You should really practice your calligraphy."
"My words?" Zheng Mingyi raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't expect Jiang Chijing to care about this question, but his answer jumped as always, "Your words are beautiful."
of course.
Being praised inexplicably, Jiang Chijing's mind suddenly came to a knot, and he didn't know how to answer.
He simply stopped struggling with this issue, turned his attention to the issue in his hand, and began to read questions to Zheng Mingyi.
"People who know you tend to describe you as: A warm and sensitive, B logical and clear."
"No one describes me." Zheng Mingyi said, "I think I am B."
Really rigorous.
Jiang Chijing raised his eyes and glanced at Zheng Mingyi, clicked the option on the tablet, and continued: "Which of the following sounds more attractive to you? A and his lover go to places with many people and frequent social activities. B stay in Do something special with your lover at home, like watch a funny movie and enjoy your favorite food."
"I don't have a lover." Zheng Mingyi said.
"This is a fake." Jiang Chijing suppressed the faint blue veins on his forehead, "Suppose you have a lover, what do you want to do with him?"
Zheng Mingyi looked away, thought for two seconds, then looked at Jiang Chijing again and said, "I can do it, mainly depends on what the other party wants to do."
"..." Jiang Chijing impatiently put the tablet on the table, "Are you kidding me?"
"You asked me what I want to do with my lover." Zheng Mingyi shrugged, as if he didn't understand why Jiang Chijing was angry.
"Answer A and B." Jiang Chijing patiently picked up the tablet again, "other than that, I don't want to hear any nonsense."
"Okay." Zheng Mingyi responded, but immediately said again, "Are you so fierce towards prisoners?"
"Do you still know that you are a prisoner?"
"Then it's B."
"what?"
An English letter suddenly appeared, and Jiang Chijing didn't react for a while.
"I said choose B, stay at home with your lover."
For a simple question, it took such a long circle to get the answer, Jiang Chijing felt that a goddamn cat's tail had been scratching him gently, making him on the verge of madness.
Fortunately, Zheng Mingyi didn't talk about it any more, and Jiang Chijing would answer whatever he asked.
"You like: A has deployment, rhythm work, B has flexibility, looser work."
"A."
"You're happy to have a wide circle of people, A yes, B no."
"B."
"You prefer dogs to cats, A yes, B no."
"B."
About ten minutes later, the knock on the door rang again, Luo Hai walked in from the door of the library, wiped the water stains on his hands with toilet paper, and asked Jiang Chijing, "How is it?"
Jiang Chijing looked at the remaining progress bar and said, "There is still one half."
Luo Hai stretched out his hand towards Jiang Chi Jing: "Then let me do the rest."
"Row."
Jiang Chijing handed the tablet to Luo Hai, but Zheng Mingyi, who was sitting opposite, suddenly said, "I hope Officer Jiang will read it to me."
"Huh?" Luo Hai was stunned, "Why?"
"His voice is better than yours."
Jiang Chijing: "..." Please don't do anything for me