Wenhui shuddered with fear.
But soon, she realized that the person behind her was not a ghost, but a human.
"Ms. Wen," she felt the cold barrel of a gun against her back, and a soft voice sounded in her ears, "Don't move."
Wen Hui was flustered: "Who are you? What do you want to do?"
"Don't worry, I'm not here to harm you." The ghost behind him said slowly, "Since you are willing to open the door for me, I will let you live."
Wen Hui was shocked. She didn't expect that she had let the bad guy in with her own hands: "What do you want? Money?"
"Fang Limin's people are outside." Jian Jing said, "If you leave now, I don't need to tell you what will happen to you."
Fine beads of sweat appeared on her neck. Wen Hui said in a low voice: "Did Fang Limin send you here?"
"I'm not his lackey. I'm here to help you." Jian Jing smiled, "It depends on whether you are willing to cooperate."
Wen Hui was silent for a moment: "Do you want me to do it?"
Jian Jing opened the recording on the phone in her pocket: "Why did you kidnap Fang Yan?" As she asked, she pressed the barrel of the gun forward to give her pressure, "You must lie."
Wen Hui licked her lips unconsciously and said dryly, "Yes, it was an accident. I thought about it." She told the whole story one by one, and she felt a little aggrieved. "I just wanted to attend your wedding, but you thought I was embarrassing. I have been thinking about you, but you never thought about me. It seems like it's all my fault. Can I give birth to you by myself?"
good question.
Jian Jing couldn't hold back her laughter and started thinking quickly.
"You're lucky. I hate Fang Limin." She said slowly, "In this way, I can let you go, but don't even think about blackmailing you."
Wen Hui asked, "Is my husband okay?"
"I just fainted." Jian Jing was curious, "Are you concerned about me?"
"Girl, you are still young, aren't you?" Wen Hui said with the tone of an experienced person, "Whether a man is good or not has nothing to do with whether he treats you well or not. He has a lot of bad habits, but he is willing to do the math for me, so I can leave him."
Jian Jing tilted her head: "Then you'll run away."
Wen Hui's eyes showed signs of struggle.
"I have another idea," she said slowly, "that will allow both of you to survive."
Wen Hui hesitated for a moment and said, "You go ahead."
Jane Jing whispered this and that.
Wen Hui was silent for a long time, then gritted her teeth and said, "Okay."
"Very good." Jian Jing put away the gun and dragged the unconscious Fang Yan out of the toilet.
Then he opened the window and called the security guard outside: "I found your young master."
The hidden security guard was overjoyed and quickly took over.
"He doesn't look well. Send him to the hospital immediately." Jian Jing had a serious face, as if Fang Yan was about to die.
The security guard was startled and quickly carried the person on his back and ran away, while at the same time using the phone to contact the secretary and others who were waiting.
The secretary immediately contacted Jian Jing: "Ms. Jian, have you found Ms. Wen?"
"I didn't see it, so he ran away." Jian Jing said, "Send Fang Yan to the hospital first."
The secretary agreed, but sent another security guard to search.
The man was not as tall as the previous security guard, but he was very smart. He climbed in through the window with a smile and said, "Miss Jian, let me search. Maybe there are still some guys here."
Jian Jing smiled: "Okay, then will you stay with me or separate?"
"Let's go together." The security guard turned on the flashlight.
Jian Jing walked forward first and turned into the mirror room next to it.
This is the signature feature of the haunted house. The huge room is filled with large mirrors, which disrupt people's sense of direction through layers of reflected images. From time to time, some strange images are inserted to scare people to death.
The security guard was originally following Jian Jing closely, but the images in the mirror were everywhere, and he lost her due to a momentary misalignment.
In the distance, there seemed to be the sound of an engine.
Wenhui ran away with her boyfriend.
As soon as she saw several security guards outside to meet her, she believed Jian Jing's words without a doubt.
It turned out to be someone sent by Fang Limin. She knew him very well. If they fell into his hands, they might be on the news tomorrow: a middle-aged couple was driving in the middle of the night and accidentally hit a car/fell into a reservoir, the car was destroyed and the couple died.
She immediately cooperated with Jian Jing to open the mechanism of the mirror house, and then she carried her boyfriend in a wheelchair, got in the car and ran away.
She left the park from the back door and sped along the path, but not long after, she saw a black car following them.
It was other people arranged by Fang Limin.
Jian Jing said to her, "There are four people coming with me, but there is only one car. This is scientific. I suspect someone is following you. If you go out the back door and encounter a car following you..."
She didn't say anything else, but Wenhui understood what she meant.
If there was no one following her, she might be able to succeed if she ran away. But if someone was following her, she would definitely die if she followed her plan.
Wenhui gave up her extravagant hope of running away.
As planned, she headed straight for a police station and crashed her car into the gate. Before she could get out of the car, she was surrounded by several policemen.
"I'm here to turn myself in." Wen Hui was not a ruthless person. The original plan was completed, and the anger in her heart not only did not subside, but burned even more fiercely. So the next sentence was, "Save me, someone wants to kill me. My son is dead."
Police officer on the scene: Oh no!
She rolled down her window and raised her hand, "Which one is Officer Monsoon?"
Ji Feng, who was eating an omelet at the door, said: "Huh?"
"Miss Jian persuaded me to turn myself in," Wen Hui said, "Can I open the car door and come out?"
Ji Feng: Fuck!
If you are in the right position, the results will come from the sky!
What kind of fairy is Teacher Jian? !
The second security guard was trapped in the mirror house, and Jian Jing didn't take the remaining Lu Yu seriously at all.
She calculated the time silently. Twenty minutes later, Ji Feng called her and said, "Teacher Jian, I am not very happy with your gift."
Jian Jing ignored the joy in his words and said coldly, "Because your branch is close."
"You are very kind."
"This case is very complicated, but it will definitely be easy to handle." She simply recounted the cause and effect, "My request is very high, don't let them die."
Ji Feng said: "That's not the case. It was twenty years ago."
Jian Jing was half-believing and half-doubting. Every time she thought she understood this world, she would find that some things were the same as before.
For example, the two security guards who came with us today are very different from those I have seen in the past. They are very capable, like the private armies of the wealthy people seen in American TV dramas before.
But no matter what, the person was found by the police and the mission was accomplished.
Jian Jing released the trapped security guard and asked nonchalantly, "Why are you wandering around here?"
The security guard was already somewhat suspicious of her and deliberately asked, "Where did Miss Jian go? The mechanism here is open, and it is difficult for ordinary people to get out."
"Do you usually watch variety shows?" Jian Jing asked in reply.
The security guard was stunned and shook his head.
"If you've ever watched a haunted house variety show, you wouldn't ask me that." She smiled. "It's hard for ordinary people to get out, but that doesn't mean I can't get out."
security guard:"… "
She clapped her hands and left.
Lu Yu was waiting outside. When he saw them, he couldn't help but ask, "Where are they?"
"No." Jian Jing asked, "Has the groom been sent to the hospital? How is his condition?"
"It's just an anesthetic. You'll wake up after the effect wears off." Lu Yu's face was filled with unconcealed joy, and he said easily, "The wedding is over, and the bride is fine."
Jian Jing said "Oh" and asked, "Is Mr. Fang still in the club?"
"Well, what?"
"Then let's go back first." A meaningful smile appeared on her lips.
When we returned to the club, the dinner was just coming to an end.
The guests all knew that although Mrs. Fang's stomach disease had relapsed accidentally, she was fine after emergency treatment. The bride had already rushed to the hospital to take care of her mother with the groom.
All in all, it's a perfect ending.
Jian Jing washed up in the restroom of the club, tidied up her messy hair, and brushed off the dust and grass on her clothes. Because of the fight, her shirt was wrinkled, so she asked the waiter to bring a handheld iron to iron it flat again.
The minor wounds were cleaned with medicine and a thin layer of makeup was applied on the face to cover up the marks.
After she finished cleaning up, she became an ordinary customer again. No one could guess what she had done before.
Although the dinner was almost over, she couldn't skip dinner as Lu Yu was there.
She had a high-quality Chinese meal. The dishes were not particularly novel, but they were very delicious. The fish soup in particular was fresh, tender and smooth, and it helped to dispel the day's fatigue.
When the time was almost up, the secretary came over and said, "Ms. Jian, the landlord wants to see you."
Jian Jing was waiting, she wiped her mouth and followed him into the room.
The landlord was waiting for her in the study of the suite. When he saw her come in, he waved for everyone else to leave.
The secretary and security guard stepped back, closed the door, and waited outside the suite.
"Miss Jian." The landlord sat behind the table and looked down at her. "You let the person I wanted run away."
Jian Jing: “Oh?”
"Although I don't know why you did this," the landlord said calmly, "it is obviously a wise decision."
Jian Jing smiled: "I think you also made an unwise choice."
Mr. Fang tilted his head slightly and said, "I'd like to hear the details."
"You should have asked them all to leave." Jian Jing opened her handbag and pretended to take something out, but in fact she took out the revolver stored in the prop card and held it in her hand.
There was a flash of surprise in Fang Dong's eyes. He didn't expect her to say such words or do such things. However, it was only surprise.
said: "This is not a girl's toy."
Jian Jing didn't say anything, and pressed the latch on the left side of the gun body with the thumb of her right hand.
The cylinder popped out to the left, revealing an empty magazine.
Jian Jing began to load bullets into it, one after another, five in total, leaving only one empty space.
"When I was little, I loved watching gambling movies. I don't know which movie it was, but the one that used a revolver as a gambling plate left a deep impression on me." She said slowly, "At that time, I really wanted to try it out to see if it was fun or not."
After loading, she shook the magazine to Fang Dong, and it returned to its place with a "click".
Mr. Fang is indeed a man who has experienced many ups and downs. He smiled and said, "You are very courageous."
Jian Jing stared at him.
The head of this wealthy group still maintained his original look, only with a little more satisfaction and happiness than before.
She turned the cylinder, causing it to tumble a few times, completely confusing the order.
"Director Fang is really brave. He's not afraid at all." She smiled, stood up suddenly, held the handle with her right hand, covered her right hand with her left hand, spread her feet apart, and put her right foot to the side and back.
Mr. Fang's eyebrows twitched slightly.
Although she knows nothing about shooting, there are many proficient people around her. One can see that her posture is very standard and she is definitely doing it for fun.
"Six bullet positions, five bullets. Let's take a gamble. Director Fang's luck is good enough today." Jian Jing curled the corners of her lips, her tone was unusually gentle and beautiful.
The landlord sighed and said gently, "Ms. Jane, please put down the gun and we can talk." At first glance, this sounded like a sign of weakness, but it was not the case.
His tone was coaxing, like a father talking to his daughter, or like an owner talking to his pet.
Jian Jing knew why she was afraid.
"Does Mr. Fang think that I dare not shoot, so he is giving me a way out?" She laughed, "Yes, your bodyguard is outside the door. If I kill you, my future will be ruined, and I can run away."
The landlord did not comment.
Are guns scary? Yes, they are.
But it also depends on who holds it.
In his opinion, Jian Jing's threat of holding a gun to scare him was not threatening at all.
Because she had no reason to shoot.
"Before, you said that people like me cherish life and have principles, and you thought you saw through me." Jian Jing said slowly, "Now, I'm holding a gun to your head, and you still feel that everything is under control. However, out of a man's 'love' for a woman, you pretended to be scared and saved my face... You feel good about yourself, right?"
The smile on Fang Liming's face disappeared.
He frowned, as if he wanted to say something. But at this moment, his eyes caught her action—her slender white fingers pulled the trigger.
My brain was confused for a moment.
boom.
Cold sweat dripped down, soaking my back in an instant.
At one point, Fang Limin thought he was going to die this time, but he never thought he would die in this way and at this time.
How can it be?!
Boom, boom, boom, my heart started beating fast, my calves cramped, and my eyes were blurred with sweat.
"Ah, haha." Jian Jing imitated the Grim Reaper's catchphrase with a smile on her face, "Your luck is really bad, what a pity."
She put the gun away neatly and sat back in her chair as if nothing had happened, crossing her legs in an elegant posture.
"Where were we talking about just now?" she asked. "My memory is not very good. I suddenly can't remember it."
Fang Liming's eyes changed.
The contempt of the superiors, the coveting of women by men, the playing of hunters on prey... all disappeared. At this moment, Jian Jing finally appeared in his eyes.
is a kid who makes threats casually, is a girl with a bad temper, is a chess piece, is a dog.
Just a "person".