The resort is ablaze with colour at night.
Jian Jing had a Donhe seafood dinner in the restaurant and posted a photo of her check-in on her Moments. She looked like she was on a relaxing vacation and no one would have thought that she was here to investigate an arson case.
Ji Feng had a much harder time. Led by his manager, he walked around the entire resort, quickly ate a sandwich to fill his stomach, and had to communicate with his colleagues who were following Peng Wei.
A colleague said: "Peng Wei is not on duty today and has been at home."
Ji Feng secretly breathed a sigh of relief and reported the situation here.
The colleague's focus was not right: "You are going too far, you leave the hard work to us and go out with the pretty girls. What do you do?"
Ji Feng said disdainfully: "You only think about pretty girls all day long. Can you pay more attention to their talents and less to their looks? There are pretty girls everywhere on the street. Are they all Teacher Jian?"
Colleague: “…” What’s wrong with looking at appearance? Is it not the instinct of male animals
"Forget it, just focus on investigating the case." He chuckled.
Ji Feng: "To be honest, I have a bad feeling."
The colleague immediately asked seriously: "Pan Jianli?"
"He has an extreme personality and is vain. Because of the Fang family's scheme, he has changed from being the boss's son who had no worries about food and clothing to what he is now. He has a strong enough motive." Ji Feng said, "He is no less suspicious than Peng Wei, but I am not sure whether he will come here."
My colleague said, "Didn't they say that the land his family had acquired before was right here?"
"It's here, but I just checked the map." Ji Feng didn't waste his afternoon's work. "The land of Jianxin Real Estate has been converted into a greenhouse, a place where you can pick your own vegetables and fruits. It costs 50 yuan per person for half an hour, and there are quite a lot of people going there."
His colleagues understood his concerns and said, "If we really want to burn something, maybe this piece of land should be burned first."
"Isn't it?" Ji Feng frowned and looked out the window.
In the low night sky, neon lights flickered, children and girls were playing in the water by the swimming pool, the aroma of steak wafted from the barbecue stall, and the farthest horizon was dotted with rainbows in an orderly manner.
Resort hotels are different from ordinary hotels. They do not have high-rise buildings, but only two floors at most. The highest floor should be the extremely expensive lakeside restaurant.
The observatory in the park, the primary school building in the kindergarten, the cinema in the Baimao Building... Ji Feng reacted: "I'll tell you later, now hanging up."
Before he finished speaking, the man had already rushed out of the lobby.
The restaurant closes at nine o'clock, but it is still brightly lit. There are several small wooden cabins nearby, which are specially designed for tourists to camp overnight on the roadside.
As he approached, a person popped out of the nearest wooden house and waved at him.
"Why are you here?" Jian Jing asked.
The monsoon came into the house, a small room, about the same size as an ordinary hotel room. I don’t know if it was because there was a gap in the window, but the wind blew in slightly, making it extremely cold.
"Why else?" He dragged a stool over and sat down, immediately occupying the observation position by the window, "Just wait and see."
Jian Jing raised her eyebrows: "Did you guess it?"
"I was a step too slow." Ji Feng looked regretful. "I should have thought of it earlier. Several major fire points are high up. The suspect is obsessed with the upper floors."
Jian Jing said: "He should hate those people who are high and mighty."
The psychology of criminals is very mysterious. Even though there are many case studies and experts have created many models, each person is different, and many cases must be substituted to find a little inspiration.
The police's investigation into Pan Jianli gave her inspiration.
"The observatory in the park should be his first target," she analyzed. "It's remote, safe, and easy to get in and out of, which is very suitable for a first attempt. But there are many remote places in the park, and the observatory is not the first choice, at least as a deterrent or revenge."
Ji Feng nodded and agreed: "This is the one that best reflects his psychology. He chose a high place to show his hatred for the upper class."
"That's why he chose the kindergarten - it was the most upscale private kindergarten within his delivery range. The cars picking up and dropping off children at the gate were definitely luxury cars, which further stimulated him." Jian Jing said, "He chose the tallest and most respectable building in the kindergarten."
After thinking about it, he said, "Of course, the resort may not be his choice. The building of Fang Group is actually more suitable as revenge."
The Fang Group's building was more than five stories high, symbolizing the upper class looking down on him. It was also the face of the Fang Group. Burning this building would definitely be more satisfying than burning any other place.
"Not necessarily." Ji Feng sneered, with a different opinion, "According to the neighbors, he should be a bully who only fears the strong and bullies the weak. He yelled at the old and frail security guard, but didn't dare to argue with the man driving the car. He is a coward by nature. With the Fang Building standing in front of him, he may not have the courage to burn it down."
He said: "The crime is gradually escalating. Look, the first place he chose was a park where the elderly like to stay, the second place he chose was where the children stayed, and the third place was the Baimao Building where ordinary people would go. The fourth place he chose was here, which fits his psychological characteristics."
The resort's lakeside restaurant, the tallest building nearby, was expensive, which matched his hatred characteristics, but the resort was remote after all, so the oppression was not that strong.
"Then let's see if our luck is good enough." Jian Jing opened a can of beer and asked him, "Do you want to drink?"
Ji Feng waved his hand: "You are a hobby, I am a job. If you drink while working, you will be fired tomorrow."
Jian Jing shrugged: "That's a pity."
A sip of beer, a bite of barbecue, the aroma spreads everywhere.
Ji Feng couldn't drink, but he could eat. He took the grilled fish and said, "It tastes good and very fresh. I haven't had hot barbecue for a long time."
"Why do you want to be a policeman if it's so hard?" Jian Jing chatted with him.
He unscrewed the bottle of mineral water and took a sip. It tasted a little salty. “Because there are things that only a policeman can do.”
Jian Jing raised her eyebrows: "What do you want to do, uphold justice? Eliminate violence and protect the good?"
"It's not that great." Ji Feng said meaningfully, "I just want to catch the criminal, but this happens to be justice."
She was stunned.
This time, it was Ji Feng who asked her with interest: "What about you? You make money as a writer, but you have to spend money to catch criminals here. What attracts you?"
"I don't know." She sighed and said in annoyance, "Sometimes I wonder, do I want to catch the criminal, or do I just like reasoning and solving cases, or is it... justice?"
Ji Feng smiled, but said: "Why do you have to choose one? You can be both or neither. What does it matter?"
"Is it okay?" she asked back.
"The reason is not important, the result is important." He said, "Even if you are doing it for the pleasure of reasoning, purely out of interest, what does it matter? If the case is solved, the criminal is punished, the relatives of the victim are comforted, and you are happy, isn't that good too?"
Jian Jing unconsciously clenched her hands, and her slender fingers pinched the fragile aluminum can, making a crisp sound.
She said: "But the results may not always be good."
"Indeed, that's why I chose to be a policeman." Ji Feng confessed unexpectedly, "I only need to catch the criminals, and the trial is the business of others."
Jian Jing suddenly became suspicious: "Are you trying to trick me into being a police officer again?"
"You found out." He spread his hands, looking regretful.
"boring."
Ji Feng laughed, but soon became serious again: "I understand what you mean. But, Teacher Jian, what is justice, and who is qualified to administer justice? You also know that most of those who claim to be messengers of justice are murderers."
Jian Jing: “…” That makes so much sense, I am speechless.
"Let the law uphold justice, so that we can have fewer troubles." He said, taking the crushed can from her hand and throwing it lightly into the trash bag.
Jian Jing slowly closed her five fingers, slightly stunned.
This was not a "standard" answer, but it comforted her inexplicably.
Yes, in the world of right and wrong, black and white, who can say that they are definitely right? Those who claim to be absolutely right have probably already gone astray without knowing it.
"Okay." She picked up a new can of beer and snapped it open. "To the law."
Ji Feng cooperated by raising his mineral water bottle and clinking it with hers, but said, "Don't get drunk. We are here to catch criminals, not to drink and celebrate."
"Catching people in the first half, celebrating in the second half, nothing wrong with that." She drank it all in one gulp and deliberately asked, "Really not drinking?"
Ji Feng: "Just be greedy for me."
Jian Jing tilted her head, her fine hair fell on her cheek, and the beer smelled even better.
"You're so stingy. I just whetted your appetite once." Ji Feng shook his head, his eyes never leaving the window.
It was already late at night, and the people by the pool went back to their rooms to sleep. There were no other guests renting cabins at this time of year. The surroundings became extremely quiet, with only the sound of insects.
The noise fades away and the moonlight becomes more dim.
It was at this time that Ji Feng discovered a sneaky shadow. He stood up quickly and silently, and quietly pressed against the window, his eyes fixed on the figure.
"At the back door." Jian Jing stood up and hid on the other side of the window.
With the help of night vision goggles and binoculars, she could see more clearly than Ji Feng. She could even see that he was wearing a mask and holding a bucket in his hand: "Hold the gasoline."
"I'll go, you keep an eye on it." Ji Feng lowered his voice, "Don't alert the enemy."
Jian Jing made an "ok" gesture.
He slipped out through the crack in the door silently.
Jian Jing was a little envious. Her agility was even better than when she used the enhancement card. She was jealous.
Ji Feng had received professional training and had no equipment, but he was better than Jian Jing at approaching in the dark. She could only see clearly, but he could even be careful about his steps on the grass.
In just a few breaths, Ji Feng approached the figure.
Jian Jing predicted the direction from which the shadow was coming and tiptoed around it. A battery car hidden in the bushes appeared in her field of vision. She was overjoyed and approached along the wall, decisively pulling out his key.
Monsoon has approached the figure.
The man was stealthily carrying a bucket of gasoline and pouring the gasoline on the wall and the door. He was doing it very hard when he suddenly felt a cold wind behind his head.
At that moment, a coat hit his head and he felt a huge force from behind. Someone held him down tightly, twisted his hands and pinned them behind his back.
The lighter in his hand fell and was kicked away.
Ji Feng breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he chose the right time, otherwise he would have lit the lighter and with so many combustible materials, he would have been burned if he was not careful.
"Police officer." He revealed his identity. "You are under arrest."
The other party raised his neck and roared: "Let me go, let me go!!"
"Be careful." He was traveling in plain clothes and did not bring handcuffs, but Ji Feng had a restraint belt, which tied his hands and feet, making him look like a salted fish.
At this time, Ji Feng pulled his head up and took a look at his appearance in the moonlight.
Pan Jianli.
Damn, I lost a cup of milk tea.