Pan Jianli, who spent money worth a cup of milk tea, was taken away by the police and interrogated overnight.
But since they found him in this place, it proved that Jian Jing and Ji Feng's reasoning was correct. He felt resentment and wanted revenge because his own industry was destroyed by the Fang Group.
The park was his first real act of arson. But before that, he had already shown signs of arson. He liked to collect magazines and newspapers related to the Fang Group and burn them in a basin.
The reason why the neighbors in the community didn't notice was because he chose the time very cleverly.
He would always choose days like the Qingming Festival, burn them in a washbasin at home, and cover them with a layer of tin foil. People would think he was burning paper for his deceased parents and didn't take it seriously.
"I want to drink Cheese Berry." On the way back, Jian Jing drove directly to the door of the milk tea shop.
Ji Feng struggled desperately: "Teacher Jian, let me discuss something..."
Jian Jing had a blank expression on her face: "Cheese Berry, no cheese, 50% sweet."
A man who knows the current situation is a hero. Ji Feng shut up and got off the car to buy a drink.
Bring two cups, one for Jian Jing and one for… "Come downstairs in ten minutes." Ji Feng sent a voice message to his sister, and said very naturally, "Let's take a detour."
Jian Jing took a sip of her drink and took a detour to Ji's house.
Today is Saturday. Ji Yunyun came down the stairs and saw Zhizhimeimei. She doubted her life: "Is it for me?"
Such an expensive drink? Bonus? He never gave up bonuses before.
"If I'm not giving it to you, then is it for Wangcai downstairs?" Ji Feng threw the bag into her arms. "Okay, let's go. Do your homework well at home. You'll be a senior in high school next year!"
Ji Yunyun refused to leave and stuck her head in: "Teacher Jian? You two? What is this?" She was shocked again when she saw the resort promotional poster thrown next to the car.
Could it be that the power of love defeated the magic of money
"Work, my mind is full of nonsense." Ji Feng pushed his sister's head out of the car window, "Teacher Jian, please take me to the bureau."
Jian Jing was surprised: "We're already home, why don't you take a nap before going to work?"
Ji Feng: "Are you going to write the report? Are you going to take notes?"
She: "I'll take you there."
Ji Yunyun's heated head suddenly calmed down. The familiar voice, the familiar smell, it was definitely her brother.
Jian Jing waved goodbye to her and sent the office worker who was working overtime voluntarily back to her workplace.
Not long after, the system started to move.
[System: The host completes the "Heroic Act" event, and is awarded 10 points of courage]
The arson case was successfully concluded.
Two days later, reports about the Qili Bridge accident appeared in the news, indicating that the police had decided to reinvestigate the accident.
The relatives of the victims at that time gathered together again to seek justice for their deceased loved ones.
Jian Jing couldn't help but feel a lot of emotions. She persuaded Wen Hui to surrender at that time, somewhat out of the pressure of the current situation, to try her luck, but she didn't expect that it would involve such an old incident.
Of course, as Ji Feng said, no matter what the starting point is, a good outcome is enough.
However, there was a small incident during this period.
Ji Feng called and asked, "According to Ms. Wen's boyfriend, he hid a gun in case of emergency, but we didn't find anything at the scene."
Jian Jing looked surprised: "Gun?"
"Yes, he said he had it in his arms at the time, but it fell out when you attacked him." Ji Feng asked, "Did you see it?"
Jian Jing said: "I didn't notice."
"oh?"
"Maybe someone else picked it up." She was very calm.
Ji Feng laughed and asked her, "Teacher Jian, you should know that carrying a gun is illegal, right?"
"Do you suspect I took it?" Jian Jing asked back, "What do I need the gun for?"
"Be careful." Unexpectedly, he did not ask the question further, but only warned meaningfully, "This is not fun."
Jian Jing snorted lightly and didn't respond.
Ji Feng didn't get to the bottom of it, as if he called just to ask, or... to remind. But he really worried in vain.
Jian Jing took out the storage card. In the five grids, food, water, first aid kit and gun were placed respectively, and one grid was left empty for emergency.
There is something hidden in the system, and even if you turn her house upside down, you can't find any clues.
This way, no matter who the enemy is, she will be much safer.
My eyes inadvertently fell on the calendar, and the box for May 2nd was circled in red.
This is the date when Kang Mucheng's new book will be put on the shelves.
The last time Devil 2 was published, Liu Baofeng died.
This time.
At the end of April, the weather suddenly became hot.
Many people can't even wear spring clothes and have already changed into summer clothes. Young ladies on the street expose their arms and thighs, and the warm wind blows, the hems of their skirts flutter, making people happy.
In this spring season, new posters are posted at the entrances of major bookstores.
Red roses on a white background, bright sunshine, at first glance you would think it is some new romance novel or collection of essays, but if you stop and take another look, you will suddenly realize that those falling objects are not red roses at all.
is blood.
The blood flowers bloomed like roses, their beauty harbouring murderous intent.
And that brilliant light is not the sun's radiance, but the charming luster of gold.
Money, murderous intent, love, these major themes are perfectly integrated together, standing out from many posters and attracting attention.
May 2, 1 p.m. Roses, Gold and Killers
Best-selling novelist "Jian Jing" releases a new suspense novel
Jiahui, who was shopping with her classmates, stopped and said, "May 2, 1 o'clock, 521?"
Girls are quite sensitive to the homophony of numbers, and her companion also came to her senses: "This time... It's a suspense story, a coincidence, right?"
"Isn't the time for new books to be put on the shelves always calculated?" Jiahui retorted, "I read Uncle Bing's article last time, and he said that unless there are special circumstances, everything is arranged in advance, and some writers even calculate auspicious days."
My companion took a closer look at the poster and said, "The style is quite different from the usual suspense stories."
"We have a holiday on the 2nd, so why don't we go out shopping?" Jiahui suggested.
"Okay, it's nothing anyway."
The two girls chatted and laughed, and soon changed the topic, but after this conversation, the information about the new book was quietly kept in mind.
In a blink of an eye, it was May 2nd.
There are always more people shopping during holidays. Bookstores are a place where students can sit down to chat and drink coffee, as well as buy stationery and tutoring books. They have always been the first choice for students.
On this day, as soon as the guests entered the store, they saw a promotional sign at the door, and a pile of new books in plastic wrap were placed in the prime position. The white background and red flowers were refreshing, beautiful and very comfortable.
Take another look at the author—oh, a familiar face, the writing style and plot are guaranteed—it’s a single volume, a thin book, so the price is naturally not expensive.
When you go out shopping, you always have to buy something. Everyone has some money, and at least half of the ten people will just pick up a book.
Similar scenes are constantly played out in bookstores and are a very common sight.
The spy sent by President Tao took a stroll and went back to report without much enthusiasm.
"Is Jinwu so obedient this time?" Mr. Tao pondered for a while, and felt that this was not like Kang Mucheng's style. The nickname of Little Princess Jinwu was not given casually, and he would never neglect Jian Jing no matter who she was.
This is very strange.
Jian Jing's last book had just sold over a million copies, so he thought, why not promote it even more vigorously this time? It was so ordinary, what was he planning
"Leave the book here, I'll take a look at it first." Mr. Tao did not hesitate to read the book first.
Two hours later, he put down the book and let out a long sigh, feeling half relieved and half with a headache.
"Mr. Kang, you are not afraid of being too arrogant." Mr. Tao said to himself, and many calculations flashed through his mind, of course, there were some rough and effective business methods, but he put them aside.
The aftermath of the past incident had not yet passed, and he did not believe that Kang Mucheng had already let down his guard. If he took action at this time, he might just fall into someone else's trap.
More importantly, there is no benefit to be gained from attacking Jian Jing.
Morning Star’s most urgent task is to find a pillar that can support the business.
The training is too slow, who should we poach
There are so many writers in Jinwu, and Kang Mucheng favors Jian Jing. I don’t believe they don’t have some ideas.
It is better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix. Besides, Morning Star is not that bad.
Heping City No. 3 Prison.
"Xia Xing, there's something for you." The prison guard called Xia Xing, who was just finishing her get out of class, with a kind tone.
The prisoners in the prison had to undergo labor reform and learn to read and write. Xia Xing was educated, so she was arranged to teach some people with low education. She was also very obedient and smart, so the prison guards rarely scolded her.
"Hey, thank you." Xia Xing said with a smile, packed up her textbooks and went to get her things.
She has no relatives, and no one has visited her since she was sent here. But every now and then, someone would send things here, most of which were personal items such as underwear and panties. Books were also sent in boxes, and occasionally there would be some sports equipment. Although the sender did not show up, Xia Xing knew who it was.
Mr. Tao just remitted money at most, there is no way he would remember it in such detail.
Today is also a box of books.
The first thing Xia Xing saw was "Rose, Gold and Killer" placed on it.
"Oh." She stroked the cover of the book, and unexpectedly, a trace of regret arose in her heart.
If we had not taken action at that time, perhaps the situation today would be very different.
Xia Xing blinked hard, turned the pages of the book, and read line by line.
"… Revenge is certainly satisfying, but how can blood-stained hands restore the past… The girl is still so young. Even if she escapes the prison of the iron bars, the rest of her long life will be oppressed by the weight of human life… She should not have chosen that wrong path from the beginning."
In an instant, tears filled my cheeks.
After being closed for renovation for more than half a year, Butian Bookstore has reopened.
Because of the human bone news at the book signing event, the coffee shop on the third floor could no longer be opened. The manager was replaced and the shop was renovated, which made people almost forget about the matter.
But after being closed for so many days, we naturally need to organize some activities to attract customers back.
The branch made some money, with points redemption and discounts on new books, and it was very lively. It was crowded every day and didn't return to normal until after the May Day holiday.
At noon that day, the shop assistants went to take their shifts to eat, leaving only a little girl looking after the counter.
There were few customers in the huge shop, and the sun was shining brightly and comfortably. The girl couldn't help but take out her cell phone and idle away, messaging her boyfriend.
The love was so intense that she was naturally distracted. There was an extra book in front of her, but she didn't pay much attention to it. She just scanned it casually: "Scan the code or pay with cash?"
The payment was in cash.
People who pay in cash are a minority these days. The little girl glanced at him and paused on the back of her hand, as if there was something special.
But new information popped up, distracting her weak attention immediately, and within a few minutes, her faint impression was wiped out.
The customer took the book and left calmly.
He walked slowly to the nearby park and leisurely turned the pages of the book in the bright sunlight.
As he watched, the smile on his face disappeared like smoke, and his eyes became darker and darker.
The blood rose represents the enemy, gold is the weapon of revenge, the killer... Oh, which hero are you expecting to fall from the sky and avenge you