"Mucheng, did you go out with Si Yingjie and were assimilated by him?" President Kang looked at his son, wondering sincerely, "What is there to think about? Jingjing has made her decision, you should support her."
Kang Mucheng couldn't help but retort: "This decision is very risky, no one can predict the consequences. I can't..."
Before she finished her words, she was interrupted by President Kang. "Let me ask you," she said, "If Jingjing wants to write about the most unpopular topic today, what would you do?"
Kang Mucheng: "Two different things."
As her agent and editor-in-charge, he would not force her to do anything even if he disagreed with her writing style. The uniqueness of literary works comes from the author's soul confession.
A product may not pass the review and may make a loss, but it can never be prevented from being born.
"No, it's the same thing." President Kang said calmly, "You are so hesitant, it's nothing more than switching your identities, trying to stop her from doing stupid things as a friend, a relative or something else. But as a mother, I remind you, don't do such stupid things."
The strong woman in her 50s said meaningfully: "It is normal to have different opinions, but forcing others to act according to your will is useless even if you win - you have to know that there is no relationship in the world that cannot be broken up, including the relationship between the editor and the boss, the employee, and the husband and wife."
Kang Mucheng paused, then fell silent.
"I know you have deep feelings for Jingjing. She is the first contract artist you brought out, and you have taken care of her for so many years, but she is no longer a child and does not need a guardian." President Kang patted his son's shoulder, "Treat this as her new work and trust her a little more."
Kang Mucheng was silent.
The summer night breeze blew by, bringing a cool breeze, and the scent of tuberose drifted in the distance. I don't know which building in the villa area is someone practicing the piano, ding-dong-dong, seemingly there and not there, and there is no trace.
He sighed softly and heard himself say, "I know."
The next day.
Jian Jing got up at ten o'clock and was shocked to see Kang Mucheng watering the flowers in the yard.
She was shocked.
Why, today is Tuesday, a working day, and the workaholic hasn't gone to work at 10 o'clock? ? Oh my god, are aliens attacking the earth, or are the streets full of zombies?
"What's with that expression on your face?" Kang Mucheng frowned. "Hurry up and eat your breakfast. I have something to tell you after you finish."
Jian Jing: "Oh."
She had a delicious Chinese breakfast, then strongly requested an extra cup of iced coffee and walked into Kang Mucheng's study with the cup in hand.
He was a man who acted decisively. He decided to tell her everything last night. This morning, he sorted out all the information and motioned for her to sit down, ready for a long talk: "The longer the night, the more trouble you have. Since you have made up your mind, I will tell you everything I know."
Jane calmed down and listened attentively.
Kang Mucheng thought for a while and found a suitable entry point: "It happened in August 2014. You were in the second grade of junior high school and it was summer vacation. On August 2, Chinese Valentine's Day, your family... had a bloody incident."
Jian Jing was immediately horrified, her hair standing on end: "You mean..."
"Your parents also died at his hands." Kang Mucheng's tone was heavy, and every word was difficult. "The day before, I made an appointment with you to come and pick up White Cat's manuscript at 10 o'clock the next morning. But no one answered the door when I knocked. There was a strong smell of blood coming from the door, so I called the police. After opening the door, I found the bodies of your parents."
When he said this, he deliberately glanced at her expression - as long as she showed any discomfort, he would never say another word - however, in Jian Jing's heart, her parents were living well in another world, so she had no fear, but more shock and anger.
"And then?" she asked. "Where was I?"
Kang Mucheng said: "You are not there."
"The police told me that based on his methods, they determined that he was a serial killer who specifically targeted happy families during holidays. Your family is the fourth case. Three other families were killed before, and no one survived." He said slowly, "You are the first and only survivor."
Jian Jing took a deep breath, shocked.
"Although everyone thought you were doomed, no one expected that three months later, you would appear in your own home with an extremely abnormal mental state." Kang Mucheng described, "You didn't respond to anyone who spoke to you, but sometimes, you would do something surprising."
"For example?"
Kang Mucheng thought for a moment and said, "You will say some strange things, such as 'If life is painful, it would be better to die' and 'Human beings' reverence for life is too ridiculous, death is the meaning'."
Jian Jing covered her forehead with her hands: So childish.
"The situation is not optimistic. The psychiatrist believes that you have been severely hypnotized and have a strong death cult. You are very likely to hurt yourself or others." He said, "I found out about Saint Angel and decided to send you there. About a year later, the treatment was successful and you forgot those things."
Jian Jing nodded, and finally understood the whole story of Saint Angel.
Yet there are still doubts: “What happened when I disappeared?”
"I don't know, no one knows." Kang Mucheng said, "The police really want to get clues from you, but there is no way. Fortunately, for some reason, he has not committed a crime again since 14 years ago. The relevant case files have been sealed."
"What did the psychiatrist say?"
He groaned, "Doctors in China only said that you had been under strong mental stimulation, and there are no other clues. Maybe the doctors at St. Angel know something, but they will not disclose it to the public for the protection of patient privacy. Especially since I am not your guardian, they have not said a word."
"Then I'll go and ask the doctor myself, will he tell me?" Jian Jing immediately put forward a proposal.
Kang Mucheng shook his head and told her regretfully: "If I remember correctly, the doctor who treated you has passed away. He was a very famous expert in the field of psychology. I have read his obituary."
What a coincidence
Jian Jing pursed her lips: "So, the only way for me to know about the treatment is through my medical records?"
"Yes." Kang Mucheng asked, "Don't you remember?"
She responded with a long sigh, her helplessness evident in her words.
After going around in circles, you still have to find the password.
However, the mystery has been mostly solved now, and Kang Mucheng's attitude, which bothered her the most, also has a reasonable explanation.
The next step will be much easier. Let Ji Feng apply for a case file review for the details of the case. The important information about the scarred man should be hidden in the medical records.
Jian Jing made up her mind, picked up the coffee, and drank it all in one gulp: "I'm done eating, and I still have to go to the hospital. I'm leaving."
Kang Mucheng looked at her energetic back, his brows relaxed unconsciously, and the usual helpless and indulgent smile appeared on his lips again.
Today's Ji Feng was fed a light Cantonese meal for lunch.
Just as she was about to start cooking, the aunt in the next bed praised her with admiration: "You are a good cook, Xiao Ji, you have to work harder."
Ji Feng almost spit out a mouthful of fish porridge.
What kind of look did the old lady give her? The logo on the lunch box is so big. How could it be that it’s a famous Cantonese restaurant in the city and she thought it was made by Teacher Jian
Teacher Jian has never been able to cook.
He imagined her becoming a good wife and mother, washing her hands and making soup, and he suddenly felt a chill.
Teacher Jian is still cuter now.
He shook off all the distracting thoughts in his mind, drank up a large box of porridge in no time, and went to the back garden where they had chatted yesterday with great satisfaction. He said it was to help digestion, but in fact he was using the case as a snack after dinner.
"The porridge is good." Ji Feng praised the porridge first, and then said, "Just as I guessed, you and him had a very close communication. He didn't kill you because he had a deeper spiritual appeal."
Jian Jing said: "I want to see the case file. No matter what method you use, I must see it."
This time, Ji Feng didn't give her any more excuses. He nodded and said seriously, "I'll find a way. Do you have any idea about the password?"
She sighed: "Try one by one, what else can we do?"
"You really don't remember anything?" Ji Feng was not like Kang Mucheng, who treated her like a fragile glass doll. He was subconsciously afraid of hurting her sensitive heart, so he said directly, "That's not right. You must have set up your account and password after you recovered. There's no reason for you to forget them all."
Jian Jing said coldly: "I said I forgot, so I forgot. Is that not okay?"
Ji Feng asked perceptively: "Is there anything else I don't know?"
She: "When I get the case file, we can talk again."
Ji Feng covered his chest, his face full of pain, and he was barely breathing: "I was injured because of you, shouldn't you be more sincere to me?"
Jian Jing was speechless.
Of course she felt very sorry for hurting Ji Feng, but when he said it aloud, the meaning changed.
"Comrade police officer, you are serving the people." She said earnestly, "I will give you a banner later. Don't be polite. It's my duty."
Ji Feng leaned back to ease the pain from the wound, still smiling: "That's fine, make it look good, my promotion and salary increase depends on this."
Jian Jing: “…” In terms of shamelessness, he still loses.
"It's time to go back. Patients are wandering around outside all day long. Be careful that the nurses will hit you."
Ji Feng laughed dryly and changed the subject: "Is there any follow-up to your Weibo post?"
Jian Jing's expression was indescribable: "'He' didn't show up."
She posted on Weibo yesterday just to inform Scar Man that he had picked the wrong target, so that Ji Feng would not be attacked again if he was not careful. At the same time, she also wanted to take this opportunity to anger him, laugh at him, and force him to reveal more of his true colors.
However, everything has its pros and cons.
Public channels are the fastest way to express opinions and the most convenient way to be known, but it also means there is no privacy.
Her private mailbox was full of people asking who the prototype was and what her relationship was with the character. Some people also believed that the story of Rose Gold was her personal experience and comforted her to keep living.
Jian Jing's mood was very subtle.
The bloody rose represents the revenge for the extermination of the family, and is also a legacy left by the murderer who killed the girl's parents. When she arranged this plot, she did not think of herself.
However, although the memory has disappeared, the subconscious mind buried deep in the mind has quietly hinted at the truth.
The soul connection between the artist and the work of art is truly mysterious and extraordinary.
Perhaps she should take another good look at her items. There might be more clues hidden in the rose gold... No.
The key is not there.
She wrote "Rose Gold". There may be clues, but they are definitely not many. She is very clear about the inspiration of this work: the blood rose comes from the book signing event, the gold comes from the robbery, and the killer is her own redemption and the encounter with Xie Wei.
The object that actually holds the key is... the white cat.
The last few volumes of "White Cat Detective".