Jian Jing is missing.
According to the police investigation, the man drugged her while she was in the bathroom, stuffed her into an oversized suitcase, and left through the back door.
The victim was a popular writer, and the police investigated very quickly. After receiving the report, they immediately cordoned off the scene and checked the identities of the staff one by one.
Strange things happened.
Each staff member has his or her own work permit, so the organizers should not be unable to handle such a matter. However, after asking everyone one by one, no staff member was missing.
You know, although outsiders can't tell which employee is responsible for what, the staff is different. Whether it's a makeup artist, a lighting technician, or a photographer, they must know exactly how many people are in their team.
Everyone insisted that no one disappeared today.
There were only two temporary workers, a boy who had just graduated and a girl who was replacing a friend. Their identities were clear.
There must be something wrong with the guests.
The security guard said that all guests can enter the auditorium only with an invitation letter, and they can guarantee this. So, who left halfway
According to the parking lot’s surveillance, a total of three cars left.
The first one is the vice president of a publishing house, who fell and rushed to the hospital; the second one is a star, who rushed to the bar to dance after performing; the third one is an assistant who had a stomachache and went home to rest early.
In addition, a taxi passed by.
According to the driver's recollection, the passenger was a man in a suit, wearing a mask and carrying a large suitcase. He got off the bus at the nearby Park Road Station.
Police checked street surveillance and tracked him getting out of the car and entering the park.
Afterwards, the person disappeared.
To be precise, the box was missing.
I went to several exits but never saw anyone pushing a large suitcase.
The police searched the entire park and finally fished out the box filled with rocks from the pond. Fortunately, after inspection, no blood was found inside the box.
Jian Jing should still be alive.
Then what
Nothing more happened.
The kidnappers neither contacted the family to demand a ransom nor left any other clues, making the police's work extremely difficult.
Ji Feng immediately determined that this was the murderer of the serial murders that year. He advocated reopening the case, carefully investigating Xue Jun's male relatives, and checking for suspicious elements around her.
But failed.
The reason is very realistic. There is currently no clue to indicate that the person who kidnapped Jian Jing is the murderer of that year.
The murderer left behind roses, which he didn't have back then, which was inconsistent with his previous crime style. Even Liu Baofeng's case was the same, although he left behind a copy of "Devil Doctor", it had nothing to do with roses.
Others believe it was more of a kidnapping or revenge plot.
"She helped us solve several cases, and perhaps that caused some people to hate her." The bystander's reason was equally valid, and even more objective and pertinent. "The serial killer back then stopped committing crimes a long time ago, and this was not his style."
In the four cases from 2009 to 2014, the most obvious sign was festivals.
The day of the award ceremony was just an ordinary Saturday.
Just based on this point, Ji Feng's argument is untenable, even if he is forced to say directly: "Teacher Jian said himself that he will come to find her."
"Are you aware of the evidence?" the leader asked.
He: “… the person’s intuition is very accurate.”
Leader: “That’s wrong.”
They rejected his suggestion and decided: "We should start with the cases that Jian Jing has participated in. In addition to the relatives of the murderer, I think the families of some victims are also suspects."
Colleagues responded quickly: "The Fang family? They may indeed be holding a grudge and seeking revenge."
"Assign some tasks," the leader said, arranging for everyone to conduct their own investigations. At the same time, he warned Ji Feng, "If you act on your emotions again, according to the rules, you will have to leave."
Ji Feng: "Teacher Jian and I are not related, why should I avoid her?"
“Aren’t you friends?” The leader’s last two words were spoken with deep meaning.
Ji Feng: "What friends? Acquaintances, just acquaintances, we deal with each other through work."
The leader then gave up.
"What friends? Acquaintances, just acquaintances, we deal with each other through work."
In the dim room, Jian Jing heard a familiar voice. She was lying on the steel bed with a severe headache, and she was dazed for a long time before she could figure out who was talking.
"Cough." She coughed hard a few times and reached for the mineral water bottle beside her pillow, only to find that the bottle was empty.
Across the door, the man sat in the shadows and turned off the recording on his phone: "How do you feel?"
She said, “Boring.”
"Boring?" He picked up a hairpin. Under the pearl clasp was an embedded camera, but the wires were all broken and it was useless. "I don't think so."
The main light source in the room is facing the wall. Next to the wall is an aluminum alloy glass cage, which is surrounded on three sides. There is a door on the remaining wall, and inside is a small compartment of three square meters with a toilet and washing facilities.
There was an 80-centimeter small bed in the cage. The bedsheets were snow-white, and the bed frame was covered with a layer of white chiffon, hanging down loosely. It looked like a prison, but also like a princess's toy house.
This is where Jian Jing was imprisoned for two days.
She was still wearing her custom-made rose dress, but she was barefoot, and her high heels had been thrown in a corner by him, with the soles removed.
"Pinhole camera, eavesdropping device, positioning chip." He slowly counted the things she brought with her and said, "You really took great pains for me."
Jian Jing said: "You are not bad either."
"I don't take that as a compliment." He said sarcastically, "Why, are you angry?"
The tone was as if he was coaxing an ignorant little girl.
Jian Jing's throat was itchy: "Water."
He walked over, opened the movable partition at the bottom, and rolled in a bottle of mineral water.
She twisted the bottle cap several times but couldn't get it open, so she had to bite it with her teeth. After finally opening it, she took a sip to moisten her throat.
"You are too naive to think of using these things to find me." He said, "After so many years, why haven't you learned your lesson?"
It also seemed like a helpless head teacher towards his students.
Jian Jing asked back: "Did I fail?"
He leaned forward, crossed his legs, and looked down at her, but his tone was still kind: "If I tell you 'yes', will you accept it?"
She didn't speak.
"Of course not," he said, "you still cling to the hope that the police can track me down even without all this."
She seemed to be irritated by his careless tone and threw a card: "Your last name is Xue."
"Xue? Oh, yes, they found Xue Jun." He mocked calmly, "This is the first mistake you made. You were too impatient. If you had slowly investigated from Xue Jun's home... Ha, you were impatient and had to lure me into the trap.
"Xiao Jing, I'm also very confused. In the past few years, I haven't looked for you many times, and I even helped you solve a regret. Why do you hate me so much?"
He asked slowly, his eyes gradually becoming colder: "Because I hurt the man you like? But listen to how firmly he said it. What friend? Just an acquaintance."
Jian Jing was silent for a while, turned away, and said calmly: "He is right, he is just an acquaintance."
He chuckled, as if joking: "Let's talk about your second mistake. The honey trap really worked. I never expected that you would become what you are today. Although I once hoped, I know better that perfect souls are rare. Most people are just stubborn stones. No matter how they are carved, they can never become beautiful jade. You are a big surprise to me. Only in this respect, you bet right."
"I really can't let you go." He admired the girl in the glass house, praising her beauty and courage.
It must be said that her resistance made things more interesting. However, wasn't this the reason why this child was chosen
"But if you think that this can deal with me, you underestimate yourself." He said, his words sharp as a knife, "You always make the same mistakes."
Same error
Jian Jing suddenly sat up straight, squinted her eyes and stared at him, as if trying to discern something.
But it was no use. He took off her contact lenses, and only a blurry shadow was cast on her severely myopic retina.
"You don't remember? It doesn't matter." He pressed the button in his hand and said slowly, "I can slowly help you recall."
In the glass house, beams of anesthetic mist were ejected from hidden plastic tubes, filling the entire room.
Her consciousness gradually sank, but did not fall to the deepest part. It was suspended in the air, and the surroundings were pitch black. All she could see was a circle of faint white light.
He turned off the other lights and walked to the glass house.
"Come on," he said, "let me help you find back the things you have forgotten."
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Jian Jing regained consciousness in 2014.
She saw a busy restaurant with high-end decoration. There were luxury cars parked in a row at the door. Porsches and Maseratis were everywhere, and BMWs and Mercedes-Benzes were numerous. It was clearly an extremely high-end private restaurant.
However, right in front of the hotel, a taxi suddenly stopped.
A family of three got out of the car.
The couple are not very old, they are neatly dressed but not shabby, they are very ordinary people, doing the most ordinary jobs and running the most ordinary business.
Before they even entered the door, they were intimidated by the passing cars and showed obvious intention to retreat.
To be honest, a meal at this kind of restaurant costs several thousand yuan for three people at most. During the New Year or other festivals, a table of food costs about the same. It's not that ordinary families can't afford this money, but they just don't want to spend so much money on a simple meal during non-New Year or other festivals.
But their youngest daughter thought otherwise.
She told the waiter very clearly: "Box 202, surnamed Jane."
The waiter smiled and led the way: "Okay, this way, please."
Turning back, dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes: the little girl was vain and insisted on eating at a high-end restaurant without considering her parents' financial situation. Anyone with a correct outlook on life would feel disgusted to some extent.
Who would have thought that after her parents sat down, they took the menu and took the initiative to "complain" to the waiter, saying: "The food here is too expensive. My daughter insisted on bringing me and her mother here to eat, saying it was a Michelin restaurant and she insisted that we try it."
The waiter smiled and said, "Your daughter feels sorry for you."
"She wants to spend the little money she earns," the father continued to "complain." "She told me to save it, but she refused. We can't do anything about it, so we have to enjoy the blessing of our daughter in advance."
The waiter understood now and looked at her with new eyes. It turned out that the daughter was not vain and forced her parents to spend money, but on the contrary, she earned the money and wanted to treat her parents to a good meal.
He was amazed and talked about it with his colleagues when ordering food.
The new manager asked, "This must be a very happy family, right?"
"Yes." The waiter said, "It is better to have a daughter. She is filial."
The manager smiled.