This meal cost three or four thousand yuan.
When paying the bill, Father and Mother Jian savored the food and shook their heads, "It's too expensive, and it doesn't taste that special. Let's not waste money next time."
"Your daughter is very filial, why do you complain that it's a waste of money?" The manager took a lily from the bottle, wrapped it in cellophane, and handed it to Xiao Jianjing, "Welcome to visit next time."
Little Jian Jing raised her head and glanced at him, a trace of vigilance flashing in her eyes: "No need."
He became more interested and handed it to Jane's mother.
Unless the family is very loving, and the daughter becomes a mother, it is rare to receive flowers. Jane's mother felt a little embarrassed, but the manager smiled sincerely, and she took it.
Three people went out and took a taxi.
The manager was watching at the window and saw the girl take the lily from her mother, pretending to help her get something, and then throw a tissue, pretending to accidentally drop the lily into the trash can.
Her mother scolded her a few words, but she easily covered it up by acting coquettishly.
"Did you see that?" The manager walked over to the girl, bent down, and whispered in her ear, "At that time, I selected three families in total. There was a young couple who loved each other more than your parents, and an elderly couple who were more loyal than your parents. But because of you, I chose them."
The girl raised her eyes and looked at him in astonishment with her still young face.
"Yes." He nodded with a smile, "You killed them."
Tears welled up in her eyes and she shook her head desperately: "No! It's not me!"
"It was you. It was you who was alert and provocative. That's why I gave up on them and chose you." Every word was like an invisible knife, killing without leaving any blood. "It's because of you that they will die."
"No!" She stepped back quickly, shouting, "It's not me."
The curve of his lips became deeper and deeper, and his tone became more certain: "It's you, look."
The scene changed instantly.
She saw him chatting with his neighbors in the residential area.
"There's a postal package here. They need to sign for it." He asked his neighbor in disguise, "I don't know when they will be here. I've been here several times but never saw them."
A neighbor glanced at his vest with the post office logo on it and said briskly, "They moved away a long time ago."
"Where did you move to?"
"He said he was going to Heliu Middle School." The neighbor didn't remember the place, but he had a good idea and remembered that it was one of the best middle schools in the province.
He pretended to understand: "No wonder you are in such a hurry to move, it turns out you are here to study."
"Yes, last time we met, they said they would move in August when the weather was not so hot, but they moved out of the blue." The neighbor looked very knowledgeable, "Transferring to another school must be based on the household registration. It is much more difficult to study now than before."
He thanked her, turned around, and smiled at the girl standing on the street. He was indescribably calm, yet not entirely wicked: "Look, you originally planned to move out in August, but because of me, you pushed it forward by more than a month."
Jian Jing pursed her lips tightly and tried not to make a sound.
"See? You overestimated me, thinking you could get rid of me like this." He put his hands in his pockets, leisurely, "You are totally wrong, you just let me notice you, and then, choose you."
He moved closer to her face and smiled, "So, don't deny it. It was you who killed your parents."
"No." She covered her ears and turned to run away. "It's not me. It's not me."
The wind blew.
The little girl's body grew while she was running, and she became a slender young girl, then a tall and petite girl, and then... a beautiful girl in a rose wedding dress.
She stopped suddenly and turned around slowly.
"It's not me." Jian Jing woke up from her coma, her face full of tears.
Light and shadow intertwined, the cold white light circle swayed in the darkness, and it was hard to tell what was real and what was not. His figure was hidden in the shadow outside the glass house, like a lurking ghost, watching her with a smile.
She stared at him for a moment, then closed her eyes wearily.
The police were divided into two groups. One team investigated the cases in which Jian Jing had participated and screened for possible revenge. The other team continued to investigate the guests on the day of the ceremony, trying to find some clues.
Ji Feng believed that this matter had nothing to do with other cases and insisted on finding a suspect.
He asked for the list from the organizer and checked it one by one against the surveillance camera at the door.
After a screening, several suspicious personnel were found.
The first one was like this: the invitation was given to a man, but the one who attended the party on the day was a woman. After going to her house to investigate, I found out that the lover liked this kind of high-class occasion and pestered the man for the invitation.
This man has a wife and children.
When the wife heard about it, she threw away the divorce agreement without saying a word, and the couple became very upset. However, the mistress had a clean background and watched the whole ceremony that day, and there was nothing unusual.
The second one is much more suspicious.
On the day of the ceremony, one person who was supposed to come declined to attend.
Jiang Baiyan.
He is currently filming for Rose Gold.
Today's filming was outdoors. We chose a street lined with sycamore trees. The leaves on both sides were bright golden yellow. Under the warm autumn sun, a tall and graceful young man stood under the tree, his face silent and his back sad.
With several cameras facing him, he slowly walked down the street.
The light went from dark to bright, the figure came closer and closer, and the shadows on his face gradually faded, revealing his face. This also symbolized that he had completed his inner struggle, climbed out of the bottomless abyss, and his soul was bathed in the sun again.
"Cut." The director made a gesture, ending the filming of this scene.
Jiang Baiyan broke away from the play, and before he got close, he saw Ji Feng and Officer Gao standing aside.
Sister Chen whispered, "The two officers have something to ask you."
"I'll go away for a moment." Jiang Baiyan avoided the crew's sight and walked to a corner. "What do you want to talk to me about?"
Lao Gao looked at him. Even though he was an old man, he had to admit that Jiang Baiyan had a good appearance. He was completely different from Ji Feng, that handsome boy. He had a beautiful and handsome temperament, and was especially delicate.
Will he be the one taking Jian Jing away
"I have something to ask you." The old man was old and usually acted politely. He asked in a friendly manner, "You were supposed to attend an event on the 15th. Did you go?"
Jiang Baiyan looked at his phone and got straight to the point: "Don't beat around the bush." His tone was very friendly, as if the youthful spirit had not yet faded. "You are here to ask Teacher Jingjing something, right?"
"Do you have any clues for us?" Lao Gao asked tentatively.
He said: "According to the schedule, I was supposed to go to the theater on the 15th. Director Mei and I had already asked for leave, but we had to perform a noodle-eating scene in the afternoon, which had to be reshot several times. I ate too much and vomited for a long time, so I had to go back to the theater to rest."
Sister Chen was not too far away. When she heard him talking about this, she quickly came over to confirm his point. "That's right, that's right. The director asked him to really eat. He ate too much and had to induce vomiting. He was struggling for a long time. I told him not to go and go back to rest."
"Does anyone have proof?"
Jiang Baiyan shook his head slowly: "I can handle it alone."
Ji Feng finally spoke: "What's the matter with the invitation letter? The ceremony security check requires scanning the QR code. We checked every number and yours has been used."
Jiang Baiyan frowned and thought for a long time, then shook his head and said, "Sorry, I just put the invitation letter in my bag, and the bag was left in the nanny car, so I guess it was taken away by someone else."
"Is the invitation still there?" Ji Feng asked.
He said, "It's in my house. I think it hasn't been thrown away yet."
Ji Feng stared at his face and asked slowly, "Have you seen anything suspicious around you recently?"
"I'm an actor." Jiang Baiyan answered calmly, "I meet a lot of strangers every day. I don't have the time or energy to distinguish them."
Ji Feng: "So you mean that Jian Jing's disappearance has nothing to do with you?"
Jiang Baiyan asked back: "Why would I kidnap her? We have no hatred, what's the point of doing this? It won't do me any good."
Sister Chen interrupted again: "Yes, our Xiaobai has a good relationship with Teacher Jian, there is no reason to hurt her. You should check it out."
Ji Feng and Lao Gao looked at each other and didn't ask any more questions.
After the two of them left, Jiang Baiyan said, "I'm going to the toilet."
He walked to a nearby coffee shop, said hello to the restroom staff, and went into the toilet as if nothing had happened. Then he turned on his cell phone and made a call.
Beep—someone picked up the phone soon.
"What are you busy with?" He said in a sweet voice, as if he was talking to his girlfriend on the phone, "Is everything going well?"
"Don't worry, everything is going as planned."
Jiang Baiyan raised his eyes and looked at the person in the glass mirror, with the corners of his lips curved just right: "Really? Then when should I go over?"
"Why rush? Wouldn't it be better to stay a few more days? More realistic."
"It's too long. I'll get anxious." He still spoke in a gentle tone, as if he was afraid of disturbing someone.
"How can she accept you without despair? Once I erase her memory, I will return her to you."
Jiang Baiyan: “Really?”
"Of course, we just have a few minor issues to sort out, quickly."
Jiang Baiyan sighed slightly, looking quite helpless: "Well, don't lie to me. Otherwise, I will be very angry."
"You have the leverage over me, so what are you afraid of? Just help me delay for a few more days, and then you and I will both get what we want."
He seemed to be convinced, and his tone became sweeter: "Is two days enough?"
"Okay, in two days, you will be her hero and rescue her, just like she rescued you."
"That's a deal." Jiang Baiyan hung up the phone, turned on the faucet, wet his fingers and fiddled with his hair, making it messy to better fit the role in the play.
The sunlight turned, and a small gray shadow appeared on the face.
The lights came on again.
Jian Jing's eyes were stung by the strong light and she woke up reluctantly.
He opened the ventilation window, then lifted the sliding door of the dining room and brought in a portion of bread and milk.
"I want to eat," she said.
"Don't be picky about food." He smiled and scolded, seemingly not angry. But Jian Jing knew that he would never allow her to take the initiative at all, whether it was eating or going to the toilet.
He wanted to use these insignificant yet unimportant little things to destroy her character bit by bit.
I guess it was the same last time.
She and "Jane Jing" experienced the same pain.
Little did he know, the more this happened, the more determined she became that she would never lose again this time.
She picked up the bread and took a bite, mockingly saying, "It's dry and hard. Can't you afford fresh bread?"
"Xiao Jing, if you make me angry, you will suffer." He calmly pointed out the reality, "You have to learn your lesson."
Jian Jing retorted, "Did I hit a sore spot for you? After so many years, I've made a name for myself, but what about you? Are you still like a rat in the gutter, envious of others' happiness?"
He was furious: "What do you know?"
"I know you worship death, but you are still alive. I know you say happiness is an illusion, but you still envy others again and again. I know..." She spoke word by word, "You covet me, but you dare not approach me at all, because you are afraid that I will kill you."
"You," Jian Jing looked up and smiled, "are a coward."