He stared at Jian Jing with cold eyes for a long time, but he finally restrained his anger and said coldly: "You'd better figure out one thing, I can kill you at any time."
He pulled out a suitcase from the shadows and patted its white iron shell. "This contains a special kind of parasite toxin. Just 3 grams can easily kill an elephant."
Through the thick glass, he emphasized: "Your life depends on me."
So Jane calmed down and didn't irritate him anymore.
But he had just been provoked by her, so he couldn't just let it go. He had to teach her a lesson: "As for the police, do you know where they found it?"
She said, "Have you found out where your hometown is?"
"Haha." He was not angry at all. Instead, a hint of malicious interest flashed in his eyes. "They have started investigating Jiang Baiyan."
Jian Jing's eyelids twitched slightly, not noticeably, but she did not avoid his gaze.
He curled the corners of his mouth.
The little girl was still as stubborn as before. Such a brave and proud soul could only be tamed by pushing her into despair and then destroying her personality.
He walked to a chair and sat down, hiding in the darkness as usual, and said jokingly, "Are you surprised that the two trump cards you arranged actually fought against each other?"
She regained her composure: "I don't know what you are talking about."
"You know very well," he said, "your partners are not the police at all. The police will not waste their resources for no reason. They can only open a case for investigation after something happens to you. Besides, even your 'acquaintances' don't seem to approve of you doing this."
Jian Jing's expression turned very ugly.
"You dare not let Kang Mucheng know, but you have to find someone you can trust. After thinking for a while, I thought of this person: you saved him and gave him many opportunities. From a personal and profit perspective, you can trust him." The more nervous she was, the calmer he was. "Xiao Jing, I will teach you one more thing today - never trust anyone."
Jian Jing reacted very quickly and asked immediately: "You were betrayed?"
"Then I wouldn't be standing here now." He shook his head, his words surprisingly sincere, "Don't trust anyone. You can only trust yourself. Each of our souls is lonely."
She said, "Only those with a guilty conscience dare not trust."
"Defamation cannot change the outcome of your betrayal." He adjusted his cuffs and smiled. "The bloody reality is far more effective than earnest persuasion, isn't it?"
She pursed her lips: "Did you do it?"
"You didn't do anything, you just underestimated the selfishness of human nature," he commented pertinently.
Jian Jing stared at him. After a few days, she had more or less figured out his temperament. Whenever she talked about him, he was always arrogant and irritable, and he would get angry if she was not careful.
But when he sat down and taught her his life experience like a teacher, his tolerance immediately increased greatly. He easily forgave her offense and chose to "convince" her with facts.
He said something very sincere.
Every soul is alone, he is alone.
He wants to talk, to show off, to be recognized.
Therefore, her provocations always get a response - this is not because he treats "her" differently, but because only the back-and-forth arguments and confrontations can make the stagnant heart ripple with vitality.
He claims to worship the quiet beauty of death, but in reality, he is a poor creature who clings to life.
At this moment, he couldn't restrain his desire to pour out his heart, and he immediately revealed a new card: "You got the most crucial point wrong—what does Jiang Baiyan want?"
Jian Jing lowered her eyes, with an expression of "disinterest" on her face, but her bitten lips betrayed her uneasiness.
He felt more comfortable.
If there were no audience under the stage, the performance would be so lonely.
A good artist enjoys this moment the most: he is talking and she is listening, and what he is talking about is bound to convince and discipline her.
Under the temptation of imagination, people cannot maintain absolute rationality and will say things they shouldn't say.
"You think that what he wants is to repay a favor, to show off himself, and to gain your approval." His tone became sharp, like a surgical knife, coldly dissecting Jiang Baiyan's body. "This judgment is not wrong, but you don't know him."
The corners of his lips slightly raised, and his appearance overlapped with the person sitting in the warm office: "He has no soul, only a body, with nothing inside. Such a person is destined to spend his whole life searching for something to fill the void."
After a pause, he couldn't help but sigh, "He is a monster. It's a pity that I met him too late."
How wonderful it would have been if I had met that child a few months earlier. If I had fed him with rotten and fertile nutrients and instilled my ideals in him, he would have grown in the dark abyss, like a colorful mushroom that tempted people to eat him.
How exciting and what a great anticipation!
What a pity, such a pity.
"Seven years ago, I met him near your home. He came to see you." He murmured, "Those eyes were so special. You thought he was a dog trying to please you, but I knew that what he wanted was not meat and bones, but a human heart."
The following few words were spoken in a light tone, and Jian Jing did not hear clearly: "What are you talking about?"
If a nearsighted person doesn't wear glasses, his hearing will also be greatly reduced. He smiled and said, "Do you know how I brought you out? It was very simple. I got an invitation letter - Jiang Baiyan's invitation letter."
Jian Jing was stunned, with thoughts flashing quickly in her eyes.
What does this mean? He had anticipated her choice, and removed the firewood from the fire, or...
"He betrayed you." He spat out the answer, especially the word "betrayed", which he pronounced very clearly.
Jian Jing subconsciously argued: "This is impossible!"
"Did you listen to me carefully?" He frowned unhappily. "What did I say just now? You don't understand him at all. He helps you and pleases you, all for your affection. So, as long as you can give him the same thing, and faster and easier, he will of course betray you."
"I don't believe it." Jian Jing maintained her rationality and refuted in an orderly manner, "It's just an invitation letter. You have plenty of ways to get it."
He pointed at the high heels and hairpins on the ground and said, "Don't you think it's too easy to find these things?"
She clasped her hands over her abdomen: "You have detection equipment."
"I won't give up until I reach the Yellow River." He sighed helplessly and took out the prepared recording.
Play.
The sound of a door opening, footsteps, someone sitting down, and then a period of silence.
He asked: "You look like you have something to say."
"Doctor Wang," Jiang Baiyan said, "I've been consulting with you for more than half a year. I've always talked about my own affairs, but I've never heard you talk about yourself."
He: "As a doctor, of course you should listen more and talk less."
Jiang Baiyan's tone rose: "Then I am at a disadvantage."
He smiled and said: "Well, since you want to listen, you can also talk about yourself."
"I knew that Dr. Wang graduated from the University of Edinburgh." Jiang Baiyan's tone was familiar and lively, "So I asked someone to investigate. Guess what - there has never been a person named Wang Shi on the list of international students."
Silence, strange silence.
He pressed the pause button and glanced at Jian Jing's face.
Although he didn't mention the point, she was not stupid. If he was really determined to help her, how could he have alerted the enemy and taken the initiative to expose his identity
He couldn't help but laugh again and played the second recording.
It was still Jiang Baiyan's voice: "Why should I agree to your conditions? As long as you tell her your whereabouts, she will definitely be grateful to me. Why should I help you?"
"If you really thought so, you wouldn't have told me the news." He said slowly, "Rather than helping, you would rather know what happened that year."
After a while, Jiang Baiyan said, "I am indeed curious."
"No, you're not curious." In the recording, his voice showed a different kind of charm, low and pleasant, attracting people to listen involuntarily, "You want to get an opportunity, a chance to... take advantage of the situation."
She couldn't see his expression, but the volume was loud enough for her to hear Jiang Baiyan's soft sigh.
This boy always looked sweet and lively in front of her, like soda in summer or milk tea in winter, warm and comfortable.
But this laughter did not belong to a lively young man, but a deep and meaningful laugh of a young man.
"She is talented and has already achieved great fame at a young age. She doesn't need your help in her career. She has her own support. She is righteous and smart. She not only saved you, but also saved others. Many people are grateful to her. You are nothing special."
In the recording, he was praising her, and outside the recording, he was also looking at her with interest.
"What can you use to pursue her, get her, and win her heart?" He cut open Jiang Baiyan's heart, dug out a bunch of rotten cotton wool, broke it into pieces, and crumpled it. "But this is an opportunity. Her unbearable experience is the biggest flaw in her heart. As long as you can grasp it, you can get her."
Jian Jing's face turned paler and paler, without a trace of blood, but she forced herself not to stop and listened with gritted teeth, as if there was still a faint hope left.
But she was destined to be disappointed.
After a long silence, Jiang Baiyan said, "So what?"
"I can help you."
"Why should I trust you?"
The recording ends here. He won’t be stupid enough to reveal his plan, so he drags the time bar to the end.
She heard Jiang Baiyan say: "Okay, I promise you."
"Do you understand?" He admired her expression with great interest. "He betrayed you and made a deal with you."
Jian Jing pursed her lips, her chest heaving several times before she managed to suppress her anger. She said sarcastically, "You're not much better. You sold him out just the same."
He spread his hands and said, "This is for your own good, so that you don't have any more unrealistic fantasies."
She gritted her teeth.
"Are you angry?" He knocked on the table, crossed his fingers and placed them under his chin, looking at her with a firm look, "Don't be angry, I will avenge you."
Jian Jing raised her head suddenly and said in disbelief, "Are you trying to... put the blame on him?"
"Pa pa," he clapped and praised loudly: "Smart, isn't this the best idea?"
As he spoke, he stood up and walked closer, saying slowly, "The police want to find a suspect, so just give them a suspect. Jiang Baiyan betrayed you, so make him pay the price. Everything is perfect."
Under the beam, her face was horribly pale, and the light in her pupils faded at a speed visible to the naked eye. Slowly, she sat down, holding onto the edge of the bed, her knuckles straining until veins were exposed.
"Xiao Jing." He called gently, "Do you still think you can win?"
She stopped talking.
And he knew that the amazing energy hidden in her body was slowly draining away. She would slowly lose her fighting spirit, gradually give up resistance, and sink into the endless abyss of despair, repeating the story of the past.
This is a written play.
She was powerless to change the outcome.