In the dim and small room, a skinny person was lying on the bed. His face was sallow and his cheeks were thin. He almost lost his human form. Only his delicate eyebrows and straight nose vaguely showed that he once had a beautiful appearance.
"I'm sorry..." She reached out to the child beside the bed and cried sadly, "I'm sorry."
Wang Shili stood in front of her bed, his figure obscured by shadows.
The inner monologue echoed in the room, repeating the same sentence over and over again.
"Why?"
"Why?"
"Why?"
Jian Jing knew that behind the word "why", there should be other contents, more crucial information, but she had not gone deep into the person's heart, so she could not hear the key.
In just this short period of time, Wang Shi had already caught up with her and grabbed her shoulders tightly, "Get out."
"Is this your mother?" Jian Jing was calm but not shaken. She said sincerely, "You must love her very much."
But Wang Shi no longer buys this.
The secret buried deep inside was suddenly exposed. Even if it was just a little bit, it was enough to make him anxious and furious: "Get out! You know nothing! Get out!"
He grabbed her neck.
Jian Jing didn't move, only a faint smile appeared on her lips.
She chose such a dangerous method, of course she had her own reasons for doing so - [Anti-Hypnosis Card].
This was the most recent limited card she obtained, which directly determined the core part of the plan.
[Name: Limited Card: Anti-Hypnosis]
[Description: Passive skill. When the host is hypnotized by the outside world, it will automatically remind the host and hide all system-related information. At the same time, the host can consume 10 points of courage each time, and the feedback will be the same degree of anti-hypnosis.]
[Note: A sharp blade can hurt your hands, so don’t be offended]
Although the system is said to be intelligent, it is actually mentally retarded. In her heart, Jian Jing actually likes it. For whatever reason, the system always blocks the most malicious loopholes one step ahead, leaving her no chance to go astray.
The hypnosis card is powerful, but it happens to be a passive skill.
This can effectively prevent her from abusing her powers and becoming a person like Wang Shi. Jian Jing agreed to this kind of restraint, but in this way, she would have to take the risk of accepting hypnosis before she could retaliate.
Wang Shi had previously peeked into Jian Jing's heart, so he must also pay an equivalent price by revealing the secret.
She raised her hand and held his arm: "Do you love her?"
Wang Shi was in a trance for a moment, and in an instant, his memory fell deep again.
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"Bang", the big fist slammed heavily on the table, shaking the wine bottles and dishes and making crisp sounds. The tall man raised his head and asked the person who came in drunkenly: "Why did you take so long?"
The person who came into the room was very beautiful, with no trace of makeup on her face, and her facial features were attractive enough. She explained in a soft voice: "There are too many people in the queue."
The man sneered and said sarcastically, "How can you wait so long to buy a braised chicken foot? Are you flirting with her? Ah!"
The ending tone suddenly rises.
The man's face turned pale: "Don't talk nonsense!"
"Nonsense?" The man stood up suddenly and grabbed her by the face. "You've been flirting with other girls for a long time, and you thought I didn't know, huh? Bitch."
While cursing, he slapped the man in the face.
The man was beaten to tears, but he dared not cry loudly. He sobbed and said, "Don't wrongly accuse me. He just said a few words to me. What's the point of flirting with me?"
“Whether you’ve been wronged or not, you know it clearly.” The man sneered, sat back at the table with a swagger, opened the newly bought braised chicken feet, and started to eat with a crunch.
He felt wronged, but he also knew it was useless, so he just weakly said, "Leave some for Shi'er."
"Why keep it? It's not my son." The man spat out the bone with a ferocious look on his face.
No one dared to say anything else and busily went into the kitchen to clean up.
Just then, footsteps were heard outside the door.
Wang Shi came back. He was still young, but he was gentle and handsome, and he had a shadow of his future. After entering the house, he quickly glanced at his mother with a swollen face in the kitchen, and then looked at his father who was eating and drinking, and said, "The midterm exam results are out, and I am still the first in the grade."
My father's expression changed. It was no longer pure indifference and disgust, but a mixture of relief and pride.
"Not bad, you didn't embarrass me." He picked up a chicken foot and threw it into the bowl beside him, "Eat it."
Wang Shiyi's mother took the bowl from his hand and ate calmly and politely, and then informed his father: "After dinner, I will go to Liu Meng's house to do my homework."
"Director Liu's son?" The man's eyes lit up. He didn't want to ask if he was his own son. He said hurriedly, "Remember to tell Uncle Liu that I'm working. Damn it, I can't make any money and I can't eat."
Wang Shi said "Oh" and asked, "Dad, haven't you found a job yet?"
The man's face suddenly turned gloomy.
Someone gave him a look of dismay and came to his rescue, saying, "Your father wants to go back to the factory to work. Director Wu's position should have belonged to your father. Alas."
"Mr. Wu got in through the back door." The man drank beer in big gulps, his eyes red, "You should help me out, too, okay?"
Wang Shi said, “I understand.”
Before he finished speaking, the scene immediately jumped and the screen turned black.
The man was still drinking, while others were taking apart an old sweater and preparing to knit clothes. It looked like the style was for their son.
Little Wang Shi went home with his schoolbag on his back and told his father: "Liu Meng told me that Director Wu is my mother's relative, and it is impossible for my father to replace him."
The man pounded his fist on the table again: "Fuck you, why!"
"Mom, I'm going to take a shower and go to bed." Wang Shi said.
The two hurriedly got up to prepare some clothes for their son. While they were busy, the man suddenly called out, "Come here, I have something to tell you."
He stared at his beautiful wife and said, "Director Liu promoted Wu just to give face to his wife. After all, you are the director and your wife is nothing. As long as you can convince her, there is hope."
The man stammered, "How much do you want? We are running out of money at home."
The man knew it, of course, and didn't argue with her. He looked from her face to her body, and smiled slowly: "What money do you want? Director Liu has a bad temper, and I know that he is here to make money."
The man’s breath stopped, as if he had a premonition of something, and all the blood drained from his face.
"You're a slut anyway, so there's nothing wrong with helping a man." The man smiled coldly, and his words were crazy and shrewd, and it was hard to tell whether he was drunk or sober.
People screamed: "No—"
The sound stopped abruptly.
The picture rotates, the light dims, and the scene changes from home to outside.
Wang Shili, carrying his schoolbag, stood at the door of his house, staring at the men's leather shoes that did not belong to his father, with an extremely strong hatred emerging on his face.
He turned his head and glared at the uninvited guest next to him: "You are spying on me, but you can't help me get away."
"We have known each other for so many years, we just want to get to know each other." Jian Jing's tone was as if she was on a blind date, "You are not your biological father, right? He doesn't look like him."
Wang Shi lowered his mouth coldly and said nothing.
She added: "My mother is very beautiful."
"She is a weak person." Wang Shi pushed open the door.
The guests inside had disappeared. My father sat with his legs crossed, picking up peanuts with his chopsticks. He was tall and burly, like a towering mountain, weighing down the family.
From the bedroom, there was a sound of someone suppressing crying.
Jian Jing was silent for a moment, then said, "You shouldn't blame a victim. Or, you know it's not her fault, so you should really blame the weak person, yourself."
She looked down at the young Wang Shi, staring at the door, but she didn't have the courage to push it open, let alone the courage to question the drinking man.
"Yes, I regret not killing her earlier." Wang Shidao said, "If I had died earlier, I wouldn't have to endure all this pain and humiliation."
Jian Jing asked: "What will happen if she dies? Will a father take good care of a son who has no blood relationship with him?"
Wang Shi's face suddenly turned gloomy.
The light disappeared.
The drinking man disappeared, and the crying man also disappeared.
He pressed on: "Don't tell me what to do. You don't understand anything!" He grabbed her neck with both hands. "Since you are so interested in the past, I will show you everything. Don't regret it."
The black hole devoured the two of them.
is gone.
At this moment, in the bar box.
The well-insulated door and wall blocked most of the noise. There was neither wine nor food on the table, only two bottles of mineral water and an Italian fruit plate.
The atmosphere was even more extraordinary. Instead of being cozy and relaxed, it was almost as serious as a dean inspecting the classroom.
Quiet, tense, serious, and nervous.
"Any news?" Kang Mucheng asked.
Ji Feng spread his hands.
"It's the eighth." Kang Mucheng said coldly, "The police efficiency is as touching as ever."
Ji Feng sat down and sighed: "I know it's urgent, but I have checked Wang Shi thoroughly. There is no problem with this identity. All the records from small to big are complete. There is no problem with the exit record. There is no problem with anything without evidence."
Kang Mucheng pinched his brows, his chest full of anxiety and depression: "Then don't worry about it, save Jingjing first."
Monsoon: “I can’t do it.”
"You are hiding something from me." Kang Mucheng looked at her and said slowly, "In a kidnapping case, rescuing the hostages is definitely the most important thing, but the police investigation is still focused on Wang Shi, and few people are looking for her whereabouts."
Ji Feng sighed again, helplessly: "I really looked for it, I really looked for it, but I couldn't find it."
To most police officers, Wang Shiye was a rare criminal. He was smart, cautious, rational, and cunning. Many of their predecessors had solved countless major cases in their lifetime, but had only encountered one or two such guys.
Such a battle of wits and courage among criminals is both exciting and exhausting.
He cheered himself up and explained, "Even if I advocated investigating the murderer first, the leader would not agree. The work of searching for Teacher Jian's whereabouts has never stopped."
"No clues at all?" Kang Mucheng asked.
Ji Feng thought for a moment and said, "To be precise, there are too many clues. He is very cunning and has done a lot of real and fake cover-ups. This is also the biggest trouble I have encountered in my work."
Wang Shi is a very smart person. In the past, when his identity information was leaky, he acted very decisively and left no traces, even if he found a fake identity. Now that management is strict, it is not easy to change a new identity, and the true and false identities have left many interference items, greatly increasing the police work.
For example, before, he seemed impulsive and attacked suddenly, but he planned carefully and left a blood sample, which caused him to spend a lot of time investigating, and the result was a huge pit.
The same is true for this kidnapping.
"If you take a taxi, the driver must have an impression of it. Was there really someone in the suitcase? If there was, that's easy to say. If not, we have to re-investigate the people who attended the ceremony. And Jiang Baiyan's car, if she really has been there, we have to start investigating the route taken by the car. If not, our direction is completely wrong."
Ji Feng explained the investigation route in detail.
Kang Mucheng listened patiently to the end, but said: "I don't understand the investigation, I just want to ask you a question: if you find Jingjing and you haven't found any evidence, will you save her?"
Monsoon is silent.
"Heh." Kang Mucheng sneered, "You knew that she would do it, but you didn't protect her. You just watched her being taken away."
She was furious, her eyes as cold as ice: "You hid it from me. If I knew about this, I would never let her receive the award."
Ji Feng raised his eyelids and said calmly, "Kang Mucheng, this is why she kept it a secret from you."
The air was dead silent.