Monsoon had to clarify: "I brought it."
Jian Jing: "Air?"
"Just kidding, pigeon soup is good, it nourishes the body." Ji Feng tried to make up for his loss and quickly handed her a brown paper bag, "Copy of the file, the original has been submitted to the procuratorate."
Jian Jing: "That's it?"
He pulled his hand back: "You have to give it back to me."
She held the bag tightly.
Ji Feng pulled hard for a long time but couldn't get it back, so he let go: "Okay, it seems you have recovered well."
Jian Jing opened the cowhide bag and quickly scanned the text.
The content is consistent with Wang Shi's memory. His father used to be a worker in a state-owned enterprise. He lost his job due to a wave of layoffs and the enterprise was transformed into a private enterprise. He managed to use private connections to successfully resume his job, but was later transferred by the company again.
Not long after, his mother became seriously ill and needed a lot of money, so his father embezzled public funds, abandoned his mother and ran away, and disappeared without a trace.
"Just from this alone, it's hard to tell that he has a problem." Ji Feng was amazed. "What's going on between him and his mother? Do you know the answer?"
Jian Jing felt heavy-hearted: "He loves his mother very much, and his mother loves him too. His father is a jerk." She dusted off the paper and said sarcastically, "What he calls making connections is forcing his wife to sell sex."
This time, Ji Feng couldn't help but sigh: "How strange."
When we went to Wang Shilao's house to investigate, those who knew the truth always avoided my gaze and seemed hesitant to speak. It turned out there was such a reason.
"He must have killed his father, and he was the one who took half of the money." Jian Jing counted with her fingers and shook her head, "He was only in junior high school at that time."
Ji Feng glanced at her: "Teacher Jian, you seem to sympathize with him a little?"
"He's dead, of course we can sympathize with him." Jian Jing said.
He said, "Yeah, everything will be easy if he dies, right?"
Jian Jing raised her eyebrows, implying something behind her words: "Hmm?"
Ji Feng smiled: "Gun."
She pretended to be surprised: "What gun? Oh, it's his gun, it sank into the sea."
He chuckled: "Do you think I can tell the difference between a revolver and a .38 revolver? What a coincidence, the one that killed him was a .38 revolver, and it was compatible with the revolver that Fang Li's lover Wen Hui's boyfriend bought?"
She spread her hands: "I don't have it anyway."
"Of course you don't have it," he said, "and you won't have it in the future."
Jane glanced at him quietly.
Ji Feng looked over, his face expressionless, as if he hadn't hinted at anything.
The two reached a tacit understanding through eye contact.
"Cough cough." Jian Jing cleared her throat and stretched out her hand.
Ji Feng: “…” He felt in his pocket and finally took out a piece of chewing gum.
Jian Jing slapped his hand away and said unhappily, "Where are my things? The case is closed, so it's time to return them to me."
"Oh, I almost forgot." Ji Feng laughed and took out the watch and locator from his coat pocket. "Come to think of it, where did you buy this? The signal is very good and it's waterproof."
Jian Jing snatched it away and hid it immediately: "A friend gave it to me."
"What friend? Introduce me to him." he said.
"No way." She ordered him to leave. "Go back quickly. I want to sleep."
Ji Feng asked casually, "Have you had supper?"
Jian Jing: "Actually..."
ten minutes later.
Ji Feng left the ward and said hello to the nurse on duty: "Thank you for your leniency. I'm leaving now."
"You're welcome." The nurse said with a smile, "Patient 809 is now much better. Officer Ji can come during the day next time."
Ji Feng asked: "When will you be discharged from the hospital?"
"The family requests to be observed for two more days." the nurse replied.
He nodded. When the elevator arrived, he waved goodbye and walked into the elevator as if nothing had happened.
The elevator went down one floor, stopped, and the door opened.
The girl wearing a mask and a woolen hat came in and urged, "Hurry up, the nurses will be checking the wards at twelve o'clock. If they find me absent, Mr. Kang will have to lock me up for another week."
Ji Feng said insincerely: "How miserable."
"I want to eat barbecue." She was full of sadness, "Carp soup, chicken soup, pigeon soup, pig's trotter soup, Mr. Kang's aunt must be Cantonese."
Monsoon: “There’s no barbecue nearby.”
"Did you drive?" Jian Jing asked.
"I haven't been home for half a month. I'll go back early today." Ji Feng negotiated, "There's a noodle shop nearby. I'll have a bowl of yellow croaker noodles and then go back. Is that okay?"
She thought about it and gave in: "Okay."
The night wind was chilly, but the noodle shop was brightly lit and business was brisk, with customers sitting in groups of three or four.
The TV hanging in the corner was playing a popular costume idol drama. The content was boring and the martial arts were awkward. Its only function was to add a bit of liveliness to the cold night.
The boss looked up at Ji Feng and asked, "Or is it snow vegetable and yellow croaker?"
"Yeah." He took out the money, "What do you want to eat?"
Jian Jing: "It's just as good."
The pickled mustard greens and yellow croaker noodles are the signature dish of the restaurant. The pickled mustard greens are cut into fine pieces and served hot with some chili peppers. The fish is delicious and the noodles are chewy, and drinking the noodles will warm your whole body.
Survived a disaster.
Jian Jing finished her midnight snack with great satisfaction and sneaked back to the eighth floor.
While the nurse was busy sorting out the cases, she turned on the white kitten mode, sneaked back to her room, and fell asleep peacefully.
Ji Feng saw the lights go out, yawned, slowly started the car, and went back.
On the ninth day of hospitalization, Kang Mucheng finally overwhelmed Jian Jing's pleading and agreed to discharge her.
"Don't rush to go to school, take a couple of days off." He personally drove me to and from school, not forgetting to remind me, "The most important thing is to take good care of your health."
Jian Jing said, "I plan to finish writing Devil 3 in the winter."
Kang Mucheng was surprised: "Do you have any ideas?"
She nodded. After so many cases, she never lacked inspiration, but she had been too preoccupied with it before and was too lazy to write. Now that the previous situation was resolved and the threats were gone, she felt completely relaxed. It was time to get to work.
"Write slowly." Kang Mucheng was very relieved. Although Jian Jing looked lively and energetic, as long as he thought about the kidnapper who had kidnapped her and the terrible impact he had on her, he could not believe it at all. "Maybe, I will write a crime theme for the time being, something different."
He made a concession: "Love is also possible."
Jian Jing pursed her lips, but still couldn't help but said, "Puff."
Mr. Kang is also very cute - although this adjective is very appropriate - but his expression of reluctance and concealment is really rare.
She could almost repeat his thoughts: Although your talent is not in romance, although your current situation is not suitable for transformation, although... Alas, if you want to write, you can.
Kang Mucheng: "Is it funny?"
"No, no." She shook her head quickly.
The car drove slowly into the residential area. Kang Mucheng helped her carry the luggage up and checked the house inside and out before he left with peace of mind.
After he left, Jian Jing strolled into the study and took down the poster of "Devil Doctor" hanging on the wall.
The back wall is covered with sticky notes, photos, and colored strings representing logic.
This was the script she had written in her notebook a month ago.
From finding Jiang Baiyan, to him seeing the simulated portrait and thus associating it with the psychiatrist, to her completely changing the entire plan and letting Jiang Baiyan "betray" herself in exchange for Wang Shi's trust... Looking back today, it seems like a lifetime ago.
With mixed feelings, Jian Jing tore off the sheets one by one and threw them into the shredder, letting them turn into a messy bunch of paper.
It's all over.
She clapped her hands and began to calculate the budget for the stage play "The Withered Rose".
First, there are two special cards that play a role.
[Name: Special card · Black technology watch (main part)]
[Content description: A product developed with high technology beyond imagination, waterproof, fireproof, shockproof and anti-magnetic, ultra-light and ultra-comfortable, with three basic functions: time, astrology, temperature and humidity, guide, timing, and zero error]
[Note: This product can be used in combination with other cards. Consume 5 points of courage to print a new appearance or turn on Bluetooth to connect with ordinary electronic devices]
[Name: Special card locator (unit)]
[Content description: Black technology component, satellite positioning equipment, with color-changing concealed appearance, good adhesion, can be pasted on various materials, waterproof and fireproof]
[Note: It needs to be bound to the main component. Automatic navigation can be enabled by consuming 10 points of courage]
The watch looks plain black, but even for daily use, its performance far exceeds that of ordinary watches.
Jian Jing couldn't bear to see the pearl covered in dust, so she put it on herself immediately.
However, this thing had been seen by Ji Feng before. With his keen sense, he would definitely become suspicious when he saw her wearing this watch often.
“Let’s develop a new look,” she said.
The system pops up a DIY panel, which is very different from the appearance system that cheats people into buying things in the game. First, select the basic style, then the layout, and finally adjust the color.
Jian Jing chose the pink, white, sweet and cool style without hesitation.
New plug-in synthesis, printed on the watch.
As a result, this high-tech electric watch is no longer bulky and square, but has become smart and sweet, suitable for any clothing style.
Put away the locator first.
Three prop cards, one gas, one signal smoke, one oxygen cylinder, and the glasses turned into contact lenses, with a rubbing appearance, consuming a total of 20 courage points.
Add 10 points of anti-hypnosis, totaling 30.
Fortunately, the profits were considerable.
[Task name: Withered Rose (Completed)]
[Task rewards and penalties: 30 points of courage + 20 points of special contribution]
[Note: Courage can be used to draw cards (normal), each time costs 5 points; Contribution can be used to draw cards (special), each time costs 10 points]
In addition, she gave him a haute couture dress as compensation.
Whenever Jian Jing thought of this, her heart ached.
She also realized a truth: it is better for a crime to happen in a different place...
At nine o'clock in the evening, Jiang Baiyan finished filming the last scene of the day and went home happily.
In a few days, rose gold will be finished.
He was looking forward to this play more than ever before.
"Meow~" Pudding came over to rub his legs as soon as he entered the door. Jiang Baiyan picked up the chubby orange and touched its head: "It's OK, you haven't lost weight yet."
Pudding said aggrievedly: "Meow."
He was impartial and unmoved.
Pudding had to escape.
Jiang Baiyan took off his windbreaker, rolled up his sleeves, and began to clean the cat's poop, change the water, and put away the cat's toys. Then, he picked up the kettle and went to the balcony to water the plants, loosen the soil, and prune the branches of some plants.
After completing my daily routine, I heated up a cup of milk for myself and drank it while opening gifts.
There was a beautiful box on the sofa, and I didn't know who gave it to me.
He untied the ribbon and took out a cipher box.
There is another letter.
"Huh." Jiang Baiyan put down the milk cup and held the letter under the light to identify it.
He saw a line that sounded like the beginning of a line: "If you see this letter, it proves that I am dead..."
"Oh." He smiled, opened the wax seal, and began to read slowly.
The letter was very short, only one and a half pages, but he read it for more than twenty minutes, and was distracted several times in the middle, before he finished reading the entire content.
After reading it, he drank up the milk, rummaged through the drawers, found the aromatherapy gift box that his mother had given him, and took out the lighter from it.
Light the envelope, throw it into the ceramic cup, and let the paper be engulfed by the flames.
Turned into a cup of burnt ash.
He went into the kitchen, got a glass of water, and poured the ashes and water into the drain.
Then, "Pudding," he called.
The orange cat ran over and tilted its head.
Jiang Baiyan carried it to the table, held its paw, and pushed the cup.
Pudding looked at it curiously and patted it out of habit.
Bang!
The cup fell onto the table and broke into pieces.
Pudding's hair stood on end and he jumped far away.
Jiang Baiyan smiled and said, "It's okay."
He squatted on the ground, threw the broken pieces into the trash can, and the corners of his lips unconsciously raised slightly.