It’s nine o’clock, and there’s still one hour left before the book signing event starts.
The staff of the bookstore had all arrived at their posts, a total of more than a dozen people, and it would be a waste of time to talk to them one by one. Jian Jing came up with a rough and simple solution, adding herself to the other party's work group and directly collecting information about Lu Xue.
Ordinary messages are 200 blocks, important messages are 500 blocks, and critical messages are 800 blocks.
The management of BuBookstore was paid a high salary, but the average person's monthly salary was only around 3,000 yuan, so they had no reason to give up the deal.
Jian Jing received a lot of private messages. Most of the information was repetitive, but each person had a different focus, which made the one-sided content more complete.
Lu Xue is a beautiful young girl, cheerful and enthusiastic, hardworking, and many people like her. However, unlike what the event manager guessed, some people dislike her, not because she is too beautiful or too popular.
It's just that she is quite capable in the workplace, and those who hate her are those who used to work in the same department as her.
When Lu Xue entered the bookstore, she applied for the position of library specialist. Her daily work was to organize the books on the shelves, clean the shelves, and put the books that customers had placed in a mess back in their places.
There is nothing wrong with understanding this job as moving bricks. It's just constant moving and it's extremely hard.
In the same position, other people just move books, climb up and down, and work themselves to death, but Lu Xue is not like that.
While slacking off, she would chat with guests to learn what kind of books were more popular with them and what kind of publicity was more likely to attract them.
So, at the weekly meetings, while others only knew which books to put where and how much time it would take to organize them, she could talk freely and make targeted suggestions.
Leaders will naturally appreciate such employees, and people from other departments will only think that she is incompetent if they know about it.
Only her colleagues had a look of "F*ck" on their faces: your work is given to us to do, but you do nothing else and just do things that are not your job. This is not fair.
What's even more outrageous is that when the leader assigned a task, no one else said anything, but Lu Xue agreed immediately: "No problem, I think Brother X and Sister X will be able to do it too. If you're too busy, I can help."
x brother x sister: “…” Get lost.
Half a year later, Lu Xue was promoted to library management. Her daily work was to assist the purchasing department in selecting new books, registering and sorting new books, and managing the normal activities of the library area.
She is very serious about her work and extremely picky.
The time when she broke her bone was when she was dissatisfied with a librarian for not arranging the bookshelves correctly and the series of books were not in order. She criticized her in public and climbed up the ladder to sort the books herself.
Immediately afterwards, the ladder was hit and Lu Xue, who lost her balance, fell down. When she landed, she supported herself with her right arm and unfortunately broke her bone.
"She didn't do it when she should have, and she started doing it instead." The employee who leaked the information hinted, "No wonder she fell, it's not strange, right?"
Jian Jing smiled back.
It seems that many people believe that Lu Xue's fracture was not an accident, but was done intentionally by her dissatisfied classmates.
"Is that person still alive?" she asked.
An employee: "She resigned a long time ago. Was she the one who killed Lu Xue?"
Jian Jing: "There is no evidence that the two are related."
Besides the evidence, there was also insufficient motive. The conflict between Lu Xue and her was not serious. Changing jobs was much easier than killing someone. Even if we take a step back, the lessons of workplace grudges and broken bones were enough. There was no reason to kill someone.
"I heard that Lu Xue later went to the purchasing department?"
"Yes, the store manager is too partial. No wonder there are rumors."
The store manager was not present, so Jian Jing went straight to him for confirmation.
He denied: "I have a wife and children, Xiao Lu also has a boyfriend. I really don't know why those people are so bored that they have to make up a few words to feel relieved. If they have the energy, they can work hard like Xiao Lu. Are they afraid that I won't mention them? They don't do their work well, so they think others are the same as them."
Jian Jing did not comment, but just asked: "Why did you transfer Lu Xue to the purchasing department?"
"Xiao Lu is very down-to-earth. She never forgets to enrich herself when she is in charge of books. She has given me many useful suggestions in private. I have wanted her to go to the purchasing department for a long time. It happened that she had a fracture and could not do her original job, so I transferred her there."
The store manager was extremely regretful: "She did a really good job. With two more years of training, it won't be difficult for her to get promoted. To be honest, when she suddenly resigned, I thought she changed jobs. Who would have known... Was that person really Xiao Lu?"
"It's highly likely, but we'll have to wait until the police do a DNA test to find out the details." Jian Jing changed the subject, "Do you know if Lu Xue has any enemies here? I mean competitors or something like that."
The store manager hesitated and said, "It is said that the workplace is like a battlefield. There is definitely competition, but you can definitely not call them enemies."
Perhaps out of concern for the bookstore's reputation, he had a candidate but refused to say. Jian Jing pondered and didn't argue: "Do you have any information on Lu Xue?"
"Yes." The store manager breathed a sigh of relief and quickly agreed, "I'll have someone send it to you."
"It's troublesome."
Jian Jing looked at the watch. It was nine twenty.
She called Monsoon.
The other end picked up the phone quickly, but the voice was vague: "What?"
It sounded like she had disturbed her sleep after staying up late, so Jian Jing couldn't help but feel a little sorry: "Did I wake you up?"
"No, go ahead." Ji Feng was used to it.
"Something happened here." She explained the cause and effect as briefly as possible, and finally asked, "Lü Xue disappeared a year ago. I would like to ask you to check if there is any relevant report."
"Hmm." The rustling sound of someone getting dressed came from the other end of the phone. "Okay, wait a minute."
The police have an internal platform, which allows them to access case files of different levels based on their permissions. For most missing cases, there is no threshold and any official police officer can access them.
According to the ID number provided by Jian Jing, Ji Feng quickly found the relevant information about Lu Xue.
"Her father called the police a year ago and said his daughter was missing." He read the information quickly. "On April 18, 2019, he said his daughter had not called for three consecutive days. The phone was not answered. He called the company and said she had resigned, but the old man did not believe it and insisted that his daughter had left the company."
"Has the case been filed?"
"Nonsense, otherwise where would the case file come from? But in cases like this, usually the parties involved choose to disappear on their own. Especially since Lu Xue's mother is seriously ill and her father is just a cleaner, the family is under a lot of pressure..." Ji Feng has seen a lot of joys and sorrows, the good and evil of human nature, so it is not difficult for him to guess what the local police are thinking.
However, if the corpse was Lu Xue, then there must be something else going on. "I'll rush over as soon as possible. Is there anything else?"
Jian Jing said: "Would you please send me her parents' information?"
"No." Ji Feng refused ruthlessly, "We don't want to leak personal information."
"Just take a look."
"No discussion."
"I'm helping the police investigate the case, not doing it privately." Jian Jing argued.
Monsoon: “Rules are rules.”
She: “Really?”
"What do you want her parents' information for?" Ji Feng retorted.
Jian Jing responded: "How likely do you think it is that someone sneaked into the bookstore before seven o'clock, hid the body, and escaped unscathed without being monitored by any camera?"
"Very small." Ji Feng was pragmatic, "Most criminals are ordinary people, and most police officers are also ordinary people."
Jian Jing agreed with this statement—even though she still had a sense of weirdness deep in her heart—and said, "I tend to think that the phone call was just a distraction, and the person who placed the bones was one of the nine people who came before. But everyone was photographed entering the door, and no one was carrying any large objects."
"Oh, you think the corpse has been in the store all along." Ji Feng became interested, "Go on."
"The employees of Jinwu agreed to arrive at seven o'clock. The later they arrive, the more troublesome the operation will be, and the greater the possibility of exposing the body. Therefore, the later they arrive, the less suspicious they are. The planner, copywriter, and operator arrived almost immediately. No matter who they are, there is a high probability that they will act alone."
Jian Jing said as she organized her thoughts: "The ones with the most time are the manager and the cleaner. Although the manager may be lying and there is no such call, the police can check the call records and it will be discovered soon."
"I understand." Ji Feng completely understood her thoughts, "Lü Xue's father is Lü Weiguo."
There was a sudden silence on the other end of the line.
Jian Jing stood at the door of the bathroom and looked up at the display board. On it were the names "Cleaning Staff Jiang Hong" and "Cleaning Staff Lv Weiguo". Next to each name was a photo of the person.
"Today's cleaner is Lv Weiguo," she said softly, "I'll go talk to him."
Lu Weiguo was cleaning the house.
Seeing her coming, his old and dull face showed no expression, and he said calmly, "Little girl, do you have anything?"
"You were the one who put Lu Xue's body in the study room, right?" Jian Jing said straight to the point, "You are Lu Xue's father, right?"
Lu Weiguo was silent.
She asked, "Do you hope to find the murderer this way?"
Lv Weiguo finally spoke up with a thick accent: "I don't know anything, I'm uneducated, and the police don't believe me. There's nothing I can do."
"Uncle, I can help you." Time was pressing, and Jian Jing had no time or need to comfort him, so she asked directly, "Where did you find Lu Xue?"
Just as she expected, Lu Weiguo didn't need comfort, but revenge: "In the flower bed."
"The sky garden on the third floor?" Jian Jing was surprised.
The dark and thin old man nodded slowly: "When it rains, the dog always barks at me, and I feel a little bit sad. You may not believe it, but I always know that my daughter is here."
In his eyes, his daughter is the most filial child in the world.
The family was poor, the mother was ill, and she could not support the family with only her meager salary. My daughter was smart and hardworking since she was young. After she went out to work, she sent 2,000 yuan home every month.
"Dad, my boss thinks highly of me, and I will get a raise soon."
"Dad, I got a promotion again. I'll send you three thousand next month so you can buy something delicious for my mom."
"Dad, I'm sitting in the office, and I'm using the air conditioner every day, don't worry."
Every night, the child would call her mother, ask about her three meals a day, and remind her mother to take medicine on time every day, rain or shine.
Until April 15 last year, I never received another call from her.
He knew that his daughter must be dead, so he immediately went to the police station to report the incident.
However, no matter how he said that his daughter was filial and would never abandon them just because of the heavy burden at home, the police said there was no point in looking for the child because he was an adult and could not go anywhere.
He doesn't believe it.
After the child's mother died, he sold the things in his house and found his daughter's workplace. People here said that she had resigned and left, but he didn't believe it. It seemed that there was something guiding him, telling him that the child had not gone far, but was here.
He was uneducated and didn't know how to find people, so he just walked around every corner like the dumbest person.
For a whole year, he was the first to come to work and the last to leave work. He worked diligently, not missing any place, and walked through every corner of the building.
Finally, out of pity, a month ago during the rainy season, a guest came to the third floor with a puppy. The dog ran around on the terrace, and when it passed by the flower bed, it suddenly barked at it.
He was cleaning up the dog's urine at the time. When he heard the barking, his heart skipped a beat - he had looked everywhere except the flower bed. Could his daughter be... there
After get off work in the evening, he stayed until the end, sneaked up to the third floor, and dug up the flower beds with his bare hands.
The soil in the flower bed was half a meter high. He dug halfway and found a hand bone.
The yellowed hand bones lay in his cracked palm, as if the daughter had escaped from the grave and held her father's hand again.