Lu Wei decided to find the murderer and avenge his daughter.
However, he was neither an experienced retired detective nor had any criminal investigation knowledge. He was just a cleaner who had graduated from elementary school and could barely recognize a few words.
He wanted to get news about his daughter, but the new employees didn't know Lu Xue at all, and the old employees wouldn't mention someone who had left the company more than a year ago.
Ask for help from the door and look for the place.
"I've asked people, but it's hard to hand my daughter over to the police if she's been missing for so long. I don't trust them, I'd rather look for her myself." Lu Wei told her, "The people who killed my daughter might come out when they see her here."
It makes sense.
However, Jian Jing had a feeling that he was not telling the truth.
This is an extremely mysterious intuition, like a strand of spider silk stuck to the back of the neck, light and weightless, but the skin can detect a hint of abnormality.
"Do you have any signs of doubt?" She pretended not to be suspicious and continued to ask.
Lu Wei said, "Yes."
The person he suspected the most was the store manager, and the reason was easy to understand: "They all said that my daughter had some relationship with him, and he got married again..." At this point, the father's expression became gloomy, "Maybe it was because of me and her mother..."
Jian Jing couldn't help but frown.
She understood what Lu Wei was thinking: Lu Xue only graduated from high school and did not have a high level of education, but she was promoted at an incredibly fast speed. Coupled with the rumors from others, the old man could not help but be suspicious.
However, don't forget where other people's dissatisfaction with Lu Xue came from.
She grabs credit, loves to show off, is overly positive... These negative comments, to a certain extent, have washed away the suspicion of being ambiguous with others.
"Who told you they were related?" Jian Jing probed.
Lu Wei raised his head, his cloudy eyes were filled with confusion: "That's what they all said."
"Uncle, just following what others say may not be true." Jian Jing said cautiously, "I'll go check somewhere else - is there anything else you haven't told me?"
She suddenly turned around and stared at Lu Wei.
The old man seemed flustered for a moment, then calmed down: "What do you want to know?"
Jian Jing stared at him for a long time and said, "If there is any, I will ask you."
"Oh, okay." Lu Wei lowered his head and consciously scrubbed the floor tiles repeatedly with the mop.
Jian Jing went to the cafe on the third floor and ordered a caramel macchiato and fried onion rings for herself.
The cashier girl asked while making coffee: "Teacher Jian, have you found anything?"
"I don't have any clues. After all, it's been a long time." Jian Jing leaned against the counter, her eyes swept across the empty coffee shop, and said casually, "It seems that there are not many people."
"There are more people at noon," said the cashier. "We are also considered an Internet celebrity store. People often come to check in on weekends."
Jian Jing smiled and said, "The coffee smells good. There must be employees who come here often to drink it, right?" She was afraid that it would be too deliberate, so she deliberately added one more sentence to confuse the audience, "Is there any discount?"
"Employees get a 20% discount, but Manager Sun is the only one who comes here every day." The cashier girl blinked.
Jian Jing touched her face and smiled at her.
"Your caramel macchiato and fried onion rings." The cashier girl handed over the tray and lowered her voice, "Actually, the coffee here is not as good as this one. The price-performance ratio is not as good as Starbucks."
"Thank you." Jian Jing thanked him sincerely.
This piece of information was extremely valuable: Why did Manager Sun come to this coffee shop every day when the price/performance ratio was not high? Especially since she was the manager of the purchasing department.
The purchasing department of Butian Bookstore has a director who is in charge of overall planning at the headquarters, and each branch has a manager. Lu Xue and Manager Sun are both colleagues and competitors.
Jian Jing found the store manager and asked him again about the whole story of Lu Xue's resignation.
"She left very suddenly, without any warning," the store manager recalled. "On the morning of the 15th, I saw her resignation letter on my desk. She said that she had family problems and could not continue working there, so she would not receive this month's salary."
"Is your resignation letter still there?" Jian Jing asked anxiously.
"Let me look for it," the store manager said as he rummaged through the drawer. "We usually hand over resignation letters like this to the HR department for filing. But at the time, I felt it was too sudden and a pity, and I wanted to have a good chat with her, so I stayed and told the HR department that it would be counted as a leave. Later, we didn't get in touch, so we terminated the contract."
He rummaged through boxes and drawers for a long time and finally found the long-lost resignation letter in the gap of a drawer.
"Fortunately it fell into the interlayer, otherwise it might have been shredded as waste paper." The store manager breathed a sigh of relief and said sincerely, "I hope I can help you. Alas, I didn't expect Xiao Lu to do such a thing... I wish I had asked more questions at the beginning, and it's been a year..."
He shook his head and said nothing more.
Jian Jingzhan wrote a resignation letter. The content inside was a common resignation letter template, in Song-style size 5 font, not handwritten. There was nothing much to say, except that the signature was handwritten.
She also asked the store manager to find something signed with the names of the bookstore employees to facilitate handwriting identification.
To be honest, in today's paper-based office world, few people write by hand. In the end, I went to the finance office and got a signature book for receiving wages and reimbursements.
Not only are there signatures of all employees on it, but there are also numbers with the date written on it.
Following the principle of saving as much as possible, Jian Jing first compared Manager Sun's notes with his resignation letter.
bingo.
At this time, there are still 10 minutes until the signing session at 10 o'clock.
When Manager Sun walked into the store manager's office, he knew that everything was over.
The writer who was holding a book signing event today—said to be a mystery novelist—was sitting on the sofa, looking at her coldly.
Although Fang was unexpectedly young, Sun Bing did not dare to breathe a sigh of relief. On the contrary, her eyes were as cold as her dyed hair, and there was frost on her face before she even got close.
"Manager Sun, I will be leaving for a book signing in nine minutes. Time is limited, so I won't beat around the bush." Jian Jing said, "I asked the store manager to call you over because I want to persuade you to surrender."
Manager Sun tried his best to hide his panic: "I don't know what you are talking about. What are you talking about? It has nothing to do with me."
Jian Jing raised the resignation letter in her hand: "This is Lu Xue's resignation letter. We only need to do a handwriting identification and it will be easy to find out who actually wrote it."
People have the instinct to seek benefits and avoid harm. "You mean this? Well, I wrote it," Manager Sun thought of himself calmly retorting, "Lü Xue had a broken bone at the time, so her hand was not convenient, so I wrote it for her. What's the problem?"
"Her arm was broken, not her finger. Even if she couldn't hold the pen, she could still leave fingerprints." Jian Jing said, "For a document that requires signatures, it is not reasonable to let someone else write for her."
Manager Sun said nonchalantly, "It's just a resignation letter, not a contract. You're accusing me of the murderer based on this. Is this a joke?"
Jian Jing was calm and said, "The murderer buried Lu Xue's body in the flowerbed on the third floor. I think the incident must have occurred in this building. Because she couldn't move the body out of the building. After all, it's not difficult to turn off the surveillance in the building by cutting off the power, but there are surveillance cameras at the main door and back door and other shops, so there's no way to completely avoid them.
"So, the safest way is to hide the body in the building, under our noses, so we can check the situation every day."
"Are you crazy? Why would I kill Lu Xue? Don't tell me it's because we are in the same department." Manager Sun protested, "We have competition, but I don't have to kill anyone."
Jian Jing said, "I've been to the Administration Department. According to the records, on April 20, the Purchasing Department's office replaced a broken table. To be honest, tables these days are not very sturdy, and they wouldn't break in half a year, unless someone wanted to destroy the evidence. But you didn't know that the table was not thrown away, but was stuffed into the cleaning office by the Administration Department."
Manager Sun's expression changed slightly.
"I think with today's technology, it's not difficult to detect blood stains on it." Jian Jing paused, and took the initiative to stop Manager Sun's sophistry, "You don't want to say that this is caused by Lu Xue cutting her hand, right?"
Manager Sun gritted his teeth and said, "No?"
"You can try, but I don't recommend it." Jian Jing added, "The police will find a way to expose your lies. By then, the price you pay will be much higher than turning yourself in."
The alarm on my cell phone rang at 10 o'clock.
"I still have time, Manager Sun can take your time to think about it." She said, "It's not terrible to make mistakes. If you admit and correct them in time, there will always be a chance for recovery. But if you just want to cover up your mistakes, you will eventually end up in ruin."
The color on Manager Sun's face faded, but he still held on to hope and remained silent.
Jian Jing sighed softly and said nothing more. She had done everything she could to reason about the case. If Manager Sun was not hopeless, she would definitely make the right decision.
No one can escape the punishment of crime.
Did she really never regret it when she looked at the flower bed every day
[Task completed, system settlement in progress]
Why do so many people want to be stars
Maybe it's because of this moment.
When Jian Jing hurried into the reading room, she was shocked by the situation on the scene.
The small room was filled with enthusiastic readers, their eyes were full of enthusiasm and admiration, their faces were filled with joy and warm smiles. Some held flowers, some carried cakes, and when she arrived, they burst into loud and surprised screams.
The enthusiasm of the fans is hotter than the summer heat wave. The air conditioner is set to 23°, but the indoor temperature is at least 27 or 28 degrees.
A slight sweat oozed out of his back, and he felt both the joy of being the center of attention and the nervousness of being watched by so many people.
Jian Jing took a deep breath and quickly activated the state of "concentration", forcing herself to calm down.
She slowly walked to the center of the booth and bowed: "Thank you all for coming to my book signing event."
"Ah, Teacher Jian Jing!"
"Teacher Jingjing, I love you so much!!"
“Good luck to “Devil Doctor”!!!”
The fans responded with enthusiastic cheers.
According to the procedure, Jian Jing gave a short speech before the signing.
Kang Mucheng said that he could share his creative experience or thank editors and readers for their support, but he must never mention suicide. If someone asked, he had to say it was a misunderstanding and not explain anything afterwards.
Similarly, writer Wu's innuendos have not been ignored, so just ignore them and keep smiling.
"The more you talk, the more mistakes you make; the less you talk, the fewer mistakes you make," he warned. "Never underestimate the journalists' ability to interpret."
However, they expected someone to cause trouble, but they did not expect the content.
Suicide is old news from a few months ago, how can it compare to the heat of fresh news
"Excuse me, Mr. Jian," a reporter stood up, "I think there is another matter that needs your answer more than a thank you speech."
She raised her eyebrows: "Please go ahead."
"According to someone inside the bookstore, a body appeared here an hour ago." The reporter made a shocking revelation and smiled, "Excuse me, Mr. Jian, is this true?"
Without waiting for Jian Jing to answer, he asked questions in rapid succession: "If it is true, who is the perpetrator? Why did you cover up the news? What is the relationship between the perpetrator and you?"
The whole place was silent.