Jian Jing was busy all morning and was exhausted, so she didn't continue to work on the script in the afternoon. She originally planned to walk around the hotel and breathe some fresh air, but when she saw that the sky was gloomy and it looked like it was going to rain, she gave up.
Fortunately, there are cats to play with.
Unfortunately, she was not the only one who had a crush on the cat, and Xue Xiaosheng spared no effort to strike up a conversation with her.
"Teacher Jian, I don't like to hold a cat. Please teach me."
"Teacher Jian, do you have a cat? Which cat is more docile? I also want to have one."
Jian Jing: "I don't have a cat."
Otherwise, how could Jiang Baiyan be so clever? He immediately said, "I have a cat. But I often go out to film, so I can't take good care of Pudding. Only my assistant can feed him. It's so pitiful to be alone at home."
While laughing, he pursed his lips, making an extremely lonely and pitiful expression.
Xue Xiaosheng: "I heard that the animal is suffering from depression because it is not loved by its owner."
"Ah, I didn't want to either. Our cat Pudding eats too much and no one wanted to adopt it. I was afraid that other stray cats would bully it, so I took it home on impulse." When boys start to act like green tea, girls have nothing to do with it.
Jian Jing: “…” Yesterday, two beautiful sisters competed to praise me, and today, two beautiful brothers competed to please me. What is going on in this world
The most annoying thing is screenwriter Xu, who is used to seeing this and said to her: "Enjoy it. The entertainment industry is the most realistic place. When you are popular, everyone comes to praise you, but when you fall, no one cares about you anymore. Flowers do not bloom forever, so enjoy it while you can, otherwise you will be gone in a blink of an eye."
Jian Jing: "You are very experienced?"
"Youth is a waste if you don't act frivolously." Screenwriter Xu said, "He is just asking for an opportunity. Now it's just a matter of your words. What are you afraid of?"
"My words are not that valuable." Jian Jing shook her head, inevitably feeling a little distressed.
As soon as she was upset, Jiang Baiyan immediately understood and asked, "Teacher Jingjing, I'm going to make coffee. Do you still want the usual one?"
Jian Jing nodded subconsciously, and he walked away.
Xue Xiaosheng certainly didn't want to annoy anyone. He got the news that although Jian Jing's vote was not a big deal, if she opposed someone's participation, Fei Niao probably didn't want to cause unpleasantness with her.
What he was afraid of was that she was determined to support Jiang Baiyan, and even if he arranged for other people, he would still be eliminated in the end.
"Teacher Jian." Xue Xiaosheng smiled, his spirits high, "Let's go for a walk in the back, there is a small garden, let's get some fresh air."
Jian Jing thought about it and agreed.
Xue Xiaosheng put the cat down and accompanied her for a walk in the small garden.
This garden is really small, with only a few steps in total, but the owner has taken good care of it, and it is still green in winter, which is very pleasing to the eye.
"You don't have to worry too much about me." There was no one around, so Jian Jing went straight to the point, "As for the casting, it mainly depends on Director Huang."
Since he was getting straight to the point, Xue Xiaosheng didn't pretend: "I hope Teacher Jian can give me a chance. If I can handle the role, let me give it a try."
Jian Jing was puzzled: "If you are suitable, I certainly have no objection."
Xue Xiaosheng was stunned, and immediately realized that she had just entered the circle and still retained a sense of innocence, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed.
"Thank you, Teacher Jian. I have worked hard all the time." He bowed, his eyes burning with sincere enthusiasm.
Jian Jing took two steps away and walked forward.
Xue Xiaosheng followed him, his tone much lighter: "I have read Mr. Xi's works..."
This is the third person who has recited book reviews with her.
Jian Jing was listening absentmindedly, when she suddenly caught a glimpse of a person standing in front of her. He was vaguely standing behind a pot of crabapples, but her appearance was not clear.
She was just hesitating whether to go around when suddenly there was a muffled thunder in the sky and rain poured down.
Okay, just go ahead.
Xue Xiaosheng got the promise and didn't bother him anymore. He went on to try to please Director Huang.
Jian Jing breathed a sigh of relief and went back to her room.
At this time, I couldn't sit still, so I took out my computer and planned to write a new manuscript.
The new film is called "Rose, Gold and Killer", which is inspired by the robbery in Lakeside Park. It tells the story of a girl who deduced the location of the robbers' treasure through news reports and unearthed a million dollars of gold.
Then, she used the gold to hire a killer to avenge her dead parents.
Jian Jing had talked to Kang Mucheng before and thought that this story should include some love elements, so there was no doubt that love sprouted between the girl and the killer.
However, although the plan was good, there were many setbacks when writing it.
The reasoning part was easy for me and I wrote it very quickly, but when it came to love, I started to have a hard time, as if I would never be able to write well about that lingering thread of love.
The same is true today.
After working for a whole afternoon, it was still in vain.
"cat".
The window was opened a little to let in some air, and the short-haired cat actually squeezed in, calling out to her.
Jian Jing smiled, walked over and picked it up.
The cat's paw pad was sticky on her hand. She took out a tissue to wipe it, but her movements suddenly stopped.
What remained on the back of her hand was a light red color.
He raised his hand to smell it, and his heart sank.
is blood.
[System: Special mission has been issued]
[Task name: The mystery of stealing ** and exchanging **]
[Task Description: A popular male star died mysteriously, and **** remained at the scene. When will the ***** return? What kind of ****** is behind ****? Please find out the truth]
[Task rewards and penalties: determined based on completion]
Jane Jing's face cracked.
Another coding, or a special mission?
The popular male star died. Who was the dead one? Could it be Jiang Baiyan? She was shocked by her own guess and hurried out to check.
"Teacher Jingjing, I've made the coffee..." Jiang Baiyan brought the coffee over and held the bottom of the cup carefully, for fear of ruining the flower-like milk foam that he had worked so hard to draw on top.
Jian Jing secretly breathed a sigh of relief, took it and put it aside: "Come with me."
Jiang Baiyan said "Oh" and followed her obediently without saying a word. It was obvious that he could see that her mind was not on chatting.
Jian Jing held the cat and carefully examined the bloodstains left on the board.
Blood stains dry quickly, become darker in color, and are easy to find.
She walked around and finally stopped outside the window of Shao Meng's room.
It was raining heavily at this time, but the extended eaves blocked the rain, leaving a shelter about the width of a palm by the wall. The cat was nimble and walked along the wall, leaving tiny traces of blood.
Jian Jing turned her head to look for an umbrella. Jiang Baiyan was already trotting over to her: "Teacher Jingjing, an umbrella."
"Thank you." She held up her umbrella and struggled to squeeze through the gap between the greenery and the wall to look out of Shao Meng's window. However, there was an overhead floor under the hotel, and the windows were high. She was short, so even if she jumped up, she could only see a little bit.
However, all the windows were equipped with anti-theft nets. She held onto one and considered whether to climb up.
Jiang Baiyan groaned and suggested, "Teacher Jingjing, let me hold you."
Jian Jing agreed. After all, climbing through the window to peek into a man's room was a bit strange. She was just worried: "Can you hold me?"
"No problem." He put down the umbrella, pulled down his sleeves to wrap around his fingers, then put his arms around her legs and gently pushed her up.
Jian Jing saw it clearly.
There were a lot of bloodstains in Shao Meng's house, but there was no trace of him in the room.
What's happening here
Jian Jing observed the child carefully and caught the slightest flow of water with her ears.
In the bathroom
She thought for a moment, then pulled herself together with her waist, freed herself from Jiang Baiyan's grip, and floated down onto the ground. "There's something wrong with Shao Meng's room. Let's ask the boss to open the door and take a look."
Jiang Baiyan was very surprised: "What's wrong with Brother Shao?"
Jian Jing shook her head.
She found the landlady and asked her to help open the door.
The proprietress was a little nervous, holding the key tightly, and asked: "Is he smoking something?"
If you ask what they fear most when running a hotel, it is nothing more than people gathering together to take drugs. Celebrities often do this and it happens despite repeated bans.
"No, no, he may be feeling unwell." Jian Jing didn't say anything final.
The landlady finally breathed a sigh of relief and knocked on the door and called out twice. When there was no movement from inside, she opened the door.
The room was in a mess, with luggage and furnishings scattered all over the place, as if it had been robbed by thieves. Even more frightening was the fact that there were a lot of bloodstains on the floor, and the dried blood beads were particularly bright on the carpet, which was very scary.
Jian Jing glanced around the room and went straight to the bathroom.
The next moment, she was stunned.
Shao Meng's head was in the toilet, his body was covered in blood, and a bloody fruit knife fell to the side, with blood stains on the blade.
Jian Jing took out her cell phone to take a photo, then handed the phone to the boss's wife and asked her to call the police. At the same time, she took out shoe covers and gloves from her pocket and put them on to enter the scene.
The first thing to do was of course to turn Shao Meng's body over and place it on the bed for autopsy. The body was still warm and rigor mortis had only just begun to set in. A rough estimate was that the time of death was around fifteen to twenty minutes.
There was no foam around the mouth and nose, so he didn't drown. But you don't need professional knowledge to guess this, because Shao Meng's expression was too obvious.
His facial features were distorted, his eyes bulged out, and his expression was extremely ferocious. It was obvious at first glance that he was under great stimulation.
Keep it simple, it's scary.
Apart from this, there were no other wounds on the body.
This is very confusing.
Did he die of headache in the toilet or fright
What? Is it possible for someone to pop out of the toilet and pull him down?
Jian Jing had a lot of questions in her head, jumping back and forth between "Are there ghosts involved in the special mission?" and "I don't believe in ghosts or gods."
She shook her head and decided to look at the scene first.
This was the simplest death scene she had ever seen. Although there was blood, the amount of bleeding was definitely not fatal. Looking at the knife wounds, they were all cut by Shao Meng himself, some were deep, and some were shallow.
The fruit knife is a small knife in the guest room, with a thin and narrow blade. It can only peel an apple at most, but it cannot even cut a watermelon, let alone kill people.
The window was open a crack, but there was a burglar-proof window outside, and the space between the iron bars was just enough for a cat to get in and out - that's probably how the bloody plum-shaped footprints on the door panel came from.
The door is an induction lock with only a keyhole and a sensing area on the outside. The door is locked when it is touched and can only be opened with a key or door card.
"Have you always had the key?" she asked the landlady.
The lady boss confirmed: "Yes, I always carry the key with me, and no one has ever taken it."
A completely secret room.
Jian Jing now began to wonder what Shao Meng was smoking.
But if it was an overdose, why did the system assign her a task
For the first time, she felt deeply confused.
"What happened?" Director Huang's voice came from outside, "What happened to Xiao Shao?"
Jian Jing: "Dead."
Screenwriter Xu: “What?!”
She walked outside and saw people sticking their heads out of the rooms on both sides of the corridor, looking surprised and shocked.
Director Huang looked grim: "What's going on?"
Jian Jing hesitated and shook her head.
There was silence all around.
The phone rang and the proprietress picked it up hurriedly: "Hello, yes, I called the police. Not... OK." She answered a few words in a low voice, and handed the phone to Jian Jing with a look of surprise.
Jian Jing took the phone: "Hello."
"Excuse me, are you the mobile phone user Jian Jing?"
"yes."
"Hello, Miss Jane. Please turn on the video. We need to confirm your identity."
Jian Jing was puzzled but did as she was told.
A police lady appeared on the other end of the video. After verifying her identity, she said, "Miss Jian, let me explain the situation to you now. Twenty minutes ago, due to a landslide caused by heavy rain, the road leading to the crime scene was impassable. The police will arrive at the earliest tomorrow morning."
Jian Jing: “…” The snowstorm arrived late.
"You have a good credit record and have helped the police solve cases many times. We now grant you some authority. Please help the police enter on-site information and maintain order."
Jian Jing: "I know."
"Please log on to the Ministry of Public Security's xxx website, upload photos of the scene, and record the information of the deceased and those involved in the case."
"Please turn on the online body camera when necessary to protect the rights and interests of you and others."
"Once the road is open to traffic, the police will arrive as soon as possible."