Holding the plug-in prop card in hand, Jian Jing's mood did not relax at all.
She dozed off in bed for a while and had a strange dream. In the dream, Xie Wei was practicing acting in an empty room. He was repeating yesterday's audition scene over and over again.
There were no lines, no sound, she was the only audience, watching him quietly immerse himself in it.
Then, the dream ended.
Jian Jing washed her face with cold water. The cold water splashed on her face, which stung her. But the confusion and heat brought by the dream gradually disappeared, and she regained consciousness.
It was at this time that Kang Mucheng called.
He asked: "Did something happen?"
"Shao Meng is dead." Jian Jing asked, "Do you already know?"
Kang Mucheng said: "There is only news that Tao Tao was sent to a mental hospital, but everyone who should know will know it by tomorrow at the latest."
Jian Jing said "Oh", but in fact she was too concerned.
"Do you want me to pick you up?" he asked, "or should you just follow them?"
She said vaguely, "I have something to do. I will go there by myself."
Kang Mucheng was now very confident in her, so he gave her a few instructions and hung up the phone.
Jian Jing pondered for a long time and went downstairs to find Xie Wei.
Xie Wei is in the kitchen.
He is making breakfast.
The proprietress was in her forties, but she still looked like a fangirl, surrounding him and exclaiming, "Mr. Xie is really amazing. It's incredible that he can make such ordinary food so delicious."
Jian Jing: “…” Why did I suddenly understand Japanese
"Good morning." Xie Wei turned around and smiled. Under the sunlight, the haze that was wrapped around him faded a little. "Would you like to eat something together?"
Jian Jing looked at the menu. Scones, pineapple buns, potato pancakes, oatmeal and yogurt were quite rich. She agreed: "Thank you."
The proprietress left with her scones in her hands, smiling, leaving the restaurant to them.
Xie Wei chose a seat by the window. The warm early spring sunshine shone on him, driving away the cold. Although there was no reason, he really felt that the emptiness in his chest was coming.
There was no longer an invisible depression pressing down on his chest, making it hard for him to breathe: "This weather is really bad."
Jian Jing scooped a spoonful of yogurt and asked, "Are you in a good mood?"
"My illness seems to have worsened." Xie Wei exhaled softly, his breath was long, and his voice was short and hoarse. "My body is weak, and everything is gone."
Jian Jing was silent. She believed in ghosts and gods, but the existence of the system and rebirth itself was against common sense, not to mention that the system clearly pointed out that special tasks contained abnormal conditions.
Therefore, even though she didn't believe in ghosts and gods, she still had some faith in the theory of borrowing luck.
The person in front of him was so outstanding that he should have been the most dazzling presence on the screen, but his greedy face took away everything from him.
Ten years of silence, ten years of decline.
How many decades can a person live for
She knew it was wrong, but her emotions were not controlled by reason, and she couldn't help but feel a little pity in her heart.
After a moment, it was cut off again.
"When are you going to leave?" she began to test.
Xie Wei, who was sitting opposite him, couldn't help but smile. He had spent ten years of hard work and countless energy studying acting, practicing everything from clothing to facial expressions in front of the camera.
Only in this way can you know how to use the subtlest muscles in your face to express the most painful emotions.
Although Jian Jing's expression was subtle, she didn't know how to hide her eyes.
He could read her mind.
She should have known the saying of "borrowing luck", but unlike Zhang Xi who was determined to take advantage of the east wind and constantly tried to make friends with him, she saw a burning desire to make friends with him, and even more so, pity and sympathy.
Of course, there are many people who sympathize with him, including Director Huang and Screenwriter Xu.
But she was restraining herself, suppressing her pity for him, her eyes were calm and clear, as if she was ready to judge him at any time. And in between, there was a vague struggle.
It seemed that she was not willing to do this, but she had to do it due to principles.
How subtle, how contradictory.
Such complicated emotions accumulated in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows actually made Xie Wei feel a little strange.
And a bit of pity.
As a man with normal aesthetic taste, he could certainly feel the pain of the beautiful girl. However, he was also keenly aware that it all started with him.
The smile vanished like smoke, leaving only silence.
Jian Jing took a deep breath and asked, "Is it convenient for you to answer?"
"If there's nothing else, let's go today or tomorrow." Xie Wei said calmly, "When will Miss Jian leave?"
Jian Jing said, "Wait until I figure out the whole story."
Xie Wei frowned knowingly and asked, "Is Shao Meng that important?"
"What's important is Shao Meng and the truth." Jian Jing looked into his eyes.
Xie Wei was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "Miss Jian, you are a beautiful girl, but sometimes the truth is not so beautiful."
"I know that things are black and white." Jian Jing said calmly, "but the law is the bottom line."
Xie Wei asked in return: "What if the law cannot uphold justice?"
She was stunned.
"I know what you mean. Fighting violence with violence is right." Xie Wei held a hot cup of black tea in his hand and said indifferently, "Everyone knows the truth."
The heat surged up and Jian Jing's cheeks felt hot for no reason.
He said, "I don't mean to blame Miss Jane. You believe in the law and uphold justice. You have never suffered from having no one to turn to for help or complain to. You are very lucky. This is the truth."
Jian Jing pursed her lips, trying to argue, but then gave up.
"I've been sick for a while. I feel better now, but I still have hallucinations sometimes." Xie Wei was also very confused. Why did he tell her this? He had never told anyone about it, but it seemed abrupt to talk about it casually at this moment. "Every time I saw you, I saw feathers."
Jian Jing: “?”
"Angel's feathers." Xie Wei smiled. "Very beautiful, light, and soft, like an oil painting."
Jian Jing was silent for a long time before saying, "Thank you."
"What are you thanking me for? It's just a sick delusion." He held up his forehead, his facial features were clear, his eyes were lazy and confused, more like a carefully edited poster painting, "I haven't read your book, what is the demon hunter you mentioned like?"
Jian Jing said: "He is a kind person, but there is a monster living in his heart."
"Oh, I see." Xie Wei realized something and asked with a smile, "Then I will play him."
"Why?" After asking this question, Jian Jing felt relieved. The rhythm of the conversation had been completely taken away by him. But the strange thing was that the transfer of the dominant position was completely natural and not intentional on his part.
With his natural aura, he should be the center of all topics.
Xie Wei said: "I am an actor, and roles with big contrasts are challenging."
Jian Jing tried her best to change the subject: "So, you admit that you look a lot like Lie?"
"Everyone has a monster in their heart." Xie Wei said lightly, "So what if it looks like one?"
Jian Jing said: "But everyone will kill you."
Xie Wei: "Who did I kill?"
"Shao Meng." Jian Jing began to plan, exposing her own shortcomings, "Unfortunately, I have no evidence."
Xie Wei was still thoughtful: "Why do you think it was me?"
"I deduced it." With only one chance, Jian Jing laid the groundwork very carefully. "How about it? Do you want to listen to it?"
In order to lure him into the trap, she deliberately ran her hand over the hem of her woolen skirt and said, "I don't have any pockets on me, and I don't have a cell phone with me, so I won't record it."
Xie Wei's eyes followed her movements, sliding lightly and quickly. She was wearing a dark gray wool skirt with a few decorative wooden buttons around her waist, nothing else. She hid her cell phone and looked at the recorder.
But he didn't care about it. He quickly turned his eyes away and took a deep breath.
"Go ahead." Xie Wei avoided her gaze.
Jian Jing misunderstood this evasion, and the excitement of solving the mystery rose in her heart again: "The day before we came, you went to see Shao Meng. He knew you were here too, and was shocked. He felt guilty and scared, but he dared to see you to know how much you knew."
This was her guess, pieced together from scattered clues. It wasn't necessarily accurate, but it didn't need to be too accurate.
Xie Wei said: "I did talk to him, just catching up."
"Yes, reminiscing about the past." Jian Jing pressed on, "But it's not just reminiscing about the past. At that time, you attacked Shao Meng."
Xie Wei smiled and said softly: "I didn't hit him."
"You know what I mean." Jian Jing's heart began to beat heavily, and she spoke word by word, "You, poisoned him, right?"
Xie Wei shook his head: "I didn't poison him."
"If it's poison, what is that?" she quickly followed up.
[System: Use 'Item Card·One Answer']
[System: Preset question 'If it is poisoning, what is it?', designated candidate: Xie Wei]
[System: Special Item Card in use]
Xie Wei said: "I didn't do anything."
His words were accompanied by the voice in his heart: "It's an amoeba."
[System: Use completed, card collected]
Jian Jing let out a breath softly.
The adventure was successful.
She did not ask him directly what he had done, but made up a story about "poisoning" in order to make him refute her statement in his heart and reveal the truth.
"Yeah, you did it." After entering the reasoning state, Jian Jing's thoughts became more agile.
Images of the death scene flashed through her mind, and she finally pieced together what had happened.
"There are a lot of things in Shao Meng's bathroom, including toiletries, skin care products, a nasal rinser and a bottle of saline. The assistant said that he has allergic rhinitis and should rinse his nasal cavity frequently."
Xie Wei's expression changed slightly.
"You and him didn't drink water or eat anything, you just used his bathroom." Jian Jing said, "The other things were complicated and not easy to use, so you just added something to the nasal rinser."
She recalled the meningitis cases she read yesterday. Most meningitis cases were viral infections, but there were a few very rare cases that were also reported in the news.
That is infection with Naegleria fowleri, which leads to Naegleria fowleri meningoencephalitis.
It is very, very rare, with very few cases, but the mortality rate is very high.
"Naegleria fowleri, also known as the brain-eating amoeba, is very thermophilic and often appears in warm waters." The more Jian Jing recalled, the more frightened she became. "For example, hot springs."
Xie Wei said nothing.
The prop card has expired and there is no way to listen to his words.
"You wanted him to get meningitis and die, so you could disguise it as an accident in the hot springs," she said, "but you didn't expect that he would be frightened to death by hallucinations out of his guilty conscience, and that would cause a lot of trouble."
Xie Wei finally spoke: "Whether you believe it or not, I don't want him to die, and I haven't even succeeded. I just want to do something... Do you understand?"
Jian Jing said: "I believe it."
"Tao Tao... is also me." he said.
For no reason, Jian Jing said, "I believe you."
Xie Wei smiled.
The sun shone on him, warming his bones for the first time, breaking all the coldness. Slowly, another warm current surged into his heart, warming his frozen heart.
His chest began to beat again and the blood began to flow again.
A faint sense of guilt gradually arose, and it was met with another indescribable impulse.
Then, he had an incredible impulse, which he had never said before, never expected, but he actually said it out loud.
"The evidence is under the crabapple tree in the back garden," he said. "If you find it, I'll tell you."