Ye Zhiwei transmigrated into a book. She transmigrated into a novel about a male lead with antisocial personality disorder. As the male lead's second victim to be dissected, Ye Zhiwei, other th...
After hanging up the phone, the police brought over a jammer for the surveillance cameras. Jiang Jianian gave the police the recording of Qin Manshu. He insisted on going over, and the police had no other choice.
As Jiang Jianian prepared to go over, the police had already gone through a simple procedure and given him a gun to evade metal detectors.
He concealed the gun, walked to the position Qin Manshu had requested, and raised his hands. The man who came over with the metal detector couldn't find anything, so he had to let Jiang Jianian into the car.
The vehicle was also equipped with detectors and positioning jamming devices. Jiang Jianian calmly got into the vehicle without saying a word.
The car was driving on muddy paths, swaying violently, but Jiang Jianian seemed unaffected the whole time. He held onto the handrail without moving, but even that made the driver uneasy, since he hadn't said a word.
When I first received this order, I thought it was to transport some contraband. I never expected it to be to send a person there. The driver, who usually escorts goods by train, was trembling with fear: Could this be a big boss who is doing something illegal?
He looks very young and good-looking, but his complexion is a bit scary, somewhat like the kind of big boss in movies who leads people to do things in the gray area.
Jiang Jianian remained silent the entire way, as did he.
Noticing the driver glancing at him out of the corner of his eye, Jiang Jianian glanced at him, and the driver immediately apologized nervously.
Jiang Jianian: ...
The driver's attitude confirmed to him that Qin Manshu had simply hired someone to drive, and that the driver had been slightly modified.
The car arrived at its destination.
As soon as Jiang Jianian got out of the car, the driver immediately drove off, looking panicked as if Jiang Jianian might do something to him. He glanced at the station that had driven far away and did not approach it any further.
Qin Manshu also detected Jiang Jianian's arrival in the surveillance footage of the outside situation.
Not only Jiang Jianian's arrival, but the police also thought of other ways to monitor the situation, but at this moment they dared not make any rash moves and could only stay outside.
Qin Manshu did not ask Uncle Qi for help again. Instead, she first sealed Ye Zhiwei's hands with tape and then brought Ye Zhiwei, whose hands were tied, to her side.
"I'm sorry, little cousin, you might have to suffer a little." Qin Manshu whispered in Ye Zhiwei's ear.
As soon as she finished speaking, her gaze sharpened, and she even took a gun from her body and pressed it against the back of Ye Zhiwei's head. Ye Zhiwei's back tensed up immediately, as Qin Manshu had pushed her to the side.
Jiang Jianian stood outside watching Qin Manshu bring out Ye Zhiwei, who was clearly exhausted.
Qin Manshu led Ye Zhiwei very slowly, her voice low and extremely gentle as she whispered in Ye Zhiwei's ear, "Little cousin, this may be the last day we spend together like this."
She said gently, "Oh, you may never forgive me, but I just want to tell you that even you can't change Jiang Jianian, that pervert. You really think he's become a good person? How can a pervert become a good person? He just hid his true colors because he didn't want you to leave him. As long as all the conditions are met, he won't show the slightest mercy."
“Little cousin, I’m testing a devil for you. I’m telling you not to be fooled by the devil. He will take you to hell one day, and then you’ll never be able to leave.”
"Do you really think you're different from Ye Yingying in your past life? How could you be different? He just imprisoned you in a different way. The only difference between you and Ye Yingying is that he may really love you, but being loved by a devil is not a fairy tale. Do you want to spend your whole life with a murderer, little cousin?"
Ye Zhiwei struggled desperately, seemingly trying to refute Qin Manshu's words.
"You mean he's not right now? He isn't, but he will be soon." Qin Manshu narrowed her eyes, whispering her purpose into Ye Zhiwei's ear, "I've set up the perfect conditions for him. Do you know that the gun I'm holding against you is fake? It's empty. Oh, you ask me who knows? The man who almost assaulted you knows. You think Jiang Jianian might not have gotten anything out of him? Of course, he might not have, or he might not have said anything at all. But all I have to do is point an empty gun at your head, and Jiang Jianian, assuming he didn't know it was empty, will fire first. Then, little cousin—"
She had known all along what Skinny Monkey had done, and everything was unfolding exactly as she had imagined. Now she was going to watch with her own eyes as Jiang Jianian became her murderer.
Qin Manshu's tone gradually turned somber. "You said you'd live forever in the agony of whether he's a murderer or not. So what if he doesn't know the truth? I've already given him a hint, but you do know. I want you to see me die in front of you. I want you to have my shadow over the rest of your life with Jiang Jianian. I want you to remember what I said forever. I want you to be able to comfort yourself that Jiang Jianian was only trying to save you, but you'll still be haunted by the image of me being shot by Jiang Jianian in front of you. But I was holding an empty gun."
She narrowed her eyes. "This is my punishment. Why would I want to kill Jiang Jianian? Yes, I was just jealous of him. Why can he get what he wants? Why can he wipe away all the crimes he committed and start over in this life, while I have to live in the shadow of my past life for the rest of my life, forever unable to have the one I love! Oh, it doesn't matter. Soon there will be cracks between you two too. I will make you two live in the shadow I cast on you for the rest of your lives. Oh, maybe Jiang Jianian will experience the fun of this from now on. One of me dies, and then the second and the third—after all, that's what he did in his past life."
She laughed, hiding behind Ye Zhiwei, seemingly laughing and crying at the same time. Finally, she composed herself and escorted Ye Zhiwei step by step to Jiang Jianian.
Jiang Jianian tightened his grip and questioned Qin Manshu in a calm voice: "I'm here to cooperate with you and will naturally obey your orders. Why are you still dragging Ye Zhiwei out like this?"
"At my beck and call?" Qin Manshu laughed. She sensed Ye Zhiwei's anger, but all of that anger vanished the moment she looked at Jiang Jianian.
She believed in Jiang Jianian, even though she was very nervous and her body was completely still.
Qin Manshu gripped her pistol, pointed it at Ye Zhiwei's head, and stared at Jiang Jianian, saying, "Since you're at my beck and call, what's with those policemen behind you? I already told you you couldn't bring the police. Now that you've gone back on your word, don't blame me for being impolite—"
She made a gesture as if to cock a pistol—then a loud bang rang in her ears, the sound of a gun firing a bullet. She remained motionless, closed her eyes, and quietly awaited death.
One second, two seconds, three seconds—
No, death did not come. Qin Manshu opened her eyes and then she noticed that the bullet was not aimed at her, but at Uncle Qi behind her who had also fired the shot.
Uncle Qi, who had been cautiously involved in the kidnapping, kept thinking about Ye Zhiwei's words. He thought about his daughter's future and everything he had done for a long time.
He had always kept a small gun hidden in his body as a precaution, so that one day he could take down those who threatened his daughter in an emergency.
But now he suddenly didn't want to die. He wanted to live. He didn't want to go to jail. He knew that if something happened to Ye Zhiwei, he might really be finished. When he saw Qin Manshu preparing to load his gun to kill Ye Zhiwei, Uncle Qi panicked. So he wanted to kill Qin Manshu first. His hand was suddenly shot, and the gun in his hand went astray, hitting the house next door and shattering the glass with a loud noise.
Uncle Qi stared blankly at his bleeding hand.
Then came the sound of sirens and the noise of police officers arriving, all mixed together.
Ye Zhiwei was already in Jiang Jianian's arms when he tore off the tape, untied the rope, and hugged her tightly. Her voice was choked with sobs as she kept saying to Jiang Jianian, "You scared me to death, you scared me to death—Jiang Jianian, you scared me to death."
She clung tightly to Jiang Jianian.
He eventually became the person she wanted him to be.
He controlled his thoughts of killing Qin Manshu. No, he even saved Qin Manshu's life. He had known all along, he had known all along, but he just didn't do what Qin Manshu expected.
The police began to cordon off the scene, and police cars drove to the open space. There were police officers and people who were being held down by the police to help Qin Manshu. There weren't many people, except for Uncle Qi and two or three technicians who came to install the relevant equipment.
Only Ye Zhiwei and Jiang Jianian hugged each other, one crying and the other laughing.
Ye Zhiwei laughed and cried at the same time. She told Jiang Jianian how scared she had been during this period, how bad the food she had been eating recently was, and how much she missed him. Finally, she whispered in Jiang Jianian's ear and asked, "Did you ever really want to shoot Qin Manshu for even a moment?"
He said: Yes.
How could he possibly let go of anyone who had hurt Ye Zhiwei, especially in this way? He only thought about it, but he did nothing, because Ye Zhiwei didn't want it.
She rubbed her eyes and asked Jiang Jianian why.
Jiang Jianian lowered his head and kissed Ye Zhiwei's hair, whispering, "I don't want to do anything you don't want me to do."
He didn't want Ye Zhiwei to be afraid of him.
He didn't want to see Ye Zhiwei looking troubled.
He didn't want Ye Zhiwei to give up her belief in the law.
Perhaps he had criminal thoughts more than once, but each time he stopped himself. He kept trying to become the person she wanted him to be.
She was his faith.