Chapter 450 Suspicion
There were belated footsteps coming from behind.
It’s Jing Yimai.
Xia Yan played with the small cube up and down, and said with a relaxed expression: "She really did say something right."
Jing Yimai, who couldn't keep up with the heat, had no choice but to pick up the clothes on the ground and asked, "What did you say?"
Xia Yan: "Her health is really not good."
She smiled and threw the small cube into his arms, then walked slowly behind the desk.
"You've lost your clothes and crutches."
Jing Yimai reached out to take it, and at a glance he understood why she said that—
I said it was not a lot, but not a little either. I happened to buy a few of them. The whole color of the cube was dark red, but the red in front of me was not authentic, and it was even a little green and pink.
He said: "It feels like there are a lot of impurities."
"Maybe it's because of the ability to disguise." Xia Yan responded casually, and after sitting down, he turned his head to look at the situation on Gao Shixu's side.
Because the fog wall blocked the view and sound, the people over there had no idea what was happening here, so the interview proceeded normally.
Gao Shixu felt the fog wall gradually thinning out, as if something was passing through. He turned his head and realized it was her.
He leaned forward and whispered, "What were you doing just now? I think this guy is capable and can be hired."
Xia Yan looked forward and saw that the interviewer was a man wearing glasses, who was talking about the topic he brought up.
"As long as you think it's okay."
Just an ordinary person, not a threat.
"Okay." Gao Shixu agreed, but did not interrupt on the spot. He waited until the other party stopped to breathe before raising his hand to call for a stop.
He stood up and applauded: "Congratulations, you're hired."
The crowd immediately sighed with envy.
"Next..."
Xia Yan returned to the fog wall and the sound on the field disappeared instantly.
Jing Yimai was holding the cube and looking at it carefully, shaking it from time to time. The turbid liquid was like high-proof alcohol, forming small vortices inside.
At this time, Xia Yan saw a layer of light-colored liquid precipitating from the top, which looked like water but was thicker than water. In a blink of an eye, it was swept down by the vortex and mixed with the others.
Jing Yimai shook it again, and the layer of liquid appeared briefly again.
"You saw it too, didn't you?" he said. "It's a bit pink. I've observed other cubes before, and they separate into layers without shaking. They're also clear, with a slightly yellowish-green tint."
He paused, looked into her eyes, and said carefully: "This time it's too much like that. It feels like something that doesn't belong to her has been injected into her blood."
Hearing him say this, Xia Yan suddenly remembered the injection Jing Wenbin gave her last time.
"you mean?"
Jing Yimai obviously had a definite suspect. A fierce look flashed in his eyes, and he placed the cube in front of her with a gloomy expression.
He must have thought of Jing Wenbin.
Xia Yan held the cube in front of his eyes and shook it like he had done before. The pink color reappeared, but only a thin layer remained, as if part of it had been swallowed up.
It can be fused with blood, but I don't know what the effect is...
But what is certain is that Interviewee No. 1 was definitely attracted by the injection and took the risk to try to stab her.
Having said that, Xia Yan observed Jing Yimai out of the corner of his eye.
The undercover agent was directly selected from so many resumes and was the first to be interviewed. Is this too mean, or is he just too unlucky?
This kind of luck is comparable to carefully selecting lottery numbers and then winning.
Jing Yimai, who was imagining cutting Jing Wenbin into pieces and brushing the soles of his feet with shark teeth, suddenly felt a chill on his spine and turned his head subconsciously.
?
"The look in your eyes...are you suspecting that I'm an accomplice?" he said hesitantly.
Xia Yan nodded generously: "You are highly suspected."
Jing Yimai jumped up and down after hearing this: "Impossible! Jing Wenbin and I are like water and fire. I want to kill him more than anyone else. There's no way I'm going to do anything for him!"
Xia Yan's expression did not change.
Jing Yimai was furious: "You should have spared her life and asked who sent her! Not only did he trick me, but now I have to take the blame for him?"
He couldn't stand this kind of grievance, and his aloof personality was immediately thrown to the sky. He wished that Xia Yan would open the portal on the spot. He rubbed his hands and vowed to kill Jing Wenbin.
Xia Yan understood: "It seems that you are more unlucky."
It's so unlucky that I get the same answer every time.
She was so unlucky that she was also implicated.
Jing Yimai was speechless about her conclusion. It was just too much of a coincidence, as if it was intentional. He would think the same if he were in her shoes.
He said with great regret, "So if you had waited until you had thoroughly investigated before taking action, you could have cleared my name."
His tone was so aggrieved that it was hard to imagine a brown-skinned, muscular man over 1.8 meters tall with a pleasing face speaking the words of a delicate young wife.
Xia Yan couldn't help but burst out laughing: "It doesn't matter, I'll put this account on Jing Wenbin's head, and I'll settle the score with him in a few days."
She picked up the interview list with a smile, and when she was about to call the next person, she suddenly remembered something.
"Just now," she turned her head, "why didn't I see you coming to help?"
Jing Yimai froze instantly, and seemed unwilling to recall the scene.
What was he doing...
When he saw the disguised interviewee No. 1 suddenly appear with a knife, Xia Yan quickly blocked it and jumped out to fight with him. His brows jumped heavily and he immediately gathered the strongest electric current.
But!
At the moment he was about to let go, the supernatural power in his body disappeared instantly, as if he had never possessed it!
The strong feeling of emptiness after exerting all his strength, but seeing it disappear out of thin air, almost made him doubt himself!
Jing Yimai had a strange look in his eyes, and he managed to squeeze out a few words with difficulty, "I can't use my supernatural powers."
"Oh, yes, I forgot." Xia Yan smiled embarrassedly, "Let's call the next interviewee."
...
"Strange, I don't seem to see the first interviewee come out yet."
"It seems so. Could it be that it was teleported out directly?"
"That can't be right. Regardless of whether they pass through or not, everyone here leaves on their own. Is that old lady special?"
"There are people older than her who have made it on their own. Why is she special? There is only one possibility. What do you think? Could it be..."
"Hold on. It's my turn soon. I need to get ready quickly."
...
That evening, the portal marked with dormitory at the school gate flickered, and dozens of teachers walked out one after another.
They looked at each other, and over the years they had developed a hyper-vigilance toward outsiders, which prevented them from expressing goodwill toward future colleagues.
Fortunately, the awkwardness was dispelled by the sound of talking coming from nearby. It was a group of interviewees who were reluctant to leave.
The teachers silently got on the electric bikes and drove towards the supermarket in an unskilled manner.
When I got closer, my sight easily passed through the glass window and I saw that the brightly lit supermarket was crowded with people, and there was a long queue at the checkout counter.
If this scene happened in the past, I would just complain inwardly about the large number of people and the time wasted queuing, but now I just feel it is friendly and natural.
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