Wen Hui shuddered with fear.

But soon, she knew that the person behind her was not a ghost, but a person.

"Ms. Wen," she felt the cold barrel of a gun against her back, and a soft voice sounded in her ear, "Don't move."

Wen Hui was flustered: "Who are you? What do you want to do?"

"Don't worry, I'm not here to hurt you." The ghost behind her said slowly, "Since you are willing to open the door for me, I will let you go."

Wen Hui was shocked. She didn't expect that she had let the bad guy in with her own hands: "What do you want? Money?"

"Fang Limin's people are outside." Jian Jing said, "You go out now, I don't need to tell you what will happen to you."

Fine beads of sweat appeared on her neck, and Wen Hui said in a low voice: "Did Fang Limin send you?"

"I'm not his lackey, I'm here to help you." Jian Jing smiled, "It depends on whether you are willing to cooperate."

Wen Hui was silent for a moment: "What do you want me to do?"

Jian Jing opened the recording on the phone in her pocket: "Why did you kidnap Fang Yan?" As she asked, she pressed the barrel of the gun forward to give her pressure, "Don't lie."

Wen Hui licked her lips unconsciously and said dryly: "It was, it was an accident, I didn't want it either." She told the cause and effect of today one by one, and she was actually a little aggrieved, "I just wanted to attend his wedding, but he thought I was embarrassing. I have been thinking about him, but he never thought about me more, as if it was all my fault. Could I have given birth to him by myself?"

Good question.

Jian Jing couldn't help laughing and thought quickly.

"You are lucky. I hate Fang Limin." She said slowly, "In this way, I can let you go, but forget about the blackmail."

Wen Hui asked, "Is my man okay?"

"He just fainted." Jian Jing was curious, "Do you care about him?"

"Little girl, you are still young, right?" Wen Hui said with an experienced tone, "Whether a man is good or not has nothing to do with whether he is good to you. He has a lot of bad problems, but he is willing to take care of me. I can't leave him."

Jian Jing tilted her head: "Then you can't run away."

Wen Hui's eyes showed a struggling look.

"I have another way." She said slowly, "It can let both of you survive."

Wen Hui hesitated for a moment and said, "You tell me." Jian Jing

whispered this and that.

Wen Hui was silent for a long time, then gritted her teeth and said, "Okay."

"Very good." Jian Jing put away her gun and dragged the unconscious Fang Yan out of the toilet.

Then she opened the window and called the security guard outside: "We found your young master."

The hidden security guard was overjoyed and quickly took over.

"He doesn't look good, send him to the hospital immediately." Jian Jing looked serious, as if Fang Yan was about to die.

The security guard was startled and quickly carried the person on his back and ran away. At the same time, he called the secretary and others who were waiting.

The secretary immediately contacted Jian Jing: "Ms. Jian, have you found Ms. Wen?"

"I didn't see her, she ran away." Jian Jing said, "You send Fang Yan to the hospital first."

The secretary agreed, but sent another security guard to search.

The man was not as tall as the previous security guard, but he was very smart. He climbed in through the window with a smile: "Miss Jian, let me search. Maybe there are accomplices here."

Jian Jing smiled: "Okay, then you come with me or separately?"

"Together." The security guard turned on the flashlight.

Jian Jing walked forward first and turned into the mirror room next to it.

This is the signature project of the haunted house. The huge room is filled with large mirrors. The layers of reflected images confuse people's sense of direction. At the same time, some weird images are inserted from time to time, which scare people to death.

The security guard was originally following Jian Jing closely, but the images of the mirrors were everywhere, and he lost sight for a moment and lost her.

In the distance, there seemed to be the sound of an engine.

Wen Hui ran away with her boyfriend.

As soon as she saw several security guards outside to meet her, she believed Jian Jing's words without a doubt.

It turned out to be someone sent by Fang Limin. She knew him too well. If they fell into his hands, they might be in the news tomorrow: a middle-aged couple was driving in the middle of the night and accidentally hit XX/fell into a reservoir, the car was destroyed and everyone died.

So she immediately cooperated with Jian Jing to open the mirror room, and at the same time, she carried her boyfriend in a wheelchair, got in the car and ran away.

She left the park from the back door and sped along the path, but not long after, she saw a black car following them.

It was someone else arranged by Fang Limin.

Jian Jing said to her: "There are four people coming with me, but there is only one car. This is not scientific. I suspect someone is following us. You go out the back door. If you encounter a car following you..."

She didn't say anything else, but Wen Hui understood what she meant.

If there was no one following her, she might have managed to escape if she ran away. But if someone was following her, she would surely die if she did not follow her plan.

Wen Hui gave up her extravagant hope of escaping far away.

According to her plan, she went straight to a police station and crashed her car into the gate. Before she got out of the car, she was surrounded by several policemen.

"I'm here to turn myself in." Wen Hui was a cruel person. Her original plan failed, and the anger in her heart not only did not subside, but burned even more fiercely. So the next sentence was, "Save me, someone wants to kill me. My son is dead."

The police present: Oh no!

She rolled down the car window and raised her hand: "Which one is Officer Ji Feng?"

Ji Feng, who was eating an egg pancake at the door: "Huh?"

"Miss Jian persuaded me to turn myself in." Wen Hui said, "Can I open the car door and come out?" Ji

Feng: Fuck!

If you are in the police station, your performance will come from the sky!

What kind of god is Teacher Jian? !

The mirror room trapped the second security guard, and the remaining Lu Yu, Jian Jing didn't take him seriously at all.

She calculated the time silently, and twenty minutes later, Ji Feng called her: "Teacher Jian, you give so many gifts, I can't bear it."

Jian Jing ignored the joy in his words and said coldly: "Because your branch is close."

"You are too polite."

"This case is not complicated, but it may not be easy to handle." She simply recounted the cause and effect, "My request is not high, don't let them die."

Ji Feng said: "That's not the case, it's not 20 years ago."

Jian Jing was skeptical. Every time she thought she understood this world, she would always find that some things were different from the original world.

For example, the two security guards who came with her today were very different from the ones she had seen in the past. They were very capable, like the private armed forces of the rich people seen in American TV series before.

But no matter what, the people were handed over to the police and the mission was accomplished.

Jian Jing released the trapped security guard and asked nonchalantly: "Why are you wandering around here?"

The security guard was already a little suspicious of her and deliberately asked: "Where did Miss Jian go? The agency here is open, and it is difficult for ordinary people to get out."

"Do you usually watch variety shows?" Jian Jing asked instead of answering.

The security guard was stunned and shook his head.

"If you have seen a haunted house variety show, you won't ask that." She smiled, "It's hard for ordinary people to get out, but that doesn't mean I can't get out."

Security guard: "..."

She clapped her hands and left.

Lu Yu was waiting outside, and when he saw them, he couldn't help asking, "Where are they?"

"No." Jian Jing asked, "Has the groom been sent to the hospital? How is he?"

"It's just an anesthetic, he will wake up after the effect of the drug wears off." Lu Yu's face was full of joy that he couldn't hide, and he said lightly, "The wedding is over, and the bride is fine." Jian Jing

said "Oh", and took the initiative to ask, "Is Mr. Fang still in the club?"

"Well, what?"

"Then let's go back first." A meaningful smile appeared on her lips.

When they returned to the club, the dinner had just come to an end.

The guests all knew that although Mrs. Fang's stomach disease had relapsed accidentally, she was fine after emergency treatment. The bride had already rushed to the hospital and was looking after her mother with the groom.

All in all, it was a perfect ending.

Jian Jing washed up in the bathroom of the club, tidied up her messy grass-stained hair, and patted off the dust and grass on her clothes. Because of the struggle, her shirt was wrinkled, so she asked the waiter to take a handheld iron and iron it flat again. She

applied lotion to the minor wounds and cleaned them, and applied a layer of light makeup on her face to cover all the marks.

After she came out after cleaning up, she became an ordinary guest again, and no one could guess what she had done before.

Although the dinner was almost over, she had to have dinner with Lu Yu around.

She had a high-standard Chinese meal. The dishes were not necessarily novel, but they were delicious. The fish soup was especially tender and smooth, which helped to dispel the fatigue of the day. When she

was almost done, the secretary came over and said, "Miss Jian, the landlord wants to see you."

Jian Jing was waiting, so she wiped her mouth and followed him into the room.

The landlord was waiting for her in the study of the suite. When he saw her come in, he waved to others to leave.

The secretary and the security guard left, closed the door, and waited outside the suite.

"Miss Jian." The landlord sat behind the table, looking down at her, "You let the person I wanted run away."

Jian Jing: "Oh?"

"Although I don't know why you did this," the landlord said calmly, "but it was obviously an unwise decision."

Jian Jing smiled: "I think you also made an unwise choice."

The landlord tilted his head slightly: "I would like to hear the details."

"You shouldn't have let them all go out." Jian Jing opened her handbag and pretended to take it out, but actually took out the revolver stored in the prop card and held it in her hand.

A flash of surprise flashed in the landlord's eyes. He didn't expect her to say such a thing and do such a thing. However, it was just surprise.

He said: "This is not a toy for girls."

Jian Jing didn't say anything, and the thumb of her right hand pressed the latch on the left side of the gun body.

The magazine popped out to the left, revealing an empty magazine.

Jian Jing began to load bullets into it, one by one, five in total, leaving only one empty space.

"When I was young, I loved watching the God of Gamblers movie. I don't know which movie it was, but I was impressed by the movie that used a revolver as a gambling table." She said slowly, "At that time, I wanted to try it out and see if it was fun."

After loading, she shook the magazine at Fang Dong, and it returned to its position with a "click".

Fang Dong was indeed a man who had experienced many ups and downs, and smiled: "You are very courageous."

Jian Jing stared at him.

The head of the wealthy group still maintained his original look, but there was a little more dissatisfaction and unhappiness than before.

She turned the magazine and made it tumble a few times, completely mixing up the order.

"Mr. Fang is really brave, he's not afraid at all." She smiled, stood up suddenly, holding the handle with her right hand, her left hand wrapped around her right hand, her feet apart, and her right foot leaning back to the side.

Mr. Fang's eyebrows moved slightly.

He didn't know much about shooting, but there were many proficient people around him. It could be seen that her posture was very standard, and she was definitely not showing off.

"Six magazines, five bullets, let's take a gamble to see if Mr. Fang's luck is good enough today." Jian Jing curled the corners of her lips, and her tone was unusually gentle and beautiful.

The landlord sighed and said gently, "Miss Jian, please put down the gun, we can have a good talk." At first glance, this sounded like a sign of weakness, but it was not the case.

His tone was coaxing, as if a father was talking to his daughter, or as if an owner was talking to his pet.

Jian Jing knew why he was not afraid.

"Do you think that I don't dare to shoot, so you give me a step down?" She smiled, "Yes, your bodyguard is outside the door. If I kill you, my future will be ruined and I can't run away."

The landlord did not comment.

Is a gun scary? It is scary.

But it also depends on who holds it.

In his opinion, Jian Jing holding a gun to scare him is actually not threatening at all.

Because she has no reason to shoot.

"You said before that people like me cherish life and have principles, and you think you see through me." Jian Jing said slowly, "Now, I'm pointing a gun at your head, and you still feel that everything is under control. However, out of a man's 'love' for a woman, you pretend to be scared and give me face... You feel good about yourself, right?"

The smile on Fang Limin's face disappeared.

He frowned, as if he wanted to say something. But at this moment, his eyes caught her action - her slender white fingers pulled the trigger.

His brain was confused for a moment.

Bang.

Cold sweat dripped down, and instantly wet his back.

For a moment, Fang Limin thought he was going to die this time. He never thought that he would die in this way and at this time.

How is it possible? !

Boom boom boom, my heart was beating fast, my calves were cramping, and my eyes were covered with sweat.

"Ah, haha." Jian Jing imitated the motto of the Grim Reaper with a sense of humor, and a smile spread across her face. "You are lucky, but what a pity."

She put away her gun neatly and sat back in her chair as if nothing had happened, with her legs crossed and her posture elegant.

"Where were we talking about just now?" she asked, "My memory is not very good, and I suddenly can't remember."

Fang Limin's eyes changed.

The contempt of the superior, the covetousness of men for women, the toying of hunters with prey...all disappeared. At this moment, he finally saw Jian Jing in his eyes.

Not a child who was threatened casually, not a little girl who was in a bad mood, not a chess piece, not a dog.

Just a "person".