"Mucheng, did you go out with Si Yingjie and be assimilated by him?" President Kang looked at his son and wondered sincerely, "What is there to think about? Jingjing has made a decision, and you should support her."

Kang Mucheng couldn't help but retort: ​​"This decision is very risky, and no one can predict the consequences. I can't..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by President Kang. "Let me ask you," she said, "If Jingjing wants to write the most unpopular topic today, what will you do?"

Kang Mucheng: "Two different things."

As a writer's agent and editor, he would not force her to do anything even if he didn't agree with her writing ideas. The reason why literary works are unique is that they come from the soul of the author himself.

A work can pass the review or lose money, but it can never be prevented from being born.

"No, it's the same thing." President Kang said calmly, "You are so hesitant, it's nothing more than switching your identity, trying to stop her from doing stupid things as a friend, a relative or something else. But as a mother, I remind you, don't do such stupid things."

The strong woman over fifty years old said meaningfully: "It is normal to have different opinions, but forcing others to act according to your will is useless even if you win - you have to know that there is no relationship in the world that cannot be broken up, writers and editors, bosses and employees, husbands and wives, it's all like this."

Kang Mucheng paused, and then fell silent.

"I know that you have deep feelings for Jingjing. She is the first signed writer you brought out, and you have taken care of her for so many years, but she is no longer a child and does not need a guardian." President Kang patted his son's shoulder, "Treat this as her new work and trust her more."

Kang Mucheng was silent.

The summer night breeze blew, bringing a cool breeze, and the scent of night-blooming jasmine drifted in the distance. I don't know which building in the villa area is someone practicing the piano, ding-dong-dong, seemingly there and not there, and nowhere to be found.

He sighed softly and heard himself say, "I know."

The next day.

Jian Jing got up at ten o'clock and was shocked to see Kang Mucheng watering the flowers in the yard.

She was shocked.

Why, today is Tuesday, a weekday, and the workaholic hasn't gone to work at ten o'clock? ? Oh my god, are aliens attacking the earth, or are the streets full of zombies? ?

"What's that expression on your face?" Kang Mucheng frowned, "Hurry up and eat breakfast. I have something to tell you after you finish eating."

Jian Jing: "Oh."

She ate a delicious Chinese breakfast, then strongly requested an extra cup of iced coffee, and walked into Kang Mucheng's study with the cup in hand.

He was always a man of swift and decisive actions. He decided to tell her everything last night, and this morning he had sorted out all the information. He motioned her to sit down and showed that he was ready for a long talk: "The longer the night, the more trouble. Since you have decided, I will tell you everything I know."

Jian Jing calmed down and listened attentively.

Kang Mucheng thought for a while and found a suitable entry point: "It happened in August 2014. You were in the second grade of junior high school and it was summer vacation. On August 2, Chinese Valentine's Day, a bloody incident happened in your family."

Jian Jing was immediately horrified, her hair standing on end: "You mean..."

"Your parents also died at his hands." Kang Mucheng's tone was heavy, and every word was difficult. "The day before, I made an appointment with you to come to pick up White Cat's manuscript at 10 o'clock the next morning. As a result, no one answered when I knocked on the door. There was a strong smell of blood from the door. I called the police. After the door was opened, I found the bodies of your parents." When

he said this, he deliberately glanced at her expression - as long as she showed discomfort, he would never say another word - however, in Jian Jing's heart, her parents were living well in another world, so she had no fear, but more shock and anger.

"Then what?" she asked, "Where was I?"

Kang Mucheng said, "You were not there."

"The police told me that based on his methods, they determined that he was a serial killer who specifically targeted happy families on holidays. Your family is the fourth case. Three other families were killed before, and no one survived." He said slowly, "You are the first and only survivor."

Jian Jing took a breath, shocked.

"Although everyone thought you were doomed to die, no one would have thought that three months later, you would show up in your own home in an extremely abnormal mental state." Kang Mucheng described, "You would not respond when anyone spoke to you, but sometimes, you would do something amazing."

"For example?"

Kang Mucheng pondered, "You would say strange things, like, 'If living is painful, it would be better to die', 'Human beings' awe of life is too ridiculous, death is where the meaning lies' and so on."

Jian Jing covered her forehead with her hands: so chuunibyou.

"The situation is very pessimistic. The psychiatrist believes that you are under severe hypnotic suggestion and have a strong death cult. You are very likely to harm yourself or others." He said, "I found out about St. Angelica and decided to send you there. About a year later, the treatment was successful and you forgot about those things."

Jian Jing nodded, and he had sorted out the whole story of St. Angelica.

However, there are still doubts: "What exactly happened when I was missing?"

"I don't know, no one knows." Kang Mucheng said, "The police really want to get clues from you, but there is no way. Fortunately, since 14 years later, he has not committed the crime again for some reason. The relevant case files have been sealed."

"What did the psychiatrist say?"

He pondered: "Domestic doctors only said that you have suffered strong mental stimulation and have no other clues. Maybe the doctors at St. Angel know something, but based on the protection of patient privacy, they will not disclose it to the outside. Especially since I am not your guardian, they haven't said a word."

"Then I will go and ask the doctor in person, will he tell me?" Jian Jing immediately put forward a proposal.

Kang Mucheng shook his head and told her regretfully: "If I remember correctly, the doctor who treated you has passed away. He was a very famous expert in the field of psychology, and I have seen his suicide note."

What a coincidence?

Jian Jing pursed her lips: "So, the only way for me to know about the treatment is through my medical records?"

"Yes." Kang Mucheng asked, "Don't you remember?"

She sighed, her helplessness evident in her words.

After many twists and turns, she still had to find the password.

However, the mystery has been sorted out so far, and most of it has been solved. Kang Mucheng's attitude, which bothered her the most, also has a reasonable explanation.

It will be much easier to handle next. Let Ji Feng apply to review the case files for the details of the case. The important information about the scarred man should be hidden in the case.

Jian Jing made up her mind, picked up the coffee and drank it all in one gulp: "I'm done eating, I still have to go to the hospital, I'm leaving."

Kang Mucheng looked at her energetic back, his brows relaxed unconsciously, and his lips showed his usual helpless and indulgent smile.

Today, Ji Feng was fed light Cantonese cuisine for lunch.

Just when he wanted to pick up his chopsticks, the auntie in the next bed praised him with admiration: "You are a good girl, Xiao Ji, you have to work harder."

Ji Feng almost spit out a mouthful of fish porridge.

What kind of look did the auntie have? The logo on the lunch box is so big, and it is a famous Cantonese restaurant in the city. How could she think that it was made by Teacher Jian?

Teacher Jian can't cook at first glance.

He imagined her becoming a virtuous wife and mother, washing her hands and cooking soup, and suddenly he felt a chill.

Teacher Jian is still cuter now.

He shook off the random thoughts in his mind, and quickly emptied a large box of takeaway porridge. He went to the back garden where they had chatted yesterday with a satisfied heart. He said that he was going to help digestion, but in fact, he was using the case as a snack after dinner.

"The porridge is good." Ji Feng praised him first, and then said, "Just as I guessed, you and him had very close communication. He didn't kill you because he had a deeper spiritual appeal."

Jian Jing said, "I want to see the case file. No matter what method you use, I must see it."

This time, Ji Feng didn't evade her again, and nodded seriously, "I will think of a way. Do you have any idea about the password?"

She sighed, "Try one by one, what else can I do."

"You really don't remember anything?" Ji Feng was not like Kang Mucheng, who treated her like a fragile glass doll. He was subconsciously afraid of hurting her sensitive heart, so he said directly, "That's not right. You must have set the account password after you recovered. There's no reason to forget it."

Jian Jing said coldly, "I said I forgot it, so I forgot it. Is

that not okay?" Ji Feng asked sharply, "Is there anything else I don't know?"

She said, "When I see the case file, we'll talk about it again."

Ji Feng covered his chest, his face full of pain, and his breath was weak, "I was hurt for you, shouldn't you be more sincere to me?"

Jian Jing was very upset.

She was of course very sorry for Ji Feng's injury, but when he said it out loud, it suddenly became a different story.

"Comrade police officer, you are serving the people." She said earnestly, "I will give you a banner later, don't be polite, it's my duty."

Ji Feng leaned back to relieve the pain from the wound, still smiling: "That's fine, do a good job, my promotion and salary increase depend on this."

Jian Jing: "..." In terms of shamelessness, she still lost.

"It's time to go back. Patients are strolling outside all day long. Be careful that the nurses will hit you."

Ji Feng laughed dryly and changed the topic: "Is there any follow-up to the Weibo you posted?"

Jian Jing's expression was hard to describe: "'He' didn't show up."

She posted the Weibo yesterday just to inform the scarred man that he had found the wrong target, so that Ji Feng would not be attacked again if he was not careful. At the same time, she also wanted to take this opportunity to anger him, laugh at him, and force him to reveal more flaws.

However, everything has its pros and cons.

Public channels are the fastest and most convenient way to be heard, but it also means that there is no privacy.

Her private mailbox is full of people asking who the prototype is and what relationship it has with her. There are also many people who think that the story of Rose Gold is her personal experience and comfort her to live well.

Jian Jing's mood is very subtle.

The blood rose is a representative of the revenge of the extinction of the family, and it is also left by the murderer who killed the girl's parents. When she arranged this plot, she did not associate herself with it.

However, although the memory disappeared, the subconscious buried deep in the mind has quietly hinted at the truth.

The soul resonance between the author and the work is really mysterious.

Maybe she should take a good look at her work again. There may be more hints in Rose Gold... No.

The key is not there.

She wrote Rose and Gold. There may be clues, but they are definitely not many. She is very clear about the inspiration for this work: the bloody rose comes from a book signing, the gold comes from a robbery, and the killer is her own redemption and her encounter with Xie Wei.

The work that really holds the key is... White Cat.

The last few volumes of White Cat Detective.