This meal cost three to four thousand yuan.

When paying the bill, Jian's father and mother shook their heads while savoring the food: "It's expensive, and it doesn't taste special. Don't waste money next time."

"How can your daughter's filial piety be considered a waste of money?" The manager took a lily from the bottle, wrapped it in cellophane, and handed it to little Jian Jing, "Welcome to visit next time."

Little Jian Jing looked up at him, with a hint of vigilance in her eyes: "No need."

He became more interested and handed it to Jian's mother.

Unless the family is very loving, a woman who has become a mother rarely gets flowers. Jian's mother was a little embarrassed, but she took it when the manager smiled sincerely.

The three of them went out to take a taxi.

The manager was watching from the window and saw the girl take the lily from her mother, pretending to help her get something, and then she threw the tissue, pretending to be careless, and "accidentally" dropped the lily into the trash can.

Her mother scolded her, but she acted coquettishly and easily covered it up.

"Did you see it?" The manager walked to the girl, bent down, and whispered in her ear, "At that time, I selected three families in total. There was a young couple who loved each other more than your parents, and an elderly couple who were more loyal than your parents, but because of you, I chose them."

The girl raised her head and looked at him in astonishment with her still young face.

"Yes." He smiled and nodded, "You killed them."

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she shook her head desperately: "No! It's not me!"

"It's you, because of your vigilance, because of your provocation, I gave up on them and chose you." Every word was like an invisible knife, killing people without blood, "Because of you, they died."

"No!" She stepped back quickly and shouted, "It's not me."

The curve of his lips became deeper, and his tone became more determined: "It's you, look."

The scene changed instantly.

She saw her own community, and he was chatting with his neighbors.

"There's a postal package here. They need to sign for it." He asked his neighbor in disguise, "I don't know when they will be home. I've come here several times and never met them."

The neighbor glanced at his vest with the postal logo on it and said straightforwardly, "They moved a long time ago."

"Where did they move to?"

"They said they were going to Heliu Middle School." The neighbor didn't remember the place, but he had the instinct of a parent and remembered one of the best middle schools in the province.

He pretended to understand: "No wonder you are in a hurry to move, it turns out it's for studying."

"Yes, the last time we met, you said you would move in August when the weather is not so hot. Who knew you moved suddenly." The neighbor looked very knowledgeable, "Of course you have to look at your household registration to transfer schools. It's much harder to study now than before."

He thanked her, turned around, and smiled at the girl standing on the street, with indescribable calmness and unspeakable wickedness: "You see, your family originally planned to move in August, but because of me, they moved more than a month earlier."

Jian Jing pursed her lips tightly and held back from saying a word.

"Do you understand? You overestimate yourself and think you can get rid of me this way." He put his hands in his trouser pockets, leisurely, "You are totally wrong, you just made me notice you, and then, I chose you."

He approached her face and smiled: "So, don't deny it, it was you who killed your parents."

"No." She covered her ears, turned around and ran away, "It's not me, it's not me."

The wind blew.

The little girl's body stretched while running, turning into a slender girl, a tall and exquisite young lady, and a beauty in a rose wedding dress.

She stood up suddenly and turned around slowly.

"It's not me." Jian Jing woke up from her coma, her face full of tears.

Light and shadow intertwined, the cold white light circle swayed in the darkness, and it was difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion. His figure was hidden in the shadow outside the glass house, like a lurking ghost, watching her with a smile.

She stared at him for a while, then closed her eyes tiredly.

The police split into two groups. One team reviewed the cases that Jian Jing had participated in and screened for possible retaliation, and the other team continued to investigate the guests on the day of the ceremony, trying to find some clues.

Ji Feng determined that this matter had nothing to do with other cases and insisted on finding someone.

He asked the organizer for a list of names, checked it against the surveillance at the door, and confirmed it one by one.

After a screening, several suspicious persons were found.

The first one was like this: the invitation letter was given to a man, but the person who came to participate that day was a woman. After inquiring at the door, it was learned that the lover liked this kind of high-end occasion and pestered the man for an invitation letter.

This man has a wife and a son.

After hearing this, his wife threw away the divorce agreement without saying a word, and the couple became very tense. The lover had a clean background and watched the whole ceremony that day, and there was nothing unusual.

The second one was much more suspicious.

On the day of the ceremony, there was a person who was supposed to come but said he didn't go.

Jiang Baiyan.

He was filming for the "Rose Gold" crew.

Today's filming was an exterior scene, and they chose a street full of sycamore trees. The leaves on both sides were golden and dazzling. When the warm autumn sun shone on them, a tall and graceful young man stood under the tree, his face silent and his back sad.

Several cameras were pointed at him, and he walked slowly from the end of the street.

The light went from dark to bright, the figure came from far away, and the shadow of the tree on his face slowly faded, revealing his face. This also symbolizes that he has completed his inner struggle, climbed out of the bottomless abyss, and his soul is bathed in the sun again.

"Cut." The director made a gesture to end the filming of this scene.

Jiang Baiyan broke out of the play, and before he got close, he saw Ji Feng and Officer Gao standing on the side.

Sister Chen whispered, "The two officers have something to ask you."

"I'll go away for a moment." Jiang Baiyan avoided the crew's sight and walked to the corner, "What do you want to talk to me about?"

Old Gao looked at him. Even if he was a big boss, he had to admit that Jiang Baiyan looked good. He was completely different from the handsomeness of Ji Feng. He had a beautiful and handsome temperament, especially exquisite.

Will he take Jian Jing away?

"I have something to ask you." Lao Gao is older and usually pretends to be a good person. He asked in a friendly manner, "You were supposed to attend an event on the 15th. Did you go?"

Jiang Baiyan looked at his phone and got straight to the point: "Don't beat around the bush." ​​His tone was very friendly, as if he had not yet lost his youthful spirit. "You are here to ask about Teacher Jingjing, right?"

"Do you have any clues for us?" Lao Gao tried.

He said, "According to the schedule, I was supposed to go on the 15th. Director Mei and I had already asked for leave, but we had to perform a noodle-eating scene in the afternoon, which had to be reshot several times. I was too full to eat and vomited for a long time, so I had to go home to rest."

Sister Chen was not far away. When she heard him talk about it, she hurried over to confirm: "That's right, the director asked him to really eat, and he was too full to eat, so he had to induce vomiting. After a lot of trouble, I told him not to go and go home to rest."

"Can anyone prove it?"

Jiang Baiyan shook his head slowly: "I live alone."

Ji Feng finally spoke: "What about the invitation letter? The security check at the ceremony requires scanning a QR code. We checked everyone's number and yours has been used."

Jiang Baiyan frowned and thought for a long time, then shook his head: "Sorry, I just put the invitation letter in my bag, and the bag was left in the nanny car. Maybe someone took it away."

"Is the invitation letter still there?" Ji Feng asked.

He said, "It's in my house, it shouldn't have been thrown away yet."

Ji Feng stared at his face and asked slowly, "Have there been any suspicious people around you recently?"

"I'm an actor." Jiang Baiyan answered calmly, "I meet a lot of strangers every day, and I don't have the time or energy to identify them."

Ji Feng: "So what you mean is that Jian Jing's disappearance has nothing to do with you?"

Jiang Baiyan asked back, "Why should I kidnap her? We have no grudges, what's the point of doing this? It won't do me any good."

Sister Chen interrupted again: "Yes, our Xiaobai has a good relationship with Teacher Jian, there is no reason to hurt her. You should check other people."

Ji Feng and Lao Gao looked at each other and didn't ask any more questions.

After the two left, Jiang Baiyan said, "I'm going to the restroom."

He walked to a nearby coffee shop, said hello to the staff who were taking a break, and went into the restroom as if nothing had happened. Then he turned on his cell phone and made a call.

Beep - someone answered soon.

"What are you busy with." His tone was sweet, as if he was talking to his girlfriend, "Is everything going well?"

"Don't worry, everything is as planned."

Jiang Baiyan raised his eyes and looked at himself in the glass mirror, with the curve of his lips just right: "Really? Then when should I go?"

"Why are you in a hurry? Wouldn't it be better to stay a few more days - more realistic."

"Too long, I'll be anxious." He still spoke in a gentle tone, as if he was afraid of disturbing someone.

"How can she let down her guard and accept you unless she is desperate? Once I erase her memory, I will return her to you."

Jiang Baiyan: "Really?"

"Of course, we just have some small problems to solve, and it will be quick."

Jiang Baiyan sighed slightly, looking helpless: "Well, don't lie to me. Otherwise, I will be very angry."

"You have the leverage over me, what are you afraid of? Just help me delay for a few more days, and then you and I will get what we want."

He seemed to be convinced, and his tone became sweeter: "Are two days enough?"

"Okay, after two days, you can be her hero and rescue her, just like - she rescued you that year."

"Then it's a deal." Jiang Baiyan hung up the phone, turned on the faucet, and used his wet fingers to mess up his hair, making it more in line with the character in the play.

The sunlight moved, and a small gray shadow appeared on his face.

The lights were on again.

Jian Jing's eyes were stung by the strong light, and she woke up unwillingly.

He opened the ventilated window, then opened the door for meal delivery, and brought in a portion of bread and milk.

"I want to eat." She said.

"Don't be picky about food." He smiled and reprimanded, seemingly not angry. But Jian Jing knew that he would never allow her to take the initiative in the slightest, whether it was eating or going to the toilet.

He wanted to use these inconspicuous but important little things to destroy her personality bit by bit.

I guess it was the same last time.

She and Jian Jing experienced the same pain.

But he didn't know that the more she felt this way, the more determined she was that she would never lose again this time.

She picked up the bread and took a bite, mocking: "It's dry and hard. Can't you afford fresh bread?"

"Xiao Jing, if you make me angry, you will be the one who suffers." He calmly pointed out the reality, "You have to learn your lesson."

Jian Jing retorted: "Did I hit your sore spot? After so many years, I have made a name for myself, and what about you? Are you still like a rat in the gutter, coveting other people's happiness everywhere?"

He was furious: "What do you know?"

"I know you worship death, but you are still alive. I know you say happiness is an illusion, but you still envy others again and again. I know..." She paused word by word, "You covet me, but you dare not get close to me. You are afraid that I will kill you."

"You," Jian Jing raised her head and smiled, "are a coward."