He stared at Jian Jing with cold eyes for a long time, but he finally restrained his anger and said coldly: "You'd better figure it out. I can kill you at any time."

He took out a suitcase from the shadows and patted its white iron shell: "There is a special neurotoxin here. Only 3g can easily kill an elephant."

Through the thick glass, he emphasized: "Your life is in my hands."

So Jian Jing calmed down and did not provoke him again.

But he was provoked by her just now, so he naturally couldn't give up. He had to teach her a lesson: "As for the police, do you know where they have found it?"

She said: "They are almost at your hometown?"

"Haha." He was not angry, and his eyes flashed with malicious interest, "They have started to investigate Jiang Baiyan."

Jian Jing's eyelids twitched, not obviously, but they did not escape his sight.

He curled his lips.

The little girl was still as stubborn as before. Such a brave and proud soul could only drive her into despair and then destroy her personality, and only then could she be truly tamed.

He walked to a chair and sat down. He habitually hid in the dark and joked, "You are surprised, right? The two trump cards you arranged actually fought against each other."

She regained her composure: "I don't know what you are talking about."

"You know very well." He said, "Your partner is not the police at all. Without reason, the police cannot waste their manpower. They can only file a case for investigation after something happens to you. Besides, even your 'acquaintances' don't seem to approve of you doing this."

Jian Jing's face turned very ugly.

"You dare not let Kang Mucheng know, but you have to find someone you can trust. After thinking about it for a while, I thought of such a candidate: you saved him and gave him many opportunities. You can trust him for personal reasons and interests." The more nervous she was, the calmer he was. "Xiao Jing, I will teach you one more thing today - never trust anyone."

Jian Jing reacted very quickly and said immediately: "Have you been betrayed?"

"Then I would not be standing here now." He shook his head, and his words were actually somewhat sincere. "Don't trust anyone. People can only trust themselves. Each of our souls is lonely."

She said: "Only those with a guilty conscience dare not trust."

"Defaming me cannot change the result of your betrayal." He adjusted his cuffs and smiled, "The bloody reality is far more effective than earnest persuasion, isn't it?"

She pursed her lips: "What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything, it's just that you underestimated the selfishness of human nature." He commented pertinently.

She stared at him quietly. After a few days, she had more or less figured out his temperament. Whenever she talked about himself, he was always arrogant and irritable, and would get angry at the slightest mistake.

But when he sat down and taught her his life experience like a teacher, his tolerance immediately increased greatly. He easily forgave her offense and chose to "convince" her with facts.

He said something very sincere.

Every soul is lonely, and he is very lonely.

He wants to confide, to show off, and to be recognized.

Therefore, her provocation will always be rewarded - this is not because he treats "her" differently, but because the back-and-forth arguments and confrontations can make the stagnant heart ripple with vitality.

He said he worshipped the quiet beauty of death, but in fact, he was a pitiful insect who was greedy for vitality.

At this moment, he could not restrain his desire to vent, and he showed a new card in advance: "You got the most crucial point wrong - what does Jiang Baiyan want?"

Jian Jing lowered her eyes, her face showed "uninterested", but her bitten lips betrayed her uneasiness.

He was more comfortable.

If there were no audiences under the stage, how lonely the performance would be.

A great artist would enjoy this moment the most. He was talking and she was listening, and what he said must be able to convince her and discipline her.

Under the temptation of imagination, people cannot maintain absolute rationality and will say things that they should not say.

"You think that what he wants is to repay a favor, to express himself, and to gain your recognition." His tone became sharp, like a scalpel, coldly dissecting Jiang Baiyan's body, "This judgment cannot be wrong, but you don't understand him."

The corners of his lips raised slightly, and his appearance overlapped with the person sitting in the warm office: "He has no soul, only a shell with nothing inside. Such a person is destined to spend his whole life looking for something to fill the void."

After a pause, he couldn't help but sigh, "He is a monster, but unfortunately, I met him too late."

How great it would be if I could have met that child a few months earlier. Feed him with rotten and fertile nutrients, instill your ideals in him, and he will grow in the dark abyss, like a colorful mushroom that tempts people to eat him.

How exciting, how exciting!

What a pity, what a pity.

"Seven years ago, I met him near your house. He came to you." He murmured, "Those eyes were so special. You thought he was a dog trying to please you, but I know that he doesn't want meat and bones, but people's hearts."

The next few sentences were spoken in a very light tone, and Jian Jing didn't hear clearly: "What are you talking about?"

Myopic people will greatly reduce their hearing without glasses. He smiled: "Do you know how I brought you out? It was very simple. I got an invitation letter - Jiang Baiyan's invitation letter."

Jian Jing was stunned, and a thought flashed across his eyes.

What does this mean? He had anticipated her choice in advance, and had cut off the source of the trouble, or...

"He betrayed you." He spat out the answer, especially the word "betrayed", which he pronounced clearly.

Jian Jing subconsciously argued, "That's impossible!"

"Did you listen to me carefully?" He frowned unhappily, "What did I say just now? You don't understand him at all. He helps you and pleases you, all for your affection, so if I can give him the same thing, faster and easier, he will betray you." "I do

n't believe it." Jian Jing maintained his sanity and retorted in an orderly manner, "It's just an invitation letter, you have plenty of ways to get it."

He pointed at the high heels and hairpins on the ground: "Don't you think it's too easy for me to find these things?"

She clasped her hands on her abdomen: "You have detection equipment."

"Don't give up until you get to the Yellow River." He sighed helplessly and took out the prepared recording.

Play.

The sound of a door opening, footsteps, and a seat, followed by a period of silence.

He asked, "You look at me like that, as if you have something to say."

"Doctor Wang," Jiang Baiyan said, "I've been consulting with you for more than half a year. I've always been the one talking about myself, and I've never heard you talk about yourself."

He said, "I'm a doctor, so of course I should listen more and talk less."

Jiang Baiyan's tone rose, "Then I'm really at a disadvantage."

He smiled, "Okay, since you want to listen, I can also talk about myself."

"I know that Doctor Wang graduated from the University of Edinburgh." Jiang Baiyan's tone was familiar and lively, "So I asked someone to investigate, and guess what - there has never been a person named Wang Shi on the list of international students."

Silence, strange silence.

He pressed the pause button and glanced at Jian Jing's face.

Although he didn't mention the point, she wasn't stupid. If he really wanted to help her, how could he have been so frightened as to expose his identity?

He couldn't help but smile again and played the second recording.

It was still Jiang Baiyan's voice: "Why should I agree to your conditions? As long as I tell her your whereabouts, she will definitely be grateful to me. Why should I help you?"

"If you really think so, you won't tell me the news." He said slowly, "Compared to helping, you want to know what happened that year."

After a long while, Jiang Baiyan said: "I am indeed very curious."

"No, you are not curious." In the recording, his voice showed a different charm, low and pleasant, attracting people to listen involuntarily, "You want to get a chance, a chance... to take advantage of the opportunity." She

couldn't see his expression, but the volume was enough for her to hear Jiang Baiyan's light laugh.

This boy always smiled sweetly and lively in front of her, like soda in summer and milk tea in winter, ironing and comfortable.

But this laughter does not belong to a young man with vigor and vitality, but a deep and meaningful laughter of a young man.

"She is talented and famous at a young age. She does not need your help in her career, as she has her own people to protect her. She is righteous and smart. She not only saved you, but also saved others. Many people are grateful to her. You are nothing special."

He was praising her in the recording, and he was also looking at her with interest outside the recording.

"What do you have to pursue her, get her, and win her heart?" He cut open Jiang Baiyan's heart, dug out a bunch of rotten cotton wool, broke it into pieces, and crumpled it. "But this is an opportunity. Her unbearable experience is the biggest flaw in her heart. As long as you can grasp it, you can get her."

Jian Jing's face turned pale little by little, without a trace of blood. But he insisted on not stopping and gritted his teeth to listen to it, as if there was still a faint hope.

But she was destined to be disappointed.

After a long silence, Jiang Baiyan said: "So what?"

"I can help you."

"Why should I trust you?"

The recording stopped here. He would not be stupid enough to expose his plan and drag the time bar to the end.

She heard Jiang Baiyan say, "Okay, I promise you."

"Do you understand?" He admired her expression with great interest, "He betrayed you and made a deal with me."

Jian Jing pursed her lips, her chest heaving several times before she barely suppressed her anger and said sarcastically, "You're not much better. You sold him out just like that."

He spread his hands and smiled, "I'm doing this for your own good, so that you don't have any unrealistic fantasies."

She gritted her teeth.

"Are you angry?" He knocked on the table, crossed his fingers and placed them under his chin, looking at her with a determined look, "Don't be angry, I will avenge you."

Jian Jing suddenly raised her head and said in disbelief, "You want to... put the blame on him?"

"Pa pa", he clapped his hands and praised her vigorously, "Smart, isn't this the best way?"

As he spoke, he stood up and walked closer, saying slowly, "The police want to find a suspect, so I will give them a suspect. Jiang Baiyan betrayed you, and I will make him pay the price. Everything is perfect."

Under the beam of light, her face was terribly pale, and the light in her pupils dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye. Slowly, she sat down, holding the edge of the bed with her hands, and her knuckles were so hard that the veins were exposed.

"Xiao Jing." He called softly, "Do you still think you can win?"

She stopped talking.

And he knew that the amazing energy hidden in her body was slowly draining away. She would slowly lose her fighting spirit, gradually give up resistance, and sink into the endless abyss of despair, repeating the plot of the past.

This was a written drama.

She was powerless to change the ending.