Ji Feng needed to clarify: "I brought it."

Jian Jing: "Air?"

"Just kidding, pigeon soup is good, it's good for your health." Ji Feng tried to make up for the loss and quickly handed her a brown paper bag, "Copy of the file, the original has been submitted to the procuratorate."

Jian Jing: "That's it?"

He pulled his hand back: "Don't give it back to me."

She held the bag tightly.

Ji Feng pulled hard for a long time, but couldn't get it back, so he let go: "Okay, it looks like you've recovered well."

Jian Jing opened the brown paper bag and quickly scanned the text.

The content matched Wang Shi's memory. His father used to be a worker in a state-owned enterprise. Because of the layoffs, the enterprise was transformed into a private enterprise. He managed to get back his job through personal connections, but was later transferred by the company.

Not long after, his mother became seriously ill and needed a lot of money. His father embezzled public funds, abandoned mother and son, and fled without a trace.

"Based on this alone, I really can't tell that he has a problem." Ji Feng was amazed, "What's going on between him and his mother, do you know the answer?"

Jian Jing felt heavy in her heart: "He loves his mother very much, and his mother loves him too. His father is a piece of shit." She shook the paper and said sarcastically, "What he called opening up connections is forcing his wife to sell sex."

Now, Ji Feng couldn't help but sigh: "No wonder."

When he went to Wang Shi's hometown to investigate, the insiders always avoided his eyes and hesitated to speak. It turned out that there was such a connection.

"He must have killed his father, and he was most likely the one who took the money." Jian Jing counted with her fingers and shook her head, "He was only in junior high school at that time."

Ji Feng glanced at her: "Teacher Jian, you seem to have some sympathy for him?"

"Of course you can sympathize with someone who's dead." Jian Jing said.

He said, "Yeah, everything is easy to talk about after the person dies, right?"

Jian Jing heard the implication and raised her eyebrows: "Huh?"

Ji Feng smiled: "Gun."

She pretended to be surprised: "What gun? Oh, it's his gun, which sank into the sea."

He chuckled: "Do you think I can't tell the difference between revolver and pistol bullets? What a coincidence, the .38 revolver bullet killed him, and it was compatible with the revolver bought by Fang Limin's lover Wen Hui's boyfriend?"

She spread her hands: "Anyway, I don't have it."

"Of course you don't have it." He said, "You can't have it in the future."

Jian Jing glanced at him.

Ji Feng looked over, his face unchanged, as if he didn't imply anything.

The two reached a tacit understanding in the eye contact.

"Ahem." Jian Jing cleared his throat and stretched out his palm.

Ji Feng: "..." He touched his pocket and finally took out a piece of chewing gum.

Jian Jing slapped his hand away and said unhappily, "Where are my things? The case is closed, so it's time to return them to me."

"Oh, I almost forgot." Ji Feng laughed and took out a watch and a locator from his coat pocket. "By the way, where did you buy this? The signal is good and it's waterproof."

Jian Jing snatched it and hid it immediately, "A friend gave it to

me." "What friend? Introduce me to him." He said.

"No way." She ordered him to leave, "You should go back quickly. I want to go to bed."

Ji Feng asked casually, "Don't you want to have a midnight snack?"

Jian Jing: "Actually..."

Ten minutes later.

Ji Feng left the ward and said hello to the nurse on duty: "Thank you for your leniency. I'm leaving now."

"You're welcome," the nurse said with a smile, "The patient in 809 is much better now. Officer Ji can come during the day next time."

Ji Feng asked, "When will he be discharged?" "

The family requested to observe him for another two days," the nurse replied.

He nodded. The elevator came, he waved goodbye, and walked into the elevator as if nothing had happened.

The elevator went down one floor, stopped, and the door opened.

The girl wearing a mask and a woolen hat came in and urged: "Hurry up, the nurses will make rounds at 12 o'clock. If they find out that I'm not here, Mr. Kang will have to lock me up for another week."

Ji Feng said insincerely: "How miserable."

"I want to eat barbecue." She was full of sadness, "Carp soup, chicken soup, pigeon soup, pig trotter soup, Mr. Kang's aunt must be from Guangdong."

Ji Feng: "There is no barbecue nearby."

"Aren't you driving?" Jian Jing said.

"I haven't been home for half a month. I'll go back early today." Ji Feng negotiated, "There is a noodle shop nearby. Let's have a bowl of yellow croaker noodles and go back. Is that okay?"

She thought about it and gave in: "Okay."

The night wind was cold, but the noodle shop was brightly lit and business was good. There were customers sitting in groups of three or two.

The TV hanging in the corner was playing a popular idol drama. The content was boring and the fighting scenes were awkward. The only effect was to add some liveliness to the cold night.

The boss looked up at Ji Feng and asked, "Or snow vegetable and yellow croaker?"

"Yeah." He took out the money. "What do you want to eat?"

Jian Jing: "It's all good."

Snow vegetable and yellow croaker noodles are the signature of the store. The snow vegetable is cut into small pieces, with some chili, and served hot. The fish is delicious and the noodles are chewy. Drinking it warms up the whole body.

Survived a disaster.

Jian Jing finished her supper with satisfaction and sneaked back to the eighth floor.

While the nurse was sorting out the medical records, she turned on the white kitten state, sneaked back to the room, and fell asleep peacefully.

Ji Feng saw the lights go out, yawned, started the car slowly, and went home.

On the ninth day of hospitalization, Kang Mucheng finally couldn't resist Jian Jing's pleading and agreed to discharge her.

"Don't rush to school, rest for two more days." He drove her to and from school personally, and reminded her, "The most important thing is to take good care of your body."

Jian Jing said, "I plan to finish writing Devil 3 in winter."

Kang Mucheng was surprised: "Do you have an idea?"

She nodded. After experiencing so many cases, she has never lacked inspiration, but her mind was not on it before, and she was too lazy to write. Now that the previous relationship is over and the threat is no longer there, she feels much more relaxed, and it's time to work.

"Write slowly." Kang Mucheng was very worried. Although Jian Jing looked lively, he couldn't believe it at all when he thought about the terrible impact her kidnapper had had on her. "Or, don't write about crime for the time being, and change to something else."

He took a big step back: "Love is not impossible."

Jian Jing pursed her lips, but still couldn't help: "Puchi."

Mr. Kang was too cute - although this adjective was not very appropriate - but his expression of reluctance and shyness was really rare.

She could almost repeat his psychological activities: Although your talent is not in falling in love, although your current situation is not suitable for transformation, although... Alas, if you want to write, it is not impossible.

Kang Mucheng: "Is it funny?"

"No, no." She shook her head quickly.

The car drove slowly into the residential area. Kang Mucheng helped her carry the luggage up, checked inside and outside, and then left with some concern.

After he left, Jian Jing strolled into the study and took down the "Devil Doctor" poster hanging on the wall.

The back wall was covered with sticky notes, photos, and colored threads representing logic.

This was the script she had written at home a month ago.

From finding Jiang Baiyan and having him see the simulated portrait, which reminded her of a psychiatrist, to her completely changing the entire plan and letting Jiang Baiyan "betray" herself in exchange for Wang Shi's trust... Looking back today, it seems like a lifetime ago.

With complicated feelings, Jian Jing tore off the sheets one by one, threw them into the shredder, and let them become a messy pile of paper.

It's all over.

She clapped her hands and began to calculate the cost of the stage play "The Fading Rose".

First, there were two special cards that played a big role.

[Name: Special Card·Black Technology Watch (Main Component)]

[Description: A product developed with black technology beyond imagination, waterproof, fireproof, shockproof and anti-magnetic, ultra-light and ultra-comfortable, with multiple basic functions such as time, astrology, temperature and humidity, guide, timing, etc., with zero error]

[Note: This product can be used in combination with other cards. 5 points of courage can be consumed to print a new appearance or turn on Bluetooth to connect with ordinary electronic devices]

[Name: Special Card·Location Device (Component)]

[Description: Black technology component, satellite positioning device, with color-changing concealed appearance, good adhesion, can be pasted on various materials, waterproof and fireproof]

[Note: It needs to be bound to the main component for use, and 10 points of courage can be consumed to turn on automatic navigation]

The appearance of the watch is an ordinary black, but even if it is just for daily use, its performance is far superior to that of ordinary watches.

Jian Jing couldn't bear to see her pearl in the dust, so she put it on herself immediately.

However, Ji Feng had seen this thing before, and with his keenness, he would definitely be suspicious when he saw her wearing this watch often.

"Let's create a new appearance." She said.

The system popped up a DIY panel, which was similar to the appearance system in the game that deceived people into spending money. First, choose the basic style, then the layout, and finally adjust the color.

Jian Jing chose the pink and white sweet and cool style without hesitation.

The new plug-in was synthesized and printed on the watch.

As a result, this black-tech electronic watch no longer had the previous bulky and square shape, but became smart and sweet, and it was suitable for any style of clothing.

The positioning device was put away for now.

Three prop cards, one gas, one signal smoke, one oxygen cylinder, and the glasses turned into invisible glasses, the appearance of the imprint, a total of 20 courage points.

Add 10 points of anti-hypnosis, a total of 30.

Fortunately, the benefits are considerable.

[Mission name: Withered Rose (Completed)]

[Mission reward: 30 courage points 20 special contribution points]

[Note: Courage points can be used to draw cards (ordinary), each time consuming 5 points; Contribution points can be used to draw cards (special), each time consuming 10 points]

In addition, a high-end dress is compensated.

Whenever Jian Jing thinks of this, her heart aches.

She also realized a truth: it is better for the case to happen in someone else's home...

At nine o'clock in the evening, Jiang Baiyan finished filming the last scene of the day and went home happily.

In a few days, Rose Gold will be finished.

He is looking forward to this drama, more than ever before.

"Meow~", just after entering the door, Pudding came over and rubbed his legs. Jiang Baiyan picked up the chubby fat orange and touched its head: "No, you haven't lost weight yet."

Pudding said aggrievedly: "Meow."

He was ruthless and unmoved.

Pudding had to escape.

Jiang Baiyan took off his windbreaker, rolled up his sleeves, and began to scoop cat poop, change water, and put away toys. Then, he picked up the kettle and went to the balcony to water the plants. Some of them also needed to loosen the soil and prune branches.

After completing the daily routine, he heated a cup of milk for himself, drinking it while opening the gifts.

There was a beautiful box on the sofa, and I don't know who gave it to him.

He untied the ribbon and took out a password box.

There was another letter.

"Huh." Jiang Baiyan put down the cup of milk and put the letter under the light to read.

He saw a sentence that sounded like a line at the beginning: "If you see this letter, it proves that I am dead..."

"Oh." He laughed, opened the wax seal, and slowly read.

The letter was very short, only one and a half pages, but he read it for more than twenty minutes, and was distracted several times in the middle before he finished reading the entire content.

After reading it, he drank all the milk, rummaged through the drawers, found the aromatherapy gift box someone gave him, and found the lighter from it. He

lit the envelope and threw it into the ceramic cup, letting the paper be engulfed by the flames.

It turned into a cup of burnt ash.

He walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water, and poured the ash and water into the sewer together.

Then, "Pudding." He called.

The orange cat ran over and tilted his head.

Jiang Baiyan carried it to the table, held its paw, and pushed the cup.

Pudding looked at it curiously and patted it out of habit.

Bang!

The cup fell off the table and broke into pieces.

Pudding was furious and jumped away.

Jiang Baiyan smiled and said, "It's okay."

He squatted on the ground and threw the pieces into the trash can, with the corners of his lips unconsciously raised slightly.