To be honest, Zhu Guoliang was somewhat proud of having committed two and a half murders.

He wasted half his life, while his peers were promoted and made a fortune, but he was only an office director. He was called a small leader, but in fact he was just idling around.

His wife was domineering and had a bad temper, always scolding him for being useless. His son was only in a junior college, and with the contrast of his friends' children either studying abroad or getting into 985 universities, there was nothing to say .

But who would have thought that he actually had such a strange talent in some aspects - although this was not a serious place?

Zhu Guoliang believed that he was not a pervert, nor did he have any perverted genes. He was just pretending to be a perverted murderer. But he did it so well that the police did not come to him for a long time, so he was really proud.

This was a strange sense of satisfaction, which gave rise to his self-confidence in disguise.

However, God loves to play jokes, and likes to make people fall hard when they are proud.

The fourth person who died was actually a man, a transvestite.

Zhu Guoliang cursed him in his heart, but was glad that he had not been disfigured. He carefully searched his belongings, but found nothing.

He did not dare to do the same, for fear that people would find out that he was not a "real pervert". He quickly found a set of men's clothes for him to change into, pretended to be drunk, and threw him back to the bar where he met him. He

did not forget to throw a bottle of wine to make the disguise more real.

After doing all this, he was really scared and decided to stop.

At first, it was smooth, and no one connected the fourth person with the previous three. But after waiting for a few days, he was suddenly called by the police and asked why he appeared near the bar.

When he heard it, he knew in his heart that the police had not found the connection yet, so he answered calmly.

But then the police came to his house, he was detained, the true identity of the body was discovered, and a series of things made him anxious.

Zhu Guoliang considered imitating the murderer in the American drama, first arrogantly saying how many people he had killed, but not telling the police where the body was, in order to get a reduced sentence.

However, it was useless.

No matter how beautiful the fantasy was, it was just a fantasy. The police threw the evidence directly in his face.

He was paralyzed and confessed, but he was still a little unwilling.

Asked: "I have made you suffer, haven't I?"

Police: "...Hey, check your confession to see if there are any problems. If not, sign it."

Behind the scenes, they made their own comments.

Liang Yi: "You've watched too many American dramas."

Ji Feng: "You have a hole in your brain."

While scolding, he invited people to dinner. After being busy for half a month, he finally had a good rest.

Liang Yi still had a conscience and asked: "Do you want to ask Jian Jing to come with you?"

Ji Feng said: "She is not free."

On this day, Jian Jing was attending a funeral.

Perhaps God felt that she was wronged and deliberately added some sadness to the funeral. From the morning, the sky was gloomy, and it snowed directly at noon. The fine snow was like dust, falling on the transparent umbrella.

The atmosphere of the funeral home was divided into two.

The mother of the family on the left lived to be ninety-six, which was considered a happy death. The relatives and friends who came to mourn did not show much sadness on their faces, but instead

gathered in groups to reminisce about the past. The old relatives are now scattered all over the country and rarely get together. They inevitably recognize each other and talk about their recent situation.

The family on the right was in unbearable grief.

The daughter is 25 years old this year. She has only been working for less than two years and has just started dating a boyfriend. It is the best youth of her life. Career, love, and life have just begun.

However, she has closed her eyes forever.

The mother cried so hard that she almost fainted, and kept repeating: "If I had known earlier, I would have let her go back to her hometown and find her a job nearby. My poor daughter!"

The old man with white hair crawled on the ground and cried loudly. Next to him, the father's eyes were red again.

Relatives comforted and sighed: "He was only in his twenties, so young!"

Someone else whispered: "The coffin was covered and not shown to the public. I heard that he no longer had a human form."

"What a sin! The old people sent the young people away." The old people wiped their eyes and felt bad.

When Jian Jing came in, she saw a stagnant air.

She took out a white envelope from her handbag and handed it to the relative who was collecting money at the door. The other party pinched the red envelope and found a thick stack. He couldn't help but look up and asked hesitantly: "Are you my cousin's friend?"

Jian Jing nodded.

"You didn't write your name." The cousin of the deceased turned over the envelope and handed over a pen, "Please leave your name."

She shook her head and walked straight in.

Black mourning couplets were hung in the mourning hall, and wreaths sent by relatives were on both sides. The automatic Buddhist chanting machine sang "Amitabha" and the wooden fish sounded.

Jian Jing lit a stick of incense and stared at the portrait in the portrait.

This was probably the graduation photo of the deceased. Her facial features were ordinary, but her face was youthful, her spirits were high, and her eyebrows were full of vitality. But at this moment, she was already lying in the coffin, closing her eyes forever.

She couldn't help but sigh and walked to the parents of the deceased.

"Uncle and aunt." Jian Jing called them with hesitation.

"Hello, thank you for coming to send my Anan off." The mother wiped her tears and forced a smile.

Jian Jing thought carefully and said, "I have a gift for her." She held out a book with a red rose stuck on the cover, "I hope you can accept it."

Her mother was startled, "No, no, you're too polite."

"That's right, little girl, take it back." Her father also advised.

Jian Jing said, "Your daughter loved my novels when she was alive. It's all thanks to her that we were able to catch the criminal this time. I want to give this book to her. Please accept it."

After hearing this, her parents looked at her carefully and recognized her: "You, are you the writer that Anan likes?"

"My name is Jian Jing." She put "Rose, Gold and Killer" in the hands of the mother, "I'm sorry, and thank you very much for your daughter's support."

The parents looked at each other and finally accepted it: "Thank you, if Anan knew that you came to give it to her, she would... would be very happy." As

the mother spoke, she couldn't stop sobbing.

Jian Jing couldn't bear to read any more, so she left the book and said goodbye.

They didn't keep her. After a brief hesitation, she took the book to the coffin at the back and opened the coffin. The funeral home staff had already prepared her body and put on a normal makeup to make her face look not too scary.

The mother held her daughter's hand with tears in her eyes, put the brand new book in the coffin, and held it with her hand.

"Wow..." With an obvious sob, the mother lay on the side of the coffin and cried again, "My daughter, please take me with you, how can I live?"

The sad cry penetrated the curling incense and reached Jian Jing's ears. She couldn't help but stop, turned around and looked back, with a thousand thoughts in her heart.

In another world, her biological parents must have cried for her like this.

Are they okay?

"Jingjing?" A hand came to her shoulder and pressed down heavily, "Don't look."

Jian Jing came back to her senses and gathered her thoughts: "I'm fine."

"Your eyes are red, and you still say I'm fine." Kang Mucheng frowned and said reproachfully, "You don't have to come here specially. If you want to send a book, just send an assistant."

Jian Jing said: "That's right, I bother Mr. Kang to send me here specially."

Kang Mucheng looked at her helplessly.

"Let's go, let's go to Brother Yingjie's house for dinner." She got in the car, took off her black mesh hat, changed it into a white rabbit fur hat, and temporarily changed her belt and accessories, changing the dullness of attending the funeral just now.

Si Yingjie lives in a villa area in the suburbs, a distance from the city. The advantage is that the scenery is excellent and the noise of the city is almost inaudible. The disadvantage is that it is too far away from the convenience of life. If you order takeout, it will be delivered in one hour.

"You are here." It was a cold day, but the temperature indoors was 25 or 26 degrees. Si Yingjie was only wearing a single layer of clothes and went out barefoot to open the door. "Fuck, it's so cold, close the door!"

As soon as the door was closed, the hot air immediately filled his cheeks. Jian Jing

quickly took off his coat, hat and shoes and asked, "What are you going to treat us to eat?"

"Seafood, my sister asked someone to send a few boxes of seafood over." Si Yingjie didn't know how to appreciate his blessings and complained, "When will we be able to eat this?"

He took them into the house, and the heat from the floor heating had already filled the entire corner. He couldn't wait to eat popsicles.

"There's ice cream in the kitchen." Si Yingjie instructed.

Jian Jing immediately ran to the kitchen.

The ice cream in Si Yingjie's house is all handmade and brought from the hotel by the chef this morning. They are also responsible for cooking seafood - you can't expect Si Yingjie to go into the kitchen to cook. Jian

Jing scooped a large cup of ice cream and visited the living room.

Si Yingjie and Kang Mucheng are really a pair of completely opposite friends. The Kang family is tidy and everything is classified, but this place is a mess, either dirty or messy.

Decorations of various styles and designs are piled up on the cabinet by the owner at will, crooked and arbitrary, which can drive people with obsessive-compulsive disorder crazy.

Jian Jing counted them and found that there were: Egyptian beetle amulets, Japanese Noh masks, Indian Shiva statues, Thai Buddha amulets, Arabic spices... a mess.

She saw that Kang Mucheng couldn't help it and started to sort out the magazines scattered on the sofa.

Si Yingjie thought he was annoying and rushed over to stuff them into the storage rack.

It was terrible.

Kang Mucheng could tolerate seeing things in a mess, but when he saw books in a mess, he had to rearrange them alphabetically.

Si Yingjie snorted: "Bad habit."

Kang Mucheng: "Shut up." Jian Jing

was very happy and couldn't stop laughing while biting the spoon.

Si Yingjie's face turned red because of her smile, and he quickly changed the subject: "Do you have any plans for Christmas and New Year's Eve? It's so boring, why not go to a hot spring?" Kang

Mucheng said: "I have a new book on New Year's Day, so I don't have time ."

"You can go after that." Si Yingjie said.

Kang Mucheng said: "After the new book is released, I will go to Europe to attend a wedding."

Si Yingjie wondered: "Whose wedding?"

He and Kang Mucheng have a lot of overlapping circles of friends, and it seems that he has not heard of this.

"College classmate, you don't know him." Kang Mucheng explained, "He is very lonely and has almost no friends. Although we haven't been in touch for a while, I still want to go."

Jian Jing asked curiously: "Where in Europe?"

He gave a place name that no one had heard of.

Jian Jing searched on Google Maps for a long time and found that it was indeed a bit remote and definitely not a popular tourist destination. She couldn't help but worry: "Are you going alone?"

After the Paris incident, she had a psychological shadow on countries that don't ban guns.

Kang Mucheng going abroad alone was really worrying.

Not only her, Si Yingjie looked at the map and said without hesitation: "Take me with you."

Kang Mucheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "There's nothing fun there, why are you going there?"

"It's boring, it doesn't matter where I go, maybe I can meet two beauties." Si Yingjie didn't think so, "Jingjing, do you want to go?" Jian Jing

held her chin and said faintly: "That depends on whether Mr. Kang is willing to take me."

Kang Mucheng was angry and amused: "If you want to go, why would I not take you?"

"What if there are beauties there." She used Si Yingjie's words and said seriously, "I have to consider your life."

Kang Mucheng: "..."

Si Yingjie burst into a series of earth-shaking laughter: "Hahahahaha!!"