Editor-in-Chief Guo and Mrs. Qin had no intention of hiding anything. One said that her husband could not have knowingly committed the crime, while the other said that he must have been deliberately misled. They pointed the finger at each other.

This turn of events was really unexpected. Jian Jing originally thought that the theme of today was Tomb Raider, but who would have thought that there would be a murder case in a closed room.

The object of her suspicion in her heart was Mrs. Qin. The reason was simple. She was the designer and manager of the villa, and she had the conditions to commit murder. In addition, Mr. Qin had cheated before, so the motive for murder was also very clear.

Editor-in-Chief Guo came to the villa for the first time, and it was impossible for him to know the security design, and he had no motive to commit the crime. Mr. Qin died, and her ambition to become a regular employee was ruined, and she lost everything.

But you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want.

No matter how suspicious Jian Jingling was, she could not point out anything without any evidence, so she could only watch the show in silence.

Because it was too late, after making a simple statement, the police allowed them to leave temporarily and assist in the investigation if necessary.

This proposal hit the mark, and no one wanted to go to the police station when they were cold and tired, so everyone said goodbye and went home.

Jian Jingling got home at four in the morning, took a bath and drank a cup of Isatis root before hurriedly going to bed. It was not until after one in the afternoon of the next day that she gradually woke up.

There was a text message from Kang Mucheng on her mobile phone: [Are you up? Auntie brought you food]

She quickly replied: [I am up, thank you]

Kang Mucheng didn't reply, probably he was busy.

Jian Jing didn't care. She slowly got up, washed, and took out food from the insulated box at the door. It was a pot of chicken soup specially cooked by Kang Mucheng's housekeeper. She ate it with big mouthfuls, and then she had the energy to review the system's settlement.

[Task name: Escape from Yuhui Villa (Completed)]

[Task description: 30 courage points and 10 special contribution points (you made a great contribution during the escape)]

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

"A-choo." Jian Jing, who was caught in the rain last night, sneezed and decided to draw 2 ordinary cards first.

"Draw two normal cards."

[Drawing cards]

[Drawing completed]

[Name: Enhancement card · Explosion (1 point)]

[Description: Enhances the coordination of different muscles and increases explosiveness]

[Note: Performance at a certain moment will determine life and death]

[Name: Enhancement card · Strength (1 point)]

[Description: Increase muscle dimension and increase the power output of the body]

[Note: When two meet on a narrow road, the one with the bigger fist will win]

Ah, it is indeed a reinforcement card. It seems that the system thinks that if she wants to live a good life, the most important thing is not to master more knowledge and skills, but to change from a weakling to an average level.

She looked at the character panel again, and the description changed accordingly.

Constitution: 5 (the consequence of staying up late all year round)

Strength: 5 (Don't arm wrestle with others)

Agility: 7 (You are slightly more sensitive than ordinary people)

Explosiveness: 5 (You will regret it at the critical moment of life and death)

Endurance: 5 (Your endurance is obviously not very good) I

am so heartbroken.

Jian Jing couldn't help asking: "Do I have to use the card to strengthen? Can I train by myself?"

[System: Of course you can. The reason why we have targeted enhancement is because the host's physical data is too poor.]

She: "..." Why didn't you say so earlier.

Since you can train by yourself, you should save courage as much as possible. Jian Jing immediately turned on her mobile phone, looked for a nearby gym, found a national chain brand, and drove straight there.

The fitness industry in this world is also very developed. The nearest gym is only a 10-minute drive away.

The scale is also quite pleasing, with three floors, not only open-air tennis courts and badminton courts, but also a swimming pool, as well as private classes of varying sizes and prices.

It is simple and quiet, and I have money. After trying a class, I readily booked a one-on-one private lesson.

The private teacher is not handsome, but he is young and fit, and it is pleasing to the eye. After carefully asking Jian Jing about her requirements, he congratulated her: "You don't need to eat a fat-reducing diet. You should pay attention to the nutritional balance of your diet. The ratio of carbohydrates, protein and fat should be about 5:3:2. I will give you a few reference recipes. Just follow them."

At this point, he deliberately paused and emphasized: "After fitness, your muscles will increase and your weight will also increase. It's not that you will look fat, but it will definitely not be the body you have now. You have to think about it."

Jian Jing thought, whether to exercise or not is a matter of life and death, so why should she maintain her body shape? It's no big deal if she doesn't wear size S clothes.

"I pursue health more." She promised.

The personal trainer was obviously relieved. He was most afraid that the female students would be surprised after fitness and say that they didn't look good because of the extra muscles.

Of course, the male trainees were not much better. They would ask when they could have abdominal muscles after lifting a few irons. One hour of fitness, ten minutes of exercise, twenty minutes of taking photos, and thirty minutes of chatting up people. It was impossible to achieve any results.

"It's good that you know the result. Then I will arrange it for you." The personal trainer complained in his heart, but he kept a polite smile on his face. "By the way, I suggest you take a boxing class at the same time. You can learn some basic self-defense skills, which is very suitable for girls."

"Okay, I'll sign up." Jian Jing paid the money without hesitation.

With this arrangement, the schedule is already full enough. There are classes on Mondays, Tuesdays, and Fridays, fitness on Wednesdays and Thursdays, and activities that need to be attended as a writer. It can be foreseen how fulfilling life is.

However, even so, Jian Jing did not forget to pay attention to the follow-up of Mr. Qin's affairs.

She asked Kang Mucheng indirectly about the situation of Editor-in-Chief Guo.

Kang Mucheng seemed to have guessed something and replied to her, "She is fine. It should have nothing to do with her."

Jian Jing told him the truth, "I think it was Mrs. Qin who planned to kill Mr. Qin."

"There is no evidence." Kang Mucheng said, "After all, this is Mr. Qin's villa. As long as Mrs. Qin insists that Mr. Qin knew about it, it will be difficult to convict her."

She was immediately silent.

"Jingjing, solving the case is the job of the police." Kang Mucheng's heart, which had been relieved for a while, was lifted up again, and he said, "Don't get involved."

Jian Jing retorted, "Why do you say it's mixed? I didn't want to get involved, it's just..."

But what? She thought about it and realized that she was probably unwilling to accept it. Knowing that there might be a conspiracy in a murder case, she kept silent about it, which inevitably made her feel like she was aiding and abetting the evil.

But it was hard to say these words, and she didn't want Kang Mucheng to worry about her after being busy, so she said, "Okay, it has nothing to do with me anyway."

"That's right, I have an appointment with screenwriter Xu, and I'll tell you then." Kang Mucheng seemed to have not been affected by the accident at Yuhui Villa at all, and he went to work as usual, "Hang up."

"Then you are busy..." Before

Jian Jing finished her goodbye words, there was a "beep" on the other end of the phone, and it was gone.

She hung up the phone helplessly, but she was still worried in her heart. It was the same task completed, but when the reasoning agency arrested Luo Jun before, she felt much better.

Jian Jing scrolled through her phone in boredom for a long while before finally making up her mind. She opened WeChat and found Ji Feng, whose contact information she had added after their last case.

She opened the chat page but hesitated again.

Police officers are so busy at work, is it appropriate for them to bother with trivial matters?

She hesitated for a moment and sent a red envelope first.

Ji Feng replied quickly: [? Bribe? ? ]

Jian Jing: [I have something to ask you, this is the consultation fee]

He quickly took it: [Ask ahead, no answers as it involves confidential information, and the fee is non-refundable]

Jian Jing asked: [If someone uses the security system and causes the death of someone else, is this behavior considered intentional homicide? ]

Ji Feng: [Of course it counts. Intentional homicide can be divided into direct intention and indirect intention. Knowing that the security system may cause someone's death and allowing or guiding the result is also considered intentional homicide]

Jian Jing asked again: [So, if the deceased knew that there was a problem with the security system, but he died, would it also count as another person who knew the same thing?]

Ji Feng: [If the deceased knew there was a problem, it would be more complicated]

He was probably curious and asked directly: [Are you collecting materials or have you encountered a case? Tell me more specifically]

Jian Jing: [Are you free?]

Ji Feng: [After being on duty for a month, I finally have a day off. Do you think I am free? ]

Jian Jing: [blank]

Ji Feng: [No, I'm on my way to find the suspect]

Jian Jing expressed deep sympathy for the workload of the police, but she still had to ask questions, and briefly described the whole story of the villa to him.

Ji Feng called directly and said, "This case is not easy to handle."

"Because there is no evidence?" she asked.

"Liu Baofeng is the designer of the villa, so she must be responsible. But if you say she committed premeditated murder, there must be sufficient evidence. First of all, the motive. You said she killed because her husband cheated on her. Is there anything to prove this? If not, and you said that they have always been loving in front of others, it would be difficult to establish a motive."

Ji Feng didn't know where he was. There was a lot of noise on the phone, and it was very noisy: "Also, the premise of intentional homicide is knowing that there is a possibility of causing the death of others. If it was someone else, it would at least be manslaughter, but the deceased is the owner of the villa. It is easy to prove that he knew about it, but it is difficult to prove that he did not know about it."

"Oh." Jian Jing sighed, "What should we do then?"

"Why do you think Mrs. Qin is the murderer?" he asked.

"My intuition is that the time she left was too coincidental. She happened to be locked in the distribution room, and President Qin died when she was with Editor-in-Chief Guo." She paced in frustration. "It's too coincidental. I don't believe there is such a coincidence."

Ji Feng said bluntly, "What kind of coincidence is this? I have seen more coincidences than you." Jian

Jing emphasized, "I just met them and I knew they were having an affair. Mrs. Qin is President Qin's wife. How could she not have any feeling at all? Even if there is no evidence, she can feel whether her husband is cheating."

"Feelings can't be used as evidence." Ji Feng is knowledgeable and doesn't take it seriously. "You go and report the extramarital affair to the police in charge. There's nothing else we can do."

Jian Jing was silent.

Ji Feng sighed, and said sincerely: "Miss Jian, I admire your sense of justice. However, reality is not a novel. It is subject to many complex factors. As long as we do what we can, we will have a clear conscience."

"Is this a perfect crime?" Jian Jing asked.

"No." Ji Feng pondered for a while, "If the murderer is really Mrs. Qin, then I can only say that it is a very smart crime."

There is no perfect crime in the world. The more perfect it is, the more flaws there are. But Mrs. Qin's design is not perfect. She has long told everyone that she is the designer and admitted that she used non-compliant equipment. She has a good attitude and cooperates with the work. It is difficult to define it as intentional homicide. It is most likely manslaughter or accident.

She took the initiative to report the case and cooperated with the police. Even if she is sentenced in the end, it is most likely to be suspended.

Jian Jing was silent.

Ji Feng said, "There are many cases where security systems have caused death, and generally people tend to be sentenced lightly. This is because it is to protect private property. Do you understand?"

"I understand." Jian Jing couldn't help but say, "I really hope this is all my conjecture. The truth is very simple. It was just an accident."

"Well, actually you can do something else." Ji Feng said.

"What?"

"Catch someone in a novel." He suggested seriously, "How about it, isn't it a good idea?"

Jian Jing: "..."

Although she knew he was talking nonsense, she was a little moved. What was going on?

"I have something to do. I'm hanging up now. Let's talk next time." Ji Feng was like Kang Mucheng, he was very sharp and would hang up immediately without giving Jian Jing a chance to say goodbye.

But this time, she was much calmer.

After she contacted the policeman who left her phone number and reported the affair between Mr. Qin and Editor-in-Chief Guo, she turned on her computer and created a new document.

A woman killed her cheating husband and got away with it perfectly. Is she a good person or a bad person? Does her dirty heart taste delicious or poisonous?

What motivated her to do this?

Did she hesitate or regret?

At this moment, is she celebrating her success or trembling with guilt?

Jian Jing thought about it and couldn't write for a long time.