Lu Weiguo decided to find the murderer and avenge his daughter.
However, he was neither an experienced retired criminal policeman nor had any criminal investigation knowledge. He was just a cleaner who graduated from elementary school and could barely recognize a few words.
He wanted to inquire about his daughter, but the new employees did not know Lu Xue at all, and the old employees would not mention someone who had been away for more than a year.
There was no one to turn to and no place to look for her.
"I asked people, and it's difficult to hand my daughter over to the police when she has been missing for so long. I don't trust them, I'd rather look for her myself." Lu Weiguo told her, "The person who killed my daughter might come out when he sees her here."
It made sense.
However, Jian Jing felt that he was not telling the truth.
This is an extremely mysterious intuition, like a spider silk stuck to the back of the neck, light and weightless, but the skin can catch that trace of abnormality.
"Do you have anyone you suspect?" She pretended not to know and continued to ask.
Lu Weiguo said: "Yes."
The person he suspected the most was the store manager, and the reason was easy to understand: "They all said that my daughter had some relationship with him, and he got married again..." At this point, the father's expression became gloomy, "Maybe it was for me and her mother..."
Jian Jing couldn't help but frowned.
She understood Lu Weiguo's thoughts: Lu Xue graduated from high school, her education was not high, but her promotion speed was ridiculously fast, plus the rumors from others, the old man couldn't help but be suspicious.
However, don't forget where other people's dissatisfaction with Lu Xue comes from.
She is eager for credit, loves to show off, and is overly positive... These negative comments have, to a certain extent, washed away the suspicion of the two people's ambiguity.
"Who told you that they are related?" Jian Jing tried.
Lu Weiguo raised his head, his cloudy eyes were all blank: "They all said so."
"Uncle, just following what others say is not necessarily true." Jian Jing said cautiously, "I have to check somewhere else - is there anything else you haven't told me?"
She turned back and stared at Lu Weiguo.
The old man seemed flustered for a moment, then calmed down: "What do you want to know?"
Jian Jing stared at him for a long time, and said: "If there is, I will ask you."
"Oh, okay." Lu Weiguo lowered his head and unconsciously scrubbed the floor tiles repeatedly with a mop.
Jian Jing went to the cafe on the third floor and ordered a caramel macchiato and fried onion rings for himself.
The cashier asked while making coffee: "Teacher Jian, have you found anything?"
"I don't have any idea. After all, it's been a long time." Jian Jing leaned on the counter, her eyes swept across the empty coffee shop, and said casually, "It seems that there are not many people."
"There will be more people at noon." The cashier said, "Our place is also considered an Internet celebrity store. People often come to check in on weekends."
Jian Jing smiled: "The coffee is very fragrant. There must be employees who come here often to drink it?" Afraid of being too deliberate, she deliberately added one more sentence to confuse the line of sight, "Are there any discounts?"
"Employees get 20% off, but the only one who comes every day is Manager Sun." The cashier blinked.
Jian Jing touched his face and smiled at her.
"Your caramel macchiato and fried onion doughnuts." The cashier girl handed over the tray and lowered her voice, "Actually, the coffee here is not that good, and the price-performance ratio is not as good as Starbucks."
"Thank you." Jian Jing thanked her sincerely.
This information is extremely valuable: why does Manager Sun come to a coffee shop with a low price-performance ratio every day? Especially her position is the manager of the purchasing department.
The purchasing department of Butian Bookstore has a director who is in the headquarters to coordinate, and each branch has two managers. Lu Xue and Manager Sun are both colleagues and competitors.
Jian Jing found the store manager and asked Lu Xue again about the whole story of her resignation.
"She left very suddenly, without any signs." The store manager recalled, "On the morning of the 15th, I saw her resignation letter on my desk. She said that she had something going on at home and couldn't continue working, and she didn't want this month's salary."
"Is the resignation letter still there?" Jian Jing asked anxiously.
"Let me look for it," the store manager said as he searched the drawer. "We have to hand over this kind of resignation letter to the Human Resources Department for filing, but at the time, I felt it was too sudden and it was a pity. I wanted to have a good chat with her, so I kept it and told the Human Resources Department to count it as a leave. Later, we didn't contact each other, so the contract was terminated."
He searched through the drawers for a long time and finally found the long-lost resignation letter in the gap of the drawer.
"Fortunately it fell into the compartment, otherwise it would have been shredded as waste paper." The store manager breathed a sigh of relief and said sincerely, "I hope I can help you. Alas, I never thought that Xiaolu would have such a thing... If I had known, I would have asked a few more questions. It's been a year..."
He shook his head and didn't say anything more.
Jian Jing unfolded the resignation letter. The content inside was a common resignation letter template, Songti 5-point font, not handwritten, there was nothing to say, only the signature was handwritten.
She also asked the store manager to find something signed by the names of the bookstore employees to facilitate handwriting identification.
To be honest, in today's paperless office, few people write by hand. Finally, she went to the finance office and got a signature book for receiving wages and reimbursements.
Not only were there signatures of all the employees, but there were also numbers with the date written on them.
Jian Jing, following the principle of saving as much as possible, first compared Manager Sun's notes with his resignation letter.
Hit the mark.
At this time, there were still 10 minutes left before the book signing at 10 o'clock.
When Manager Sun walked into the store manager's office, she knew she was doomed.
The writer who was holding the book signing today - said to be a mystery novelist - was sitting on the sofa, looking at her coldly.
The other party was unexpectedly young, but Sun Bing did not dare to breathe a sigh of relief. On the contrary, her eyes were as cold as her dyed hair, as cold as an ice knife. Before she got close, there was frost on her face.
"Manager Sun, I have to do a book signing in 9 minutes. Time is limited, so I won't beat around the bush." Jian Jing said, "I asked the store manager to call you over to persuade you to turn yourself in."
Manager Sun tried his best to hide his panic: "I don't know what you are talking about. Turning yourself in? It has nothing to do with me."
Jian Jing raised the resignation letter in his hand: "This is Lu Xue's resignation letter. As long as a handwriting identification is done, it is easy to know who actually wrote it."
People have the instinct to seek benefits and avoid harm. "You mean this? Yes, I wrote it," Manager Sun heard himself retort calmly, "Lu Xue had a fracture at the time, and her hand was inconvenient, so I wrote it for her. What's the problem?"
"Her arm was broken, not her finger. Even if she can't hold a pen, she can still leave fingerprints." Jian Jing said, "It's impossible to let someone else write for her for a document that requires a signature."
Manager Sun said nonchalantly, "It's just a letter of resignation, not a contract. You're accusing me of the murderer based on this. Are you kidding me?"
Jian Jing said calmly, "The murderer buried Lu Xue's body in the flowerbed on the third floor. I think the accident must have happened in this building. Because she couldn't move the body out of the building. After all, it's not difficult to turn off the surveillance in the building by cutting off the power, but there are surveillance from other stores at the front and back doors, and there is no way to completely avoid it.
"So, the safest way is to hide the body in the building, under our noses, so that we can confirm the situation every day."
"Are you crazy? Why would I kill Lu Xue for no reason? Don't tell me it's because we are in the same department." Manager Sun protested, "We have competition, but I don't need to kill anyone."
Jian Jing said: "I have been to the administrative department. According to the records, on April 20, the purchasing department's office replaced a broken table. To be honest, no matter how flimsy the tables are these days, they will not break in half a year, unless someone wants to destroy the body. But you don't know that the table was not thrown away, but was stuffed into the cleaning office by the administration. "
Manager Sun's face changed slightly.
"I think with today's technology, it shouldn't be difficult to detect blood stains on it." Jian Jing paused, and spoke first to stop Manager Sun's sophistry, "You don't want to say that Lu Xue cut her hand, right?"
Manager Sun gritted his teeth, "No way?"
"You can try, but I don't recommend it." Jian Jing emphasized, "The police will always find a way to expose your lies. By then, the price you'll pay will be far greater than turning yourself in."
The cell phone alarm rang at 10 o'clock.
"I still have things to do, Manager Sun can think about it slowly." She said, "It's not terrible to make mistakes. Admit and correct them in time, and there will always be a chance to try again. But if you just want to cover up your mistakes, you will only end up in destruction."
The color on Manager Sun's face faded, but he still held on to his luck and remained silent.
Jian Jing sighed softly and said no more. She had done everything she could after reasoning about the case to this point. If Manager Sun was not hopeless, he would have made the right choice.
No one can escape the price of crime.
When she looked at the flowerbed every day, did she really never regret it?
[Task completed, system settlement in progress]
Why do so many people want to be stars?
Perhaps it is because of this moment.
When Jian Jing hurriedly walked into the study room, she was shocked by the scene.
The small room was filled with enthusiastic readers, their eyes were enthusiastic and admiring, and their faces were filled with joyful and enthusiastic smiles. Some held flowers in their hands, and some carried cakes. The moment she arrived, they burst into high spirits. Screams of joy.
The enthusiasm of fans is hotter than the summer heat wave. The air conditioner is set to 23°, but the indoor temperature is at least 27 or 28 degrees. A
slight sweat seeps out of her back. She feels both the excitement of being the center of attention and the nervousness of being watched by others.
Jian Jing takes a deep breath and quickly turns on the state of "concentration", forcing herself to calm down.
She slowly walks to the center of the booth and bows: "Thank you all for coming to my autograph session."
"Ahhh, Teacher Jian Jing!"
"Teacher Jing Jing, I love you so much!!"
"I wish "Doctor Devil" a great success!!! "
The fans responded with enthusiastic shouts.
According to the procedure, Jian Jing had a short speech before the signing.
Kang Mucheng said that he could share his creative experience or thank the editors and readers for their support, but he must not mention the suicide. If anyone asks, he must say that what happened at the time was a misunderstanding, and then don't explain anything.
Similarly, he had never heard of writer Wu's innuendos, and he didn't know, so he kept smiling.
"The more you talk, the more mistakes you make, and the less you talk, the fewer mistakes you make." He warned, "Never underestimate the reporter's ability to interpret."
However, they expected someone to make trouble, but they didn't expect the content.
Suicide is old material from a few months ago, how can it compare to the heat of freshly baked stuff?
"Teacher Jian, excuse me," a reporter stood up, "I think another matter needs your answer more than the thank-you speech. "
She raised her eyebrows: "Go ahead."
"According to someone inside the bookstore, a body was found here two hours ago." The reporter made a shocking statement and smiled, "Mr. Jian, is this true?"
Without waiting for Jian Jing to answer, he asked a series of questions: "If it is true, who is the deceased? Why did you cover up the news? What is your relationship with the deceased?"
The whole place was silent.