Ji Feng had been on numerous blind dates, but this was the first time he met such a difficult girl. He said with a headache, "Miss Jian, you can tell me any difficulties or secrets you have. Don't be stupid." "

Stupid? You mean stupid?" Miss Jian was quite impatient and sneered, "If you don't believe me, I can't help it. It's up to you."

Ji Feng: "Wait."

He sighed and said helplessly, "Apartment, right? I'll pick you up later."

Jian Jing: "Check the car?"

"Yes." Ji Feng paused and asked, "Okay?"

She said, "Call me when you're free."

Then she hung up the call.

Ji Feng hesitated for a moment and couldn't tell whether she agreed or not. He had to follow his usual experience and think that if the lady didn't deny it directly, it meant she was reluctantly agreeing.

He ran to the traffic control office to check Wang Qi's car.

The traffic control office had already closed, but the dismembered body case was a big deal, so he had called before and arranged for someone to investigate.

"Are there any results?" Ji Feng said straight to the point.

"No. 4 and No. 5 have come out, and No. 6 is still under investigation." The young lady rubbed her eyes and threw him a stack of information.

Ji Feng looked through it.

Zhang Feng's birthday party was on Thursday, May 4.

On Friday, May 5, Jian Jing claimed to have seen the blood-stained car.

On May 6, body fragments were found.

According to the traffic control office's surveillance, No. 4, Wang Qi's car first appeared at 10:24 and drove to the city center. Two hours later, the car left from another road and arrived at a high-end residential area, and then did not come out again.

At 4 p.m. on the 5th, the car drove out of the residential area and arrived at the villa area. At around 5 p.m., it circled around the Nanhua community.

At 7 p.m., the car entered the five-star hotel that Jian Jing had been to.

"Throwing away corpses..." Ji Feng muttered to himself, with some vague guesses in his mind.

He took the information, fulfilled his promise, and prepared to take Jian Jing to Zhang Feng's apartment.

But when the call was connected, she said, "I'm already here."

Ji Feng: "How did you get in?"

The apartment where Zhang Feng lives has strict security and good privacy. Without registering the license plate in advance or notifying the owner, the guard will not let anyone in.

Jian Jing: "I met a friend."

Who? Jiang Baiyan.

Or rather, Jiang Xun.

At that time, she was stopped at the door, and the security guard tactfully said that if she was a friend of the owner, the owner should say hello, otherwise she would not be allowed in.

A car happened to pass by, and the license plate number looked familiar, so she said to the security guard: "I am Jiang Xun's friend."

The security guard heard this and of course asked.

The car window was lowered, revealing a familiar yet unfamiliar face.

Jiang Xun looked at Jian Jing and nodded: "Yes, she is here to see me." Then he opened the car door very generously, "We will go downstairs."

Jian Jing got into his car.

The car window closed and drove into the underground parking lot.

Jiang Xun asked curiously, "Who are you looking for?"

"No one." Jian Jing observed the environment in the community, "A girl died."

Jiang Xun: "She is your friend."

"No."

He tilted his head and stopped asking, parking the car: "I can only help you here."

"Thank you." She got out of the car, and couldn't help being curious, "Why are you willing to help me?"

Jiang Xun curled his lips: "Fun." Jian Jing

: "..."

Time was tight, she had no time to care about these details, wandered around the community for a while, and quickly figured out the cause and effect.

Ji Feng called.

Skipping the question of how to get in, she went straight to the point: "Is there a result on the car?"

Ji Feng sighed deeply, knowing rationally that she shouldn't reveal it to others, but she still said it.

I don't know how many punishments he will receive... He thought about it and asked, "From what I can see, after Mai Mai left here, he went to find Wang Qi."

"No, no." Jian Jing said, "Mai Mai died between the night of the 4th and the morning of the 5th."

Ji Feng: "Although I also think that the dashcam is too coincidental, the video does not show any signs of splicing and editing, and facial recognition also confirms that the person who got off at that time was Mai Mai."

"Have you found that the elevator in this apartment building is very interesting?"

"An internal elevator and an external elevator?"

"Yes."

Jian Jing said, "There is one elevator per apartment in the apartment. The internal elevator is right at the door of the house. It opens with a card swipe. There is no surveillance and it goes directly to the front yard of the house. It can be said to be half-entry. The external elevator is the sightseeing elevator outside. It can go to every floor and the exit is in the external corridor."

After a slight pause, her tone rose, "The design of this sightseeing elevator is also very special. It is an arc-shaped semicircle with frosted glass in the lower half and completely transparent in the upper half. Therefore, the dashcam can capture Mai Mai's head, right?"

Mai Mai's... head.

Ji Feng's scalp tingled: "Miss Jian, you mean..."

"It's already very obvious." Jian Jing said, "There are many reasons for dismembering a body. Sometimes, it is to facilitate the transportation of the body, sometimes, it is to hide the identity of the deceased, and sometimes... it is to hide the leaves in the forest."

She said in a flat tone: "If the identity is to be concealed, the body parts should not be so complete. It seems that there is no need to do so to transport the body. Covering the murder weapon? There is no similar sign. Originally, I couldn't determine their purpose so quickly. Who made these people so greedy?"

When she said this, she even let out a faint laugh.

"Mai Mai died at the latest in the morning, and was soon dismembered. Her head was covered with makeup to cover up the appearance of death. Then someone held her head, just exposed to the transparent glass, for the dashcam to record it. In this way, Mai Mai seemed to have left the apartment at around 8 o'clock and then disappeared.

"According to the timeline of the three people, the only one who could do all this was Wang Qi. On the evening of the 4th, Wang Qi came to the apartment with three other men, but they concealed his existence. After he left pretending to be Mai Mai, he returned to the apartment and moved the remaining body to the car downstairs.

"Didn't Zhang Feng say that he gave his other parking space to a friend? Check that car, it must have intersected with Wang Qi's car. The body was moved in the villa area and placed in Wang Qi's car. He dumped the body on the evening of the 5th, and then attended Zhou Zisheng's cocktail party as if nothing had happened.

"But unfortunately, I accidentally saw the blood-stained trunk."

Jian Jing said, "But this also proves that Wang Qi was just the one who dumped the body, he was not the murderer."

Ji Feng was speechless for a moment. To be honest, he was a little confused, and didn't know why such a plot in a reasoning novel would appear in the real world.

But what was rare was that he could actually keep up with the train of thought: "So, the murderer is one of Zhang Feng, Wang Tan, and Tian Mo, or each of them is involved."

"There must be a mastermind. "

If three people committed a crime together, the system should announce that the mission is accomplished, but Jian Jing did not receive any notification. Apparently, she had to choose one of the three.

Classic mode, just get used to it.

However, it is impossible to analyze who the murderer is by imagination, and you must go to the scene. It is now eight o'clock in the evening, and there are only four hours left before the three-day mission.

Even if Ji Feng is convinced, can he convince the leader to go to the procuratorate to apply for a search warrant? It is uncertain

even if the green light is given.

"It's not that I want to die." Jian Jing was in a good mood, "It's just that I don't have time."

Ji Feng: "What?"

"Do you have money? Recharge my phone with a hundred yuan." She smiled briefly, "Don't hang up, I've given you my life. "

After saying that, she turned down the volume of the radio, turned off the screen, and stuffed the phone into the pocket of her dress.

Turning around, a figure was standing there, looking at her in surprise: "Ms. Jian?"

"You are..." Although she didn't have an acting card, the lights were dim, so Jian Jing didn't need to pay special attention to her expression, and just used her tone to show surprise, "The one with Zhou Zisheng, uh..."

She smiled apologetically, as if she couldn't remember his name.

Wang Qi said, "Cousin, my last name is Wang. Why are you here?"

Jian Jing frowned, looking unhappy: "My friend invited me to his house for dinner, but there was a traffic jam halfway, so I kept waiting. He said he would be there soon, but what is he going to do~"

Wang Qi pretended to be enthusiastic: "I live here too, which floor does your friend live on? "

Jian Jing: "17 or 18."

Wang Qi's eyes flickered. The 17th floor was Zhang Feng's apartment, but there was no 18th floor in this building, it was directly 19th

. She was lying.

Why did she come here?

"Is that so? Then, do you want to come to my house and sit down?" Wang Qi invited awkwardly, "I live here too." Jian Jing

shook her head and refused decisively: "No, I'll wait a little longer."

"It's too late." He said, "It's not safe for you to stay here alone."

Jian Jing pretended to be surprised: "What's unsafe?"

"You don't know yet?" Wang Qi lowered his voice, "A girl is missing."

Jian Jing showed some anxiety: "What's the matter? "

Wang Qi said vaguely, "She just went missing. The news hasn't reported it yet...but...well, it's okay. I shouldn't tell this to a girl." He changed the subject awkwardly, "Are you looking for Brother Liu? I know him. Give him a call."

"No, no." Jian Jing refused in a panic, "I'll leave right away."

Wang Qi hesitated, "Actually..."

She hesitated, "Huh?"

"Well, you and my cousin are dating, right?" He said embarrassedly, "I have something I want to show you. Uh, it's okay if you don't want to see it, but..." He

hesitated, as if he felt guilty if he didn't say it, but it would be embarrassing if he said it.

Jian Jing's curiosity was really aroused, and she urged, "What is it?"

Wang Qi gritted his teeth and said, "Come with me." He hurried away, urging her, "Go here. "

Jane Jing hesitated for a while and followed him.

They were in the tourist elevator.

Her eyes lightly swept across the reflection in the glass: Wang Qi was not tall, at most 1.7 meters, and if he slightly bent over, he could hide behind the frosted glass.

Then she fell to the ground.

The carpet was covered with a beige houndstooth pattern, very clean, as if it had just been replaced.

"Ding Dong", the elevator reached the 17th floor.

She couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips.

Wang Qi opened the door, as if he really lived here, and took out disposable slippers: "What would you like to drink?"

Jian Jing declined: "No."

"Juice? Coke? Water?" Wang Qi took out a can of drink from the refrigerator and said jokingly, "Don't worry, they're all unopened. "

Jane Jing smiled embarrassedly and took a Coke.

She looked around the mansion. It was an apartment, at least two hundred square meters, and it came with a spacious terrace. The furniture was French style, with many patterns and decorations, and a roll of gorgeous wool carpet was spread on the floor.

Wang Qi took out his mobile phone and smiled apologetically: "Sorry, it's a phone call, please sit anywhere." Then he picked up the phone and went to the terrace to talk.

Jian Jing certainly would not miss the opportunity and immediately got up to search.

There was nothing unusual in the living room. Judging from the glossiness of the tiles, the furniture had not been moved. This should not be the crime scene or the place where the body was dismembered.

She glanced at Wang Qi and walked into the bathroom.

The guest bathroom outside was decorated very gorgeously, with a golden faucet, and it was an angel's The shape of the room was like the palace of Versailles. The tiles on the floor were incredibly clean, and the air was filled with a rich aroma.

There were few decorations, only a bottle of aromatherapy and a bottle of hand soap.

The porcelain white bathtub was small, delicate, and cold to the touch, causing her back to ache.

Jian Jing reached out and touched the edge of the bathtub, thinking, I must have died here last time.

No wonder my back hurts so much.