The next day, the weather was clear and the temperature dropped to 20 degrees Celsius.

Jian Jing got up at 7 o'clock and did a few sit-ups and push-ups indoors. After completing the morning exercise, she went downstairs to have breakfast.

Kang Mucheng was the only one in the restaurant. He sat at the long wooden table, drinking coffee and replying to emails. Jian Jing

asked curiously, "Aren't you sleepy getting up so early?"

"There's toast in the refrigerator, toast it yourself." Kang Mucheng tapped the keyboard, "It's not early, it's already half past seven."

She unwrapped the toast and put it in the toaster: "You didn't go to bed until after two o'clock last night, it's only been a few hours?"

"Did I disturb you?"

Jian Jing was busy making coffee and said casually, "No, I just thought you wouldn't come back."

Kang Mucheng paused, turned his head and asked her, "What nonsense are you thinking about."

Jian Jing made the shape of "Chang Huajia".

He was silent, then turned his head and said nonchalantly: "Stop talking nonsense."

Jian Jing shrugged, put the toast on the plate, and spread blueberry jam on it: "You are questioning my observation ability."

She raised her fingers and listed the evidence one by one: "Last night at dinner, she handed you the seasoning and touched your hand; she poured you wine and exposed her breasts; when we were chatting, she frequently lifted her hair... Do you still want to count?"

Kang Mucheng's expression was very subtle, with both embarrassment of being exposed and a little helplessness: "Why are you thinking about this when you have nothing to do?"

"I just remembered it by accident." She snorted, "Who told you to say I was talking nonsense, otherwise I would have forgotten it completely."

"Forget it now." Kang Mucheng continued to concentrate on his work. "It's not a good thing."

Jian Jing took a sip of hot coffee and said slowly, "It seems that you don't like this unexpected fortune."

Kang Mucheng hit the enter key, closed the notebook, and crossed his fingers: "Are you very interested in this topic?" "

Just chatting casually." She said.

Kang Mucheng said, "This is my personal problem." Jian

Jing was slightly stunned, and she was a little embarrassed. When Kang Mucheng saw this expression, he immediately realized that he had said something wrong, and he opened his mouth to make amends: "I don't mean to blame you."

She nodded: "I know."

However, the atmosphere was still strange.

Kang Mucheng considered his words and wanted to say something else, but there was a burst of brisk footsteps outside the door. Xia Tianxin appeared in the morning light and greeted them happily: "You are all up? So early."

"You are up early too." Jian Jing smiled.

"I just wanted to go to the mountains early." Xia Tianxin invited, "Are you going? Let's go together."

Jian Jing agreed very quickly: "Okay, I wanted to go yesterday."

"Me too." Xia Tianxin looked happy to meet a bosom friend and took some food casually, "Let's go after breakfast, how about it?" Jian

Jing smiled without even looking at Kang Mucheng, "It couldn't be better."

The two girls quickly formed an alliance, and after a quick breakfast, they returned to the room to change into light clothes, and went into the mountains with Xiaotian who led the way.

The autumn sky was high and the air was clear, and the trees in the mountains showed colorful colors. Before they even reached the reservoir, there were many more photos in the girls' mobile phones.

Xiaotian is not only good at painting, but also has good photography skills. Under her guidance, the photos are no longer the common portraits. Silhouettes, light spots, and puddles are all good helpers for borrowing scenery, and each picture is like a blockbuster.

The girls were immersed in the joy of taking pictures, and they didn't realize that it was already twelve o'clock in the afternoon until they were hungry.

Xiaotian said badly: "The teacher must have gotten up, I have to go back quickly."

Jian Jing and Xia Tianxin were a little embarrassed and quickly agreed. The three hurried back, and the time was almost twelve twenty.

They ran into Xiaolu head-on.

He asked: "Did the teacher go out with Eddie today?"

"No." Xiaotian was surprised, "The teacher drank so much yesterday, she must have just gotten up."

"I just knocked on the teacher's door and asked what to eat for lunch, but she didn't answer me." Xiaolu said embarrassedly, "Why don't you go and take a look?"

He is a boy, and it is not convenient for him to enter the female teacher's room, so he can only entrust Xiaotian.

Of course, Xiaotian agreed and hurried upstairs.

A few minutes later, she lay on the stairs and shouted, "The door is locked, the teacher should not be awake."

Suddenly, a certain radar of Jian Jing was triggered: "Did you call her?"

"Yes."

"Louder, call if no one answers." She made up excuses more and more skillfully, "Drunk and vomiting is very dangerous."

Xiaotian looked hesitant, Chang Huajia's prestige made her dare not disturb him casually: "The teacher often gets drunk, and nothing has ever happened. If we wake her up, she will be very angry."

Jian Jing frowned.

She was sure that Chang Huajia would not be angry, because it was impossible for her to be angry.

[System: New mission has been released]

[Mission name: The mysterious death of the painter]

[Mission description: In a scenic mountain resort hotel, a beautiful and wealthy female painter suddenly died. Was it an accidental death due to drinking, or was it a murder with hidden reasons? Please find out the truth]

[Mission reward: 30 courage points for success, no punishment for failure]

Jian Jing pondered, "Has the painter ever skipped lunch before?"

"Rarely, the teacher has a bad stomach, and after seeing a doctor, he eats on time every day." Xiaolu hesitated, "Why don't we call her."

"Okay." Xiaotian continued to knock on the door.

There was still no sound from inside.

Jian Jing asked again, "Do you have a key?"

Xiaotian and Xiaolu both shook their heads.

It seemed a bit strange to insist on going into the room, so Jian Jing did not insist: "When everyone comes, ask if anyone has seen the painter. Maybe she went out for something."

This was obviously a more acceptable choice. Everyone else agreed and discussed what to eat for lunch.

The resort hotel had a rich stock of food, so Xiao Tian cooked a pot of noodle soup, which was a decent lunch with the salty flavor of cooked food.

During the meal, Mr. Tao and Kang Mucheng came to eat. When asked if they had seen the painter Chang, the answer was no.

Kang Mucheng also said, "Eddie went out this morning. I saw him driving away, alone."

Jian Jing had completely switched to reconnaissance mode and asked sensitively, "He's leaving? Where is he going? Did he say when he would be back?"

Kang Mucheng looked at her for two seconds before saying, "I didn't ask."

She frowned suddenly.

However, when it was about two o'clock in the afternoon, Eddie came back.

Instead, it was writer Wu who packed his luggage and said that he had something to do at home and was going to go back today. Jian Jing was thinking about how to find an excuse to keep him, but Eddie said, "There was a serious car accident on the national highway. It's impossible to pass. He can't leave for a while."

This place is remote, and the only road connecting to the outside world is the highway. If the national highway is blocked, it will be impossible to rush to the nearby high-speed rail station or airport.

Writer Wu looked grim and turned on his phone to search for news. As Eddie said, the local WeChat public account has already released relevant news, asking residents in the town not to go on the national highway for the time being to avoid congestion.

Jian Jing: That's great.

She said, "No one has seen the painter. Is she still in the house?"

"I'll go and see." Eddie went upstairs and knocked on the door, but he didn't get a response for a long time. He felt something was wrong: "Lisa never sleeps until the afternoon and doesn't get up."

Jian Jing had already observed the terrain: "Climb over from the next room to have a look?"

The resort hotel has only two and a half floors in total, and there is a terrace on the second floor, so you can climb over from the next room. Eddie was tall and had long legs. He easily climbed over to the balcony next door and opened the partition door to go in.

Jian Jing didn't want to let him enter the scene alone, so she followed him.

There was no one on the bed, and the bathroom door was open. They entered the bathroom one after another, and saw the painter Chang slumped in the bathtub.

"Lisa?" Eddie rushed over, trying to hold her shoulders and call her.

But as soon as he stretched out his hand, Jian Jing quickly slapped it away.

He was shocked: "What are you doing?"

"She's been dead for a while, don't touch her." Jian Jing was mentally prepared, and said calmly, "Be careful to protect the scene, call the police."

Eddie still couldn't react, and was stunned for a long time before muttering: "How is it possible, Lisa is dead?" He looked around, there was no blood or other traces, "How did she die?"

Jian Jing said: "We'll know when the forensic doctor comes."

He was silent, and went out to open the door with a pale face to inform others of the bad news: "Lisa is in trouble."

Everyone was shocked and crowded to the bathroom door to check.

Jian Jing reacted quickly and immediately half-closed the door.

Writer Wu had a long-standing grudge against her, and he would find fault with her for no reason, let alone now: "What are you doing?"

"Men, stay away." Jian Jing did not give in.

Kang Mucheng and Mr. Tao reacted quickly, retreated to the door and asked her: "What happened? Did he faint or slip? Should we call an ambulance?"

Jian Jing's eyes lingered on everyone's face, and she said slowly: "The painter is dead."

"What?"

"Is it true?"

"What happened?"

Everyone showed different degrees of shock, and Xiaotian and Xiaolu reacted even more, with disbelief on their faces: "How could the teacher...Oh my God!"

They were at a loss: "What should we do?"

"Wait for the police to come." Jian Jing repeated.

It's not that she didn't want to start the investigation immediately, but the participants in this incident were special. Half of the people present were her predecessors, and the relationship was distant. It was difficult to convince them to hand the case over to her.

Therefore, waiting for the police to arrive and cooperating in the investigation as an assistant was the most reliable solution.

Forty minutes later, the police arrived.

Although there was only one person, the speed was already very impressive.

"My last name is Liang, you can call me Officer Liang." The person who came was in her early twenties, with a pretty face and sharp eyes. She was a heroic young woman. "There was a series of car accidents in the town. The police force was insufficient, so I could only be assigned to come here. The rest of the people will arrive in a few hours. Is there any problem?"

Mr. Tao closed his open mouth. He really wanted to ask why there was only one person, and a woman, but the way his question was answered made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Writer Wu was even more direct: "I have a very important event. When can you leave?"

"You can't leave until I finish my investigation." Officer Liang said swiftly, "Now tell me your names and ID numbers, and the reason for your being here."

She looked around at the people sitting in the living room and called out Writer Wu: "Start with you." Writer

Wu was impatient, but Officer Liang touched the pistol at his waist intentionally or unintentionally, so he had to be honest: "Wu Xing, I'm Lao Yang's friend. This time the painter said he was going to hold a private exhibition, and I came to support my friend."

Officer Liang called up the relevant information on his tablet and took notes quickly with his electronic pen.

"Tao Ling, I'm the editor-in-chief of Morning Star Publishing House, and I'm here to see the exhibition."

"Xia Xing, I came here with our

president Tao." "Tian Yi, I'm your student, and I've been here all the time."

"Lu Yuan, I'm your student, too."

"Eddie, I'm Lisa's friend, and I often stay here."

...

Everyone reported their identities and reasons. When it was Jian Jing's turn, Officer Liang didn't say anything, but his eyes stayed on her for a while.

After everyone had registered, she said, "I'm going to check the scene now. Please stay here and don't walk around. Miss Jian, please come with me, I need someone to help take notes."

Jian Jing was a little surprised, but this suggestion hit the mark, and she certainly wouldn't refuse: "Okay."

The two went upstairs and entered the bathroom.

Officer Liang then said, "Ms. Jian, according to regulations, a police response requires at least two people, but today's situation is special, so I can only temporarily seek assistance from the people on the scene. You have a high score in the police's internal system, and you have helped the police arrest suspects several times. You are the most suitable candidate."

Jian Jing blinked: Internal system, they still have this thing?

"Also," Officer Liang smiled for the first time after seeing them, "I'm Ji Feng's classmate. He mentioned you several times in the group. Can I trust you?"