Officer Liang spent nearly two hours to finally finish taking everyone's statements. The last one was Jian Jing. She handed over the tablet computer directly and sighed, "Things seem to be more complicated than I thought."

Jian Jing was very curious and read it at a glance.

At about eight o'clock last night, Jian Jing and others left one after another, leaving President Tao, Writer Wu, Kang Mucheng and Chang Huajia to continue drinking.

After drinking until about nine o'clock, Writer Wu went to the bathroom to vomit for a while, and was helped back to the room by President Tao to rest. A quarter of an hour later, he returned to the living room, but only Kang Mucheng was left, and his face was not very good.

He asked Kang Mucheng where Chang Huajia went. Kang Mucheng replied, "She drank too much, go back to rest first."

President Tao didn't care and continued to chat and drink with Kang Mucheng.

The two chatted about work for a while, and had dumplings together as a late-night snack around ten o'clock. During this period, both of them mentioned that there seemed to be a dispute upstairs, and one of them was Painter Chang.

But they didn't mind their own business. After eating at half past ten, they left separately.

Mr. Tao said that he went back to his room to sleep immediately and did not wake up until around nine o'clock the next day.

Kang Mucheng's actions were more complicated: he received a phone call after supper and stayed in the restaurant for dozens of minutes. Then, Painter Chang came downstairs to find him, and the two of them went to sit in the study.

At around twelve o'clock, he returned to his room, finished some work and fell asleep.

Writer Wu claimed that he returned to the room after getting drunk and did not see Chang Painter again until he discovered the body with everyone the next day.

Xiaolu and Xiaotian left at eight o'clock and went to the studio to paint. Xiaolu painted until ten o'clock and returned to his room, while Xiaotian painted until after eleven o'clock.

Xia Tianxin and Jian Jing were similar. They went straight back to their rooms to sleep after the meeting and knew nothing.

The timeline is as follows:

20:00 Jian Jing and Xia Tianxin go back to their rooms, Xiaolu and Xiaotian paint

20:00-21:00 Chang, Wu, Tao and Kang drink

21:20 Writer Wu goes back to his room

21:30 Painter Chang goes back to his room, leaving Kang alone in Mucheng

21:30-22:30 Tao and Kang have a drink and supper, Xiaolu goes back to his room, during which he hears Painter Chang arguing with someone

22:00 Eddie talks to Painter Chang for a while

22:30-23:20 Kang answers a call in the restaurant, Xiaotian goes back to his room

23:20-00:30 Kang talks to Painter Chang in the study, then they go back to their rooms

07:00-07:30 Kang gets up for breakfast and meets Jian Jing

07:30-12:20 Jian, Xia and Tian go into the mountains

09:00 Eddie went out to the town

at 14:00 Eddie came back and everyone found the body

And, at 12:20, when Jian Jing returned to the hotel, the system issued a task, which confirmed that Chang Huajia had died before that.

"There is something wrong with Kang Mucheng." Officer Liang said, "Something must have happened between him and the painter."

Jian Jing nodded and asked, "Do you want to ask him directly?"

Officer Liang looked sharp: "What's the problem?"

"Nothing, but he will probably tell you. Without a lawyer present, he can't tell you more." Jian Jing could completely imagine Kang Mucheng's reaction.

Officer Liang understood. She was not rigid, and thought for a while and asked, "What if you ask?"

"There is no guarantee of success." Jian Jing was also unsure.

"Try it first."

"Okay."

After exchanging information, the two separated again.

Jian Jing found Kang Mucheng working in the lounge. He was reading a report, and when he saw her coming, he asked directly, "Are you here to question me?"

"Why do you ask that?" She was surprised.

"You have a good relationship with the police." Kang Mucheng said calmly, "It's normal for her to ask you to help investigate. Ask me whatever you want to ask."

Jian Jing said, "If you don't want to tell me, I can not ask. Because no matter what the facts are, I believe it is not you."

The frost on Kang Mucheng's face faded slightly, and he said, "Of course it's not me."

"I'm very curious," Jian Jing did not ask, and spoke to herself, "Among the people present today, has anyone had a grudge against her?"

Kang Mucheng glanced at her and sneered, "I don't know her, it's not surprising if there is."

"Why?"

"People who flirt with other women are always more likely to cause trouble."

Jian Jing raised her eyebrows. She leaned forward to shorten the distance between them: "Mr. Kang, I want to ask you a question."

Kang Mucheng: "Ask."

"You don't want to tell me what happened last night, because you think I can't be trusted, or..." She asked hesitantly, "Embarrassing?"

Kang Mucheng paused.

He had to admit that she was right.

It was embarrassing.

In fact, there was nothing wrong with what happened last night, and he didn't do anything to feel guilty. It's just that he has always treated Jian Jing as a child and subconsciously avoided some sensitive topics.

But at this moment, he looked into her bright eyes and finally realized that his thoughts were not accurate.

He was used to listening to her, giving her care and advice, but since he didn't know when, she was no longer a child who needed care.

He could talk to her and get her help.

Although... this is not easy to accept, it is indeed the case.

Kang Mucheng rubbed his temples, silently calculated the time and energy required to find a lawyer, and finally decided to take a more effective approach.

"OK, I can tell you what happened last night." He hesitated for a moment, and said as tactfully as possible, "After President Tao sent writer Wu away, some unpleasant things happened between the painter and me. She wanted to talk to me... again, but I refused. She was very unhappy and went straight back to the room."

Jian Jing nodded silently, thinking: It's so complicated, isn't it just that she wants to sleep with you?

Of course, the complaints must not be revealed. She asked solemnly: "Was she abnormal at the time?"

"She was just very angry." Kang Mucheng replied, "But you can also see that she has a temper that is out of control. At about eleven o'clock, she came to me again as if nothing had happened and said she wanted to talk to me."

Jian Jing wanted to ask, "Aren't you afraid that she is making a comeback?" Fortunately, she held back.

"I wanted to refuse at first, it's very late." Kang Mucheng saw through her doubts and explained, "But she said she wanted to talk to me about Yang Guan's legacy, so of course I agreed."

It's never too late for a workaholic to talk about work.

Jian Jing had not expected this: "Yang Guan? Is he the painter's husband?"

"Yang Guan's real name is Yang Guan. He died of cancer two years ago." Kang Mucheng said, "Now the copyright of all his works is in the hands of the painter. She said she wanted to publish a collection, including unpublished posthumous works."

Jian Jing suddenly realized that it was no wonder that Kang Mucheng was willing to stay in the middle of the night. The temptation was too great.

"We have been discussing this matter." He said, "We talked about a lot before I went back to the room. You heard me typing later, right? I was writing a plan." It

all made sense. Jian Jing pondered and said, "Where did you talk?"

"In the small study upstairs."

"Did the painter say why she suddenly wanted to publish it?"

Kang Mucheng thought carefully for a moment and said, "She should have been sorting out Yang Guan's posthumous works, and she just finished it recently. But if you insist..."

He frowned, thought about it for a long time, and then said, "She mentioned that she had hesitated before whether to put some letters in. She originally didn't plan to do so to avoid making enemies, but now she has decided to put it in."

This is a big clue.

Jian Jing became interested: "What letter?"

"It should be a private letter. After many writers die, their families will release some letters at their discretion." Kang Mucheng was obviously more interested when talking about his work. "People are very interested in the private lives of writers, and this kind of letter collection usually sells well. Yangguan's personal experience is very interesting, and the response should be good."

Jian Jing didn't hide it and immediately stood up: "I'll go look for it. Mr. Kang, if you remember anything else, remember to tell me immediately."

As she spoke, she made a pleading gesture.

Kang Mucheng was helpless and amused: "Why are you so positive?"

"It's happy to seek justice for the deceased and let the truth come to light. It feels good." Jian Jing summed up her feelings.

Kang Mucheng couldn't help laughing and waved his hands: "Okay, go ahead. It would be best if it can be solved today, so I can make it to the meeting tomorrow afternoon."

Jian Jing: "..."

Okay.

She told Officer Liang about this clue, and they were both very excited and started looking for it immediately.

Things like letters are most likely kept in the study. They opened all the boxes and drawers in the study, and soon they found the manuscripts sorted out by Chang Huajia.

A thick stack.

Officer Liang backed down: "You are a writer, you see, I will search for other evidence."

Jian Jing had no objection. She flipped through the catalog, removed the essays that took up a large amount of space first, and only sorted out the excerpts of letters, reading them one by one.

There were more than ten letters in total, seven or eight of which were love letters to Chang Huajia.

When a writer gets angry, it's quite scary. These love letters are written passionately, and Jian Jing reads them with great interest.

"Dear Lisa, I have already told Ru that I will divorce her no matter what, and my daughter can be raised by her. As long as I don't get divorced, my body will not be free, and as long as I am not free, I will not have the face to pursue you. I know in my heart that you are a woman of principle, and you will never allow yourself to be entangled with a married man. I am also ashamed to be a two-timing promiscuous person. My body and mind belong to you alone."

"In the past thirty years, I have been in a daze, like a walking corpse. I don't know what the meaning of today is, nor do I know where to go when I wake up tomorrow... Until that day, I met you by the lake. The wind was good and the light was bright. At that moment, it was as if the gods had descended and used the willows to touch my dusty heart. Then I knew, oh, my whole life was just to wait for you..."

Yang Guan's writing style has always been famous for its simplicity and heaviness. Who would have thought that his love letters would be so unrestrained and passionate? It's really eye-opening.

However, no matter how corny these letters are, they are private matters between husband and wife, and they can't be said to be enemies.

Look at the others.

The remaining five or six letters are replies to friends.

"I haven't heard from Brother XX's family for a long time. I wonder if they are doing well and if their children are having difficulties... Although Brother XX and I are not blood relatives, we are like brothers. I have published several manuscripts and the expenses are reasonable. If you have any difficulties, I am willing to do my best to help..." "

...I met Brother XX and learned that Brother Wu has been quite proud of himself recently... He is proud of his literary talent and has always looked down on Brother XX. I want to persuade them to reconcile, but I dare not contact him rashly. However, I don't care about the old things anymore, but I can't let go of Brother Wu..."

"I heard that my sister had a new daughter, and I was so happy to have a baby, so I asked a silversmith to make a silver lock. We are ordinary people, and we don't ask for eternal youth, but we hope that she will live a safe and happy life..."

Jian Jing was a little confused about who the certain brother and the certain brother were. Fortunately, the messages were not too important, and she was familiar with the most cat-like one.

It mentioned the writer Wu.

She thought Yang Guan and the writer Wu were friends, but the fact seemed not to be the case. The two had some "old stories".