"The scene of the painter's death was very confusing. The environment of the secret room misled many people, and the idea of ​​detection was first directed to how to crack the secret room." Jian Jing narrated and reflected on the whole process, "But in fact, the murderer's method was very simple - she was always at the scene."

"A little after eight o'clock in the evening, she returned to the room like everyone else, but actually went around to the back door, sneaked into the painter's bedroom, hid under the bed and waited.

"She waited until the painter came back and saw that she had opened the red wine to sober up and went out again. Then she had an idea to put the sleeping pills in the drawer in the decanter, so that when she fell asleep after drinking, she would just think she was drunk. "

Jane Jing didn't find the powder in the red wine glass. It was purely a misunderstanding.

She usually drank ordinary alcoholic beverages such as champagne, sparkling wine, and beer. She drank them right after opening the bottle and never thought about decanting.

Therefore, she didn't find it strange that there was no decanter in the bedroom.

But Chang Huajia drank red wine, which needed to be decanted in advance, and there was a decanter hidden in the cabinet next to the sofa.

There was a little bit of powder on the mouth of the bottle.

The murderer hid the decanter and successfully deceived her.

"A little after twelve o'clock, the painter returned to the room, locked the door, drank half a glass of wine as usual, and prepared to take a bath and go to bed. But halfway through the bath, the effect of the drug took effect and she fell into a deep sleep.

"The murderer hiding under the bed quietly crawled out, covered her mouth and nose, and suffocated her to death."

Look, how simple it is to kill a person, and just a few words can summarize everything.

However, the weight of life should not be so light.

Jian Jing said: "The murderer was very cautious. She was afraid that her motive for murder would be exposed. She happened to see the painter open the safe and take out some letters, so she remembered the password. After the murder, she opened the safe and took out the photos that would expose her identity.

"Soon after, someone sneaked into the bedroom and was startled by the dead painter. But he did not make a sound, stole the things he needed from the open safe, locked the door, climbed over the wall and left, pretending to be a murder in a closed room.

"No one knows the real murderer's motive, so no one would suspect someone who just met the deceased. She was perfectly hidden."

Xia Xing asked curiously, "How did you find 'her'?"

"In addition to photos, there were also letters hidden by her father in the safe, and on the divorce certificate, the ex-wife's name was Xia Ru." Jian Jing answered slowly.

Xia Xing fell silent.

Jian Jing added: "In fact, even without these, other evidences can be found at the scene. Hiding under the bed for such a long time, didn't she lose a single hair?"

Xia Xing smiled and touched her forehead: "It seems that the hairline of writers is not very safe."

"Turn yourself in." Jian Jing looked at her, "You are still young."

At this point, Xia Xing didn't need to play dumb anymore. She fell on the soft bed, supported the quilt with her hands, and looked up at the chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

Painter Chang has good taste. This room is called "Iris" and the lamp he chose is also in the shape of an iris.

"I am still young, but I decided to do this a long time ago." She fell into memories, "I hate her very much. She took my father away."

When she was very young, she knew that her father didn't want her and her mother anymore. He fell in love with a woman, like a moth that sees fire, and he was obsessed with it. He didn't care about anything, and he had to jump over. He

didn't want the home or the children anymore, he just wanted that woman.

His mother begged and pleaded.

She made a fuss and cried bitterly.

"Dad, don't go!" To this day, Xia Xing still remembers how she stumbled out of the door and hugged her father's thigh to keep him. Her face was covered with snot and tears, and she was filled with great fear, as if the end of the world had come.

She was so scared and so sad, but her father still pried her hands apart, ignored her mother's calls, and left the house without looking back.

Then, he never came back.

Many people said that the woman was several years younger than her father and married him just for his money.

They also said that their mother was pitiful. She had been married for more than ten years but had not had a child. She had visited dozens of hospitals, big and small, and tried all kinds of folk prescriptions and Chinese medicine. She finally had a daughter, but still could not keep her husband.

After wasting half her life and getting divorced, all her mother got was a body covered with bruises and a young and ignorant child. In the end, she died early due to injuries and hard work.

And what about the man who abandoned his wife and children? He wrote books, became famous, married the woman he had always dreamed of, and his life was getting better and better.

"I hate her." Thousands of words came to his lips, but only a few words. Xia Xing lowered her eyes and said softly: "I am still young, I am not worthy, but I hate her."

Most murders are caused by two words, one is "love" and the other is "hatred".

She is the latter.

It's that simple.

"From the day I knew President Tao was coming here, I've been thinking about what to do. That day, I said I liked Xiaotian's paintings, and we talked for a long time in the studio. She was full of resentment towards the painter, and I responded a little, and she told me a lot about the painter, including that she drank every night, had bad lungs, often had difficulty breathing, had bad sleep, and needed to take sleeping pills... I immediately had a plan.

"I have to say, luck can't be stopped when it comes. At this time last night, I was hiding under the bed and heard her arguing with writer Wu. She was angry in the house for a long time, and when she opened the safe, I remembered that my mother had sent him photos. I memorized the password and took away the evidence that might expose me.

"Now that I think about it, I might have done something wrong. I look very different in the photo than I do now. If I hadn't taken it away, you might not have recognized me at all."

"The more you try not to reveal your flaws, the more clues you'll leave. The novel is honest with me." Even at this point, Xia Xing was still joking, although she knew it wasn't funny.

But if you don't laugh, crying is useless.

Xia Xing would rather talk and laugh: "You know what? Book critics say that my novels are written by people who have never been in love. But you, who writes mystery novels, are no worse than the police when it comes to reasoning."

Jian Jing seemed to have a lot to say, but couldn't organize any words.

"If you surrender yourself, your sentence will probably be reduced by a few years. I heard that the conditions in prison are good now, and maybe I can read the latest novels. When will you consider writing a romance novel? Love is very interesting, too. I hate romance, but I like romance novels. Novels are all fake. No matter how sensational they are, they are just for self-entertainment. How great is that."

Xia Xing muttered to himself, not knowing who to tell.

At a certain moment, Jian Jing wanted to ask her, did you know that you signed with Chenxing, was it Yangguan who asked someone to help? But she held back.

Crimes are judged by the law, but worldly affairs are a difficult sutra to recite.

Keep silent, justice is in the hearts of the people.

In the gloomy night, a siren sounded in the distance.

[Mission completed, system settlement in progress]

The one who killed Chang Huajia was Xia Xing, whom she met for the first time.

This news broke many people's eyes, and President Tao jumped up directly, suspecting that the police could not find the murderer and found someone to take the blame.

Until Xia Xing admitted the crime himself and took the initiative to surrender.

President Tao was dumbfounded: "Xiao Xing, what's going on? Why did you do this?"

Xia Xing was unwilling to admit her life story, but just said: "I have a grudge against her, you don't know."

"Hey, you... Hey!" President Tao was stunned.

Officer Liang took out the shiny rose gold handcuffs and handcuffed Xia Xing's wrist. She did not resist, raised her wrist and looked at it carefully for a moment, then smiled: "It looks like an Hermès bracelet."

No one said anything, and the scene was filled with strange silence.

"Jing Jing," Xia Xing stretched out her hand, "Can I?"

Jian Jing was suspicious and stretched out her hand to shake hers.

"If I had known you were so powerful, I might have given up on killing her. Unfortunately, we met too late." She smiled and said to Mr. Tao, "I have submitted my final draft. You can promote it however you want, but remember to deposit the royalties into my account."

Mr. Tao's eyes flashed, and he had a rough outline of the promotion plan in his mind, but he sighed, "I will find a good lawyer for you."

"Okay, then I'll wait." Xia Xing said, looking up at the hotel, with a complicated look on her face.

No one knew what she was thinking at this moment, whether she regretted everything she had done. She didn't tell anyone, and just followed the police silently.

The next day, the weather was clear.

Writer Wu got up early in the morning, and even without breakfast, he picked up his suitcase and wanted to leave.

But before he got on the bus, his cell phone suddenly vibrated and a message popped up.

He clicked it casually, and two seconds later, the blood on his face faded away, his whole face was ashen, and his chest was heaving violently, but it was not just anger.

"You left so early, without even saying hello to us?" The culprit who angered him suddenly appeared, her beautiful face slightly blurred in the morning light.

Writer Wu turned around angrily, gritting his teeth: "What do you want to do?"

Jian Jing couldn't help but put on a faint smile.

"You should retire." She said.

What? Writer Wu was furious, his blood boiling, and his ears were buzzing: "Are you threatening me?"

"Yes." Jian Jing said bluntly.

Writer Wu said coldly: "Don't even think about it."

"Then what you saw will appear in the newspaper tomorrow." Jian Jing said, "Retire peacefully and don't use your status and fame to harass others, you can still keep your reputation."

Writer Wu: "You can try."

Jian Jing stared at him for a moment. This senior who had always been arrogant thought he performed well, but in fact, even a child could see that he was weak at the moment.

"I'll wait for you for three days." She ended the conversation succinctly. "Either retire normally or leave in disgrace. You don't have a third choice."

Writer Wu gritted his teeth, his cheeks puffed up, as if he wanted to eat her alive.

"Jing Jing." Kang Mucheng came out with a suitcase and saw the two of them confronting each other, and his face immediately changed. "Teacher Wu, do you have something to do?"

Writer Wu sneered: "You are more cruel than your mother."

Kang Mucheng raised his eyebrows and waved to Jian Jing to go over: "I will remember to convey your compliment."

"Humph!" Writer Wu said no more, got into the car, and slammed the door.

His expensive luxury car drove past them with a bang, raising a cloud of dust.

Kang Mucheng then asked, "What are you talking about? This is the first time I've seen him so angry."

Jian Jing sat in the passenger seat familiarly, fastened her seat belt, and said casually, "Yesterday when Xia Xing left, he slipped a piece of paper to me."

"What is it?"

"A letter from writer Wu to Yang Guan, in which he admitted that he used the 'inspiration' of "Yumen Yushi"." Jian Jing didn't expect that Xia Xing would take away such a handle in addition to the photo, and gave it to her at the last minute. Yang

Guan's "Yumen Yushi" will be taken away by the police as evidence. But if writer Wu is capable, it will not be difficult to find a way to destroy the body and the traces. Once the manuscript is destroyed, the past becomes a mystery, and it is difficult to convict him.

However, he forgot the letter he wrote to Yang Guan.

Jian Jing said, "I asked him to quit the literary world and retire honestly."

Kang Mucheng asked, "Do you hate him?"

"It's not just me who hates him, otherwise, why would Xia Xing give me the letter?" Jian Jing held her head up and stared at the scenery outside the car window, "You may not understand, but we all understand."

Writer Wu was like a sticky caterpillar. Even if it didn't crawl onto her arm, she would still feel the same chill when she saw it land on someone else's.

Kang Mucheng frowned and cast a worried glance at her secretly, "So, do you want to expose the matter?"

Jian Jing sighed and said regretfully, "I did want to, but it's a pity it's useless." Copyright lawsuits can only be filed by the person himself or the person who owns the copyright. Yang Guan's wife is dead and his daughter is in prison, so no one can sue him.

Given Writer Wu's character, once something happens, he will be desperate and might do anything. It is better to give him a way out. Although it is a bit regrettable, there is no hidden danger.

She told Kang Mucheng her analysis.

He was silent for a long time and said, "Recently, I always feel that there is nothing I can teach you."

"That sounds so resentful." Jian Jing couldn't help laughing and joked, "Mr. Kang, do you know that you are very suspicious this time? I cleared your name."

Kang Mucheng didn't believe it: "I just met her once in the evening."

"Oh, others don't know." She laughed, "If it wasn't you, Officer Liang's guess would be very convincing."

"What guess?"

Jian Jing raised the corners of her mouth slightly: "Do you want to know?"

Kang Mucheng's tone was casual, not taking it seriously: "Tell me about it."

Jian Jing then told Officer Liang about his bold guess.

When she mentioned X's suffocation, Kang Mucheng's face was so ugly that it was beyond description. He seemed to want to make a few excuses for himself, but when he looked at her face, he couldn't say those words at all.

"However, I said to Officer Liang," Jian Jing made up a story seriously, "I know Mr. Kang. He is a workaholic who doesn't even have a girlfriend. It is much more reasonable to talk about work than 'playing games'. What do you think?"

Kang Mucheng took a deep breath, closed his mouth tightly, and didn't say a word to her until he sent her home.

Jian Jing: Hey~~