Jian Jing was busy all morning and was exhausted, so she didn't continue to work on the script in the afternoon. She originally planned to walk around the hotel and breathe fresh air, but she gave up when she saw that the sky was gloomy and it looked like it was going to rain.

Fortunately, there were cats to play with.

Unfortunately, she was not the only one who liked the cat. Xue Xiaosheng spared no effort to talk to her.

"Teacher Jian, I don't know how to hold a cat. Can you teach me?"

"Teacher Jian, do you have a cat? Which cat is more docile? I also want to raise one."

Jian Jing: "I don't have a cat."

Otherwise, how can you say Jiang Baiyan is smart. He immediately said, "I have a cat. But I often go out to film, so I can't take good care of Pudding. Only my assistant can feed it. It's so pitiful for a cat to be

alone at home." As he said this, he pursed his lips and made an extremely lonely and pitiful expression.

Xue Xiaosheng: "I heard that animals will suffer from depression if they are not loved by their owners."

"Oh, I don't want to. But our Pudding is too greedy, and no one wants to adopt it. I was afraid that it would be bullied by other stray cats, so I took it home in a fit of anger." When boys start to be green tea, girls have nothing to do with it.

Jian Jing: "..." Yesterday, two beautiful sisters competed to praise her, and today, two beautiful brothers competed to please her. What's wrong with the world?

The most abominable thing is that screenwriter Xu saw this and took it for granted. He even said to her, "Enjoy it. The entertainment industry is the most realistic place. When you are popular, everyone comes to praise you. When you fall, no one cares about you anymore. Flowers do not last forever. Enjoy them while you can. Otherwise, they will be gone in the blink of an eye."

Jian Jing: "You are very experienced?"

"You should be young if you are not frivolous." Screenwriter Xu said, "I just want an opportunity. Now it's just a matter of your words. What are you afraid of?"

"My words are not so valuable." Jian Jing shook her head, inevitably a little distressed .

As soon as she was distressed, Jiang Baiyan immediately understood and asked, "Teacher Jingjing, I will go to make coffee. Will you still drink the usual one?"

Jian Jing nodded subconsciously, and he walked away.

Xue Xiaosheng certainly didn't want to cause trouble. But he got the news that although Jian Jing's vote was not heavy, if she opposed someone's participation, Fei Niao probably didn't want to have an unpleasant quarrel with her.

He was afraid that she was determined to support Jiang Baiyan, and even if he arranged for other people, he would be eliminated in the end.

"Teacher Jian." Xue Xiaosheng smiled, in high spirits, "Let's go for a walk in the back, there is a small garden, let's take a breath of fresh air."

Jian Jing thought about it and agreed.

Xue Xiaosheng put the cat down and accompanied her to take a walk in the small garden.

This garden is really small, with only a few steps in total, but the owner has taken good care of it, and it is also a touch of green in winter, which is very pleasing.

"You don't have to worry too much about me." There was no one around, so Jian Jing went straight to the point, "As for casting, it mainly depends on Director Huang."

Since he was getting

straight to the point, Xue Xiaosheng didn't pretend: "I hope Teacher Jian will give me a chance. If I can handle the role, let me try." Jian Jing wondered: "If you are suitable, I certainly have no objection."

Xue Xiaosheng was stunned, and immediately realized that she had just entered the circle and still retained a simple and innocent, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed.

"Thank you, Teacher Jian, I will definitely work hard." He bowed, his eyes burning, revealing a bit of sincere enthusiasm.

Jian Jing stepped aside and walked forward.

Xue Xiaosheng followed, his tone much lighter: "I have read the teacher's works..."

This was the third person who recited the review with her.

Jian Jing was listening absentmindedly, when she suddenly caught a glimpse of a person standing in front of her, vaguely standing behind a pot of crabapple, and she couldn't see his face clearly.

She was hesitating whether to take a detour, when there was a sudden thunder in the sky and rain poured down.

Well, let's go back directly.

Xue Xiaosheng got the promise and stopped pestering him, and went to find ways to please Director Huang.

Jian Jing breathed a sigh of relief and returned to her room.

At this time, she couldn't be idle again, so she took out her computer and planned to write a new manuscript.

The new article is called "Rose, Gold and Killer", which is inspired by the robbery in Lakeside Park. It tells the story of a girl who deduced the location of the robber's treasure through news reports and dug up a million gold.

Then, she used the gold to hire a killer to avenge her dead parents.

Jian Jing once told Kang Mucheng that this story would include some romantic elements, so there is no doubt that love blossomed between the girl and the killer.

However, the plan was beautiful, but she encountered many setbacks when writing.

She was very familiar with the reasoning part and wrote it very quickly, but she started to have a hard time when it came to love, as if she would never be able to write that lingering love well.

Today was no exception.

She worked hard for an entire afternoon, but it was still in vain.

"Meow."

The window was opened to let in air, and a short-haired cat squeezed in, calling out to her.

Jian Jing smiled, walked over and picked it up.

The cat's paws were sticky on her hands. She took out a tissue to wipe it, but her movement suddenly stopped.

The thing left on the back of her hand was a light red.

She raised her hand and smelled it, and her heart sank.

It was blood.

[System: Special mission has been issued]

[Mission name: The mystery of stealing ** and replacing **]

[Mission description: A popular male star died mysteriously, and ***** was left at the scene. When will the ***** return? What kind of ******* is behind ****? Please find out the truth]

[Mission reward and punishment: Determined based on completion]

Jian Jing's heart was torn.

Blurred again, or is it a special mission? ?

The popular male star died, who died? Could it be Jiang Baiyan? She was startled by her own guess and hurried out to check.

"Teacher Jingjing, I've made coffee..." Jiang Baiyan came over with the coffee, carefully holding the bottom of the cup, for fear of ruining the flower-like milk foam that he had worked so hard to pull out on top. Jian Jing

secretly breathed a sigh of relief, took

it and put it aside: "Come with me." Jiang Baiyan said "Oh", followed her obediently without saying a word, obviously realizing that she was not interested in chatting.

Jian Jing caught the cat and carefully distinguished the bloodstains left on the floor.

The bloodstains were almost dry and the color was darker, so it was not difficult to find.

She walked around and finally stopped outside the window of Shao Meng's room.

It was raining heavily at this time, but the extended part of the eaves blocked the rain, leaving a shelter about the width of a palm by the wall. The cat was nimble and walked along the wall, leaving tiny bloodstains.

Jian Jing turned her head to find an umbrella, and Jiang Baiyan was already trotting over: "Teacher Jingjing, umbrella."

"Thank you." She held up the umbrella, squeezed into the gap between the green bushes and the wall with difficulty, and looked outside Shao Meng's window. However, there was an overhead floor under the hotel, and the windows were high. She was short, so she could only see a little bit after jumping up.

But all the windows were equipped with anti-theft nets. She held one and considered whether to climb up.

Jiang Baiyan said "uh", and suggested to her: "Teacher Jingjing, let me hold you."

Jian Jing agreed. After all, it was a bit strange to climb through the window to peek into a man's room. She was just worried: "Can you hold me?"

"No problem." He put down the umbrella, pulled off his sleeves to wrap his fingers, then wrapped them around her legs and gently pushed her up.

Jian Jing saw it clearly.

There were a lot of bloodstains in Shao Meng's room, but there was no trace of him in the room.

What was going on?

Jian Jing observed carefully for a while, and her ears caught a slight stream of water.

In the bathroom?

She thought for a moment, exerted force on her waist, broke free from Jiang Baiyan's force, and floated back to the ground: "There is something wrong with Shao Meng's room, let's ask the boss to open the door and take a look."

Jiang Baiyan was very surprised: "What's wrong with Brother Shao?"

Jian Jing shook her head.

She found the boss's wife and asked her to help open the door.

The boss's wife was a little nervous, holding the key tightly, and asked: "Is he taking something?"

If you want to say what they are most afraid of when running a hotel, it is gathering to take drugs, but celebrities often do this and can't stop.

"No, no, he may be feeling unwell." Jian Jing didn't say it for sure.

The boss's wife breathed a sigh of relief, called twice before knocking on the door, and opened the door when there was no movement inside.

The house was in a mess, with luggage and furnishings scattered all over the floor, as if it had been robbed by a thief. What was even more terrifying was that there were a lot of bloodstains scattered on the floor, and the dried blood beads on the carpet were particularly bright and scary.

Jian Jing scanned the room roughly and went straight to the bathroom.

The next moment, she was stunned.

Shao Meng's head fell into the toilet, his body was covered in blood, and the bloody fruit knife fell to the side, with blood on the blade.

Jian Jing took out her mobile phone to take a photo, then handed the phone to the landlady, asking her to call the police. At the same time, she took out shoe covers and gloves from her pocket as if she was familiar with the place, put them on and entered the scene.

The first thing to do was of course to turn Shao Meng's body over and place it on the ground for easy autopsy. The body was still warm not long after the death, and rigor mortis had just begun to show. A rough estimate is that the time of death was around fifteen to twenty minutes.

There was no foam around the mouth and nose, so he was not drowned. But one could guess this without professional knowledge, because Shao Meng's expression was too obvious.

His facial features were distorted, his eyes were bulging, and his expression was extremely ferocious. It was obvious at a glance that he was under great shock.

To put it simply, he was scared to death.

Apart from that, there were no other wounds on his body.

This was very confusing. Did

he fall headfirst into the toilet, or did he die of fright?

How come, did someone pop out of the toilet and drag him down? ?

Jian Jing was full of questions, jumping back and forth between "Are there ghosts in special missions" and "Materialism does not believe in ghosts and gods."

She shook her head and decided to look at the scene first.

But this was the simplest death scene she had ever seen. Although there were bloodstains, the amount of bleeding was definitely not lethal. Looking at the knife wounds, they were all cut by Shao Meng himself, some deep and some shallow.

The fruit knife was a small knife in the guest room, with a thin and narrow blade. It could only peel an apple at most, and it couldn't even cut a watermelon, let alone kill someone.

There was a crack in the window, but there was a burglar-proof window outside, and the gap between the iron bars was only enough for a cat to get in and out - the plum blossom blood footprints on the floor should have come from this.

The door is an induction lock, with only a keyhole and a sensing area on the outside. The door is locked when it is touched, and can only be opened with a key or a door card.

"Do you have the key all the time?" she asked the landlady.

The lady boss confirmed: "Yes, I always carry the key with me, no one has ever taken it."

A completely secret room.

Jian Jing now began to suspect that Shao Meng had inhaled something.

But if it was an overdose, why did the system give her a task?

For the first time, she felt a strong sense of confusion.

"What happened?" Director Huang's voice came from outside, "What happened to Xiao Shao?"

Jian Jing: "Dead."

Writer Xu: "What?!"

She walked outside and saw people sticking their heads out of the rooms on both sides of the corridor, looking surprised and shocked.

Director Huang looked grim: "What's going on?"

Jian Jing shook her head hesitantly.

Silence all around.

The cell phone rang, and the proprietress picked it up hurriedly: "Hello, yes, I called the police, no... no." She whispered a few words, and handed the phone to Jian Jing with a look of surprise.

Jian Jing took the phone: "Hello."

"Excuse me, are you the mobile phone user Jian Jing?"

"Yes."

"Hello, Miss Jian. Please turn on the video, we need to confirm your identity."

Jian Jing did it in confusion.

A young lady in police uniform appeared on the other end of the video. After verifying her identity, she said: "Miss Jian, let me explain the situation to you now. Twenty minutes ago, due to a landslide caused by heavy rain, the road leading to the crime scene was impassable. The police will arrive as early as tomorrow morning."

Jian Jing: "..." The snowstorm arrived late.

"You have a good credit record and have helped the police solve cases many times. We now grant you some authority. Please help the police record the scene information and maintain order."

Jian Jing: "Got it." "

Please log in to the Ministry of Public Security's XXX website, upload the scene photos, and record the information of the deceased and the people involved in the case."

"Please turn on the online law enforcement instrument when necessary to ensure the relevant rights and interests of you and others."

"The police will arrive as soon as the road is open to traffic."