Holding the plug-in prop card, Jian Jing didn't feel relaxed.

She dozed off in bed for a while and had a strange dream. In the dream, Xie Wei was practicing a performance in an empty room. He kept repeating yesterday's audition scene over and over again.

There were no lines or sounds. She was the only audience member, watching him quietly immersed in it.

Then, she woke up from the dream.

Jian Jing washed her face with cold water. The cold running water splashed on her face, which was so cold that it stung. But the chaos and heat swelling brought by the dream gradually disappeared, and she regained consciousness.

Kang Mucheng called at this time.

He asked, "Did something happen?"

"Shao Meng is dead." Jian Jing asked, "Do you know it already?"

Kang Mucheng said, "There is only the news that Tao Tao was sent to a mental hospital, but everyone who needs to know will know it tomorrow at the latest."

Jian Jing said "Oh", but she was not too concerned.

"Do you want me to pick you up?" he asked, "Or should you go back with them?"

She said vaguely, "I have something to do, I will go back by myself."

Kang Mucheng was much more assured of her now, and he hung up the phone after giving her a few words of advice. Jian Jing

pondered for a long time, and went downstairs to find Xie Wei.

Xie Wei was in the kitchen.

He was making breakfast.

The proprietress was in her forties and still looked like a fangirl. She surrounded him and exclaimed: "Mr. Xie is really amazing. It's incredible that he can make such ordinary food look so delicious."

Jian Jing: "..." Why did I suddenly understand Japanese?

"Good morning." Xie Wei turned around and smiled. Under the sunlight, the haze around him faded a lot. "Would you like to eat something together?"

Jian Jing looked at the menu, scones, pineapple buns, potato pancakes, oatmeal and fruit yogurt, which was quite rich. She agreed decisively: "Thank you."

The proprietress smiled and left with her scones, leaving the restaurant to them.

Xie Wei chose a seat by the window. The warm early spring sunshine shone on him, driving away the cold. Although it seemed to be for no reason, he really felt that the empty space in his chest had returned.

There was no longer an invisible depression in his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe: "The weather is so nice."

Jian Jing scooped a spoonful of yogurt and asked, "Are you in a good mood?"

"My illness seems to have improved a lot." Xie Wei breathed softly, his breath was long and no longer short and hoarse, "When the body is well, everything is fine."

Jian Jing was silent. She did not believe in ghosts and gods, but the existence of the system and rebirth itself was against common sense, not to mention that the system clearly pointed out that special tasks contain abnormal conditions.

Therefore, although she did not believe in ghosts and gods, she still believed in the idea of ​​borrowing luck.

The person in front of her was so outstanding that she should have been the most dazzling presence on the screen, but everything was taken away by two greedy people.

Ten years of silence, ten years of decline.

How many decades can a person have in his life?

She knew it was wrong, but emotions were not controlled by reason, and she couldn't help but feel a little sympathy in her heart.

After a moment, it was cut off again.

"When are you going to leave?" She began to test.

Xie Wei, who was sitting opposite, couldn't help but smile. For ten years of hard work, he spent countless energy to study acting, from clothing to facial expressions and movements, all practiced one by one in front of the mirror.

In this way, you can know how to use the most subtle muscles on your face to express the most painful emotions.

Although the simple and quiet expression is subtle, she doesn't know how to hide her eyes.

He can read her heart.

She should know the saying of "borrowing luck", however, she is different from Zhang Xi who is eager to take advantage of the situation and constantly make friends with him. There is no eagerness to make friends in her eyes, but more pity and sympathy.

Of course, there are many people who sympathize with him, such as Director Huang and screenwriter Xu.

But she restrained herself, suppressed her pity for him, and her eyes were calm and clear, as if she was ready to judge him at any time. And in between, there was a looming struggle.

It seemed that she was unwilling to do this, but she had to do it because of the principle.

How subtle, how contradictory.

Such a complicated mood accumulated in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows, which actually gave rise to some curiosity in Xie Wei's heart.

And some pity.

As a man with normal aesthetics, he certainly didn't want to see the beautiful girl suffer. However, he was also keenly aware that everything was caused by him.

The smile dissipated like smoke, leaving only silence.

Jian Jing took a deep breath and asked, "Is it inconvenient to answer?"

"If there is nothing else, leave today or tomorrow." Xie Wei said calmly, "When will Miss Jian go back?"

Jian Jing said, "Wait until I find out the whole story."

Xie Wei frowned unconsciously and asked, "Is Shao Meng that important?"

"What's important is not Shao Meng, but the truth." Jian Jing looked into his eyes.

Xie Wei was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Miss Jian, you are a good girl, but sometimes the truth is not so beautiful."

"I know that things in the world are not black and white." Jian Jing said calmly, "But the law is the bottom line."

Xie Wei asked back, "What if the law can't uphold justice?"

She was stunned.

"I know what you want to say. It is wrong to fight violence with violence." Xie Wei held a hot cup of black tea in his hand, and said indifferently, "Everyone knows the truth."

The heat surged, and Jian Jing's cheeks were hot for no reason.

He said, "I don't mean to blame Miss Jian. You believe in the law and uphold justice. I think you have never suffered from having no one to turn to for help or complain to. You are very happy, and this is a good thing."

Jian Jing pursed her lips, wanting to refute something, but gave up.

"I've been sick for a while. I'm feeling better now, but I still have hallucinations sometimes." Xie Wei was also very confused. Why did he tell her this? He had never told anyone about this before, but it didn't seem strange to talk about it casually at this moment. "Several times when I saw you, I saw feathers."

Jian Jing: "?"

"Angel's feathers." Xie Wei smiled. "Very beautiful, light, and soft, like an oil painting."

Jian Jing was silent for a long time before saying, "Thank you."

"What should I thank you for? It's just the patient's delusion." He held his forehead, his face was clearly outlined, his eyes were lazy and confused, more like a carefully edited poster painting, "I haven't read your book, what is the Devil Hunter you mentioned like?"

Jian Jing said, "He is a good person, but there is a monster in his heart."

"Oh, so that's it." Xie Wei didn't know what he was thinking of, and asked with a smile, "Then I don't want to play him."

"Why?" Jian Jing felt something was wrong after he asked the question, and the rhythm of the conversation had been completely taken away by him. But the strange thing is that the transfer of dominance was all natural, not intentional on his part.

It seems that he was born with such an aura and should be the center of all topics.

Xie Wei said, "I'm an actor. A role with big contrast is challenging."

Jian Jing tried to get back to the topic: "So, you admit that you look like the hunter?"

"Everyone has a monster in their heart." Xie Wei said lightly, "So what if we look like each other?" Jian Jing

said, "Not everyone kills."

Xie Wei: "Who did I kill?"

"Shao Meng." Jian Jing began to plan, exposing his own shortcomings, "Unfortunately, I have no evidence."

Xie Wei was still thoughtful: "Why do you think it was me?"

"I deduced it." There was only one chance, and Jian Jing said very carefully, "How about it, do you want to listen to it?"

In order to lure him into the trap, she deliberately stroked her woolen skirt and said, "I don't have any pockets on me, and I don't have a cell phone with me, so I won't record anything."

Xie Wei's eyes followed her movements, sliding lightly and quickly. She was wearing a dark gray woolen skirt with a few decorative wooden buttons around her waist, and nothing else. She couldn't hide a cell phone, and she couldn't see a recorder.

But he didn't care about these, and turned his eyes away hastily and took a deep breath.

"You talk." Xie Wei avoided her sight.

Jian Jing misunderstood this evasion, and the excitement of solving the mystery rose in her heart again: "The day before we came, you went to see Shao Meng. He didn't know you were here too, and he was shocked, guilty and scared, but he didn't dare not see you, because he wanted to know how much you knew."

This was her conjecture by piecing together scattered clues. It might not be accurate, but it didn't need to be too accurate.

Xie Wei said, "I did talk to him, just reminiscing."

"Yes, reminiscing." Jian Jing pressed on, "But it was more than just reminiscing. You attacked Shao Meng at that time."

Xie Wei smiled and said softly, "I didn't hit him."

"You know what I mean." Jian Jing's heart beat heavily, and she spoke word by word, "You, poisoned him, right?"

Xie Wei shook her head, "I didn't poison him."

"If it's not poison, then what is it?" She quickly followed up.

[System: Use 'Prop Card·One Answer']

[System: Default question 'If it's not poison, then what is it? ', designated candidate: Xie Wei]

[System: Special prop card in use]

Xie Wei said: "I didn't do anything."

At the same time as his voice, the voice in his heart rang out: "It's a deformed insect."

[System: Used, the card has been recycled]

Jian Jing exhaled softly.

The adventure was successful.

She didn't ask him directly what he did, but made up a "poisoning" just to make him refute her statement in his heart and reveal the truth.

"No, you did it." After entering the reasoning state, Jian Jing's mind became more agile.

Pictures of the death scene flashed through her mind, and finally she pieced together the whole story.

"There are a lot of things in Shao Meng's bathroom, toiletries, skin care products, a nasal rinser and a bottle of saline. The assistant said that he has allergic rhinitis and should need to rinse his nasal cavity frequently."

Xie Wei's expression changed slightly.

"You and he didn't drink water or eat anything, you just borrowed his bathroom." Jian Jing said, "The other things are complicated and inconvenient to use, so you added something to the nasal rinser."

She recalled the meningitis cases she read yesterday. Most meningitis is caused by viruses, but there are a few very rare cases, which have also been reported in the news.

That is infection with Naegleria fowleri, which causes Naegleria fowleri amoebic meningoencephalitis. It

is very, very rare, with very few cases, but the mortality rate is very high.

"Negrinus fowleri, also known as the brain-eating amoeba, is very thermophilic and often appears in warm waters." The more Jian Jing recalled, the more shocked she became. "For example, hot springs."

Xie Wei said nothing.

The prop card had expired, and no one could hear his thoughts.

"You wanted him to die of meningitis so that it could be disguised as an accident in a hot spring." She said, "But you didn't expect that he was so guilty that he was scared to death by hallucinations, which caused a lot of trouble."

Xie Wei finally spoke: "Whether you believe it or not, I don't want him to die, and I haven't even thought about success. I just want to do something... Do you understand?"

Jian Jing said: "I believe it."

"Tao Tao... It's not me either." He said.

For no reason, Jian Jing said: "I believe you."

Xie Wei smiled.

The sun shone on him, warming his bones for the first time, breaking all the coldness. Slowly, another warm current surged into his heart, warming his frozen heart.

His chest began to beat again, and his blood rushed again.

A faint sense of guilt rose slowly, meeting another indescribable impulse.

Then, he had an incredible impulse. He had never thought about it, never expected it, but he said it out loud.

"The evidence is under the crabapple tree in the back garden." He said, "If you find it, I will tell you."