When Jian Jing received the call from Taoist He, it was like drinking a glass of ice water in the early spring weather. She shuddered and her hair stood on end.

Without further ado, she called Zhang Xi and asked her about the origin of the man who had his face disfigured.

Zhang Xi said, "That audition..."

"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll have you back." Jian Jing was in no mood to bargain with her, so she threatened her the moment she opened her mouth.

Zhang Xi weighed it over and didn't want to offend her, so she said, "I don't know his name, but I heard Lao Wan call him 'Master Tianqi'."

Master Tianqi.

Qi Tian? !

Jian Jing never thought that the clues for the investigation would appear in this way.

Ten years ago, in 2010, Qi Tian's face was disfigured. Does that mean that he has indeed changed his appearance and is living with a new look?

In order not to alert the enemy, Jian Jing did not ask Zhang Xi for the other party's contact information.

She conveyed this matter to the police officer who was in charge of the Qi Tian case at the time, and asked them to investigate Qi Tian's life trajectory. Since he had stayed in the hospital, perhaps some clues could be found.

After finishing these, Jian Jing began to hesitate whether to contact Xie Wei.

Perhaps it was the influence of her period these days that made her irritable and distracted, and she missed a very important doubt.

How did Xie Wei know about the borrowing of luck?

If it was another expert who enlightened him, how did he lock on Shao Meng and Tao Tao?

Under normal circumstances, even if he deduced these two people from the time, he should have chosen one of the two. How could he be sure that the two people were borrowed?

There is a problem.

Jian Jing wanted to get to the bottom of it, but deep down, she was a little resistant to this matter.

But she couldn't explain her inexplicable emotions, so she had no persuasive power. She pretended that nothing had happened, asked screenwriter Xu for the other party's phone number, and dialed it.

"Beep--"

The sound of the call being connected was like flying cat hair, making people sneeze.

"Hello, hello." It went through.

"Xie Wei." Jian Jing calmed down, "I want to ask you something."

There was a long silence on the other end.

Jian Jing was a little afraid that he would hang up the phone, and hesitantly said, "I'm not asking you to turn yourself in."

"It doesn't matter." Xie Wei's voice was as gentle as a breeze, "Ask me, as long as I know, I will tell you."

Jian Jing asked, "How do you know it was Shao Meng and Tao Tao?"

"Someone told me." He really knew everything, and he told me everything. "That person called me and asked me if I wanted to know why I was like this. I said yes, and he told me about it."

"Who is he?"

Xie Wei said lightly, "He didn't say, but if I guess correctly, it should be someone who helped them back then."

"Are you sure?" Jian Jing was shocked.

What kind of operation did Qi Tian do? He committed a crime in one go, including Shao Meng, Tao Tao, Zhang Xi, and Xie Wei. He got four fish from one?

She was extremely alert: "This man is ruthless, you..." The words turned on the tip of her tongue, "Did you reach any deal with him?"

"He didn't ask me for anything, he just said he couldn't bear to keep me in the dark." Xie Wei was not stupid, he said calmly, "Free is the most valuable, I know."

Jian Jing frowned and asked, "Have you met?"

"No, after he called me, I only received a package with a talisman in it, I opened it and found it was a worm cyst." Xie Wei's voice became hoarse, and a muffled cough came from the other end, "You, cough, don't go to him."

He took a breath and said hoarsely, "I am desperate, but you are not. Miss Jian, don't provoke that man, he is very evil."

"I know."

Jian Jing used to think that Qi Tian was just a cruel charlatan, but after Xie Wei's incident, she had to admit that the other party was definitely not that simple.

Either he was a skilled swindler, or there was really something wrong.

So this time she chose to hand over the clues to the police instead of investigating it herself.

The two ends of the radio waves returned to silence again, with only shallow breathing.

Jian Jing hesitated for a long time and was about to say goodbye, when she suddenly heard the breathing on the other end become short and weak, with faint suppressed groans, as if suffering from some pain.

She suddenly became suspicious: "Aren't you feeling much better? Why are you sick again?"

"I accidentally caught the flu." Xie Wei's voice was much weaker, "Thank you for your concern."

"Why don't you go to the hospital?" she asked.

He said softly, "I'm in the hospital."

"You're lying." It would be fine if he didn't lie, but Jian Jing felt something was wrong after hearing that. "Where are you? Can I come over?"

Xie Wei laughed, as if he was helpless: "Why are you so sensitive?"

"What's wrong with you?" Jian Jing frowned.

Xie Wei said: "It's really nothing, but there are a lot of reporters coming to where I live, so it's not convenient for me to go over now."

No, he was lying.

Jian Jing pondered, but didn't expose him directly, and asked tentatively: "I'll bring you some medicine. Where do you live?"

His breathing paused for a moment.

"Why?" he asked, "You should hate people like me, why do you still care about me?"

Jian Jing paused and answered with a question: "Don't you want me to come over?"

He laughed, then choked and coughed several times before saying: "No, I want you to come, please come over."

Xie Wei gave her address, which was just an ordinary residential community.

Jian Jing immediately put on her coat, picked up the car keys and left.

Fortunately, it was past ten o'clock in the evening and there was not much traffic on the street. She drove at the speed limit all the way and finally found Xie Wei's home half an hour later.

Ordinary residential community, ordinary residents, only vendors at the night market stall at the door, no reporters.

She hurried to the corresponding building, the elevator was slow to come down, so she just climbed the stairs directly.

An inexplicable feeling of anxiety kept urging her on, and she rushed up to the twelfth floor in one breath, her heart almost jumping out of her chest.

"Knock, knock," she knocked quickly.

The door opened.

In the dim light, Xie Wei appeared like a ghost, his face pale and surrounded by a thick darkness: "Come in."

After Jian Jing entered the room, she found that there were actually several lights on in the room, but the bulbs seemed to have not been wiped for a long time, and the surface was covered with a layer of dust, and the light could not penetrate.

"Are you okay?" She asked hesitantly.

Xie Wei's face was covered with a strange gray, but his eyes were brighter than usual: "I'm glad you are willing to come."

Jian Jing's ominous premonition became stronger, and she asked tentatively: "Shall we go to the hospital?"

"Please sit down, there is nothing at home." Xie Wei poured her a cup of hot water, but before he put it on the table, a look of pain appeared on his face, and he couldn't hold the cup steadily, so he dropped it to pieces.

Jian Jing was sure that he was in trouble, and supported him without saying a word: "Come with me to the hospital."

"No." Xie Wei half-knelt on the ground, gasping for breath, "Jing Jing, listen to me."

He held her hand and spoke very calmly: "This is my own choice, I have... no other choice."

Jian Jing said: "What are you talking about."

"I finished reading "The Devil Doctor" these two days." He answered irrelevantly, "The hunter in your book is still trying to fight the monster in his heart, but I... have already lost."

Xie Wei closed his eyes and saw the ubiquitous black shadows again, they squatted in the corner, ready to drag him into the abyss at any time: "I have become a monster." Jian

Jing felt pity for a moment.

You are a beautiful woman, but you have gone astray.

"You can atone for your sins in other ways." She took a deep breath and tried to persuade him, "Turn yourself in and you can get a lighter sentence. Besides, you have a history of mental illness..."

These days, she thought about it over and over again. Although she couldn't bear his experience, she still hoped that he could turn himself in. Facing the crime, you can escape for a while, but you can't escape forever.

Carrying the guilt for the rest of your life may not be easier than facing the judge.

However, she never thought that he really couldn't rest in peace with his guilt, but he chose this path.

"No." He smiled and said with difficulty but pity, "I would rather pay with my life than be treated as a murderer. I can't bring shame to my teacher, mother, and the people who have been protecting me."

Jian Jing paused for a long time and said with difficulty: "Shao Meng...is not worth your life in exchange for another's."

"Maybe, but, what can I do if the arrow is shot?" Xie Wei sat on the cold floor, his back against the wall, his chest heaving violently, his voice was hoarser than before, like sandpaper rubbing, extremely unpleasant, "I've been thinking, what if I made a mistake?"

In the past two days, many invitations that were out of reach in the past have come one after another. Xie Wei is not a saint, and he once thought about forgetting everything, starting over, and taking back what he should have.

However, the weight of human life is much heavier than he imagined, and it makes him feel suffocated.

Before killing someone, he kept thinking, what if borrowing luck is true? This thought tortured him, forcing him to avenge himself and vent the pain and anger of the past ten years.

But after the death of the person, the opposite idea began to sprout. What

if it is not.

That person is a liar, he is just unlucky, and it has nothing to do with other people, so what? There are such people in the circle, who are crazy about drama all their lives, but in the end they are still passers-by when they grow old.

Who can guarantee that Xie Wei is not?

"What if I killed an innocent person? Even if I did, I probably shouldn't have killed him..." He seemed to be explaining to Jian Jing, or talking to himself, "You're right, I shouldn't have done that."

Jian Jing's throat was blocked, and he felt sad.

A single thought can lead to heaven or hell.

Once a sin is committed, there is no turning back.

"I'm a coward. I used to hate others because of my failure, and now I regret it. It's ridiculous." Xie Wei sighed and said slowly, "If I could start over, I would..."

His eyes fell on her, and he said softly, "I hope I can be like you." Jian

Jing was surprised and puzzled: "Like me?"

"Yes," he smiled, with a hint of sadness between his brows, "Be a person who will not hurt others even in adversity, a person with principles and courage, a...good person."

People in the dark will always be attracted to the light, and those who lack courage will also yearn for those who stick to their principles.

However, she avoided his gaze: "I'm not that kind of person."

"When you questioned Boss Wan, you were outside my door." A smile spread across his lips, "I heard it all."

"That doesn't mean anything." Jian Jing pursed her lips and turned back to look at him, "Life can't be repeated, but it can continue. As long as you're alive, everything is possible. Xie Wei, don't give up, come with me to the hospital."

Xie Wei stared at her, his eyes didn't blink, but his expression didn't relax at all.

"Okay, whether you agree or not, I can't watch you make a fool of yourself." Jian Jing gave up on talking, took out her cell phone and dialed 120.

Xie Wei stretched out her hand and pressed: "Wait a minute." He stood up and said to her: "I have something to tell you. After you listen to it, you can decide what to do, okay?"

Jian Jing hesitated for a moment and put down the phone: "Okay, you go."

He took a deep breath, as if accumulating strength, and leaned forward slightly.

Jian Jing knew that he was having difficulty breathing, so she turned her face to the side and held her breath to listen. But he said nothing, just lowered his head, and pressed his dry lips against the skin of her cheek.

Like kissing a flower.

She was stunned for a moment and looked at him in surprise.

"Jingjing, the crime that the law cannot judge is concluded by fate," Xie Wei asked softly, "Isn't it good?"

Jian Jing's vision gradually blurred: "I also committed suicide, you will regret it."

"I don't regret it." He closed his eyelids, infinitely tired, "Thank you."

Killing someone to pay for his life, karma.

It's been ten years, I'm too tired, let it end like this.

He relaxed his body and fell into the endless abyss.

On February 10, 2021, Xie Wei's depression relapsed and he committed suicide by taking poison at home.

[Mission name: The mystery of smuggling for life (completed)]

[Mission Reward: 20 Basic Courage Points 20 Special Contribution Points (The real murderer confesses his crime and destroys Qi Tian's conspiracy)]

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