"That was most likely left by the criminal. He was so flustered when he set the fire that he accidentally dropped it in the noodle shop." Xing Haodong's tone brightened. "Also, the firefighters found a pile of wool felt ashes in the back kitchen near the small bedroom."
Sister Hong immediately responded, "That must have been brought by the arsonist. We don't have any wool felt in our store."
"Wool felt, jade ring?" Jiang Mingxin couldn't help but lower his head and ponder, "Both of these items are found in antique shops. Isn't it a bit of a coincidence?"
Xing Haodong speculated, "You mean the arsonist is probably someone who works in an antique shop or is interested in antiques?"
"Do you still remember those two thugs from Zhenbaozhai? They were involved in the smuggling of unearthed cultural relics. Is it possible that Zhou Jing already knew them?" Jiang Mingxin made a bold guess.
Xing Haodong immediately called his cell phone and asked Jiang Bin to investigate.
Sister Hong asked in surprise, "Are you a police officer too?"
Xing Haodong neither nodded nor shook his head. "My job is rather special, but I can urge them to conduct an impartial and rigorous investigation to the best of their ability."
Jiang Mingxin grabbed Sister Hong's hand and said, "Don't worry, Xing Haodong is not afraid of Zhou Kui. He is very powerful."
"Really?" Sister Hong looked at Xing Haodong suspiciously. "From your accent, you don't sound local. Are you from Beijing?"
Xing Haodong nodded seriously. "Yes, so don't be afraid, and don't worry. The old squad leader sacrificed his life defending his country, and the country will never let his widow suffer such humiliation."
"You said I'm his widow?" Sister Hong was touched, tears streaming down her face. "Thank you, Comrade Xing... Thank you for still thinking of him. Remember to visit him more often in the future."
After wiping away her tears, Sister Hong stood up.
"I have to go back to work. Brother Han said he will set up a stall in the evening, so I have to go back to help him."
Jiang Mingxin walked her out the door and gently pressed her wrist where Xing Haodong couldn't see. "Sister Hong, please don't be impulsive. The truth is still unclear. Even if Zhou Jing really did it, he's not worth the price of your life."
Sister Hong was stunned.
"I know you hate him terribly and want to tear him into pieces, but there are thousands of ways to take revenge on someone. There's really no need to sacrifice yourself."
Sister Hong nodded dazedly, "Okay, I'll think about it."
After watching her walk out of the building, Jiang Mingxin returned to the house.
"Do you have a photo of Zhou Jing? I want to know if he's the one Wudi bit."
Her voice suddenly became cold, and her brows were filled with the same chill as Sister Hong's just now.
Xing Haodong took out a photo from his briefcase and handed it to her. Jiang Mingxin only took one look and was sure: "It's him! It seems that this fire was to avenge me as well as Sister Hong."
In an instant, a strong murderous aura burst out from her.
Xing Haodong was worried.
Lin You's words had come true. After experiencing a series of misfortunes, Jiang Mingxin had subconsciously developed a prejudice against men and was easily empathetic to women who had similar experiences. He had no doubt that if he gave her a knife right now, she would stab Zhou Jing in the stomach without hesitation.
"Mingxin, I know Zhou Jing deserves to die, but you have to believe that the law will definitely give Sister Hong justice. Even if you don't believe in the law, you should believe me."
Jiang Mingxin raised her head in surprise, and after a quick look, she saw deep heartache and worry in his eyes, and the corners of her mouth instantly rose.
She leaned over the table with one hand on her chin, and slowly moved closer to Xing Haodong. "Why, are you worried about me?"
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