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Before he knew it, a hand covered his hand that was holding the mouse. Fang Chengyin jerked away and turned around to find Jiang Zhi standing behind him. He realized that he had been slumped on the sofa at some point and was now being held in front of him.
He felt uncomfortable with the close proximity and wanted to be alone: "Could you please excuse me for a moment?"
Jiang Zhi ignored his words, clicked to close the video, and then looked at him while still holding him close: "The cultivation process of apples is complicated, but the harvest season is the most difficult for fruit farmers. Despite their sweet and crisp texture and vibrant color, tons of apples remain unsold. At this time, should the fruit farmers stay in place and wait for the right opportunity, or should they run around looking for buyers?"
Fang Chengyin seemed to be persuaded and looked back at the computer.
Jiang Zhi continued clicking the mouse, wrapping his hands around the person in front of him and typing "paparazzi". A related keyword "Song Zixin paparazzi" appeared. Clicking on it, the page showed mostly her proud and pure appearance in her youth.
I don't know how many times the page redirected, but a completely new interface appeared. The link indicated that the website was newly created, with a clean and simple interface that didn't resemble an entertainment website at all. Dragging the scroll bar revealed that the interface was divided into two main sections—famous entertainment figures and entertainment events.
Famous figures in the entertainment industry refer to veteran actors who have achieved both acting skills and critical acclaim, as well as a few rising young stars who have risen to the top based on their looks and personality. Each person's content is divided into four sections, namely popularity value, "introduction, development, climax and conclusion".
When Jiang Zhi clicked on "Song Zixin", a pop-up window prompted, "The article is quite long. Do you want to enable voice mode?" Jiang Zhi clicked "No".
"Is it him?" Jiang Zhi selected "Yang Yuzan" that appeared on Song Zixin's "Starting Point - Rise to Wealth" information sheet and pointed out his photo.
It was him, the Taoist priest who had close ties with the Yanyang Criminal Investigation Bureau. His other identity was the famous paparazzi "Da Zhi Ruo Yu". It was one of his photos that made Song Zixin, who was not a celebrity at the time, become an internet sensation more than ten years ago.
Fang Chengyin continued browsing the interface and clicked on an audio clip:
Radio host: "Song Zixin is suspected of secretly getting married and having a child. Are you aware of this?"
"Great wisdom appears as foolishness": I don't think anyone would do something so foolish during the prime of their career. Doing something stupid once is enough.
This message appeared a year after Song Zixin and Fang Bokang officially announced their relationship.
"Yang Yuzan effectively curbed the rumors that 'Song Zixin has given birth'."
"Yang Yuzan is the shadow of Song Zixin's acting career. He made Song Zixin and maintained her popularity until Song Zixin announced her retirement to become a full-time housewife."
Fang Chengyin took a breath. So that's why Yang Yuzan said he was a murderer that day? Just because he was familiar with Song Zixin, and incidentally, he was familiar with Fang Bokang, and also thought that the suspect was Fang Bokang?
"Where's your memory card? Who gave it to you?" Jiang Zhi squatted down next to him so that he could look Fang Chengyin, who was sitting on the ground, at eye level.
Liu Desheng! How did he get involved with Yang Yuzan? If Liu Desheng planted the hidden camera, then he could only have extracted the content. How could he have so conveniently handed it over to Yang Yuzan?
Fang Chengyin suddenly turned his head: "Liu Desheng! Please investigate."
Jiang Zhi glanced at him a few times, and only after Fang Chengyin's agitated emotions were calmed did he go and do what he wanted him to do.
With a few clicks, the page redirected to "Progress - Rising Phase," with the full text tagged "Liu Desheng," and the information was as follows:
"Song Zixin's portrayal of a villainous character was a big hit, but some fans, so engrossed in the role, rushed to the front of the press conference with a controlled knife and tried to harm Song Zixin. It was only thanks to bodyguard Liu Desheng that the fan was subdued."
"On a flight from Yanyang Airport to City A, a sasaeng fan disguised himself as a flight attendant and poured a potent poison into Song Zixin's water bottle. First-class bodyguard Liu Desheng and second-class bodyguard Huo Quan discovered it in time and sent Song Zixin to the emergency room."
Fang Chengyin gritted his teeth and said, "Please drag it out until the last one."
The last piece of information about Liu Desheng is presented as follows:
According to the Yanyang Criminal Investigation Bureau, the explosion on the set of "The Mysterious" was intentional.
Famous actress Song Zixin was unharmed under the protection of bodyguard Liu Desheng, but bodyguard Liu Desheng suffered a level three disability and, after years of treatment, recovered to a level eight disability.
Note:
Level 3 Disability
1. Unable to live completely independently;
2. All activities are restricted to indoor activities only;
3. Significant career limitations;
4. Difficulty in social interaction.
Level 8 Disability:
1. Limited ability to perform daily living activities;
2. Long-distance movement is restricted;
3. Intermittent operation;
4. Social interactions are restricted.
"Occupationally limited" and "intermittent work"? Is that why he chose to become a kindergarten security guard? Because kindergartens have winter and summer vacations?
Jiang Zhi released the mouse. "They're all related to Auntie."
Fang Chengyin stared intently at the three characters "Song Zixin" on the screen. "Can you find out who poisoned her? Who brought a knife to the press conference? And who caused the explosion?!"
Fang Chengyin became more and more agitated as he spoke, his reason running wild, and his face began to turn pale without him even realizing it.
"Fang Chengyin!" Jiang Zhi was a little flustered. She cupped Fang Chengyin's face in her hands and gently coaxed him, "Fang Chengyin, it's all in the past! It's all in the past."
"Who is it?!"
Fang Chengyin's dark eyes blazed with fury, and his lower lip was bitten until it bled, the blood oozing out and standing out starkly against his pale lips.
Amidst the thunder and lightning outside the window, almost instantly, Jiang Zhi pulled Fang Chengyin's head back and kissed him. Unlike his previous roughness, he held the other's lower lip in his mouth and licked away the bloodstains as if scratching an itch.
The cherry blossom pattern on the back of her neck shimmered, as if it were about to explode.
Fang Chengyin did not resist, but just gripped his clothes tightly, completely ignoring the person in front of him.
And there it was again, a strange scene that suddenly appeared in my mind.
The crackling television entertainment channel kept broadcasting:
"Absolutely stunning! Song Zixin, the nation's sweetheart, actually agreed to play the third party in the famous old-fashioned BL novel 'Slippery'!"
"As a representative of progressive women, Song Zixin defied the wishes of women to play the role of Luo Meiying in 'Slippery,' a woman who, despite being hurt by a gay man's wife, still chooses to offer her blessings!"
"Song Zixin's fans and the fans of the two male leads of 'Slippery' are at odds!"
"Song Zixin wishes 'Falling' great ratings, completely contradicting herself and becoming a tool for men's love!"
"The drama 'Falling' broke multiple viewership records; Luo Meiying, get out of the emotional world of the two male leads!"
"Song Zixin is a shameless woman who ruined the relationship between the two male leads. Get out of the film and television industry!"
"The will of the people is with Song Zixin withdrew from the entertainment industry!"
Fang Chengyin was jolted back to reality, tears streaming down his face.
He always thought Song Zixin left the entertainment industry because of her family, but in fact, she was bullied by her most beloved audience.
Jiang Zhi patted his back, kissed him for a while, and then hugged him. It was supposed to be the most intimate distance between them, but they felt like strangers. Occasionally, a cold wind would blow in, and there would only be coldness between them.
Fang Chengyin didn't speak, he just cried. Jiang Zhi didn't speak either, his eyes were red and full of tenderness.
After an unknown amount of time, the rain continued unabated, but the sky suddenly brightened. The person in his arms, who had been sobbing, was now motionless. Jiang Zhi moved his numb legs and looked down. Fang Chengyin had fallen asleep, but tears still clung to his face, making him look pitiful.
Jiang Zhi raised his hand to wipe it away, leaned closer and gently kissed every corner of his face, then said softly, "It really is time for a lunch break, my Chengyin."
When he opened his eyes again, he was in an unfamiliar environment. Fang Cheng sat up and glanced at the photo on the bedside table. It was Jiang Zhi, but it didn't look like him.
The person in the photo is standing in a campus corridor, on a high floor, with the entire city of Yanyang behind him.
He had a band-aid on his cheek and a bruise on the corner of his mouth, yet he was smiling intensely. I wonder who was holding the camera, that he could be so open and unguarded.
Fang Chengyin was stunned for a moment. Although he was only wearing a school uniform undershirt, the deep purple color showing through the collar was impressive. Only one high school in the entire Yanyang City had a dark purple uniform.
Yanyang No.1 Middle School!
Jiang Zhi also attended Yanyang No. 1 High School? But why don't I have any recollection of him? He couldn't possibly not know a student who could get into Hongrui St. Or was it that his grades weren't outstanding at Yanyang No. 1 High School, and he only achieved his full potential after transferring schools?
Only this conjecture fits.
Hongrui never accepts waste products, so the possibility of getting in by throwing money at them is almost zero. Moreover, given Jiang Zhi's financial situation of selling apples at his stall every day, he can't afford to spend that much money.
The room's overall layout is full of life. There is a low bookshelf in the corner by the window. The left column is filled with medical books in English and other languages; the middle columns are Chinese translations of famous books from various countries, with the column titled "Snowfall in the Off-Season"; and the narrow column on the far right is related to professional knowledge.
There were no apple-growing items on the bookshelf, but there was a green potted plant.
Next to the bookshelf is a light pine green sofa, and opposite it are a bed and a wardrobe, with antique wallpaper.
Jiang Zhi pushed the door open and came in: "Awake? Come out and eat."
Fang Chengyin was a little annoyed. It seemed that the other person only cared about eating after returning to the dormitory. He didn't know why he was so enthusiastic about it. After running around all day, he would still cook. His perseverance was really extraordinary.
Thinking of this, Fang Chengyin felt much more at ease. He went outside and glanced at the clock in the living room. It turned out that it was already dinner time. The rain outside had stopped, and he still had to go to his evening class after dinner.
The dishes on the table had changed again. Fang Chengyin couldn't help but say, "You can put the leftovers in the refrigerator and reheat them for the next meal, even though you only ate a few bites of the lunch.
Jiang Zhi laughed: "What? You can't afford to buy groceries? Or you don't have the money for groceries? I'll lend you some."
The principle for eating together is that Fang Chengyin buys the groceries and Jiang Zhi cooks. However, Fang Chengyin can't cook, so he doesn't know what to buy. Therefore, he only buys seasonal vegetables and fresh pork, while Jiang Zhi buys the other meats himself.
Fang Chengyin: "...That's a waste."
"But I cook according to our usual portion sizes for every meal. It's just that you haven't been eating enough." This sounds like you're raising an animal in captivity.
Fang Chengyin stopped speaking.
"How about we bring Auntie over?"
Fang Chengyin looked up. He didn't like outsiders interfering in family matters and retorted aggressively, "So you can sell the information to the paparazzi?"
Jiang Zhi placed a piece of spare rib on his plate. "If you allow me to?"
The moment the ribs were placed on the table with chopsticks, Fang Chengyin moved his bowl away, and the sound of the ribs hitting the table could be clearly heard.
Jiang Zhi's face darkened: "This is why food is wasted every day. Fang Chengyin, you are the one squandering resources."
Fang Chengyin retorted, "If you hadn't been talking nonsense every time, would I have ended up like this?" He took out a few sheets of paper, wrapped up the unsightly piece of pork rib, and threw it into the kitchen waste bin.
"If you didn't bring other things to the dinner table and start thinking about them, would I be like this? I always come back from outside feeling sickly, and I'm absent-minded even while eating. Would it kill you to just eat properly?"
"What's it to you! I'm already in a mess outside, and then I have to come back and see your face! I'm tired when I get back and want to rest, what's it to you! Whether I eat or not is none of your business!"
He was cursing so hard he almost flipped the table, and his eyes were red.
The outstretched hand was slapped away, and Jiang Zhi's voice softened: "You can't cry anymore today."
Fang Chengyin paused for a moment, then roared again, "You've been touching me all day! Who gave you permission to touch me?!"
Jiang Zhi smiled faintly, and Fang Chengyin was stunned for a moment before realizing that he was being quite unreasonable. He immediately buried his head in his food.
Jiang Zhi put another piece of spare rib on his plate, and Fang Chengyin glared at him before eating it in one bite.
Jiang Zhi: "They're quite cute."
Fang Chengyin also put a piece of spare rib on his plate: "Please, shut up!"
Jiang Zhi smiled at him and said, "Okay."
Fang Chengyin felt that he should find more work outside, because coming back would only bring him mistreatment.
"What are you planning to do?" Jiang Zhi ladled him a bowl of soup. "Those two memory cards."
This time, Fang Chengyin's tone was calm: "You don't need to worry about it."
Do you think I can stand idly by?
"I'm sorry to involve you. I'll explain things to him."
Jiang Zhi: "Him?"
“Yang Yuzan, I won’t let him bother you again. But there are some things I can’t do. My financial situation only allows me to live here; I can’t afford to rent a place outside.”
Don't want to change roommates?
"You are the perfect fit."
Jiang Zhi smiled: "What do you mean?"
"You're a rough man, a fruit farmer who toils in the fields from dawn till dusk."
Jiang Zhi was helpless.
Fang Chengyin said sincerely, "You are an indispensable new force in this era. You represent beauty and diligence. Their cameras dare not tarnish your image."
After a heavy rain, the sky outside the window was filled with fiery clouds, making everyone look incredibly beautiful, and Jiang Zhi's eyes couldn't help but sparkle.
“Then—” Jiang Zhi put down his chopsticks, “then Fang Chengyin, if you really can’t hold on any longer, just use me as a shield.”
Fang Chengyin didn't know how he left the dining table, and he even left with his schoolbag without washing the dishes.
"What are you daydreaming about?" Zhong Qiqian waved a book in front of him.
Fang Chengyin: "It's nothing."
I must arrange a meeting with Yang Yuzan tomorrow.
Zhong Qiqian: "Have you been threatened lately?"
Seeing the worry creep onto the other person's delicate face, Fang Chengyin felt it wasn't as attractive anymore, so he smiled and said, "Who would threaten an ordinary person like me? The previous farce is all in the past. If I were really threatened, I would definitely come to you first. You are the most capable of protecting me."
Zhong Qiqian: "But you haven't been spacing out this frequently lately."
Fang Chengyin suppressed his smile: "Qiqian, I won't let anything happen to me. You know, my greatest ability is to live a good life."
"Then you should know that I can find out anything if I want to. I don't want you to lie to me, especially when you're already in danger."
Fang Chengyin looked at him, about to say something more, when the class bell rang and Xu Zongshen walked into the classroom.
After spending more than ten minutes explaining professional knowledge, Xu Zongshen unusually opened the PPT and said casually, "Your school requires new media teaching, and I, an old man, have finally experienced the charm of the Internet."
His words revealed considerable dissatisfaction, as if everyone could picture an old man with white hair scratching his head in the middle of the night. Of course, some thought he was just whining, since professors these days don't make their own PowerPoint presentations. However, judging from Xu Zongshen's skillful navigation through the interfaces, it was indeed he who had created them.
The interface is currently displaying an analysis of the true culprit in the kindergarten teacher case, and the character relationship diagram on the interface is quite complete.
"These are the investigation results from the Yanyang Criminal Investigation Bureau over the past few days." Clearly, Xu Zongshen was deliberately leaking the progress of the investigation. "Does anyone have anything to add?"
Some people raised their hands, and quite a few:
"I think we should summon the young man who chased the murderer again and ask him why he returned empty-handed and whether he encountered someone."
"The one who chased after him might also be one of the accomplices, otherwise why would that Taoist priest have directly called him a murderer?"
Only a very small number of people knew that the pursuer was Fang Chengyin. All the unblurred videos from the scene that day became invalid within seconds, and only some TV stations could receive the footage that appeared on television reports. For example, Song Zixin saw the unblurred version, as did Zhong Qiqian.
Some people threatened him, while others protected him.
Zhong Qiqian refuted both of these views: "The Bureau of Investigation has already investigated the identity of the pursuer, and your suspicions have been dismissed." He then looked at Xu Zongshen.
“That’s true.” Xu Zongshen was a forensic doctor in the Investigation Bureau, so his words carried weight and carried a certain degree of credibility. “Any other opinions?”
One person commented: "According to reports from major online media outlets, Fang Bokang has been missing for five years. If the figure on the whiteboard is not Fang Bokang, then he has most likely been murdered."
Fang Chengyin was taken aback.
Xu Zongshen did not refute, but instead added this reasonable suspicion to the branch of the image: "Now everyone's attention is focused on Fang Bokang, what do you all think?"
"Based on the guess of the student who just spoke, if Fang Bokang is already dead, and this picture of his back looks very much like him, it can only mean that the real killer has an extremely close relationship with Fang Bokang. However, judging from the responses of Fang Bokang's wife, Song Zixin, Fang Bokang did not have close relationships with anyone, especially men. So only one conclusion remains—this killer has been monitoring Fang Bokang for many years, knowing his daily routine and behavior. As we all know, there are many people in this world who try to imitate others' walks, to the point that geniuses of imitation are overlooked."
Xu Zongshen looked around, and everyone agreed that this suspicion was reasonable: "Then may I ask, why did he choose Fang Bokang in particular?"
Fang Chengyin's head exploded with a bang—his mother!
That person came for Song Zixin!
The website that Jiang Zhi showed him was connected to people who had previously worked for Song Zixin.
“Song Zixin!” A classmate stood up. “The real target of the murderer is Song Zixin. Song Zixin’s comeback press conference was right next to the kindergarten that day.”
The whole class was in an uproar, and some speculated that the murderer was Song Zixin's stalker.
Fang Chengyin was on edge, and Zhong Qiqian looked at him with concern.
Xu Zongshen could not refute it either, and added this conjecture to the relationship diagram. "I will report the results of today's discussion to the Investigation Bureau. Now let's continue our class."
The PowerPoint presentation showed a blank sheet of paper. The question was, "Which student would like to come up and draw a rainbow?"
Zhong Qiqian raised his hand, perhaps trying to distract Fang Chengyin, who did indeed snap out of his daze and look at the screen.
Zhong Qiqian chose a marker with thicker ink, and after a realistic rainbow appeared, he returned to his seat.
Xu Zongshen pointed to the color boundary: "You can draw this place where purple ends and orange begins, and the color difference is immediately obvious. But if you zoom in, the colors have actually blended. So where exactly does one color begin to merge into another? The line between hero and psychopath is very thin; it's simply a matter of who draws that line. Song Zixin has been out of the entertainment industry for many years for her family. What kind of family would require her to give up her outstanding career?"
Retiring from the entertainment industry for family? Fang Chengyin tightened his grip on the pen.
Why was Xu Zongshen so certain? Was it because that's what the reports said? What was flashing through his mind?
"Are you saying that Song Zixin and Fang Bokang's marriage may have been cracked for a long time? That's why Song Zixin had to give up her career for the sake of the marriage?"
"Or perhaps that obsessive fan filmed something and used it to threaten the then-glamorous Song Zixin into leaving the entertainment industry. Now, Song Zixin's comeback is without their consent. They feel they can no longer control Song Zixin, so they chose to kill her as a warning."
People tend to have wildly imaginative ideas when it doesn't concern them personally.
Fang Chengyin simply listened; perhaps because his mother's name was being mentioned repeatedly, he was able to remain calm.
Xu Zongshen did not comment on this, but continued to teach the classroom knowledge: "Based on past cases and the perpetrator's behavior, the perpetrator has certain psychopathic attributes, and it can be inferred that he has difficulty recognizing emotions, that is, the activity of the amygdala is slowed down, while the activity of the visual and dorsolateral prefrontal cortex is increased. This also means that participants with a higher level of psychopathology need to rely on sensory and perceptual areas to complete emotion recognition."
Fang Chengyin stared at the electronic screen, thinking of a psychopath who couldn't empathize with others but could control their emotions.
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