Chapter 149

Chapter 149

At dusk, Mu Cheng Kang eyed his son and wondered sincerely, "Mu Cheng, did you go out with Si Yingjie and get assimilated by him? Why are you so hesitant? Jian Jing has made up her mind, you should support her."

Before Mu Cheng Kang could finish, Kang President interrupted him, "Let me ask you, if today, Jian Jing wanted to write the most obscure topic, what would you do?"

Mu Cheng Kang: "Two different things."

As Jian Jing's literary agent, responsible editor, no matter how much he disapproved of her writing ideas, he would never force anything. The uniqueness of a literary work stems precisely from the author's own soulful expression.

Works may not pass review or lose money, but they must not be prevented from being born.

"No, it's the same thing," Kang President said calmly. "Your hesitation is simply because you've switched roles and are trying to stop her from doing foolish things as a friend, relative or whatever. But as her mother, I remind you not to do such stupid things."

The woman in her fifties said meaningfully, "Differences of opinion are normal, but forcing others to act according to your will, even if you win, is useless - you should know that there are no relationships in this world that cannot be dissolved, authors and editors, bosses and employees, husbands and wives, they are all the same."

Mu Cheng Kang stopped and then fell silent.

"I know your feelings for Jian Jing run deep. She was the first contracted writer you brought out and took care of for so many years, but she is no longer a child and does not need a guardian." Kang President patted her son on the shoulder, "Treat this as her new work, trust her a little more."

Mu Cheng Kang was silent.

The summer night breeze blew by, cool and gentle. In the distance, the scent of night-blooming jasmine drifted over. From some unknown villa, someone was practicing the piano, tinkling, fleeting, seeking but not finding.

He sighed softly and heard himself say, "I understand."

The next day.

Jian Jing got up at ten o'clock and was shocked to see Mu Cheng Kang watering the flowers in the yard.

She was shocked.

Why, today is Tuesday, a workday, and the workaholic is still not at work at ten o'clock?? Heavens, have aliens attacked Earth, or are the streets full of zombies already??

"What's with that look?" Mu Cheng Kang frowned, "Hurry up and eat breakfast, I have something to tell you after you're done."

Jian Jing: "Oh."

She ate a exquisite Chinese breakfast, then strongly demanded an extra cup of iced coffee to take with her into Mu Cheng Kang's study.

He was always quick and decisive. Having decided to tell her everything last night, he had organized all the information neatly this morning. He motioned for her to sit down, ready to have a long talk, "Night breeds strange dreams. Since you've made up your mind, I'll tell you everything I know."

Jian Jing focused her mind and listened attentively.

Mu Cheng Kang thought for a while and found an appropriate starting point: "It happened in August 2014 when you were in 8th grade, during summer vacation. On August 2nd, Qixi Festival, at your house..." A homicide happened."

Jian Jing was immediately horrified, with goosebumps all over: "You mean..."

"Your parents were also killed by him," Mu Cheng Kang said heavily, choosing his words carefully. "The day before, I had agreed with you to come over at 10am the next day to pick up the White Cat manuscript, but no one answered the door when I knocked. There was a strong smell of blood coming from inside, so I called the police. After the door was opened, your parents' bodies were discovered."

He paused here, deliberately glancing at her expression - as long as she showed any discomfort, he would not say another word - however, Jian Jing's parents were alive and well in another world, so she showed no fear, only shock and anger.

"What happened next?" she asked. "Where was I?"

Mu Cheng Kang said, "You were not there."

"The police told me that based on his methods, they determined that he was a serial killer who specifically chose holidays to target happy families. Your family was the fourth case, and the three families before had all been killed, with no survivors." He went on slowly, "You were the first and only survivor."

Jian Jing gasped, utterly shocked.

Jian Jing said, "I want to see the case file. No matter what method you use, I have to see it."

This time, Ji Feng did not evade her, nodded solemnly: "I will find a way. Do you have any ideas about the password?"

She sighed, "Try them one by one, what else can I do?"

"That can't be right. You must have set the account and password after you recovered. It makes no sense to forget them together." Ji Feng was not like Mu Cheng Kang, treating her as a fragile glass doll, instinctively afraid of poking her sensitive psyche. He was blunt, "Right?"

Jian Jing coolly: "I said I forgot so I forgot, okay?"

Ji Feng keenly asked: "Is there any hidden story I don't know about?"

Her: "Let's talk again when I see the case file."

Ji Feng covered his chest, his face full of pain, his voice faint: "I got this injury for you, shouldn't you show me more sincerity?"

Jian Jing was speechless.

She felt quite sorry about Ji Feng's injury, but when he said it himself, it changed the flavor.

"Comrade policeman, you are serving the people." She said solemnly. "I'll send you a scroll of honor later, don't be shy, you deserve it."

Ji Feng leaned back to relieve the pain from moving his wound, still smiling: "That works too. Make it look good, I rely on this for promotion and raise."

Jian Jing: "..." He was shameless beyond compare.

"Time to go back, patients wandering around all day, be careful or the nurse will beat you up."

Ji Feng chuckled, changing the subject: "Any updates on your Weibo post?"

Jian Jing's expression was hard to describe: "'He' didn't show up."

She posted on Weibo yesterday just to let the scarred man know he had the wrong person, so Ji Feng wouldn't be attacked again by accident. At the same time, she also wanted to provoke him, mock him, and force him to reveal more flaws.

However, there are pros and cons to everything.

Public channels are the fastest and most convenient way to be heard, but also the least useful.

Her private messages were all asking who was the original character and what was his relationship with her. Many also thought the story of Rose Gold was her personal experience, comforting her to live on bravely.

Jian Jing's mood was quite complicated.

Blood Rose represented the sworn vengeance and was the killer who murdered the girl's parents. When she wrote this plot, she didn't associate it with herself.

However, while the memories were lost, the subconscious buried deep in her mind had subtly hinted at the truth.

The spiritual connection between the author and her work was truly profound and marvelous.

Perhaps she should take another good look at her own work - there may be more clues hidden in Rose Gold... No, that's not it.

The key was not there.

Rose Gold was written by her. There might be clues but definitely not many. She was very clear where the inspirations for this work came from: Blood Rose was from the signing event, the gold was from the robbery, and the killer was her own salvation and encounter with Xie Wei.

The work that truly held the key was... White Cat.

The last few volumes of White Cat Detective.