Chapter 156

Chapter 156

8:50 a.m., you enter the women's restroom, put the Bluetooth speaker in place, make a plug with tissue paper, and call the emergency phone on the wall to ask the waiter to bring sanitary pads. Then lock the door from outside, and go into the men's restroom yourself - Hou Rui must be too drunk to accurately put the latch on the men's restroom door, or maybe didn't lock the door at all. Even if he did, it could be opened with a card.

You tricked Hou Rui in some way to squat down with his back to you, or maybe tripped him, or perhaps he was already vomiting over the toilet bowl. Anyway, you used the tissue paper garrote from behind to strangle his neck, using the collar of his shirt as a pad to avoid leaving marks on his skin.

Admittedly, it’s not easy for a woman to strangle an adult man to death. At first, I didn't suspect you, especially since his posture was very suggestive, but on second thought, maybe I fell into a cognitive trap.

Hou Rui was a typical androgynous idol, keeping a slim figure for the camera, lighter in weight, weaker in strength, and drunk. He had little ability to resist. On the other hand, Miss Yao, you are 1.7 meters tall, well-proportioned, and if you sat on his back from behind, using your weight for leverage, it wouldn't have been difficult to hold him down and strangle him.

Plus, by twisting your hairpin into the knot, it took less effort, and could also avoid leaving marks on your palms, avoiding suspicion. After the assistant left, you locked the men's restroom door and opened the women's restroom chamber, pretending to come out from inside, completing your own alibi.

Jian Jing said, "That's probably what happened. I'm done."

The female agent's expression was cold: "A brilliant scheme, should I applaud you?"

"No need." Jian Jing's gaze locked on her face. "Because it wasn't that brilliant."

"What?"

"I said, this wasn't a brilliant scheme at all." She continued calmly, "Using tissue paper as a murder weapon and creating a reverse locked room certainly had some novelty, but as a means of murder, it was full of flaws."

The female agent took a deep breath, pretending to be calm: "Oh? What's the problem? At least you didn't find the murder weapon, right?"

"Yes, even if I fished the tissue paper out of the sewer, it wouldn't prove anything." Jian Jing admitted, "After all, it's a toilet, nothing unusual about that."

The female agent shrugged.

"But fibers from the tissue paper could be found on the victim's clothes, and there would also be tissue fragments left in the puncture holes," she said. "Once you've done it, it's impossible not to leave a trace."

"That just proves your reasoning process, it doesn't prove I'm the killer," the female agent asked. "Can you really extract my fingerprints from it?"

Jian Jing said, "There will be connection records in the Bluetooth speaker."

The female agent stubbornly denied it: "I did have a Bluetooth speaker with me, you can check it if you want, there’s definitely nothing on it."

"You deleted the records." She pressed on relentlessly.

Female agent: "Do you have any evidence?"

Jian Jing was silent for a moment, sighed and said gently: "You seem so confident, you must have spent a lot of thought on this. The tissue paper you took from this store little by little, the mechanisms on the door locks, you must have tried many times, maybe you even made test calls on the emergency phone in the women's restroom to verify they would really send something over."

"All of this is very..." She paused briefly, choosing her words, "Meticulous."

To conceal the type of murder weapon, she remembered to stand up the shirt collar, and as an agent, it was probably she who hinted Hou Rui to wear a shirt.

In order to avoid exposure, she took away a little tissue paper each time, slowly weaving the murder weapon, prudent and meticulous.

In order not to leave traces on the door latch, she directly made a disposable substitute, avoiding obvious scratches that would arouse suspicion, extremely careful to the utmost.

Such an arrangement was extremely like a hunting spider, extremely patient, even frightening.

"But it was no use at all." Jian Jing said gently, "The more you do, the more flaws there are. Yao Fei, it couldn't be anyone else, it could only be you."

Yao Fei repeated: "Evidence."

Jian Jing thought for a moment and said, "You were so well prepared, let me make another guess - Hou Rui's drink was spiked with sleeping pills. Checking the stomach contents can confirm it. May I look in your bag?"

It took Yao Fei a long time to say: "The sleeping pills were Hou Rui's, I just had them in my bag. I'm his agent, what's so strange about that?"

She was still stubbornly in denial.

On the way, Jiang BaiYan showed Jian Jing a newly published public account article: "Shocking! The popular young starlet secretly meets her rich second generation boyfriend, embroiled in her ex-boyfriend's death."

Jian Jing was stunned: "That was fast?"

He made a grimace, and didn't say that the paparazzi squatting was arranged by his own agent. He had only wanted to expose the relationship a little, and poke Hou Rui while he was at it. He didn't expect to coincide with the murder case.

With the police already here, it was impossible not to report it.

The paparazzi acted swiftly, snapping pictures and uploading the written manuscript, expecting it to top the hot search ranking within a few hours.

That's what you get for not giving Teacher Jingjing face!

It would give Jiang Ou a headache, which made him happy too.

Hou Rui was gone, although there was some (humanitarian) sadness, but the resources now belonged to him, even happier.

He was lucky today, otherwise...

The car gradually approached the residential district. Jiang BaiYan suddenly spoke up and asked, "Do you want to go see Pudding? Teacher Jingjing hasn't seen Pudding in a long time."

"Now?" Jian Jing glanced at her watch, it was 11:10.

Jiang BaiYan nodded vigorously: "Just for a bit, I'll have Little Li send you back later."

Jian Jing pondered for a moment, and unexpectedly agreed: "Alright then."

The security in this residential district was strict. The car could enter the parking lot and go straight to the floor of his unit with the license plate, unable to stop on other floors, to ensure residents' privacy as much as possible.

"Don't worry Teacher Jingjing, so far, this residential district has never been paparazzied." As Jiang BaiYan spoke, he entered multiple passwords to open the door and invited her in, "Please come in."

Jian Jing changed into slippers and walked into his home.

Her first impression was that it was tidy and bright.

The lighting was soft, the furniture was stylish and spacious, the space was open and comfortable, very cozy. What was most surprising was the greenery covering the entire balcony, layer upon layer, setting up a forest corner in the city.

"Make yourself at home, Teacher Jingjing." He took fresh fruits from the refrigerator, sliced them and threw them into the teapot, added rose and chamomile, poured in hot water to brew, then added two spoonfuls of honey, and heated it on a small stove, brewing a pot of floral fruit tea, "Please try it."

Jian Jing hugged Pudding who came over to rub against her legs, and laughed: "A man of many talents, I see."

She was sincere with her praise, but he was not happy. On the contrary, he said dejectedly: "You clearly haven't seen my other variety shows. I don't just make tea, I can also cook and bake desserts, and I can paint a little watercolor too. Oh, I just learned wood carving recently, let me get them to show you."

He was oddly enthusiastic and energetic. As he spoke, he rushed into the study and brought out a tray of wood carvings. About seven or eight in total, no bigger than half a palm, all carved cats.

Objectively speaking, the carving skills were not superb. However, although the lines of the little cats were clumsy, their temperament was captured just right, revealing a quaint and cute beauty.

This was unexpected. Jian Jing couldn't help but pick one up and examine it carefully: "Is it so difficult being a celebrity these days?"

In private, he no longer maintained his glib persona, and complained: "Just look at Hou Rui."

She smiled: "So, is it your interest?"

He shook his head.

"Something you learned for acting?" She continued guessing.

"No." He sat down on the floor, looking up into her eyes. A certain hidden emotion flashed across his eyebrows, "I just... want people to like me."

Jian Jing was stunned for a moment.