Chapter 201

Ji Feng had to clarify: "I brought it."

Jian Jing: "The air?"

"Just kidding, pigeon soup is pretty good for health." Ji Feng hastily handed her a kraft paper bag, "Photocopies of the case files, the originals have been submitted to the prosecutor's office."

Jian Jing: "That's it?"

He took back his hand: "Don't return it to me."

She firmly held down the bag.

Ji Feng tried hard to pull it back for half a day, but didn't get it back, letting go: "Alright, it seems you've recovered well."

Jian Jing opened the kraft bag and quickly glanced over the words.

The content was consistent with Wang Shi's memory. Her father used to be a worker in a state-owned enterprise. Due to the wave of layoffs, he lost his job. The enterprise was transformed into a private enterprise. He managed to connect relationships and successfully returned to work, and was later transferred away by the company.

Not long after, his mother fell critically ill and needed a lot of money. So his father embezzled public funds and abandoned his mother and son, disappearing without a trace.

"Just based on this, there really doesn't seem to be anything wrong with him." Ji Feng clicked his tongue in wonder, "What was the deal with him and his mother? Do you know the answer now?"

Jian Jing felt heavy-hearted: "He loved his mother very much, and his mother loved him very much too. His father was a scumbag." She shook the pages and said sarcastically, "His so-called 'connecting relationships' was coercing his wife into prostitution."

At this point, even Ji Feng couldn't help sighing: "No wonder."

When investigating Wang Shi's hometown, acquaintances were always evasive, hesitant to speak. So this was the other reason.

"His father was probably killed by him, and the one who took the money was most likely him as well." Jian Jing calculated with her fingers and shook her head, "He was only in junior high at that time."

Ji Feng glanced at her: "Teacher Jian, you seem to sympathize with him a little?"

"You can sympathize when someone is dead." Jian Jing said.

He said, "I see, when someone is dead, anything can be said, right?"

Jian Jing heard the subtext and raised her brows: "Hmm?"

Ji Feng smiled: "The gun."

She pretended to be surprised: "What gun? Oh, his gun, sunk into the sea."

He chuckled: "You think I can't tell the difference between revolver bullets and semi-automatic bullets? What a coincidence, the one that killed him was also a .38 revolver bullet, just compatible with Wen Hui's boyfriend's purchased revolver?"

She spread her hands: "Anyway I don't have it."

"Of course you don't have it." He said, "You can't have it in the future either."

Jian Jing glanced at him.

Ji Feng looked back, his expression unchanged, as if he hadn't implied anything.

The two reached a tacit understanding in their exchange of glances.

"Ahem." Jian Jing cleared her throat and held out her palm.

Ji Feng: "......" He groped his pocket and finally took out a piece of chewing gum.

Jian Jing slapped his hand away and said unhappily: "Where are my things? The case is closed, shouldn't you return them to me?"

"Oh, I almost forgot." Ji Feng laughed out loud, and took out her watch and tracker from his coat pocket, "Speaking of which, where did you buy this? The signal is pretty good, and it's waterproof too."

Jian Jing grabbed them and immediately hid them: "A friend gave them to me."

"What friend, introduce me to them." He said.

"No way." She ordered him to leave, "Go back quickly, I want to sleep."

Ji Feng casually asked, "Not having a midnight snack?"

Jian Jing: "Actually..."

Ten minutes later.

Ji Feng left the ward and greeted the nurse on duty, "Thanks for being flexible, I'm leaving now."

"You're welcome." The nurse smiled and said, "Patient 809 is much better now, Detective Ji can come during the day next time."

Ji Feng asked: "When will she be discharged?"

"Her family requested two more days of observation." The nurse replied.

He nodded. The elevator arrived, he waved goodbye and got into the elevator casually.

The elevator went down one floor and stopped, the door opened.

A girl wearing a mask and knitted hat walked in and urged: "Hurry up, the nurses do room checks at midnight. If they find out I'm not in my room, Chairman Kang will confine me for another week for sure."

Ji Feng insincerely: "How miserable."

However, this thing would pass before Ji Feng's sharp eyes. Seeing her wearing this watch frequently, he would definitely become suspicious.

"Let's give it a new look," she said.

The system popped up a DIY panel, not much different from the appearance systems in games that tricked people into topping up. First select the basic model, then the layout, and finally adjust the color.

Jian Jing chose the pink and white sweet cool style without hesitation.

The new accessory was synthesized and printed onto the watch.

So the high-tech electronic watch lost its previous clunky square shape and became nimble and sweet. No matter what dressing style, it matched very well.

She would put away the locator for now.

Three props cards, a gas cylinder, a signal smoke bomb, and an oxygen cylinder, plus turning the glasses into contact lenses. The printed appearance cost a total of 20 courage points.

Plus the 10 points for the anti-hypnosis, 30 in total.

Fortunately the returns were considerable.

[Mission Name: The Withering Rose (Completed)]

[Mission Reward: 30 courage points, 20 special contribution points]

[Note: Courage points can be used to draw regular cards, 5 points each time; contribution points can be used to draw special cards, 10 points each time]

In addition, one high fashion dress was returned.

Jian Jing's heart ached every time she thought of this.

She also realized a truth from this: it's better if things like this happen in other people's homes...

*

At nine o'clock in the evening, Jiang BaiYan finished shooting the last scene of the day and happily got off work to go home.

In a few days, The Rose Gold would finish shooting.

He looked forward to this drama, more than any other time before.

"Meow~" As soon as he got home, Pudding meowed and rubbed against his legs. Jiang BaiYan picked up the fat ginger cat and stroked its head: "No, your weight hasn't gone down yet."

Pudding looked aggrieved: "Meow."

He was ruthlessly unmoved.

Pudding could only slink away.

Jiang BaiYan took off his overcoat, rolled up his sleeves, and started to clean the cat litter, change the water, and tidy up the toys. Then he picked up the kettle and went to the balcony to water the plants, loosening the soil for some, and pruning the branches.

After going through the daily routine, he heated up a cup of milk for himself, and as he drank it, he opened gifts.

There was a beautiful box on the sofa, he didn't know who sent it.

He untied the ribbon and took out a combination lock box.

There was also a letter.

"Oh?" Jiang BaiYan put down the milk cup and held up the letter to read under the lamplight.

He saw a line that sounded very much like a drama line: "If you're reading this letter, it means I'm already dead..."

"Whoa." He laughed and broke open the wax seal to slowly read the letter.

The letter was very short, only one and a half pages, but he spent a full twenty minutes reading it, zoning out several times before he finished the content.

After reading, he finished the milk, and rummaged through boxes and cabinets to find an aromatherapy gift set someone had given him. He took out a lighter from inside.

He lit the envelope on fire and threw it into a ceramic cup, watching as the paper was engulfed by the flames.

It turned into a cup of ashes.

He went to the kitchen and got a cup of water, pouring the ash and water together down the drain.

Then, "Pudding," he called.

The ginger cat ran over, head tilted.

Jiang BaiYan lifted it onto the counter, grasped its paws, and nudged the cup.

Crash!

The cup fell off the counter, smashing into pieces.

Pudding's fur stood on end as it leapt away in shock.

Jiang BaiYan smiled and said, "It's okay."

He crouched down, threw the shards into the trash can, the corners of his lips unconsciously curving up slightly.