Chapter 274

Chapter 274

Troubleshooting work was always dull and boring.

Jian Jing worked for a while, then couldn't help calling Ji Feng over to rub his head and pull his ears, and order some snacks.

Then continue reading.

Children's words are often one-sided and radical. When picking them up, the degree of profanity is astonishing. The more she read, the more headache she got, and couldn't help saying, "What are kids thinking these days?"

Ji Feng: "People who write criminal cases in high school are not qualified to criticize others."

Jian Jing glared at him and said she was good, while the other Jing Jing was not good: "You don't know anything. It's called exploring human nature."

"Okay, you are profound." Ji Feng turned to the next page and scanned it at ten lines per glance. "Miao Tong is a typical double personality. In the eyes of teachers and classmates, she is sensible and obedient, very popular, but she is very radical online. Wow, look at this sharp writing style, tsk."

Jian Jing thought about it: "Her aggressiveness is very strong. She is not the kind of person who becomes negative and suicidal when frustrated."

"This is probably the biggest doubt about the case," Ji Feng said. “If it's not suicide, we need to solve a more tricky problem - how the murderer disappeared from the scene.”

It was already past midnight, but he was still energetic. He smiled and asked, "Teacher Jian, you're good at this. Any ideas?"

Jian Jing looked at him and said, "The murderer is Spider-Man. He flew directly from the rooftop of the office building to the top of the laboratory building."

Ji Feng: "..."

"You really hold grudges." He said honestly.

“Humph!"

While chatting and working at the same time, another hour passed. Ji Feng found several screenshots: "Look at this account. She has screenshotted it several times, but after flipping through so many, I haven't seen any comments left."

"They must have been deleted," Jian Jing put down her phone and went to take a closer look.

The account that was screenshotted by Miao Tong published some very nasty remarks, involving a lot of discordant content.

Ji Feng sent the account to his colleague and sent him a WeChat message: [Help me check this account when you wake up]

Ten minutes later, the colleague was furious and replied with a string of voice messages: [F**k, I just fell asleep. Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t!]

Ji Feng: [Check it for me after you wake up then go back to sleep]

The other party: [zzz]

Ji Feng remained expressionless as he retrieved his phone: "We'll have the results tomorrow morning. Let's sleep first. I'm leaving." He rubbed Knight's dog head vigorously. "Little guy, I gotta go."

"Whine~" The sleepy Knight whined vaguely.

Ji Feng laughed and squatted down to stroke his back. The German Shepherd's fur wasn't long. Stroking it allowed one to see the undulation of the muscles, agile yet beautiful.

"Teacher Jian, your dog..." He had just said half of what he wanted to say when there was a muffled sound of the bedroom door closing shut.

Jian Jing had already gone into the room.

Ji Feng chuckled to himself and shook his head. He cleaned up the snack wrappers and empty bottles of mineral water, threw them into the trash bag, and took it away.

"Teacher Jian, I'll see myself out and close the door for you," he said, slowly making his way home.

The sky was filled with twinkling stars.

On the way home, the cool breeze blew. Ji Feng pushed open the door. The house was quiet.

He took a quick shower but wasn't sleepy at all. Instead, he took out the photo album from the bookshelf. It was an old hardcover album.

He tore off the paper on the inside, revealing the scraped shell, with a few thin sheets clipped inside.

The content was already memorized, but Ji Feng still flipped through page by page.

Read it and then go to sleep.

The next morning, he was woken up by a colleague's call.

The other party “kindly” greeted him before informing him of the query results.

As expected, it was Wu Jincheng’s.

He called Jian Jing, "Are we going to the crime scene?"

"What time is it?"

"Seven fifty."

"Sleep a little longer."

"Then this afternoon. I'll go to work this morning."

"Yes," Ji Feng nodded. "And not just one or two in such a big school."

Jian Jing meaningfully said, "Must have saved quite a bit of money, huh.”

“You bet.”

After looking around the laboratory building, Jian Jing went back to the locations of several eyewitnesses and said, "It doesn't seem too difficult."

“Figured it out?” Ji Feng asked.

“Just a small part.” She checked her watch. It was still early. “It’s about time. Do you need to go back to work? If not, let's check out the next lead."

Ji Feng asked, "What lead?"

"Murder mystery game." After playing a murder mystery game, Miao Tong came up with an idea to solve problems, and Jian Jing naturally wanted to find out more.

Ji Feng: "What on earth is that?"

"Lame." Although she looked down on it, she still properly explained this popular recreational activity.

Then it was Ji Feng's turn to look down on it: "What's the point of that, just amusing yourself?"

Jian Jing looked at him: "You can say that again after you've won."

The name of this murder mystery game was "Ghost Shadow Hotel". It was expected to take 5 hours, with 10 participants. The main story was that during the Republican era, people from all walks of life gathered at the hotel, with spies everywhere and assassinations happening left and right. Moreover, a mysterious ghostly shadow appeared deep in the night, seeking the lives of the living for revenge.

It was also Jian Jing's first time playing this kind of costume deduction game, and she was quite looking forward to it at first.

However, this was an emotional story.

The ghost was a real ghost, a dead singer who used to sell her body to earn money to send her lover to college. But her lover fell in love with a rich beauty and abandoned her.

She committed suicide and her lingering ghost wandered in the hotel, specifically looking for unfaithful men to take revenge.

Then, the new singer Tong Tai at the hotel was actually a spy. She sold her art but not her body, extracting intelligence from all directions. She fell in love with a patriotic college student and covered up his oversights many times.

The college student loved his smart and kind female classmate.

The ex-boyfriend who abandoned his girlfriend had already become the son-in-law of a rich family, taking over the family business, and wanted to buy this hotel. But he was shot dead while escaping and fell to his death.

The young master of a rich family was ambiguous with the singer on one hand, while also being in love with the female student on the other.

The female student also had a friend who was the daughter of a family driver. She became a reporter after graduating from college and was planning to come interview the singer today.

The doctor attending the medical conference actually had another identity.

The manager was actually an undercover agent.

The security guard at the door was a chivalrous hero in the jianghu, who heard that the deceased was a traitor and planned to assassinate him.

An ordinary businessman was also hiding a terrible secret - he was actually an exorcist Taoist priest.

Jian Jing: "..."

She got the identity of the female student.

The patriotic college student loved her, the young master loved her, and the reporter also loved her.

She was forced to accept confessions many times.

The host also said that by accepting confessions from different people, it would trigger different endings.

The three male players all looked at her earnestly, hoping to have a real love affair with the beauty through a mystery game.

She said: "Let's talk about the case."

"The murderer was simply not in the room with the victim. We mistakenly thought the murderer fired the gun trying to kill the victim. The victim fled in panic without watching his steps and fell to his death. That's why it became a locked room mystery. But the fact is the opposite. The murderer was not in the room at all at that time."

While analyzing the case, Jian Jing also contemplated what inspiration this plot gave Miao Tong.

"The victim climbed over the balcony, but was suddenly startled by a gunshot and slipped to his death in shock." Jian Jing pointed at Manager Ji, "The murderer is you. Your room is right above the victim's. Only a gunshot from such a close distance would make him mistakenly think he was being fired at."

Busy with work, Manager Ji dismissively responded: "Where's the evidence? There's no gunpowder reaction on me."

Jian Jing: "Champagne. Only your room has champagne."

"It doesn't have to be champagne. There are two reasons for the gunshot sound. One is the 'bang' from the air bursting out of the gun barrel. The other is from the bullet breaking the sound barrier. So as long as there is a gun, you can mimic such a sound even without live rounds, and there won't be any gunpowder reaction." Ji Feng calmly said, "Others could also pull this off. The evidence chain is not unique enough."

Jian Jing slammed the script shut and stared coldly at him: "Do you admit it or not?"

"Tsk, can't take it huh." Ji Feng grinned and surrendered before she got angry, "Alright alright, it was me, it was me. Let's go eat."

The author has something to say: The content of this mystery game was made up by me, please don't take it seriously.