The Novelist Forced to Become Famous

Chapter 274

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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."

She hung up.

Ji Feng went to work as usual, finished questioning two people, and wrote overdue closure reports.

Lao Gao asked him, "What's going on between you and Officer Wang from the security office?"

"A female student fell off a building at Yongying School," Ji Feng replied with his eyes still on the screen. "I asked her to give a safety lecture over there."

Lao Gao: “She said you stood her up.”

Ji Feng: “...Forgot.”

"You, this is really out of line," Lao Gao said bitterly. “Hurry up. It's almost lunch time. Go treat her to make up for it. Don't break the jar.”

Ji Feng was about to speak when the phone rang.

Jian Jing: “I’m awake. Come pick me up.”

"Got it, be there in 20 minutes." Ji Feng hung up the phone, saved the documents, "I’ll definitely treat her next time."

Lao Gao's sharp eyes had already caught the name displayed on the caller ID. He exclaimed, "Yo!"

"I'm checking out a case. That building jump case is a bit off," Ji Feng casually grabbed his drawer. "Do you have any biscuits? Give me two."

Lao Gao said on purpose: “Why don’t you go after lunch? Five or six minutes won’t make a difference.”

"Forget it, can't keep Her Highness waiting. I said 20 minutes. It's best to arrive in 19," Ji Feng found a bag of freshly baked toast made by Lao Gao's wife. It was as soft as bread from bakeries. "Sister-in-law really has good skills."

Lao Gao was exasperated, “Watch that mouth of yours. Teacher Jian's personality is quite good, right? She doesn't put on any airs of being a great writer at all. Very polite.”

“Hey, hey, two is not enough? Leave some for me.”

"To be honest, I didn't coin the term 'Golden Crow Princess'," Ji Feng wolfed down the toast. "Won't be back today if something comes up. Call me.”

He rushed out hurriedly.

Another colleague looked up and openly gossiped, "Don't you think he's not been a workaholic lately? He actually took normal time off last week.”

“The college entrance exam is coming up at Yongying,” Lao Gao scolded him publicly but defended him privately. “You don’t understand if you don’t have kids. At times like this, if you don’t pay attention, you’ll regret it for life.”

The colleague shook his head vigorously, "No, something's not right. He couldn't have found a partner, could he?”

Lao Gao sighed profoundly and mysteriously, “It’s complicated!”

In 18 minutes, Ji Feng arrived at Jian Jing’s building on time.

She happened to stroll out slowly. Seeing him, she checked her watch, very satisfied, “Have you eaten?”

"Have you eaten?" He asked back.

Jian Jing: “No.”

“Then let’s eat first.”

Jian Jing wasn't too picky about lunch. They ate pork chops and rice at a small restaurant near the high school. The taste was neither good nor bad, just like the taste of their student years.

Ji Feng said, "I always ate at the school cafeteria when I was a student."

"So honest?" Jian Jing was surprised.

Ji Feng glanced at her. "Working part-time for meals? Do you know that?”

"Sorry."

"Silly. What's there to be sorry about," he didn't care. "Actually it was quite good. Big portions that made you full. The auntie who served the meals was very generous with the portions. In the end, all the leftovers were dumped into my bowl."

Jian Jing was jealous: "Now when I go to the cafeteria to order meals, the auntie only gives me half a spoonful."

Ji Feng laughed out loud.

After lunch, the two returned to the laboratory building.

Yesterday, Jian Jing didn't have much time to check the scene. Today, holding a sun umbrella, she went around the building, up and down, front and back.

"Have you seen the surveillance video?" She stood on the rooftop, holding onto the railing and looking down.

Ji Feng said, "Seen it. Indeed no suspicious person was filmed, but there are many blind spots for surveillance in this building.”

The campus was too big, and surveillance cameras were an expensive expenditure. Some places were omitted whenever possible. Most cameras were installed in the teaching buildings, with two cameras on each floor covering almost all angles. Next were the office buildings, followed by the laboratories, but those were installed only in the classrooms and on the fourth floor.

"The fourth floor is the multimedia classroom. There are surveillance cameras on both sides of the corridors. The third and second floors are the chemistry, physics and biology labs, with a lot of valuable equipment. Cameras are installed inside the classrooms. The first floor has music rooms, also inside. "

"So the most critical first floor stairwell surveillance is fake?" Jian Jing asked.

"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.