The Novelist Forced to Become Famous

Chapter 186

Chapter 186

The hostage incident at a department store in Paris quickly spread around the world. Even in this world with extremely high crime rates, such vicious cases are rare. Statistics show that more than 50 people died at that time, and over 100 were injured, shocking both China and abroad.

Jian Jing received many condolence calls, from her mentor, Zuo Xin, Xu Scriptwriter, Huang Director, all caring if she was affected.

She found that she was quite popular and returned them one by one.

Then, Ji Feng called.

"What's up?" she asked.

He asked back: "Nothing happened?"

Jian Jing was surprised: "Didn't expect you would call me too."

"Do I look like a cold-blooded animal? With such a big incident, it's normal to care a little," he said. "Although you said you went to a fashion show, I calculated the time, you came back a bit early, right?"

Jian Jing: "Correct."

Ji Feng: "Not injured, right?"

"No." She paused, lowered her voice, "Let me ask you, have you killed anyone before?"

The breathing on the phone stopped for a moment. After a long time, the noise went away, he seemed to have walked to a secluded place: "Professor Jian, many things are over once they are past, don't think too much."

Jian Jing jumped off the bed and tiptoed to close the door, whispering: "I haven't said anything yet."

"I didn't say anything about you either," he snorted. "That's it, people should not live too philosophically, thinking about useless things. Those who deserve death die, that's it."

She sighed, wanting to speak out but held back.

"Jingjing." There was someone calling her from outside the door, "Come eat supper."

"Coming." She responded and ended the call. "Nothing, gained two pounds, bye."

Ji Feng said: "You are not at home?"

"I'm staying at President Kang's house these two days," she said. "Anything?"

"Come to the police station when you have time, I have something to tell you," Ji Feng was concise. "Bye."

The phone hung up.

Jian Jing frowned, unable to think of anything, so she could only put down her cell phone, slip on her slippers and go out. As soon as she opened the door, she first smelled a strong aroma of crayfish.

She: "Today's supper was bought by Brother Yingjie, right?"

"Bgo!" Si Yingjie unwrapped the package and took out a large plate of skewers. "Come eat, Auntie, you should eat some too, right?"

Seeing his son caught up in a terrorist attack, how could President Kang feel at ease outside. He came back two days ago, saying he was here to check on the company, but in fact helping his son reduce the burden so that he could rest well.

"I won't eat, thanks." President Kang held a glass of red wine, very health-consciously said, "Not good for my skin."

"Auntie, you are so young, about the same as my sister." Si Yingjie didn't want to go home and stayed at the Kangs' place, taking over as host. He was more like a son than Kang Mu Cheng. "Just eat a little."

President Kang, who had just finished a bowl of silver fungus, lily, bird's nest soup, reluctantly refused the second supper.

"You young people go ahead." She still had to steam her face and apply masks and hand creams, very busy.

The one who really didn't want to participate was Kang Mu Cheng. He said, "Eating supper every midnight will spoil Jian Jing's diet."

Jian Jing, who had already started peeling crayfish: "......"

"Stop nagging, eat if you want to eat." Si Yingjie wouldn't indulge him. He opened a can of beer, "Little Jingjing, cheers!"

"Cheers." A sip of cool beer went down her throat, and Jian Jing skillfully peeled the crayfish.

Ah, she really didn't expect that the effect of the first point added would be used to eat supper.

The two of them were in high spirits. Kang Mu Cheng didn't want to be a wet blanket, so he could only sit down to accompany them. He didn't like eating these things, so he slowly drank a bottle of beer. Although the liquid was ice cold, his heart was warm.

His mother's unusual stay at home, Jian Jing and Si Yingjie's addition of supper activities, everything was to accompany him.

At first, he was extremely uncomfortable. He was already over 30, didn't need such meticulous care, especially since he was unharmed. He always felt it was making a fuss over little things.

However, waking up deep in the night, when the alcohol seemed to have faded, he could often hear gunshots in the dark.

They were all hallucinations.

They were all shadows.

He realized that harm never differentiated ages.

He couldn't help but think of Jian Jing, thinking of her disappearance for months.

Just a few hours left an indelible shadow in his life.

Then what about her?

Kang Mu Cheng finally realized that he didn't care enough about her. Good food, clothing, housing and transportation could only heal superficial wounds. The scars deep in her heart stayed there for years, with no one able to see the situation.

When he was not paying attention, she chose to end it all in silence.

Thinking of this, his heart seemed to be grabbed tightly by an invisible hand, making it hard to breathe. What came with it was the joy of recovering what was lost, and immense fear.

Fortunately she survived.

Fortunately there was still time to make up.

He thought, and suddenly realized something: It had been several days since the hostage incident, she accompanied and comforted him, but never showed her own fear.

His heart suddenly sank.

The police station looked the same as usual, cars parked randomly everywhere, small spots were crammed full.

Jian Jing bluntly called Ji Feng out: "Help me park!" He came out and still had to nag, "Can you guys manage this place properly, park neatly to facilitate the people?"

Ji Feng: "Professor Jian, is it that hard to admit you lack parking skills?"

"Who lacks skills?" She sneered.

Ji Feng brushed it off: "I lack skills, I admit it, okay?" He parked the car properly and told security not to let people block the exit. Only then did he take her in, "It's early in the morning, I just took a nap and you called me out to be your driver, and you're scolding me?"

Jian Jing ignored his complaints: "What's the matter, speak."

"Remember the necrophiliac serial killer I talked about last time? Caught him," he said. "But he never saw the person, all contacts were online, the IP went through several proxies, can't trace it."

Jian Jing's raised heart sank back: "I thought there was good news."

"Doesn't the previous count?" Ji Feng asked back.

She glanced at him: "Does it count?"

Ji Feng looked at her and laughed: "Fine, it doesn't count. Let's get to business." He flipped through the desk and found a document. "Take a look."

He dragged his chair over: "Sit, read it slowly. I'll go buy breakfast."

No response.

Lowering his head for a look, she was already fully focused on reading.

It was the DNA comparison report for Scarface.

Previously, he was furious about the meaning of "Rose Gold" and attacked Ji Feng, leaving him hospitalized for over a week. But Ji Feng didn't show restraint either. If you shoot me once, I'll shoot you back once. Although he didn't catch Scarface, the latter was injured and left a few drops of blood at the scene.

He submitted this precious DNA sample for comparison with the database.

The DNA in the library basically came from two sources. One was from parents of missing children, and the other was from collecting samples from criminals.

Whether a match could be found depended on luck.

Jian Jing was quite lucky. A relevant match was actually found.

Omitting the professional description in the report, the conclusion is as follows - due to the genetic characteristics of the Y chromosome, it can be determined that the suspect Xue Jun who provided the DNA is a blood relative of the owner of the sample.

In other words, as long as Scarface's paternal relatives are checked one by one, his real identity can be found.

At least the original identity.

Ji Feng stayed up all night and pulled out a list of eligible males, filtering out those with both parents alive, leaving three.

Whether any of them was Scarface remained to be investigated.

"Done reading?" The aroma of meat buns floated over.

Jian Jing closed the report and got straight to the point: "When do we leave?"

Ji Feng: "Leave for what?"

"Hey."

"Silly, we have their identity information already. Just ask the local police to help investigate. Wait for it, I told you in advance because I know you were anxious about it." He had finished the big meat bun in three bites, speaking unclearly. "It's best we don't go out if not necessary, after what happened last time."

Jian Jing readily nodded: "Then when will it take?"

Ji Feng tentatively said: "Seven... seventy-odd days?"

She: "......"

"I'll hurry them, I'll hurry them." He quickly guaranteed.

Jian Jing was about to say something when someone came out of the interrogation room and called him: "Ji Feng, the suspect started talking, want to come over?"

"Coming." He quickly responded, "Something came up, no more send-off, okay?"

Jian Jing was still "......".

Ji Feng looked at her, then stopped in his tracks again, stuffing the remaining buns into her hands and saying in a low voice, "It's no big deal, don't worry about people who aren't worth it, just eat and drink as you should."

She gave him a blank look: "Thank you, I've eaten."

"Then give them back to me." He stuffed the vegetable buns into his mouth and rushed towards the interrogation room. The moment he pushed open the door, he swallowed everything down into his stomach, "Ready to talk now, eh? That's right, come on, confess everything and then you can eat breakfast."

Jian Jing calculated that he had eaten an entire bun in three seconds without choking, which was pretty impressive.

Could this be a basic skill for corporate slaves?

Fortunately she didn't have to work in an office.

Being self-employed was so nice.

Lost in random thoughts, she turned around, about to leave, when unexpectedly she saw a middle-aged man standing next to her.

"Ms. Jian?" Gao Police Officer asked amiably, "What brings you by today? Here to see Ji Feng? He's working overtime again, isn't he. Don't worry, I'll take over for him. You two can go eat and take your time talking."

Jian Jing was confused by his enthusiasm. She smiled politely, "Thank you, but we've already finished talking, I won't disturb your work. Goodbye."

"Uh...alright, come by next time, I mean, don't hesitate to ask if you need me to switch shifts." Gao Police Officer was intent on repaying her kindness at the park and gallantly promised to help.

Jian Jing was bewildered but didn't ask any more questions. She just smiled and nodded before leaving.

Gao Police Officer watched her go, then turned to ask his colleague who was pretending to sleep beside him, "How long was she here?"

"Ten minutes." His colleague who had been sleeping with his head on the table sat up looking full of energy, ready to gossip. "Ji Feng's useless! When does he ever not chat with a girl when he gets the chance, even during interrogations? No wonder Sister Wang said that trying to introduce girls to him fails nine and a half times out of ten."

Gao Police Officer considered this and said, "That doesn't seem right. Do you think he's doing it on purpose?"

His colleague said in frustration, "On purpose to reject them all? What would he get out of that? Sister Wang, Sister Liu, Sister Zhang, they're all biased and the girls they introduce aren't bad catches at all. They're either from our system or tech girls, and there's only a handful of girls in our brother units!"

Gao Police Officer didn't take the bait.

At noon, the interrogation finished, the suspect signed and fingerprinted the confession, admitting guilt.

Ji Feng handed in the paperwork and went to the cafeteria feeling light and relaxed for lunch.

"Over here." Gao Police Officer called him to sit together.

Ji Feng had just sat down when he said, "The case is closed, phew, he put up quite a fight running for so long."

"As long as it's closed." Gao Police Officer bit his chopsticks and asked, "Hey, Ms. Jian came by this morning. You knew I'd be here any minute, so why didn't you chat with her a bit more? It was just an interrogation, you couldn't have handled it?"

Ji Feng said, "We finished talking, so of course I got back to work."

Gao Police Officer heh-heh'd, "Sister Zhang asked if you're working tonight. If not, she'll help set up dinner for you."

Ji Feng sighed, "Old Gao, you know my salary's not high and I don't get much time off. Plus I have a little sister who's a money sink. So why do the sisters always insist on setting me up?"

Gao Police Officer asked back, "You've been set up over ten times now. Are you really not interested in any of them, or are you doing it on purpose?"

"If it's not fate, it's not fate." Ji Feng was clearly an expert at evasion.

"Oh." Gao Police Officer fully exercised his spirit of probing and gossiping, "Then what about Ms. Jian?"

Ji Feng snapped, "What does Ms. Jian have to do with anything, stop spewing nonsense."

Gao Police Officer said, "A guilty conscience, eh?" He sized Ji Feng up, "Why's it so hard to tell the truth?"

Ji Feng righteously stated, "How was anything I said not the truth? Where's your evidence, stop spouting baseless claims."

Gao Police Officer raged, "You little punk, just you wait until I tell Sister Zhang how you deliberately snubbed her and dodged her dinner invites three times!"

Ji Feng: "Then I'll tell Sister-in-Law where you hide your secret money under the car seat."

Gao Police Officer: "Damn!"