The Novelist Forced to Become Famous

Chapter 121

Chapter 121

Pan Jianli, who was worth a cup of milk tea, was taken away by the police and interrogated overnight.

But since he was found here, it proved that Jian Jing and Ji Feng's reasoning was right, and he was killed by the Pan's family business being destroyed by the Kang Corporation, resulting in resentment and revenge.

The park was his first real arson. But before that, there were signs that he liked to collect magazines and newspapers related to the Kang Corporation and burn them in a basin.

The reason the neighbors in the community didn't notice was that he chose the time very cleverly.

Every time he chose days like Qingming, burned paper at home with a basin, covered it with foil, and people thought he was burning paper for his deceased parents and didn't care.

"I want to drink Zizi Berryberry." On the way back, Jian Jing drove directly to the milk tea shop.

Ji Feng struggled to the death: "Teacher Jian, let's discuss..."

Jian Jing expressionlessly: "Zizi Berryberry, add cheese, 50% sweet."

Knowing the times makes one a master. Ji Feng decisively shut up and went to buy drinks.

He brought back two cups, one for Jian Jing, and one... "Come downstairs in 10 minutes." Ji Feng sent a voice message to his sister, very naturally said, "Let’s take a detour."

Jian Jing took a sip of her drink and took a detour to the Ji’s house.

Today is Saturday. Ji Yunyun jumped out, saw Zizi Berryberry, and doubted life: "For me?"

Such an expensive drink? Did you get a bonus? I didn't see him willing to spend it before.

"Not for you, who else if not the Wangcai downstairs?" Ji Feng threw the bag into her arms, "Let's go, do your homework at home, you will be in high school next year!"

Ji Yunyun refused to leave, poking her head in: "Teacher Jian? You two? What is this?" She saw the promotional poster of the resort thrown by the car and was shocked again.

Could it be the power of love that overcame the magic of money?

"Work, full of nonsense." Ji Feng pushed his sister's head out of the car window, "Teacher Jian, please send me back to the bureau."

Jian Jing was surprised: "You're home, don't you sleep first before going to work?"

Ji Feng: "Will you write the report? Will you do the transcript?"

Her: "I'll take you there."

Ji Yunyun's feverish head suddenly cooled down. She was familiar with the tone and smell, it was still her old brother.

Jian Jing waved goodbye to her and sent the self-conscious office worker back to work.

Soon, the system had a movement.

[System: The host completes the "chivalry" event and is rewarded with 10 courage points]

The arson case was successfully concluded.

Two days later, the news reported on the follow-up of the Qilizhou Bridge accident, indicating that the police had decided to reinvestigate the accident.

The families of the victims at that time gathered together again, hoping to get justice for their deceased loved ones.

Jian Jing couldn’t help but feel full of emotions. At that time, she persuaded Wen Hui to plead guilty, which was forced by the situation to some extent, gambling once to try, but she didn’t expect it to trigger such an old case.

However, as Ji Feng said, no matter what the motivation was, it was enough that the result was good.

However, during this period, there was also a small episode.

Ji Feng called to ask: "According to Wen Hui’s boyfriend, he hid a gun for emergencies, but we didn't find anything at the scene."

Jian Jing looked surprised: "Gun?"

"Yes, he said he had it with him at the time, and was hit by you when he was caught off guard and dropped it." Ji Feng asked, "Did you see it?"

Jian Jing said, "I didn't notice."

"Oh?"

"Maybe someone else picked it up." She was extremely calm.

Ji Feng chuckled and asked her, "Teacher Jian, you should know that owning a gun is illegal, right?"

"Do you suspect I took it away?" Jian Jing retorted, "What would I do with a gun?"

"Be careful." Unexpectedly, he did not get to the bottom of it, but just meaningfully urged, "This is not fun."

Jian Jing snorted softly and didn't respond.

Ji Feng didn't get to the bottom of it either, as if he just called to ask, or... to remind her. But he really worried for nothing.

Jian Jing took out the storage card, with food, water, first aid kit and gun in the five grids, and left one grid for emergencies.

Things hidden in the system, even if her home was turned upside down, there would be no trace.

This way, no matter who the enemy was, she was much safer.

Her eyes inadvertently fell on the calendar, May 2 was circled in red.

This was the scheduled launch date of Kang Mu Cheng's new book in Huaping City.

Last time when Demon 2 was published, Liu Baofeng died.

What about this time?

*

At the end of April, the weather suddenly turned hot.

Many people couldn't even wear spring clothes and had already changed into summer clothes. The young ladies on the street bared their arms and legs. When the warm wind blew, their skirt corners fluttered, which was a delight to see.

At the door of major bookstores, in this spring breeze and flame of passion, new posters were also posted.

The bright red plum blossoms on a white background at first glance make one think it's some new romance novel or essay collection, but if you stop and take a closer look, you will suddenly realize that the fluttering is not a red plum blossom.

It's blood.

Bunches of blood flowers, blooming like roses, beautiful but murderous.

And that bright light is not the sun's rays, but the charming luster of gold.

Money, murder, love, several major themes are perfectly integrated, standing out among many posters, eye-catching.

May 2nd 1pm Roses, Gold and Killers

Bestselling novelist "Jian Jing", new mystery

Jiahui, who was shopping with her classmates, exclaimed, "May 2nd, 1 o'clock, 521?"

Girls are quite sensitive to homophones of numbers. Her companion also got the taste: "This time... it's a mystery, is it a coincidence?"

"The release time of new books is always calculated carefully, isn't it?" Jiahui retorted, "I read uncle Bing's article last time, saying that unless there are special circumstances, it is arranged in advance, and some writers also choose auspicious days."

Her companion took a careful look at the poster: "The style is also quite different from the usual mystery."

"It's a holiday on the 2nd, so why don't we go shopping," Jiahui suggested.

"Sounds good, I got nothing to do anyway."

The two girls chatted and laughed, and soon changed the subject, but after talking like this, the news of the new book was quietly remembered.

Before they knew it, it was May 2nd.

There are always more people shopping on holidays. Bookstores can sit and chat over coffee as well as buy stationery and reference books, which have always been the first choice for students.

On this day, as soon as customers walked in, they saw promotional signs at the door, and the prime location was stacks of new books in plastic wrap. The white background and red flowers are clean and beautiful, very comfortable.

Take another look at the author - oh, a familiar face, the writing and plot are guaranteed - paperback, thin, naturally not expensive.

Going out shopping, you always have to buy something. Most people are well-off, and at least half of the ten people casually picked up the book.

Similar scenes were repeated in various bookstores, which was nothing unusual.

The eyeliner Tao Zong sent out wandered around and went back to report without enthusiasm.

"Jinwu is so well-behaved this time?" Tao Zong pondered for a while, feeling that this was not Kang Mu Cheng's style. Jinwu Princess was not a nickname for nothing. Whoever slighted her would not slight Jian Jing.

This was very strange.

Jian Jing's previous book had just broken a million, he thought, shouldn't he promote it more vigorously this time? It's so ordinary, what is he up to?

"Leave the book, let me take a look." Tao Zong didn't fight unprepared battles and decided to read the book first before saying anything.

Two hours later, he put down the book with a long sigh, half comprehending and half having a headache.

"President Kang, aren't you afraid of overreaching?" Tao Zong muttered to himself, flashing through various calculations, of course including some crude and effective business practices, but held back.

The aftershocks of past events had not yet passed, and he did not believe Kang Mu Cheng had relaxed his vigilance. To make a move at this time might just fall into the other's net.

More importantly, hitting Jian Jing would not benefit his own family.

The top priority for Morning Star was still to find a pillar that could hold up the scene.

Fostering was too slow, who to poach?

With so many writers under Jinwu, Kang Mu Cheng favored Jian Jing, he didn't believe they had no ideas.

Better to be a chicken head than a phoenix tail, besides, Morning Star was not that bad.

-

Heping City Third Prison.

"Xia Xing, something for you." The prison guard called Xia Xing when class was over, not without kindness in his tone.

All the prisoners in the prison had to undergo labor reform, and also learn to read and write. Xia Xing was well-educated, so she was arranged to teach classes to some of the less cultured. She was also very well-behaved and smart, so the prison guards rarely scolded her.

"Ah, thank you." Xia Xing said with a smile, tidying up the textbooks to get her things.

She had no relatives, and after being sent here, no one had come to visit her. But every now and then, people would send things here, mostly personal items like underwear and bras, as well as crates of books. Occasionally there would also be some sports equipment for exercise. Although they didn't show themselves, Xia Xing knew who it was.

Tao Zong at most sent money, how could he remember such details?

Today was another crate of books.

The first thing Xia Xing saw was "Roses, Gold, and Killers" placed on top.

"Oh." She stroked the book cover, and unexpectedly, a hint of regret rose from the bottom of her heart.

If she hadn't taken action back then, perhaps today would have been a completely different scene.

Xia Xing blinked hard, and turned the pages to read line by line.

"...Revenge is certainly gratifying, but hands stained with blood, how can they ever go back to the past... The girl is still so young, even if she escapes the confinement of iron windows, the weight of a human life will oppress the long second half of her life... From the very beginning, that path should never have been chosen."

In that moment, tears brimmed at the corners of her eyes.

-

After being closed for renovations for over half a year, Tian Bookstore finally reopened.

Because of the news about human bones at the previous signing event, the cafe on the third floor had to close down. The manager was changed, it was renovated again, and only then did people gradually forget about the whole affair.

But after being closed for so many days, naturally they needed to hold events to attract customers back.

The branch bled a bit, points exchange, new book discounts, it was bustling with noise and excitement until after the May 1st holiday passed before returning to normal.

On this afternoon, the store clerks were out on lunch shifts, leaving just one young girl to watch the counter.

In the huge store there were few customers, and the sunshine outside made people feel lazy. The young girl couldn't help but take out her phone and chat with her boyfriend.

Caught up in sweet nothings, naturally she became distracted. A book appeared in front of her, but she didn't take notice, casually scanning it: "Scan code or cash?"

It was cash.

These days those who paid cash were a minority. The young girl glanced over, hesitating for a moment on the back of their hand, as if there was something special.

But a new message popped up, and her weak attention was immediately diverted. In less than a few minutes, she had completely wiped away that faint impression.

The customer took the book and leisurely left the store.

He slowly walked to a nearby park, and in the bright sunshine, casually flipped open the book.

As he read, the smile on his face dissipated like smoke, and his eyes gradually darkened.

The blood rose was the mark of an enemy, gold was the weapon for revenge, and the killer... Ha, which hero are you hoping will descend from the heavens to take revenge for you?