Absolute Persona [Unlimited]

Jiang Jian suddenly understood what Chen Xiqing said just now.

The indistinguishable truth and falsehood will make it difficult for people to easily trust, make judgments and draw conclusions.

This windbreaker has always been with him, but he has never seen this note.It seems that no one has ever unfolded it, and every crease is detailed and sharp.

It lay quietly in Jiang Jian's palm, trembling slightly, as if it would be blown away by the night wind in the next second.

He began to be uncertain and at a loss.

Whether what I saw was real or not, and how to prove it, became puzzling.

He suddenly wondered whether Chen Xiqing and Zhong Xun felt the same way when they met faces similar to those he cared about in the show.

Even if you doubt it or not, the handwriting is indeed that person's.

Jiang Jian still remembers his shock when he first saw that person's handwriting.

Four years of colleagues, that person has hardly stayed in the office, let alone write.All the paperwork is handled by Jiang Jian, even where a signature is required, the electronic signature is sent directly and added to the electronic document.

The first time I saw that person write something was when he came to my house.

Seeing Jiang Jian's empty refrigerator, the man pushed open the door and left without saying a word. Half an hour later, carrying large and small bags, he moved all the fresh-keeping boxes in his refrigerator.

——Blue lid crisper: direct heating can be eaten.

——Red lid crisper: ready to eat at room temperature.

——Green lid crisper: My mother is good at cooking, I reluctantly part with it, you are not allowed to leave it.

A few sticky notes were stuck on Jiang Jian's refrigerator.The strong and powerful handwriting is not like the usual non-writing at all.

Although batch after batch of fresh-keeping boxes were changed, Jiang Jian never threw away those few notes.

The night wind was blowing, Jiang Jian folded the note properly, and carefully put it back into the windbreaker pocket.

He zipped it up, patted it lightly, and fell into deep thought on the spot.

Even if the probability is extremely small, is it possible that that person entered the studio like him?

Unfortunately, he couldn't remember what that person looked like anyway.

As Zhong Xun said, only by living and moving forward can we have the energy to think about other things.

If that person is there, I hope he can still remember me.

Jiang Jian thought about it for nothing, and suddenly felt a tingling pain in her palm.

I don't know what kind of mountain mosquito it was, but it left traces of biting and gnawing on his hands.

He glanced at his palm quietly, calmed down his thoughts, and returned to the house with his hands down.

In the room, Chen Xiqing's complaints and disgust could be clearly heard.

When Jiang Jian entered the room, she shook the quilt on the bed vigorously, and threw it directly on Ah Song's face: "Is this quilt made by someone? It's too broken! Is there no new quilt?"

The boy's hand hanging by his side subconsciously lifted up and hugged him.

The tattered quilt in his hand was hanging on the ground along his arms, and the young man's back fell into Jiang Jian's eyes, precariously.

"If you don't want to cover it, don't cover it." Jiang Jian walked in before Ah Song spoke, looked directly at Chen Xiqing, and said, "Go to bed early."

As he spoke, he took the quilt from A Song and handed it to Chen Xiqing.

Chen Xiqing gave him a complicated look, snatched him over, covered his head with a quilt, and lay down.

Jiang Jian withdrew his gaze and looked down at Ah Song with deep eyes.

A Song snorted, turned and walked to the front hall.

Jiang Jian gently closed the door of Chen Xiqing's room, and followed Ah Song, calmly.

"Why? Are you afraid that I will stab her to death in the middle of the night?"

A Song glanced at him angrily, and squatted on the ground lazily.

Jiang Jian shook her head and said seriously, "I'm worried about you."

Although Chen Xiqing is pampered, Ah Song is a sick child.

It is precisely because of his illness that he becomes indifferent and irritable, lacks self-control, and believes that everyone around him is hostile, discriminated against and hates him.

"He who hurts in return is the first to be hurt. Someone told me that before."

He looked at Asong and said softly.

Jiang Jian's eyes are like lights in the dark night.

Shining and touching, indifferent but inexplicably gentle.

Asong moved his lips, lowered his eyes, and did not speak.

"Do you have any medicine here for mosquito bites?" Jiang Jian leaned over and spread her palms in front of Ah Song.

"Yes, I'll get it for you."

Ah Song got up, took two steps and stopped, hesitantly said: "Maybe it's expired, do you mind?"

He shook his head.

In Qingluan Village, it is already very good to have many things.

Ah Song found a white metal box in the closet.He put the box on the table, opened it, and it was full of bottles and jars.

The familiar logo on the metal box lid flashed before my eyes.

Jiang Jian's eyes moved, and she lowered her head slightly to glance at it, and suddenly realized where she had seen such a pattern before.

Note paper in Chen Yandong's notebook.

Star Group's logo.

"Tao Xiaochen" himself, the property under Ren Fanxing's name.

"Is this the box brought back from the city?" Jiang Jian took the ointment from Ah Song and asked as if nothing had happened.

The ointment has indeed passed its expiration date long ago.

It seems to be used infrequently and very frugally.

He also squeezed a little out carefully, and spread it evenly on the bitten part of his palm.

Asong waited for him to finish painting, put away the box, and said while putting it away: "It was issued when the village received the poverty alleviation project before."

There will be no thunder, no wind and rain tonight.

Zhong Xun lay flat, sleeping peacefully.

After hearing Ah Song's words, Jiang Jian suppressed the doubts in her heart, went back to the room, closed the door softly, and her brain was running fast.

Since the Fanxing Group participated in the poverty alleviation project back then, is it a coincidence that Ren Fanxing was reborn on Tao Xiaochen?

He took out the ballpoint pen and looked at the USB flash drive hidden inside.

The hotel was so chaotic that day that he was suffocated. Apart from the traces of Chen Yandong's struggle, there seemed to be the result of being rummaged and messed up by the murderer.

Maybe Chen Yandong really found out something, that's why the murderer didn't hesitate to silence him, and even tried to find evidence and destroy it.

It would be nice to have a device to see what's inside.

Jiang Jian rubbed her hair annoyedly, yawned, and planned to think of a solution tomorrow.

Suddenly there was a hoarse voice from the bed.

"What smells so bad?"

Jiang Jian glanced at her palm: "The smell of ointment."

Zhong Xun raised his eyelids: "Injured?"

"No, I was bitten." He said, poking Zhong Xun, "Give way, I want to go in."

Jiang Jian poked Zhong Xun's abdomen through the quilt.

Zhong Xun frowned, bent his legs, and made room for him.He quickly climbed onto the bed and got into the bed.

The only quilt was covered warmly by Zhong Xun.

Jiang Jian, who had been blowing the night wind outside for a while, clutched the corner of the quilt gratefully, curled up into a ball, pressed her head against the wall, and closed her eyes.

Soon fell asleep.

Zhong Xun turned his head slightly, and saw Jiang Jian lying with his back to him, with a few curly black hair curled up in front of his eyes.

As if unsuspecting, he fell into a deep sleep.

He thought of Jiang Jian's drowsiness from beginning to end during the test, and sighed silently.

Backhanded the quilt for him a little more.

In the middle of the night, Jiang Jian heard a faint noise above her head.

He moved his eyelids and struggled to open his eyes, and his ears immediately caught the sound of a low door opening.

He woke up instantly and sat up holding the quilt.

Zhong Xun was still sleeping beside him.

The sound was coming from outside.

He tiptoedly stepped over Zhong Xun's tall body, stepped lightly on the ground, leaned over to look out the window, and saw A Song wearing a coat, walking cautiously towards the courtyard gate.

It's so late, what is he doing out there?

Jiang Jian hurried out, glanced at the windbreaker that was drying, and picked up Zhong Xun's coat and put it on.

Ah Song left home and walked towards the back of the mountain, looking around for fear of meeting someone.

The night sky was cloudless, and the Milky Way seemed to hang overhead.

Jiang Jian had no time to admire, but just stuck behind Ah Song, not far or near.

The road Ah Song took was not the road to Chashan in the morning.

The longer the detour, the steeper the road up the mountain, and you can vaguely see the shape of steps stepped out of the soil.

The plants here grow wantonly, and if you bump into them accidentally, they will make a rustling sound.

Jiang Jian became more cautious, slowed down, and moved up a little bit.

After a while, Asong's pace stopped.

He hid his figure behind a tree and carefully observed the surrounding environment.

He could vaguely see an ancient building hidden in the forest, and Ah Song walked in quickly.

Seeing him stepping into the gate of that building, Jiang Jian leaned on the tree trunk and stepped on deciduous bushes to approach.

A quiet and dilapidated small ancient pagoda came into view.

The walls are mottled and the window lattices are decayed.

The strong wind and rain the night before left a large pool of water around the tower, and there was still water dripping down.

Jiang Jian avoided the direction of the entrance, turned over, walked forward with a bow, stopped in front of a window on the side, and quietly looked inside.

An oil lamp was lit, and the flame heart swayed.

Seeing that Asong was writing something at his desk, he put away the things in his hands in a moment, blew out the oil lamp and left in a hurry.

Jiang Jian leaned sideways against the wall, for fear of noticing.

He held his breath until the figure of Asong descending the mountain disappeared from sight, then he was relieved and prepared to enter the tower to find out.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a gust of wind coming from behind.

A hand stabbed to the side of his neck!

His pupils trembled, and his whole body immediately tensed up!

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Jian raised his hand to block, then withdrew his footsteps, and in a dodge, raised his hand firmly against the throat of the person behind him.

Holding Chen Yandong's ballpoint pen in the other hand, he stabbed directly at the carotid artery of the person behind him.

As soon as he was quick enough, blood spurted from the ruptured carotid artery, and the unstoppable bleeding was ferocious enough to kill a man.

only……

The moment the pen tip pierced into the skin, Jiang Jian suddenly stopped.

The fingertips holding the pen dug deeply into the palm of the hand.

The moonlight sprinkled from the top of the tower, half of the people under the tower faced the clear light, and half were hidden in the shadows.

There was no panic in those eyes, and his appearance was reflected in the calm——

His nervous vigilance, and a trace of hostility hidden deep.

At a glance.

The corner of Jiang Jian's mouth twitched, and he let go of his hand slowly.

Oh heaven and earth, it seems that he almost...killed his other half to death!

The cold voice of No. 099 sounded in his brain.

"It is judged to be a serious violation of the character design, please accept the punishment on the 79th floor of the studio center after the show is over."

Jiang Jian blinked, and a bold idea popped up.

He looked at Zhong Xun with burning eyes.

Zhong Xun smelled danger for no reason, he frowned, and said in a low voice: "I warn you not to use any crooked brains."

Jiang Jian cleared her throat and asked excitedly, "Mr. Chang Ji, if he dies, will I continue to abide by it?"

"...?"

The author has something to say:

Jiang Jian: I'm so smart

099: I think you want to get the highest level of punishment.

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