Jian Jing's custom-made dress in Paris cost 650,000 yuan. The price was a bit absurd, but the service was very thoughtful. Half a month later, the tailor flew over from thousands of miles away to have her try it on once and make alterations to the details.
The designer complimented her: "You have kept your figure very well, almost no change."
Jian Jing smiled.
This was probably a major benefit of the system. As long as her body data remained unchanged, her physique rarely changed accordingly. By default, the food she ate would be invisibly consumed.
In short, eating a lot would not make her fat.
But there were still some details that were not perfect enough and needed to be changed again. The other party said it would only take a week to get it done in time for the award ceremony in November.
Jian Jing took a photo in front of the mirror and thought about it before sending it to Ji Feng.
He replied with one word: [Beautiful]
Jian Jing: [Take a closer look]
It seemed that only after half an hour, when she had finished trying on all the clothes, did he have time to open the big picture and fully grasp the meaning, and sent a shocked emoji.
Ji Feng: [Teacher Jian, you can't be serious, is this real or fake? What are you trying to do?]
Her: [Guess]
Ji Feng: [Don't recommend it]
Jian Jing: [If you investigate him, won't he know?]
Ji Feng: [Too risky, no need]
Jian Jing: [Sooner or later there will be this day, it's better to be prepared than not]
Ji Feng called her directly and got straight to the point: "I found his identity, arrest him, end of story. You don't have to do this."
Jian Jing retorted: "He knows how to change his appearance and identity. What's the use of you finding his real identity? In such a big country, if he doesn't come out, can you catch him?"
Ji Feng sighed and said solemnly: "If this was just to lure the enemy into a trap, I would consider it carefully. The problem is, do you only plan to catch him?"
Jian Jing was silent.
"No, you know catching him is useless and you can't convict him." He said calmly, "Whether it's your family's case or Liu Bao Feng's case, he left no clues at all. At most he can be detained for 24 hours. Can you be satisfied with just finding his identity and not make him pay with his life?"
She said, "I can't."
"So your plan is very clear." Ji Feng said, "You want him to commit a crime against you again and then catch him red-handed."
He saw through this so thoroughly that Jian Jing did not pretend to be stupid either: "Yes."
"I can't agree to this." He rejected outright without mercy.
Jian Jing said, "Do you think disagreeing will make any difference? I already had the dress made."
Ji Feng: "I can call Kang Mu Cheng."
She was so angry that she didn't expect him to be so shameless: "Don't use Kang to pressure me!"
"Teacher Jian, let's be reasonable. This is not you acting as bait, it's you cutting your own flesh." Ji Feng spoke earnestly, "No one can possibly agree to this. It's not that I don't understand you or don't support you, it's just not doable."
He went on and on, firmly refusing to compromise: "The dress is already bought and won't go bad. You can wear it again next time. Don't come up with such dangerous ideas anymore. If you really can't let go, I'll go with you to investigate Xue Jun's hometown, okay?"
Jian Jing hung up the phone.
Of course she knew this idea was very dangerous and crazy, life-threatening even. Did she need him to spell it out? But apart from this, there didn't seem to be a better way.
The real identity of Scarface may have been revealed to some extent, but with his cautiousness, did he not consider he should change identities when committing crimes and covering his tracks afterwards?
She would bet on a Hermes that his current identity had nothing to do with the past.
Even if they found his current identity, then what?
With no evidence, the police could detain him for at most a day, not even getting a search warrant. There were no signs that could prove his connection with the past serial cases.
For Liu Bao Feng's case, there were no clues, and the connection to the serial killer was through the internet. With no traceable IP address, how could they bring such a cautious and cunning enemy to justice?
Just waiting?
If he stayed by her side for a lifetime without making a move, could she only watch as he remained above the law?
No. She could not swallow this anger, nor endure it.
The lives of the parents in this world, Jian Jing's life, had to be paid back.
The rose dress was a great opportunity, a trap he could not miss.
But she could not complete this plan alone.
She needed Ji Feng's help.
But he did not agree.
If he didn't agree, then he didn't agree. She thought, if you don't help me, I'll find someone else to help me.
Who could help her? Kang Mu Cheng was absolutely out of the question. He would oppose it even more strongly than Ji Feng.
Si Yingjie was the same.
Zong Ye? Forget it. They were just friends in name, not much real friendship. What's more, she actually did not trust him, and he probably wouldn't wade into this mess either.
People like Zuo Xin and Xu Scriptwriter were friends, but not to the extent of entrusting their lives to each other.
Liang Yi...not familiar enough, and if Ji Feng didn't agree, she certainly wouldn't agree either.
Jian Jing counted them one by one and sadly realized that she was left with only one non-optional option.
Two hours later.
Jiang BaiYan came to visit.
As usual, he was very cautious, wearing a mask and a duckbill cap, and a large hoodie to conceal his physique. After entering, he said little, only directly pulled the curtains to prevent paparazzi from sneaking photos.
After doing all this, he asked in puzzlement: "Teacher Jian Jing, you said you have something you need my help with?"
Now that he was here, Jian Jing hesitated instead: "Have a seat first."
"Oh." He obediently sat down on the sofa and asked, "Is it related to the movie?"
"It's personal." She poured a glass of water. She couldn't sit still herself, poking leaves of potted plants for a while, fiddling with the tassels on the sofa cover for a while, unusually restless, "How to put it, I have something I want to do, but everyone will stop me."
Jiang BaiYan's eyes flashed, and he asked cautiously: "Then what?"
Jian Jing pursed her lips: "I know this thing...is not very right. I don't have much say in it. But I think it's a very good way, and I don't have a more suitable way."
Jiang BaiYan became even more careful: "This thing is not very honorable?"
"It's not a bad thing that hurts the heaven and reason." She corrected, "Just a little dangerous."
Jiang BaiYan breathed a sigh of relief and immediately made a package deal: "I'm willing! I'm not afraid, I'm willing to help you." He looked at her with utmost sincerity and said, "I'm not afraid, I'm willing to help you."
Even with thousands of thoughts weighing heavily on her mind, Jian Jing still couldn't help but be moved by him, and smiled: "Don't worry, I won't ask you to risk your life. The danger will be borne by me."
Jiang BaiYan was taken aback, and his face fell: "Then can I take back what I just said?"
Jian Jing said, "You don't want to help me anymore?"
"Now I kind of understand why others want to stop you." Jiang BaiYan scratched his head, his expression troubled, "My bad for getting too excited. As soon as I heard you wanted my help, I didn't dare think too much, afraid the opportunity would pass me by."
She said, "You can still change your mind."
Jiang BaiYan waved his hand with a smile: "I won't change my mind. Easy tasks wouldn't come my way either." He picked up the glass of water and took a sip, then solemnly said, "Go ahead, I'm listening."
Jian Jing sighed and said with a wry smile, "Then let me start from the beginning."
She started with the Jian family tragedy seven years ago, then talked about Liu Bao Feng's death, explaining the meaning behind Rose Gold and his reaction to it.
Finally, she said, "I want to wear that dress to accept the award at the Dreampen Award ceremony."
"So the danger you mentioned," Jiang BaiYan rubbed his face, confused and nervous at the same time, "is that he will take you away at the awards ceremony?"
Jian Jing nodded slowly and said, "That's a wedding dress."
When she first saw it on stage, a strange idea arose in her heart: this dress was so beautiful, the rose so red, so similar to the blood rose he had sent.
Once the idea sprouted, it could no longer dissipate.
A strange intuition awakened from the dormant sea of her heart, telling her that no matter what he was after seven years ago, since he appeared at the book signing, it proved he had regained interest in her.
Just think, a girl who he had brainwashed, a tool used to provoke the police, perhaps was of little value then, or was given time to grow after being watered...this could explain the six years of silence.
As time went by over the years, one day he suddenly saw her on the news and realized the little girl had grown into a young lady.
He suddenly remembered her, mischievously appeared at her book signing, wanting to relive the thrill of controlling her as before.
But things were not as he wished.
She broke the human bone case at the signing, no longer trapped in the shadows of the past. She began to use her talent to look for criminals and uphold justice unambiguously.
She stood completely, thoroughly, on the opposite side of him.
Would he be very surprised, very interested?
What followed was natural.
He killed Liu Baofeng, and pursued her again, also threatening her, controlling her.
But she did not give in, instead choosing to fight back.
The false savior in The Rose Gold angered him.
He looked for the man beside her, wanting to kill him, to warn her not to hold onto false hopes. At the same time, it was also to show off his intelligence and might.
The psychology of crime is profound, but apart from the perverted bloody deeds, the essence cannot escape the realm of human nature.
Initially, Jian Jing used a criminal's perspective to analyze a murderer, but Ji Feng reminded her that he was more crafty and cunning than her, in a certain sense, he was her teacher.
Then change the approach.
Use a woman's perspective, to analyze a man pursuing her.
The grown up her, the more dazzling her, wearing the most suitable rose wedding dress, and even, enjoying the applause on stage after winning an award, would definitely, definitely, make him unable to let go.
Even if he guessed it was a trap, a man's predator instinct and the innate tendency of crime, would drive him to take the bait.
He would be unable to stop himself, which led him to this day.
So, he would definitely come, one hundred percent.
Jian Jing reined in her empty thoughts, and said to Jiang Baiyan, "He wants to be with me, he definitely won't kill me, but I need time to find evidence, so I can convict him. So, someone needs to follow my location at all times, and understand my progress."
Jiang Baiyan frowned in thought.
Perhaps because the situation was too severe, his usual amiable smile was gone from his face. Strands of shadow fell on his face from his hair and eyelashes, making him look unexpectedly solemn for once.
"If you feel you can't do it, or it's too difficult, you can refuse me," Jian Jing sighed, hesitating over her words.
Jiang Baiyan was not her best choice, but she had no other options. Someone had to be on standby right?
What if, she died?
If Jiang Baiyan refused, she could only try asking someone else.
"If no one helps you with this, would you still do it?" Jiang Baiyan asked her.
Jian Jing said, "Most likely."
He was puzzled, "Why?"
She thought about it, and said, "Destiny."
From the moment Scar chose Jian Jing, their fates intertwined. She was forced to stand in the middle of the ring, facing a terrifying enemy she knew nothing about.
But there was no choice, if she did not look for him, he would look for her.
There was no choice with the ending either, either he got her, or she finished him off.
This was a destined battle.
"Although it's true that the more time I have, the more prepared I can be, waiting day after day will wear down my resolve," Jian Jing said. "I don't want to wait passively for that day to arrive."
She was currently in a good state, the excitement of Paris had yet to fade.
In the quiet of the night, the disgust of killing had gradually disappeared, replaced by the killing intent left in her blood.
I can kill others, so why can't I deal with him?
She asked herself this every night.
"I want to take charge of my own fate."
