Ximen Longting solved a mess in Jinghuatian with great vigor.

The money he owed to the bank, the property he gambled and lost, Simon Longting waved his pen, and in an instant it was all returned to his name.

Half an hour later, the convoy returned to Jinghuatian's bungalow.

Jinghua ran up to the study on the second floor non-stop, opened the locked drawer, and took out the suicide note.

At the moment when he went out, his footsteps froze.

Simon Longting was so generous for this suicide note. And the man who smoked Cuban cigarettes also came for this suicide note.

Isn't there some mystery in this suicide note?

Jing Huatian kept an eye on it, immediately picked up a pen and paper, and copied a copy of the suicide note.

If it is a direct copy, the copy can be seen......

But if it was a copy, they hadn't seen Jing Meilin's handwriting, so they couldn't distinguish it at all.

Downstairs, Ximen Longting took a sip of tea, and the rough taste of tea made him frown.

Wilson asked incomprehensibly, "Young Master, I'm really puzzled. This Jinghuatian gambles indiscriminately, even if he helps him solve it this time, it won't be long before he gambles again until he goes bankrupt...... And the mouth of the living person is the least strict, why don't you just make it clean? "Killing people has always been Simon Longting's style of acting, leaving no trouble.

Ximen Longting smiled coldly: "I don't want her to take more lives because of me." ”

It's all for Jing Jiaren......

"If you don't clean it this time, the death of the two young ladies of the Jing family will let Miss Jing know, I'm afraid ...... "It's even worse."

Jing Huatian read the suicide note, even if it was burned, his mouth would talk nonsense.

Ximen Longting secretly condensed: "He has no evidence, and I won't give him this chance." ”

"Young Master Xi, I've kept you waiting for a long time, I forgot which book I was sandwiched into, and I searched for a long time......"

Wilson took the suicide note and handed it to Simon Longting.

"Didn't leave a photocopy?"

"What am I doing with this......" Jing Huatian was weak-hearted.

Simon Longting lit the metal lighter, burned the suicide note, threw it into the ashtray, and watched it completely burn to ashes.

……

In the hospital, Jing Jiaren takes care of the white camellia in a vase with a thin neck.

"Depression?" She asked indifferently, "How did I not know she had this disease?" ”

Jing Huatian replied: "Yes, in fact, she has had an illness since she was in high school. She was eliminated from the final for that ballet, came back crying, and cut all her ballet clothes. Do you remember? ”

Jing Jiaren remembered this incident, and after that, Jing Meilin was very hazy, like a hedgehog that no one could touch.

"I always thought she was willful."

"I'm spoiled, too." Jing Huatian was gloomy, "I didn't expect her to be depressed." I haven't had psychological counseling and treatment for many years, so it's serious. ”

"Are you sure it's depression?"

"Her depression proves that I have brought ......," Jing Huatian took out of his briefcase and showed it to Jing Jiaren.

She swept it casually: "What about the suicide note, did you bring it too?" ”

"Burned with Merlin's body."

"What was written?"

"It's nothing more than her hatred for you, you've been inferior to you since you were a child, and all the boys she has liked have favored you." Jing Huatian followed Ximen Longting's instructions and avoided the important and light.

Jing Meilin had a crush on several boys at school before, and they all confessed to Jing Jiaren and were rejected.

There is also Leng Aofeng, although he came to transfer to the school for Jing Jiaren, he was a man of the year in the school at that time, and every girl's dream lover, including Jing Meilin was no exception......