Unsurprisingly, her proposal was decisively rejected.

Jing Zeheng supported the back of her head with one hand to help her lie down, and said, "Just after the fall, rest well, so as not to worry grandma tomorrow if you don't have the energy." There's not much going on here, I'll be back soon, don't be afraid."

After that, he left her a night light, took another bottle of water, unscrewed the cap and put it on the bedside table, and then took the clothes and went into the bathroom to change clothes.

Shen Fanyin turned sideways with some effort, avoiding the left half of his body that had been hit and being tendered again.

Her eyes rolled and fell, and her gaze fell on the book next to her pillow.

Love in the Time of Cholera

When Jing Zeheng came back after changing his clothes, he saw the child quietly flipping through his book.

His pupils tightened suddenly, and he stepped forward in three or two steps, and said in as calm a tone as he could, "The night light is too dim, I'll see tomorrow."

As he spoke, he took the book from her hand.

"Okay." Shen Fanyin was obedient, lying on his side, looking at him with big eyes, silently urging.

Jing Zeheng saw that her expression was natural, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

He turned around with the book in his hand, and went to the table as he spoke: "There are bodyguards outside, don't lock the door, if you shout something, they will hear you."

He put down the book, his fingers quickly took the bookmark used as a photograph out of the page, and put it in his pocket with the palm of his hand.

His movements were extremely fast, Shen Fanyin's vision was blocked and he didn't see it, he looked at the white wall in front of him and responded: "Okay, then will you come back after you deal with it?"

"Come back." Jing Zeheng turned around and said as if nothing had happened, "You go to sleep first, I'll wake you up when there's news."

"Hmm."

Jing Zeheng no longer hesitated and left quickly.

Shen Fanyin was lying on the bed, her thoughts were mixed, and she always felt that something she had ignored, but she couldn't figure it out.

"Boss." Cao Guan followed Jing Zeheng's side and said quickly, "The people transferred by Mr. Ian are already in place, and I have temporarily arranged for them to stay outside the hotel, and the old lady and young lady are still our people outside the door."

"Hmm." Jing Zeheng asked, "Has the surveillance checked it?"

"Checked, the old lady is back in the room at half past six, with her students, an hour before that, the hotel cleaner came to clean the room, and the police have gone to arrest the cleaner."

"Hmm."

Jing Zeheng stopped, took out his mobile phone and dialed Ian's number.

It took a long time for the phone to be connected, and Ian's angry voice rang from the other end of the phone: "Jing Zeheng! If I'm not mistaken, you're in the country now, right? Don't you have to sleep?"

He was woken up by a phone call before, and he could barely convince himself that it was because of jet lag.

What now?

He suspected that Jing Zeheng deliberately didn't let him sleep well!

Jing Zeheng was concise and straight to the point: "I'm in Princeton, are you familiar with the police station here?"

"Unfamiliar! How can I, a good citizen, know the police station?"

"Let one percent of your profits go into your private account."

"Cooked, cooked! What's the matter? I'll arrange it for you."

Ian was sensible and didn't bargain.

Jing Zeheng: "Sanskrit fell down."

Ian was silent for a long time, smacking his tongue as if he had a toothache, and said, "It's useless to go to the police for this matter, I have to ask the city planning department, but most of the land in the country is private property, and if you want to level all the steps in the city, it will be a little troublesome."

Jing Zeheng: "......"

Half an hour later, Jing Zeheng looked at the trembling middle-aged woman in the interrogation room and asked, "Who instructed it?"

The person in front of her was the cleaner who entered her grandmother's room in the surveillance, she looked older than her actual age, only forty-five years old, and her face already had deep wrinkles, she looked like she was fifty or sixty years old. The police caught her in the back kitchen of a bar, where she was working again, and she was still washing dishes when they caught her.

In the information age, it is really easy to check a person, and Jing Zeheng has already read the woman's information.

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My son was in a car accident three years ago and both legs were amputated. Only a week later, her husband left them, leaving her with a meager salary to pay for her children's medicine and the lives of the two of them.

When Jing Zeheng asked her like this, she shuddered, and her voice trembled and asked rhetorically, "Is it out, out of the world?"

Jing Zeheng's eyes were even colder.

I thought she was just being used, but I didn't want her to know what the consequences of such an act might be.

The compassion that arose because of what happened to her was gone in an instant.

If Shen Fanyin hadn't just gone to sleep in her grandmother's room today, if she hadn't woken up just right, what would have been the consequences of an old man in his seventies falling down?

Thinking about the child's injuries, Jing Zeheng repeated his question: "Who instructed you?"

The woman bit her lower lip, dodging Jing Zeheng's eyes.

The silence stretched out the time, and Jing Zeheng was extremely patient with her stalemate, and did not ask for a third time.

Finally, the woman said, "He said, his name is Qi Jin."

Jing Zeheng narrowed his eyes and asked, "What does it look like?"

"Male, tall and strong, bald, lots of tattoos, and on his face." The woman finally raised her head, her eyes filled with tears, "Sir, may I ask...... Is it really a fatality?"

Jing Zeheng saw panic and uneasiness in her eyes, as well as a deep sense of remorse.

He stood up and said lightly, "No."

The woman let out a long sigh of relief.

I don't know if I'm glad that I didn't get into a life lawsuit, or I'm glad that I didn't hurt anyone.

Jing Zeheng left the interrogation room, his brows furrowed slightly.

Will anyone leave their name behind when they are harmful?

Normal people may not, but Qi Jin is not normal.

Jing Zeheng dialed Qi Yan a little impatiently.

He answered the phone quickly, and his tone was still brisk: "Big brother, what's wrong?"

"How's it going for you?" Jing Zeheng was irritable in his heart, and his tone was not good.

Qi Yan immediately became serious and said seriously: "Don't worry, keep an eye on it, Qi Jin has never been out of the hospital, and her account has no usage record."

Perfect alibi.

You don't need to ask lawyer Jing Zeheng to know that it is impossible to convict Qi Jin based on this woman's accusations alone.

That's what she wants, right?

He hung up the phone, and when he looked up, he saw Ian, who was smiling all over his face.

"How's it going? Did you make that clear?" Ian came quickly, looked around, didn't see the woman, he was a little disappointed, "Your little girl didn't come with you."

Jing Zeheng looked at him, and suddenly asked, "I will add one percent of the profit to you, and you will help me kill someone, how about it?"

Ian glanced at the policeman next to him, and the smile on his face froze.

This master really found a good place to talk about this kind of thing!

Ian took a deep breath and reluctantly refused, "I'm a law-abiding citizen, of course not."

But he can find someone who is not so law-abiding to do it.

Jing Zeheng didn't understand his hint, so he replied casually and stopped mentioning it.

The thought did spin in his mind for a moment, coming and going faster.

Qi Jin couldn't bear to do these things from tens of thousands of kilometers away, and since her provocation was supported, the other party must have thought of being ready to push her out and bear the blame.

He still has to keep his hands to hold his child, and it's not worth it to get dirty.

Jing Zeheng casually said a few words to the police and left, Ian followed him step by step, saying innocuous words in his mouth, but he still remembered the profit of 10%.

Until Jing Zeheng opened the door, he still followed.

Jing Zeheng: "I'm going to rest."

Ian didn't want to go: "Come on, there's no outsider here, let's talk about the profit!"

Jing Zeheng blocked the door and didn't let him in: "Just say it casually, it's not cost-effective, don't do it."

"Huh?" Ian's eyes widened, "Don't, I've even figured out who to do things with, make sure that your hands and feet are sharp and leave no traces, you have to be firm in your thoughts......

"Brother, are you back?"

The delicate female voice with the soft and glutinous milk sound that had just woken up came into Ian's ears lightly, which instantly softened his heart.

Jing Zeheng kicked him open and closed the door tightly.

Ian didn't complain after being kicked, but grabbed Cao Guan's arm, his eyes glaring like copper bells: "It's your boss lady inside?"

Cao Guan looked at him expressionlessly, and his cold eyes seemed to say: Do you think I will tell you?

Undeterred, Ian continued, "Do you have any photos?" Show me."

Cao Guan turned around directly, not even giving him a look.

Ian knew he couldn't open the door, but he didn't just come to ask about the outcome of the case.

He said directly to his bodyguard, "Open a room, I'll stay here tonight."

The bodyguard responded and returned to him after a while: "Boss, there are no spare rooms in the hotel."

Ian retreated, "Then another one."

"Recently, Princeton University held an academic conference, and all the hotels in the vicinity were fully booked."

Ian looked at him in astonishment, "You're not going to tell me that I'm going to have to drive back to the Imperial City for another hour besides sleeping on the streets, right?"

The bodyguard said sincerely, "You don't have to sleep on the streets, you can sleep in the car."

Ian: "......"