Over the past half-year, Jiang Kexin's life had not been pleasant.
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To be honest, Jiang Kexin was resistant to profiling. The past events were vivid in her memory. At that time, Jiang Kexin played a crucial role in solving the case, but she was not proud of it. She even wondered if Shi Ying would still be alive if she hadn't been involved.
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We had coffee together. Upon learning that I was looking for a woman named Xing Meng, Jiang Kexin didn't immediately agree. She stirred her coffee with a stirrer, her gaze occasionally falling on me.
"Does this matter have anything to do with my family?"
"Possibly, possibly not."
I answered truthfully. This Xing Meng left no trace, and I had no idea where she came from. However, what I was doing was inextricably linked to Teacher Wang Ren, so I couldn't guarantee that all of this had nothing to do with Jiang Kexin's family.
"Can I go back on the promise I made to you then?"
"Yes!"
Hearing my answer, Jiang Kexin bit her lip and smiled, "It seems this matter is indeed inseparable from my family. Is it my brother, or my mother?"
"I think this should be a helper hired by Cao Qian, but now that both Cao Qian and this woman named Xing Meng are dead, we are forced to see if you have any good ideas."
After I told her the truth, Jiang Kexin said decisively, "Alright, I'll help you!"
"Weren't you planning to go back on your word?"
"I'm indecisive, and I'm someone who dislikes making decisions. When my family is involved, I'm scared. But if I don't intervene and something really happens to my family, I won't be able to help."
Hearing Jiang Kexin say this, I looked at her seriously. Her expression was firm, as if she had suddenly made some life-altering decision.
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"What do we do now?"
"Of course, we have to look at this Xing Meng. I'm not a god, am I? Can I divine her past and present life just by looking at a photo?"
It had to be said, Jiang Kexin spoke quite casually.
"Okay, let's go after we finish our coffee."
Jiang Kexin heard this, casually threw her coffee into the trash can, and said, "Let's go!"
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Entrusting Luo Bo to help, we saw footage of Xing Meng, her entering a five-star hotel that day.
Jiang Kexin watched intently and said with a smile, "She's not a prostitute at all."
"Really?"
"How can you tell?"
"Her physique. This woman has a strong foundation in dance. I also practiced dance when I was young, but I stopped in the third grade because my studies became too busy. Moreover, learning dance for many years requires family support. Therefore, someone like her, who had good educational conditions from childhood, could not be a prostitute."
Hearing Jiang Kexin say this, I gave her a thumbs-up.
Jiang Kexin smiled slightly and had the staff pause the camera at one point, pointing to the handbag above and saying, "There's something wrong with her bag too?"
"What's wrong? This bag is very ordinary. The police didn't find anything."
"You can't judge things by their surface, and you can't judge people by their faces. You have to look at their habits. When the staff asked for her ID, she turned to open her bag, but the zipper position was wrong. So, she glanced at it specifically before zipping it open."
"What's the big deal about that?"
"Looking at the woman's movements and the position where she opened the zipper, she probably uses bags of the same style every day." After speaking, Jiang Kexin imitated Xing Meng's actions and thought, "This bag should be a style that many celebrities like, called a gusseted bag. Of course,
When I reached the door, I saw Jiang Kexin standing there.
"Xiaoxin, why are you here?"
"I want to know the truth too!"
"And do you know it now?"
"We need to meet someone to know who the deceased is."