Jiang Chijing prepared slippers, mouthwash cups and other necessities for Zheng Mingyi, but other than that, his brain was blank, and he couldn't think of anything else to prepare.

Always dreaming is not a solution, so he wanted to find inspiration in the small bungalow opposite.

After such a long time, people in the community seem to have become accustomed to the existence of this ruin. But after entering the yard, there was still a strong sense of depression.

The dark exterior wall has long been unable to see the original appearance, but the weeds in the courtyard are extremely tenacious.

Jiang Chijing cautiously bypassed the cordon pulled up by the police and stepped into the burnt-out door frame.

Before, the police came to investigate the cause of the fire in the small bungalow, but only determined that it was man-made arson, and there was no clue afterwards.

The man in black who attacked Zheng Mingyi was very suspicious, and the man had been released from the detention center long ago.

But he insisted that he was only a thief and had nothing to do with the arson, and the police could not find evidence of his arson.

After going to the living room and looking around, Jiang Chijing wrote down a mug, then went to the kitchen to look around, and decided to prepare a few more aprons for Zheng Mingyi.

No longer need to look at the toiletries in the bathroom, Jiang Chijing went directly to the bedroom on the second floor.

The clothes and bedding were naturally burned out by the fire, and all of Zheng Mingyi's watches were turned into a pile of scrap iron.

Jiang Chijing probably estimated the loss, and the price of the watch was higher than the price of this small bungalow. It stands to reason that the arsonist should take money to do things, but keep so many expensive watches not to pick it up. This shows that this person is very experienced and knows that famous watches are easy to track down in the market.

Jiang Chijing couldn't help but think of the man in black again.

He is strong, clean, and looks like a professional. He has appeared in Zheng Mingyi's home twice. The first time Zheng Mingyi dropped him on the second floor, and the second time he came to the house to ruin the cabinet and left before Guan Wei arrived.

These two incidents, including the subsequent arson, were done carefully, and they really looked like a person's style.

But it's useless to think about it now. Jiang Chijing is not a professional criminal investigator. Even the police can't find evidence in a case, so naturally he can't do anything about it. He decided to hurry up and take a look to see if there are any leftovers in the house.

There were many sundries overturned next to the bedside table, which should have been found out of the drawer when the man in black came here to look for clues for the second time.

In addition to common items such as remote controls and chargers, Jiang Chijing also discovered something he was very familiar with-binoculars of a certain high-end brand.

This telescope is a top-level configuration. If Jiang Chijing's monoculars can clearly see the blood vessels on Zheng Mingyi's forearm, then this telescope can even see the eyelashes on Jiang Chijing's eyelids.

Good guy, more advanced than the equipment used by his professional voyeur.

Zheng Mingyi had confessed before that he had been observing Jiang Chijing since he was under surveillance.

At that time, Jiang Chijing didn't think much about it. He only felt that observation was ordinary observation. But now it seems that "surveillance" and "observation" are all elegant terms. The two ghostly people are peeping at each other. other side.

I don't know if Zheng Mingyi has his favorite TOP3 picture in his heart.

"What TOP3?"

In the morning of the new week, Jiang Chijing mentioned binoculars to Zheng Mingyi and also mentioned the concept of TOP3 screens. Zheng Mingyi should have never done such a boring ranking. At first, he was confused by the question, but after he understood it, he laughed quickly.

"Let me think about it." Zheng Mingyi said, "You speak first."

"I'm asking you." Jiang Chijing did not back down.

"Well—" Zheng Mingyi fell into a brief meditation, "The third place, you take the express."

"Should I take the courier?" Jiang Chijing felt baffled, "What's so interesting about this?"

Zheng Mingyi pointed to the ground with his index finger, and said vaguely: "The express is on the ground."

Jiang Chijing reacted immediately, he needed to bend over to take the express, and his hip curve would become tight at this time.

Gee, awesome.

"What about you?" Zheng Mingyi asked.

"My third place," Jiang Chijing deliberately slowed down, "You wear loose sports shorts."

"Sports shorts?" Zheng Mingyi said.

"Will toss around, it looks very big." Jiang Chijing said seriously.

Zheng Mingyi suddenly couldn't laugh, and it took a long time before he stopped laughing and continued: "My second place, you sit on the sofa and watch TV."

"Watching TV?" Jiang Chijing felt baffled again.

"Think about your sitting posture." Zheng Mingyi prompted.

Jiang Chijing likes to lean on the armrest of the sofa, with one leg bent horizontally in front of him, and the other leg upright and stepping on the sofa. There is nothing wrong with this sitting posture, but the key is that Jiang Chijing is used to wearing loose shorts. If he puts his legs up, his trousers will shrink to the base of his legs. If he moves again, it is possible to see the underwear.

High, it is high.

Jiang Chijing has been watching Zheng Mingyi for so long, and he has never seen him wearing underwear. In this second place, Jiang Chi Jinggan bowed down.

"It's your turn." Zheng Mingyi said.

"Wrap gauze on your hands before you punch." Jiang Chijing said.

This is nothing new. The last time Zheng Mingyi came to Jiang Chijing's house one day from prison, the two had already played gauze play.

Zheng Mingyi nodded and continued: "My first place, you wear a vest."

In Jiang Chijing's home clothes, there is a set of tank top and shorts, which he wears every few hours. Compared with short-sleeved vests, the vest is indeed more exposed, but putting this answer first, Jiang Chijing suddenly felt a little boring.

Zheng Mingyi should have seen Jiang Chijing's thoughts, and added: "When you wear a vest, whether you take the courier or watch TV, you will not pay attention to the problem of running out."

Gone?

Jiang Chijing immediately understood what Zheng Mingyi meant. He tilted his body to the other side, frowned and looked at Zheng Mingyi and said, "You are lustful, Zheng Mingyi."

"You are ashamed to say me?" Zheng Mingyi raised an eyebrow, "Where is your number one?"

"I..." Jiang Chijing became guilty, and slowly sat up straight and said, "Just...you don't wear clothes."

As long as Zheng Mingyi doesn't wear clothes, Jiang Chijing likes to watch it. Whether it's boxing, cooking, or gardening, they are all TOP1 in Jiang Chijing's heart.

"Who is more prettier?" Zheng Mingyi asked amusedly.

"Ah." Jiang Chijing cleared his throat, "each other each other."

Two people with similar smells spied on each other, and such a small probability event would happen. Although Jiang Chijing is not superstitious, he always feels that this is a gift from God, and in a way to influence him, let him get rid of the bad habit of peeping.

If you have to say it, Zheng Mingyi discovered the surveillance of the entertainment room before, and Jiang Chijing felt that it was an extremely scary thing to be caught for voyeurism. Since then, he has never actively turned on the surveillance of the entertainment room.

With Zheng Mingyi's imprisonment, the small bungalow opposite was no longer occupied, and Jiang Chijing hadn't peeped for a long time.

Perhaps this little hobby that has accompanied him for many years is not as deep-rooted as he thought.

After Zheng Mingyi left the library, an unexpected person approached Jiang Chijing. It is the first time Jiang Chijing has seen Xu Sheng in the library in the six months since he joined the prison.

"Are you going to be released from prison today?" Jiang Chijing asked in surprise.

The court’s decision was faster than Guan Wei said, and Xu Sheng’s period of imprisonment officially ended yesterday.

It stands to reason that he can leave the prison at 0 o'clock today, but he still needs to go through the formalities such as the release certificate, so he will appear in the public affairs building at this time.

"Yes." Xu Sheng said emotionally, "I don't know how long Zheng Mingyi will be left?"

"He will go to court to appear in court this Friday." Jiang Chijing said, "should be released in court."

"That's good." Xu Sheng nodded, "Where is Wu Peng?"

"It was also heard on Friday, but he should appeal and he won't be locked in so quickly."

"Anyway, when he comes in, I will let my brothers take good care of him." Xu Shengdao.

The court has a corresponding jurisdiction, and if nothing else, Wu Peng would also be imprisoned in the Southern Prison.

In fact, without Xu Sheng's special care, Jiang Chijing wouldn't make Wu Peng feel better. He changed the subject and said: "What's next, do you have any plans now?"

"A brother introduced me to the job of a driver. Let's do it first." Xu Sheng said, "I plan to save some money, open a small shop, and when he comes out, I will directly let him be the boss's wife."

A bland little life couldn't be better, Jiang Chijing asked, "You go out later, do you want to see him?"

"Of course." Xu Sheng said, "First go to the hospital to see the situation of the old couple, and then go to the prison in the neighboring city to find him."

"He should miss you very much." Jiang Chijing said.

"I miss him too." Xu Sheng smiled softly, "By the way, Officer Jiang, I will pay you back the 20,000 yuan you gave the old couple before."

Jiang Chijing wanted to say no, but knew that Xu Sheng would not agree, so he said: "I'm not in a hurry."

"Then I will leave first." Xu Sheng stood up and said, "There will be a period later."

"Everything went well." Jiang Chijing said.

The most indispensable thing in the prison is the prisoners. After the old people leave, there are always new ones to add in. Jiang Chijing occasionally sighed and hoped that there would be fewer and fewer prisoners in prison, but he also knew that such hopes could not come true.

As long as there are prisoners in the prison, the prison story will continue, but for Zheng Mingyi, his prison journey is almost over.

On Friday morning, Jiang Chijing drove to the prison to work as usual.

Before arriving at the prison parking lot, he would pass a long boulevard. Today Jiang Chijing’s car had just turned into the boulevard, and a bus drove out of the parking lot in the distance. Jiang Chijing knew that it was to send Zheng Mingyi. A car in an urban court appearance.

He opened the window of the car and slowed down. When the two cars passed by, he saw Zheng Mingyi sitting by the window, and Zheng Mingyi obviously saw him too, smiled faintly and beckoned him. .

Although Zheng Mingyi is still wearing an orange prison uniform and handcuffs on his hands, when the two meet again next time, he should be a free body.

Jiang Chijing stepped on the accelerator in a good mood and drove straight to the prison parking lot, but at this moment, a roar of engines suddenly rang in his ears.

Jiang Chijing was quite sure that this was not the sound made by his car.

In this open suburban area, there are often some young people who come over to drag a car, but Jiang Chijing has never seen it before. Some people drove the car to the suburbs early in the morning at 7 or 8 o'clock.

He looked in the rearview mirror subconsciously, and saw that at the end of the boulevard in the rear, a black car appeared.

There was a bad premonition in Jiang Chijing's heart, and in the next instant, the car suddenly turned into the opposite lane and drove towards the bus face to face, and there was no tendency to slow down at all.

The bus was evasive and could only slam into the lane next door. The sudden change of lane made the side of the body slightly tilted, while the car saw the timing and ran straight into it.

All this happened so quickly. When Jiang Chijing stepped on the brakes and looked back, he saw that the bus had turned over 180 degrees and turned into a roof-down posture.