The room was claustrophobic, with a stagnant atmosphere.
The TV screen showed Jing Jiaren's entire process from entering the airport to her checking in through security check.
Naturally, it includes the scene when she is waiting in the VIP room.
The clothes she wore, the bag she carried, and the hat she wore all matched the found fragments.
The ring was on her slender finger, and so was the watch.
The surveillance video was forcibly snatched from the airport, and then Ximen Longting watched it over and over again.
On the screen, Jing Jiaren's eyes were blank, as if looking at him through glass.
The big palm pressed against the glass screen, rubbing her face through the cold screen.
Wilson came in with lunch and saw Ximen Longting kneeling on one leg and kissing Jing Jiaren's face on the screen.
It's as if the cold video is a living person...
It seemed that in the next second, Jing Jiaren would come out of it.
Wilson's whole body trembled: "Master!"
"Get out-"
Ximen Longting roared, followed by a fit of coughing.
He had been exposed to heavy rain for too long that day, and he was very ill. He lay on the sofa without eating or drinking, and his lips were pale.
Wilson once bumped into Ximen Longting standing in front of a wedding dress, looking at the gauze skirt hanging on the figure frame and talking to himself, as if the wedding dress was Jing Jiaren's.
And this time, I bumped into Ximen Longting kissing the TV screen.
Wilson held the food: "Master, you can't continue to degenerate. Your stomach cancer has just recovered. You can't bear to torture yourself like this."
"I told you to get out, don't you understand?"
His bloody eyes stared at Wilson, and he rose up as quickly as a wolf.
Wilson stood up straight: "Do you still remember the letter that Miss Jing left for the young master before she left?"
"It seems you really want to die?"
Ximen Longting breathed hotly and walked to Wilson dully.
In just a few days, he became extremely slovenly.
His eyes were bloodshot, his face had a ragged beard, his eyes had deep-set dark circles, and his body was filled with the smell of rotting wounds that refused to be bandaged...
His hand suddenly got into Wilson's chest, and there was a pistol.
The muzzle of the gun was pressed against Wilson's head: "If you want to die, I will make it happen for you!"
Wilson's lips moved, but he neither moved nor avoided.
He was also an accomplice in Jing Jiaren's fate, and he had expected this outcome.
"Master, my life is yours, you can take it away at any time." He closed his eyes in resignation, "It's just that I'm afraid that if I leave, no one will serve you so wholeheartedly."
"..."
"Young Master, Miss Jing spent a lot of thought on your illness to finally get you better. It was also because of you that Miss Jing made the deal with the master. I hope you understand Miss Jing's intentions."
"..."
"I just hope that Miss Jing's sacrifice was not in vain..."
The muzzle of the gun suddenly left Wilson's head. He breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Ximen Longting had thought of letting go.
But when he opened his eyes, he saw Ximen Longting pointing a gun at his temple...
"Master!"
Ximen Longting let out a strange laugh, and there was intense pain in his red eyes!
The pain was like the fangs of a monster tearing at his bloody wound. As long as he closed his eyes, the image of Jing Jiaren being blown to pieces appeared in his mind.
Like a nightmare that can never be lost...
Jing Jiaren left, and Ximen Longting also died from then on. Even if he was alive, he was like a walking corpse.