Restricted Area - Chapter 8

At Guan Wei’s suggestion, Jiang Chijing followed him to Zheng Mingyi’s house to check.

The moment Jiang Chijing stepped into the hallway, Jiang Chijing’s mood was still unable to calm down.

For the voyeur, the room of the **** is like a “sacred place”, and even the air here is more precious than the air on Mount Everest.

There was an excitement in Jiang Chijing’s heart almost subconsciously, but this excitement was quickly extinguished, because the owner of the room became a prisoner, which is equivalent to stepping off the “sacred altar”.

His mood changed from excitement to complexity, and after seeing the mess in the house, he changed from complexity to emotion.

The small objects that I used to see in telescopes are now lying on the ground like this. God knows how much Jiang Chijing wants to restore them to their original appearance.

“It’s really suspicious that the house has been turned like this.”

The two came out of the room, took off the shoe covers on their feet, Guan Wei handed over a cigarette, while Jiang Chijing had already brushed his teeth, so he waved his hand and refused.

“Didn’t Zheng Mingyi tell you that he has clues?” Jiang Chijing said, “If this is the truth, would the people just come to look for clues?”

“It’s not impossible.” Guan Wei nodded and exhaled smoke, “But if this clue really exists, where do you think he will hide?”

It is impossible to bring it into prison.

Every prisoner is checked before going to jail, and he can’t even bring a needle in, let alone memory cards and the like.

“My friend, I don’t know.”

Jiang Chijing understands Zheng Mingyi’s living habits, but does not understand his interpersonal relationships.

For example, he knows that Zheng Mingyi likes to sit on the left side of the sofa and watch TV, but he doesn’t know if it is the same when friends come, because no one has ever visited Zheng Mingyi’s house as a guest.

“Let’s do this today, and tomorrow I will ask a friend from the Mark Inspection Division to come and take a look.” Guan Wei said.

“Can’t you formally file a case?” Jiang Chijing heard the meaning of Guan Wei’s words.

“You know, Hengxiang’s case has already been sentenced, and there is little chance that it will be overturned.” Guan Wei said.

Jiang Chijing thought about it and nodded. He had worked in the court before and knew that it was not so easy to reverse the case. Even if Zheng Mingyi was telling the truth, if the clues in his hand were not decisive evidence, there would be no way for the case to be reopened.

What’s more, he still doesn’t trust the law enforcement agencies, and he is unwilling to hand it over with clues in his hand.

Of course, the above premise is that Zheng Mingyi is telling the truth.

If he is telling a lie, then he has no clues that the boss commits a crime at all. It is not so much that he does not trust the police and is unwilling to hand it in. It is better to say that he has nothing in his hand and can’t hand it over.

Thinking of this, Jiang Chijing suddenly realized a problem, why should he worry about it?

He is just a prison guard, really nosy with rats.

Having said that, Jiang Chijing was tossed and turned because of Zheng Mingyi’s affairs that night, and did not barely fall asleep until late at night.

The next morning, he rarely overslept, hurriedly spread strawberry jam on the bread, and drove it all the way to the prison with his mouth in his mouth.

When I returned from sending the letters, I finally relaxed in the tense morning, but when Jiang Chijing was dozing off in his seat, Luo Hai suddenly appeared at the door of the library, knocked on the door and said: “Do me a favor. ”

“What?” Jiang Chijing raised his head in a daze.

As soon as the voice fell, a figure in a prison uniform appeared behind Luo Hai. If Jiang Chijing remembers correctly, this person should be in confinement with the other two.

“Need to give him a psychological test.” Luo Hai pointed at Zheng Mingyi on the side with his thumb. “Someone at the sewing factory sewed his finger. I have to take some time to deal with it. I can’t get too busy now.”

For some prisoners who may have potential psychological problems, the prison will conduct a psychological evaluation in advance to avoid serious violent and **** incidents in the future.

Yesterday, Zheng Mingyi beat Lao Jiu so badly. His psychological condition and degree of danger are enough to attract the attention of the prison.

“Print out the question and ask him to go back and finish it and then give it to you?” Jiang Chijing said with a slight resistance, not wanting to make trouble for himself.

“No.” Luo Hai shook his index finger helplessly, “He has dyslexia.”

“…Read?” Jiang Chijing inexplicably glanced at Zheng Mingyi, who was standing aside boringly, and then to Luo Haidao, “I mean you want me to read it to him?”

“Yes, you understand.” After Luo Hai finished speaking, he turned half of his body and stuffed the tablet computer in Zheng Mingyi’s hand, and said to Jiang Chijing, “I still have to deal with the patient. Leave it to you.”

“Hey, wait!”

Jiang Chi Jing looked up his chin and wanted to call Luo Hai back, but the man disappeared at the door in a hurry, and Zheng Mingyi had already walked in with a tablet, with handcuffs on his wrists.

“Where to put it?” Zheng Mingyi asked.

Jiang Chijing reluctantly took the tablet from Zheng Mingyi, pointed at the table and chair closest to his desk with his chin, and said, “You sit there.”

Zheng Mingyi quickly walked over and sat down, and then looked at Jiang Chijing motionlessly, his eyes didn’t mean the previous contest, he was just waiting for Jiang Chijing to speak.

“Are you illiterate?” Jiang Chijing asked.

After all, this was the first time he had spoken with Zheng Mingyi alone. What I didn’t dare to do in the past is now a trivial thing.

“No.” Zheng Mingyi said, “It’s just dyslexia.”

There are two kinds of dyslexia, one is dyslexia caused by low intelligence, and the other is dyslexia caused by extremely high IQ.

Many geniuses in history were considered “poor students” when they were children, but later studies have shown that these people are typical examples of dyslexia.

Jiang Chijing asked this sentence, just to confirm what kind of situation Zheng Mingyi was. After all, at the entrance of the entertainment room yesterday, Zheng Mingyi’s sentence still made him worry about it.

“You can’t even recognize the title?” Jiang Chi Scenic Spot opened the psychological test on the screen and continued to ask.

“One or two lines are okay, but more can’t be done.” Zheng Mingyi said, “If you want me to do it by myself, it may take a day.”

“So is the imprisonment exam?” Jiang Chijing asked again, “You don’t bother to read the questions.”

“It’s not that I’m too lazy to watch.” Zheng Mingyi said, “It’s the topic that makes me difficult.”

The exam questions were given by Jiang Chijing, and the questions are not difficult to do, but the options are indeed somewhat convoluted, such as: What is the value orientation at the social level?

A Freedom, balance, justice, rule of law

B Freedom, equality, fairness, rule of law

C Freedom, equality, justice, rule of law

D Freedom, equality, justice, autonomy

It seems that there are indeed some embarrassments for people with dyslexia. But Jiang Chijing is more concerned about another issue. Judging from Zheng Mingyi’s speech and behavior, it seems that his dyslexia is really the second case.

In other words, in the entertainment room yesterday, he did not accidentally discover Jiang Chijing’s behavior loopholes.

Jiang Chijing suddenly became a little irritable, and said angrily: “You really should practice your handwriting.”

“My words?” Zheng Mingyi raised an eyebrow, as if he didn’t expect Jiang Chijing would care about this question, but his answer still jumped as always, “Your words are beautiful.”

of course.

Inexplicably praised, Jiang Chijing’s mind suddenly knotted, and he didn’t know how to answer the conversation.

He simply stopped struggling with this problem, shifted his gaze to the problem in his hand, and began to give Zheng Mingyi the problem.

“People who know you tend to describe you as: A is passionate and sensitive, B is logical and clear.”

“No one describes me.” Zheng Mingyi said, “I think I am B.”

It’s really rigorous.

Jiang Chijing raised his eyes and glanced at Zheng Mingyi, clicked the option on the tablet, and continued: “Which of the following sounds more appealing to you? A and his lover go to a place with many people and frequent social activities. B stays there. Do something special with your lover at home, such as watching a funny movie and enjoying your favorite food.”

“I have no lover.” Zheng Mingyi said.

“This is a hypothesis.” Jiang Chijing suppressed the faint green veins on his forehead, “Assuming you have a lover, what do you want to do with him?”

Zheng Mingyi looked away, thought for two seconds, then looked back at Jiang Chijing and said: “I can do it, mainly depending on what the other party wants to do.”

“…” Jiang Chijing impatiently put the tablet on the table, “Are you kidding me?”

“It’s you who asked me what I want to do with my lover.” Zheng Mingyi shrugged, as if he didn’t understand why Jiang Chijing was angry.

“Answer A and B.” Jiang Chijing patiently picked up the tablet again, “other than that, I don’t want to hear any nonsense.”

“Okay.” Zheng Mingyi responded, but immediately said again, “Are you so fierce to prisoners?”

“Do you still know that you are a prisoner?”

“Then B.”

“what?”

Suddenly an English letter appeared, and Jiang Chijing didn’t respond for a while.

“I said choose B and stay at home with my lover.”

For a simple question, it took such a big circle to get the answer. Jiang Chijing felt that a **** cat’s tail had been scratching him with care, making him on the verge of madness.

Fortunately, Zheng Mingyi didn’t talk about it anymore. Jiang Chijing would answer whatever he asked.

“You like: A has deployment and rhythmic work, and B has flexibility and looser work.”

“A.”

“You are happy to have a wide interpersonal circle, A is yes, B is no.”

“B.”

“Compared to cats, you prefer dogs. A is yes, B is no.”

“B.”

About ten minutes later, the knock on the door sounded again. Luo Hai walked in from the door of the library, and while wiping the water stains on his hands with toilet paper, he asked Jiang Chijing, “How is it?”

Jiang Chijing looked at the remaining progress bar and said, “There is still one half.”

Luo Hai stretched out his hand towards Jiang Chijing: “Then I will come for the rest.”

“Row.”

As Jiang Chijing said, he handed the tablet to Luo Hai, but Zheng Mingyi, who was sitting opposite, suddenly said, “I hope Officer Jiang will read it to me.”

“Huh?” Luo Hai was stunned, “Why?”

“His voice is better than yours.”

Jiang Chijing: “…” Can you please don’t ask me something?