Host, You're Targeted

Yes, Liang Jingyi is a genius.

After the first grade of junior high school, I will be promoted to grade three, and the second grade will be promoted directly. At the age of 16, he will be admitted to Lvcheng Medical University as the science champion of Lvcheng high school, majoring in eight-year clinical medicine.

He is 23 years old this year. After graduating from Lucheng Medical University in another year, he will be a doctor directly.

Fu Jiyao was shocked.

WOW! It's a genius!

But why Qin Cong knew Liang Jingyi so well is also a mystery.

However, as he was already 40 years old and his sons were going to get married and have grandchildren, Fu Jiyao dismissed Qin Cong's idea of robbing him of men.

Three people cross the road into the alley leading to the rental house. Fu Jiyao looks around in the alley.

On the left side of the lane is the wall of the hospital, and on the right side is the back of the residential building. There is no street lamp on this side of the lane. Only the lights of the hospital building and the light projected from the rooms of the residential building can be illuminated.

"This is a dead corner for monitoring," Qin Cong indicated to Fu Jiyao, pointing to the walls on both sides. "If you go back later, you should contact the relevant departments to see if you can install several cameras here."

While listening, Fu Jiyao also carefully examined the environment on both sides.

As they spoke, they walked quickly through the alley and arrived at Liang Jingyi's rental house.

From the appearance, the outside of the rental room is cement paste wall, no tile, no painting.

"What floor do you live on?" Qin Cong raised his umbrella and looked at it nearby. He found that there were several monitoring dead spots near the rental house.

Liang Jingyi looked up and said, "the seventh floor."

So, three people went up to the seventh floor to see Liang Jingyi's house.

From the elevator, Fu Jiyao and Qin Cong smelled a strong smell of inferior paint.

They went to the door of Liang Jingyi's house and looked at the security door covered with red paint for a while.

Qin Cong looked carefully at the door and noticed the words "Liang" written on it and the words behind it covered by the falling red paint.

"The suspect may have written your name here." Pointing to the word, Qin Cong stepped back and looked at the pattern on the door from a little distance.

What does this pattern mean?

Fu Jiyao stood on the side, looking at the big lump of red paint from different angles.

It's not like a simple threat. Liang Jingyi has been a school hospital for a whole day. In addition to learning experiments and observing internships, Liang Jingyi has never met anyone who might threaten him like this.

"Eh?" Fu Jiyao suddenly stretched out his finger and stroked at the top of the pattern, "does this look like an Arabic numeral 3 that rotates 90 degrees anticlockwise?"

Hearing what he said, Qin Cong tilted his head to the left and looked at the two semicircular and concave sharp corners at the top of the pattern.

"It does Qin Cong said.

But what do these three represent?

"Don't you..." Fu Jiyao had a flash of inspiration, "does this 3 represent the past March?"

"It's possible," Qin Cong stepped back and asked Fu Jiyao to take a picture. "Fu, please take more photos of this photo first, and send them to the criminal investigation department in the Bureau later. Let's not discuss it here. Let's go in and have a look."

Fu Jiyao took out his camera, snapped at the door, took the camera back.

Liang Jingyi took out the key to open the door, and Qin Cong walked in first.

Fu Ji Yao cushions the back.

When changing shoes at the door, Liang Jingyi's feet slip carelessly. Fu Jiyao, who is following him, subconsciously reaches out to support his waist.