Solving the case: The opening scene solved a major shooting case, and the boss Ji Jie

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome aboard China Southern Airlines flight 8653 from Jibei to Nanquan. The flight distance is 2,000 kilometers, the estimated flight time is 2 hours and 15 minutes, and the flight altitude is 8,200 meters. Please fasten your seat belts and put away the table and chair backs and small table boards.........."

As the plane soared into the sky, Song An picked up the files of several kidnappers and started to read them.

Four accounts received 40 million US dollars, and the account of Qian Qinglai accounted for 30 million, so this person was the top priority of this kidnapping case.

"Since Qian Qinglai runs a meat processing factory, he shouldn't be short of money. Why would he do something like kidnapping?........"

When Song An said this, he subconsciously looked at Wu Jiaqi, only to find that the other party's face was pale, cold sweat was pouring out of his forehead, and his hands were shaking while holding the armrests.

Song An touched the back of the other party's hand and found that it was as cold as ice.

Just then, the flight attendant came over, and Song An waved to her,"Miss, my friend is airsick. Do you have any anti-airsickness drugs such as metoclopramide?"

The flight attendant immediately said,"Yes, please wait a moment and I will get it right away."

Wu Jiaqi forced a smile at Song An,"Sorry, my blood pressure is a little low.".

Song An shook his head,"The food just now was too greasy. Director Zhang was only concerned about making sure we ate well, but he forgot that we shouldn't eat too much oil on the plane."

As he was speaking, the older woman in the seat in front of him suddenly turned her head and handed a bottle of green liquid to Song An,"I have a bottle of Fengyoujing here, apply some to your friend, and he will be fine soon!"

"Thank you."

Song An took the Fengyoujing and looked at it carefully, and found that it was a new bottle that had never been opened.

It was not that Song An was suspicious, there were all kinds of people on trains and planes, and it was never a bad thing to be more cautious.

Song An unscrewed the lid, tapped it with his fingertips, looked at Wu Jiaqi, and asked for her opinion.

Wu Jiaqi nodded at Song An,"Please, Officer Wu,........Sorry to bother you, Brother Wu. ~ "

Song An carefully used his fingertips to apply a few drops of Fengyoujing under Wu Jiaqi's nose and earlobes.

Wu Jiaqi's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and after applying a few drops of Fengyoujing, the anxiety on her face gradually eased.

A young man at the back stretched lazily,"Stewardess! I'm airsick, can you open the window for some fresh air? I'm suffocating on the plane!"

""Puff!"

Song An and Wu Jiaqi smiled at each other.

The older sister in front gave the younger brother a disdainful look and said to Song An and Wu Jiaqi in a low voice,"Look, anyone can take a plane these days. This kind of person is obviously a nouveau riche!"

Song An didn't have the habit of commenting on others. He returned the cooling oil to her and said,"Thank you, older sister. It works great."

"You’re welcome! Meeting is fate. My last name is Kong, Kong Furong!"

The elder sister took the initiative to extend her hand to Song An.

Song An had no choice but to extend his hand to shake hers, but found that the other person’s hand was very dry,"Song An!"

"You two are both university teachers, right?"

Kong Furong was a bit outgoing and took the initiative to talk to Song An and Wu Jiaqi.

Wu Jiaqi nodded and said,"You are awesome, sister. May I ask what you do?"

Kong Furong shook her curly hair with her hand and said,"Can you guess?"

Song An looked Kong Furong up and down.

She was about 40 years old, wearing a bright red women's suit, with some water stains on her shoulders and hair.

She had red nail polish on her fingernails and a pearl necklace around her neck.

The most eye-catching thing was the wedding ring on her left ring finger. The ring was a little dirty, and Song An even saw a few tiny scratches.

"You fly so often, you must be a public relations manager, right?" Wu Jiaqi said with a smile.

These days, a public relations manager is a very fashionable profession, with a mysterious identity and an even more mysterious income.

Kong Furong smiled slightly and looked at Song An,"Do you think so too?"

Song An was lowering his head, as if he was checking something on his phone.

Hearing Kong Furong asking him, Song An raised his head and said,"You work at a TV station or newspaper in Shahe District."

Kong Furong was stunned, and her facial features stiffened instantly.

Wu Jiaqi looked at Song An curiously,"How did you know that?"

"Sister Kong often flies. She sits upright and wears bright clothes. She is either a business person, a celebrity or a media person. But celebrities are generally low-key. As for business people, forgive me for being frank, the price of this bright red women's suit seems a little too affordable. People who work in the media need to wear bright clothes to attract other people's attention, especially when attending press conferences to ask questions."

In fact, there is something that Song An is not convenient to say. Kong Furong is a famous socialite. She has cheated on her husband many times and has many lovers.

Of course, if this kind of thing is said, the other party will definitely be angry and embarrassed.

Kong Furong swallowed hard,"¨． How did you know I work in Shahe?"

"This is even simpler. Those who can come to Xijiao Airport to catch the plane are people who work or live in the 17 counties and districts of Jibei. Sister Kong's accent is so authentic that she must be from the city. Besides, only Shahe had a shower this morning."

Song An raised his mobile phone, which showed the detailed weather conditions of all counties and districts in Jibei.

"This is my business card. Please contact me if you have the chance."

Kong Furong was stunned for a few minutes, then handed a golden business card with a scent to Song An.

The business card had her work unit on it: senior reporter, director, and host of Yanshan TV Station.

When Song An took the business card, Kong Furong used her finger to gently hook Song An's palm, intentionally or unintentionally.

Song An raised his head, and Kong Furong was also looking at him, with a pair of peach blossom eyes slightly upturned.

Song An's face remained expressionless, and he sneered in his heart. Sure enough, he had guessed right. This (damn) woman was indeed a veteran in the love field. A middle-aged woman in her forties actually dared to flirt with Song An, who was in his early twenties. I don't know who gave her the courage.

Two hours later, the plane landed slowly at Licheng Airport.

"My contact information is on the business card. If you have time, please contact me in time."

When saying goodbye, Kong Furong blinked at Song An and said with a smile.

Song An nodded, stretched out his hand to stop a Xiali taxi, and then helped Wu Jiaqi put the luggage in the trunk.

"Thank you." Wu Jiaqi smiled.

After the two got in the car, Song An took out a bottle of juice from his bag,"I feel a little uncomfortable after getting off the plane, so drinking something sour is more comfortable."

Wu Jiaqi took the juice, hesitated for a moment, and said to Song An,"Song An, I think that reporter Kong just now seemed a little strange."

"What did you see?" Song An asked.