Chapter 107

Why do you kill people?

The answer to this question is actually very many.

For example, the hands shake, such as the knife is not fast, but the biggest possibility is that when the girl who sent flowers passed Li Jingtian's neck with a knife, she did not mean to kill him, so Li Jingtian could escape a robbery, live out alive out of life. Emergency room.

This possibility is, of course, option C, a option that looks great, but it is fascinating.

"So, are we going to change the investigation?" Xing Conglian probably thought of these, and his face was a little sad, so he finally ordered the cigarette that was not ordered.

The green smoke was dazzling.

Lin Chen couldn't figure out this issue for a while.

If Li Jingtian is the leader, to attract the public's attention in order to hype the incident, why don't he pretend to be more pitiful? You know, walking out of the emergency room in front of so multimedia. Like an experienced planner, it is impossible to do such a thing at all.

Then, if you change from another angle, if Li Jingtian is indeed a victim, the question is why the girl only scratched a mouth on his neck, but did not kill him?

Lin Chen remembered the scene on the stage at the time, the slightest microphone, covering the fingers of the neck tightly and the blood water infiltrated instantly from the fingers. It seems that there must be any problems in the emergency room.

"Honestly, I think this matter has violated the law of human physiology. Normal people cannot maintain normal action after losing so much blood, which is incredible." This is too incredible. "

Xing Conglian touched his chin and said, "It seems that we can only trouble the husband of Comrade Zhang Xiaoyu's classmates to find out the news?"

Li Jingtian's agent has already named the police. At this time, not only did he not be actively expressing his position, he chose to investigate secretly, probably only the punishment.

"It's really low -key." Lin Chen said.

"Then let's go back to the scene?" Conglian asked.

"it is good."

When returned to the lobby of the air -conditioned, Lin Chen remembered to see the time.

Time is the most obvious clue. Now at 11:25 noon, according to the time when Li Jingtian was taken to the hospital, he actually stayed at most in the emergency room for half an hour.

For half an hour, of course, it is not necessary to complete a carotid artery repair surgery. The only possibility is that Li Jingtian is really not seriously injured, and the girl is indeed merciless.

So the key to the problem is still blood. Why does Li Jingtian flow so much blood?

Standing on the stage of punishment, what he said to colleagues in the verification department, the other party nodded, squatted on the ground, and pointed to the blood that combined with the red carpet. Looking for you, I think this should not be human blood. "

"What is human blood, animal blood?"

"It's not like." The police officer of the verification department continued to shake his head.

The carpet has been cut by them for a sample and sent it to the test. At this moment, it seems that the entire stage seems to be hollowed out, "I have to wait for the test results"

Xing Cong frowned, as if he guessed something, and then squatted down.

He took off his gloves and gently pressed the blood on the blood. The police officer of the verification department also seemed to realize something. He just wanted to speak to stop, but saw his sentence and had stretched his fingers into his mouth to taste.

Lin Chen walked to the side of the stage, saw the torture from Lian just licking his fingers, turned his head, as if he had never said to him, "Sweet, taste good."

Lin Chen didn't know what to say. In the large court, licking the blood of the victim, this is indeed slightly heavy.

It didn't matter if Xing Conglian was very important. He patted his butt and stood up, and said, "Cream with artificial pigment, and it is just right."

Lin Chen stunned and asked, "What is that?"

"A fake plasma prop, this formula is very good, basically Hollywood -level props." Xing Conglian said, still smashing his mouth.

Police officers on the side of the verification section were also scared: "What kind of ghost, is this self -directed and self -proclaimed throat?"

In fact, anyone who encounters similar things will probably make similar speculations.

Setting his head from Lianlian, pressing his index finger on his lips, signal the police officer of the verification section whispered.

Lin Chen groaned. If it is said that this is the self -hype of the creation of the throat, it seems too smart. Ask a girl to pretend to be a fan to wipe her neck, use artificial plasma to create a tragedy image, and stay left. In the next bunch of cruel green roses, although such incidents are very explosive, they still have a double -edged sword. If they are a little careless, they will cause huge harm to the artist image.

This is still a matter of time.

When Lin Chen was hesitant, he suddenly heard his sentence and asked: "If this is artificial plasma, wouldn't it mean that there was only one murder that we wanted to investigate?"

He pointed out, of course, the poor bird stabbed to death by roses.

Xing Cong sighed and said, "Headache."

Native

Those who can make punishment feel a headache, of course, are not some artificial plasma and singers who pretend to be cut throat.

What really caused him to have a headache, probably only some people, some people with a gluten.

The dynasty sat in a cream shop on the second floor of Ansheng International, ordered the matcha flavored smoothie. He ate cold drinks and searched the two problems arranged by Lin Chen to him.

First: Li Jingtian's identity background.

Second: Why do there is an excess fan today to support Li Jingtian.

The air -conditioning in the store is full, and the waiter lady is much more beautiful than other homes.

After he set the keywords, he ate a cold drink and had a cold drink. Before he finished eating a copy, the computer rang, indicating that the search had been completed.

He stuffed all the remaining cold drinks into his mouth, then sat on the sofa chair, dragged the scroll, and carefully read the search content.

Honestly, he really didn't really have much interest in the entertainment industry gossip. Probably their straight men did not like the kind of intriguing torn stories. Seeing the more into God, he didn't even notice that someone pushed the glass door of the cream shop.

"So beautiful?"

The dynasty felt that someone sat beside him and asked him to ask him.

"Hey, don't talk." He waved his hand, and he wanted to coax the man away like catching flies.

But the man around him had to come and see, so he pushed to the man's head, and it was not until the feeling that he had the skin to the brain through the skin that he realized who the person was sitting next to him.

"Boss, why are you here!"

He jumped up and sat down again: "No sound, you scared me!"

"Xiao Wang Xiansen, I didn't expect you to have this hobby."

Xing Conglian followed the cigarette, looked at the explosive title on the screen, and made a mouthful.

The screen is a news. Compared with the explosive title, the picture is even more eye -catching. It is a lady lady lace panties thrown on the messy bedding, or black.

The dynasty was subconsciously covered, and then I felt wrong: "Boss, I am investigating the case, you are right!"

Lin Chen sat on the opposite side and looked at the two in front of him. He always felt that what they were talking about must not be a good topic.

"Ah, Xiao Wang Xiansen, at your age, this hobby is the norm of human beings." Xing Conglian touched the teenager's head, and I knew it.

"I'm relying on the boss, don't you make me think of what you think, okay!"

The dynasty tried to stay away from him, but was crowded in the window of the window by his torture, and he couldn't move at all.

"Where, I don't know if you are so good, the taste is a bit heavy ..." Xing said from Lianbei, swept the dynasty from head to toe, then turned his head, read the title out of , "The princess of the private house is 100,000 a day, and various novels are shocked by reporters?"

Listening to the title from Lian Lian, the blushing of the dynasty was so blushing. Although Lin Chen also knew that the teenager probably had really found any key clues, but his shy look was really cute.

So he couldn't help laughing.

Probably I didn't want to talk to Conglian, the teenager turned his head and looked at him seriously, "A Chen is really a clue related to Li Jingtian!"

"Oh ..." Lin Chen dragged his long tone, and then slowly said, "Actually you like everything, after all, you are young, just pay attention to safety ..."

"A Chen!"

The teenager interrupted him angrily.