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Chapter 140
Chapter 140 Four Tones 52 Mastering
Lin Chen felt that he was out of control. This didn't mean that he would do anything violent or strange, he just felt that he was going crazy.
His eardrums stinged, as if someone had hit his temple with a shovel, so the distance from the temple to the ear was so painful that it was hard to think, although he could see Xing Conglian's face and energy. Seeing Wang Chao's pale face, he could see everything in this studio, but when it was out of control, these things seemed to lose any meaning, even Xing Conglian, whom he liked so much, didn't have any meaning.
It seems that something has drained all the happiness in this world, even the air that makes people breathe freely, the thick malice is covered like ink, and the breath is full of stench...
No, there is no air, how can he smell these smells?
So, the luckiest thing in the matter is that he also knows he's out of control, just like if you know you're mentally ill then you're actually awake.
Lin Chen recovered quickly, and he tried his best to restrain these emotions. Although no psychologist would agree with the idea of restraining emotions, he didn't have so much time to think about them now.
The faded picture was gradually stained with some colors, and what caught the eye was Xing Conglian's straight nose bridge and his more handsome face because of his clean shaved beard. Xing Conglian's palm covered his cheek, and his thumb was tight. Pressing tightly behind his ear, Xing Conglian was so close to him, Lin Chen even suspected that Xing Conglian had called him for a long time just now, so he was now taking such a slightly ambiguous posture to try to wake him up.
Lin Chen stepped back, wiped away the tears with his fingertips, and said, "Sorry."
Xing Conglian frowned, but he didn't intend to let go.
"What's wrong?" Lin Chen felt the rough calluses on Xing Conglian's fingertips and the heat in his palm, but he didn't understand what happened to Xing Conglian. To be honest, if there is someone in this world that he can't understand sometimes, That must be the punishment.
Sure enough, as soon as he opened his mouth, Xing Conglian's face was gloomy again, as if it was about to drip. Xing Conglian let go, went back to the stereo and turned off the music, then turned back to the other two in the recording studio and said, "Get out."
The dynasty was very clever at this time, the young man didn't say a word, dragged Lu Xu's head and didn't go back out, and remembered to close the door by the way.
After the door slammed.
Xing Cong pointed to the sofa chair next to the speaker and said to him, "Come here and sit down."
Lin Chen looked at the dusty sofa and hesitated: "I'm not that fragile yet."
Xing Conglian stood there, ignoring him, with a gloomy look that seemed to say, "Come here yourself, don't let me say it a second time".
Lin Chen thought about the possibility that Xing Conglian would say this, so he obediently walked over, and he moved to the side to reveal half of his seat. However, Xing Conglian Xing Conglian really didn't mean to sit and chat with him. He looked at him with a condescending look and asked, "What happened to you just now?"
The same question, Xing Conglian also asked him before the ICU after he witnessed Xu Ran's car accident.
And after asking this sentence, Xing Conglian also added: "I don't want to listen to you, just take it slow, or just use any scientific name to prevaricate me, your current state is very bad."
Lin Chen lowered his head slightly, feeling a little ashamed, Xing Conglian has a good insight, and is more like a psychologist than him at this time.
He replied calmly: "It may have been a panic attack. It should have been a sequelae of witnessing Xu Ran's car accident, triggered after moderate emotional trauma."
However, Xing Conglian's eyes did not soften due to his answer, as if he was judging whether his situation and what he said were concealed. , there is a deep worry in his expression.
"Captain Xing." Lin Chen leaned forward and shouted softly.
"Consultant Lin." Xing Conglian showed no signs of softening, "You have suffered too many traumatic events recently. No matter how healthy a human being is, it is easy to have problems in your position, so now please use your absolute Professional ability to do the most objective self-evaluation and tell me, can you and still have the ability to persevere?"
Lin Chen was very grateful for such a tough and merciless tone, which made him understand that Xing Conglian regarded him as a comrade-in-arms rather than a pitiful object of protection. If Xing Conglian still comforted him with soft words at this time. , which would have made him ashamed.
But Lin Chen still asked back, "What if I can't hold on?"
"Then it's up to me."
When Xing Conglian said "Let me handle it", his eyes were cold, as if there was no emotion mixed in it. Lin Chen didn't even doubt that if he said "no", Xing Conglian would not hesitate to take out his mobile phone and send out some sort of fighter. Starships and other things directly smashed Li Jingtian to scum. Of course, this was a plot that the dynasty would make up for, but the expression of Conglian's sentence made Lin Chen very clear that he would really do something similar.
"The situation may be worse than I estimated. Psychological trauma is indeed not the same as stabbing trauma, but as long as the organization reimburses me for the psychological treatment expenses after the case is closed, then there should be no major problem." Lin Chen said.
Xing Conglian still stared at him, trying to distinguish the real from the fake from his eyes or expressions, Lin Chen didn't dare to look away, in fact, he certainly didn't dare to tell Xing Conglian, one-third of panic disorder patients often The above probability suffers from severe depression. Although he is not that serious, it is precisely because human beings have far less understanding of physical and mental diseases than those obvious physiological diseases, so even he cannot judge the extent to which his own problems will develop. .
Xing Conglian nodded, as if agreeing with his explanation, and finally stood up and sat down on the sofa beside him.
Lin Chen felt the depression of the sofa.
If it was usual, Xing Conglian would definitely light a cigarette now, but this is the crime scene, so obviously he can't: "Now tell me why you made that inference and what you need me to do."
Lin Chen leaned on the sofa, every trace of the air here made him uncomfortable, he calmed his breath, pointed to the musical instruments that Chao Dynasty knocked down just now, and said, "First of all, I have seen the guitar in Song Shengsheng's room, and the recording The state of this pile of rubbish in the room is completely different, with Song Shengsheng's serious attitude towards musical instruments, none of those musical instruments look like he has ever used them."
"So you suspect that it was used by Li Jingtian. He came to and used Song Shengsheng's recording studio?"
"It's just suspicion, but even if we detect Li Jingtian's fingerprints or DNA on it, it doesn't make any sense, and I really hope we don't detect Song Shengsheng's blood on it."
Xing Conglian nodded and said, "Continue."
"With Li Jingtian's extremely distorted attitude towards Song Shengsheng, he must do anything to humiliate Song Shengsheng. What's more exciting than humiliating Song Shengsheng in his most private and proud place?"
"right here?"
"Yeah." Lin Chen looked into the clean and tidy recording studio, a little unbearable, he hoped that the inferences he made were all his delusions, but Song Shengsheng had never experienced those things at all, "The outside is messy, but the inside of the recording studio is cluttered. But it's clean and tidy, with all the mics and racks moved aside, if I'm not mistaken..."
"The inside is clean and tidy because Li Jingtian often tortures Song Shengsheng inside."
Xing Conglian's voice rarely trembled.
Lin Chen retracted his gaze, but couldn't stop thinking about what Song Shengsheng had experienced in that small room: "I know such inferences are wild, but I have seen the photos of the scene, and those brackets were placed like this before the police search, of course. It's also possible that Song Shengsheng did the cleaning the day before..."
When Lin Chen said this, he couldn't go on.
How he hoped it was because Song Shengsheng had to clean the recording studio on a whim the day before.
Xing Conglian said: "Li Jingtian recorded the whole process while tormenting Song Shengsheng, and he also intercepted Song Shengsheng's screams and mixed it into his own record. CA company realized this later but couldn't find the master tape. Or are they afraid of the existence of a copy, so they sent Lu Xu and his brother to Song Shengsheng's house to take away all the music tapes from that period?"
"I'm afraid that's the case." Lin Chen felt that his eardrums tingled again, and the whole recording studio seemed to be surrounded by Song Sheng's heart-wrenching cry for help. Although it was extremely uncomfortable, he had to finish these things, "Song Sheng's voice is there. The habit of recording music tapes at home, he may be alone when recording, so he won't press the pause button in time. Maybe Li Jingtian found Song Shengsheng recording a song when he came occasionally, so he raped him on a whim and just those voices were recorded, Li Jingtian left That tape, or..." Lin Chen took a deep breath, "Li Jingtian specifically dragged Song Shengsheng's hair into the recording studio to torture him over and over again, he forced Song Shengsheng to shout out in the most shrill voice, and then Recording those voices, he will play the screams of Song Shengsheng to him again and again...even...he will put those shouting and begging for mercy into his album, and play them to Song Shengsheng again and again."
"Okay, I understand." Xing Conglian interrupted him quickly, "Don't think about those pictures just to explain to me."
Lin Chen knew it was a concern, but he still said, "It's not that you said you didn't think about those pictures and they never appeared." He looked at the cold floor inside and said, "If they happened and they really existed, then they would always be there. It's all there."
"Until the day when the injustice is reconciled." Xing Conglian said.
"Yeah, until the injustice is settled." Lin Chen said calmly, "but I have no evidence, even if the screams in Li Jingtian's album are mixed with the screams of Song as I guessed, but those sounds may have passed through. Tuning or other mixing methods have been processed, so it is difficult to identify the voice of Song Shengsheng, even if the identification is successful, Li Jingtian can easily infer that he does not know the source of those materials."
"So the only proof that Li Jingtian can never turn over is the complete original tape he recorded when he raped Song Shengsheng." Xing Conglian said, "And that original tape is exactly what Mu Zhuo was worried that Li Jingtian didn't destroy."
Finally, Lin Chen showed a cold smile: "Yes, I suspect that it is very likely that CA company did not find the original tape in the end, and even if they did, Li Jingtian must have a copy in his hand."
Xing Conglian looked at his watch and said, "Then Consultant Lin, we need to get it out of Li Jingtian's hands within three and a half hours."
Lin Chen nodded: "Now we first need a voiceprint identification expert to confirm that there is indeed Song Shengsheng's voice in Li Jingtian's album, but..." Lin Chen was a little worried, "The time is too short, and voiceprint identification is a very complicated process. , we may not even be able to find such an expert in time.”
"It's a coincidence that I know such a person, and he must be in time." Xing Conglian said.
Lin Chen wanted to ask who it was, but before he could speak, a knock on the door suddenly sounded.
Dynasty did not push the door directly in, but said anxiously through the door panel: "Boss, Li Jingtian is holding a press conference at the entrance of the embassy, come out and watch!"
"I see." Xing Conglian said.
Lin Chen was shocked, he couldn't help standing up and walked to the door, the moment he put his hand on the handrail, he felt his other hand was suddenly grabbed, his body swayed, and Xing Conglian took advantage of the situation and pulled him into his arms., hold tightly.