Chapter 154 Four Tones 66 Want To See You

All this is what it looks like.

For example, that person looks like Song Shengsheng, for example, he looks like his personal safety is not restricted, for example, Aino seems to be very good to him.

Ayano's hand was always on Song Shengsheng's back to protect him. The scene of the two of them in front of the camera flashed away, leaving only the back of them crossing the lawn and entering the police station. Finally, the door opened and Ayano put his hand down from Song Shengsheng's body. , Song Shengsheng didn't look like he was being coerced, Lin Chen breathed a sigh of relief.

The screen is now over.

It was only a short live broadcast, but even the police officers in front of the TV felt nervous about witnessing some major event.

Looking at the relaxed and relieved colleagues, Lin Chen silently withdrew from the crowd, pushed open the door and walked out of the room.

He stood by the window and looked out.

He felt that he had no reason to doubt Zai Song Shengsheng's personal safety. After all, if Aino dared to bring Song Shengsheng into the police station openly, it meant that Song Shengsheng should still be free and safe. Asking the police for help, not to mention that in that three-month-old bakery, he could have asked any passerby for help.

Or maybe, Song Shengsheng didn't dare to ask for help because he was coerced, but he was alone, with neither father, mother, nor lover, and the previous documents did not show that he had been in a serious relationship with anyone, so what could Aino use? to threaten Song Shengsheng.

Besides, let's not talk about it, what reason does Ai Ye have to control Song Shengsheng, in order to let Song Shengsheng return to the music scene to earn high profits?

If this is the inference, it will return to the original point, unless Aino uses something to coerce Song Shengsheng, why should Song Shengsheng cooperate.

There is also a possibility that the person is not Song Shengsheng at all, but Song Shengsheng has been in prison, and his fingerprints must be in the library. It is impossible for Xiangye not to know this.

Lin Chen's thoughts are like a mess. In the distance, there are patches of dark blue roofs, and the river water glows with clear and quiet colors in the early summer light. Lin Chen looks at the city where he lives, and the distance is a peaceful life within his reach. , everything looks fine.

He feels that the worry that can be called suspicious in his heart should be stopped. Don't always feel that the world is full of conspiracies and tricks, you are just an occupational disease...

He persuaded himself until the faint smell of tobacco flickered around him.

Lin Chen turned his head suddenly, Xing Conglian didn't know when he was standing beside him.

"Worrying about Song Shengsheng?" Xing Conglian asked.

"How can you not be worried." Lin Chen smiled bitterly, "This is really the first time I have encountered a situation, in fact, I can understand why Song Shengsheng would rather go back to Fengchun Police Station than see me, if someone tells me something unspeakable I would also be very angry if the tragic past was forcibly revealed."

"Don't think like that." Xing Conglian took a deep breath, "It's too pessimistic."

"Is it."

Xing Conglian exhaled, and the blue-gray smoke billowed up, he said, "You have to believe that the Song Shengsheng you saved is not that kind of person, maybe he still has a knot in his heart, maybe he has words of suffering, maybe he needs it now It's your seemingly meaningless effort that you never give up."

Lin Chen felt that Xing Conglian seemed extraordinarily handsome today.

"Xing Conglian." He called out his name.

"I am here."

"But I'm out of ideas now."

"Luckily I still have some."

Xing Conglian said, holding up a confession and shaking it to him.

...

Seemingly meaningless efforts are things that don't necessarily yield results no matter how much effort you put in.

The confession that Xing Conglian just brought was something similar.

That was the statement that Xing Conglian instructed the other police officers to tell the planner of the meeting at Ansheng International Mall and the person in charge of the Li Jingtian fan club. The core question is: who arranged the murder of the female fan?

But unfortunately, when Lin Chen read the confession, he found that it was still a dead end.

The planner said that the perpetrator was arranged by the fan club, but the person in charge of the fan club denied this, and then the planner showed his mobile phone contact text message to prove his innocence. Facing the text message marked with his own number, the person in charge of the fan club denied that the text message was She sent it, in short, this is another bad debt that is unclear.

"Remember Li Jingtian's Weibo?" Xing Conglian asked.

Lin Chen nodded: "Are you saying that someone hacked the phone of the person in charge of the fan club like stealing Li Jingtian's Weibo?"

Xing Conglian was noncommittal and just called the dynasty.

"Sir, I'm downstairs, why did you call me specifically?" Wang Chao's brisk voice sounded.

"This sentence is not good, say another sentence." Xing Conglian said.

"Sir, your assistant Xiao Wang will serve you wholeheartedly!" Dynasty Dogleg said.

Lin Chen raised his eyebrows and glanced at Xing Conglian.

Xing Conglian said to the person on the other end of the phone with satisfaction: "How can the text message I sent you be displayed as your brother Achen's number on your mobile phone?"

"Sir Report, you can do it with a fool's software that can be downloaded anywhere on the Internet, over." Wang Chao finished speaking seriously, and added, "Lord Hong Kong, you must study advanced scientific and cultural knowledge..."

Before the young man finished talking, Xing Conglian hung up the phone mercilessly. He put the phone on the table and fell into deep thought.

Lin Chen looked at the dimming screen on the table, Li Jingtian said that his Weibo post was only after the photo was stolen: "But what if Li Jingtian didn't lie?"

"This is a conspiracy theory, and similar conjectures are already approaching the direction of thrillers." Xing Conglian changed the conversation, "But we can still check this line."

"Liu Ying?"

"Yeah, it's impossible for a big star like Li Jingtian to do these things by himself, and there must be a specific manager."

"So, where is Liu Ying?" Lin Chen asked again.

"Consultant Lin, look, Liu Ying, as a citizen of our country who is not subject to diplomatic protection, is also a suspect in a criminal case, then he..."

Lin Chen widened his eyes: "Are we downstairs?"

Lin Chen didn't know when Xing Conglian arranged this matter, but Xing Conglian always has the ability to consider all the details.

That night, they had also interrogated Li Jingtian's girl fans in the basement detention room, and now it was finally Li Jingtian's manager's turn.

Ms. Liu Ying no longer had the aura she used to have. Her hair was messy and her face was haggard. She only sat on a small corner of the small bed in the detention room because she disliked the bedding.

Hearing the door opening, Liu Ying rushed to the door very excitedly.

Xing Conglian walked in first, and Liu Ying grabbed his cuff and said excitedly: "Captain Xing, when can I leave, I really can't stay any longer!"

"I know...I know..." Xing Conglian looked very kind, he patted Liu Ying's hand and found a chair, "Are you going to bail?"

Lin Chen entered the door behind Xing Conglian, and Liu Ying's face turned pale the moment he saw him. Seeing this, Lin Chen finally knew who should be white and who should be red now.

"It's impossible." Lin Chen sat down on the chair and said to Xing Conglian, "If she doesn't explain clearly, I won't agree to bail." He had a cold face.

Xing Conglian said: "Ms. Liu, you see that your current problem is really serious. Li Jingtian fled back to China by himself, and he is completely taking the blame on you. You also know the serious nature of the accident in Ansheng International Market. Cutting the throat is a trivial matter, but the key is It's a stampede accident, it's not just three years or more but less than five years, maybe ten or twenty years, what else can you explain?"

"I said!" Liu Ying looked like I wanted to explain it for a long time, "All this was planned by Li Jingtian, and it has nothing to do with me!"

Lin Chen glanced at Xing Conglian, and said to Liu Ying, "Li Jingtian will be escorted back to China soon, don't think that you can just put things on him."

"It's really Li Jingtian, I didn't know he was so mad." Liu Ying gritted his teeth, "Before the fan meeting in the mall, he told me that it was because his rape case had a bad impact. In order to eliminate the impact, it is best to abuse him. Bullying."

"Abusing fans?"

"It's just that something happens to make the fans feel sorry for you. Once you abuse the fans, the cohesion of the fan group will rise... Besides, fans are stupid and sweet, and they will definitely protect you indiscriminately, and the public has something to attract their attention. New incident, who will watch your rape case again."

"Good trick." Lin Chen sneered, "Is this Li Jingtian's idea?"

"Yes, he asked me to arrange for a girl to come on stage and pretend to hurt his throat, and said that in order to clear the suspicion, he would put the blame on the prostitute who framed him..."

"So that text message that the shopping mall plan received?"

"That's all from me." Liu Ying whispered.

Sure enough, his suspicion was still wrong, Li Jingtian was indeed lying.

When Lin Chen recalled the chaos the day before yesterday, he was only shocked. A huge poster suddenly appeared in his mind, and Li Jingtian showed a hideous smile in the picture.

"So, that huge poster in the mall was also Li Jingtian's idea?"

"Our company posters are all this size, but Sedum did say that he must hang his picture at the top, so I emphasized that with the store manager."

"I understand."

After listening to Liu Ying's statement, Lin Chen did not feel relieved.

The incident was consistent with his reasoning, and there was no problem, so he asked the last question: "So, what about Xu Ran, did you also ask her to come to Hongjing?"

At the moment when he asked the question, the woman who was still holding on suddenly looked miserable, and her face finally showed a look of despair: "Consultant Lin, I must go to jail, right?"

Lin Chen nodded.

"I think so too." Liu Ying's eyes turned red, "That thing is true, I should have lost her life." Liu Ying covered her eyes with her hands and lowered her head deeply, "But I I don't know... I think like everyone else, how could Li Jingtian touch a dirty chicken..."

Lin Chen took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it over.

Liu Ying took the paper, endured the pain, and narrated in a low voice: "Sedum asked me to call Xu Ran and ask her to come to Hongjing to meet. So I lied to Xu Ran and said that I had also been raped by Li Jingtian. I wanted to help her, and then I made her put on a fan meeting dress and said I would take her to reveal Li Jingtian's true face at the scene of the fan meeting..." By the time she said this, Liu Ying was already sobbing, "I pretended to go to the toilet. , threw her in that McDonald's, I told her not to be seen by anyone, and then went to the hospital, she must have waited for me for a long time before going out. She believed me so much, she called my sister , she still treats me as a good person, but I lied to her, I killed her..."

But I lied to her, I killed her...

Liu Ying repeated these words over and over again, and Lin Chen walked out of the detention room following her words of extreme sadness and self-blame.

Behind the iron gate, the lady who always held her head high, sat on the bed and burst into tears.

【two】

Lin Chen and Xing Conglian walked upstairs again from the dark and damp underground, the sunlight coming in from various windows made him very uncomfortable.

He lowered his head and reached out to cover his eyes.

"I will contact Li Jingtian as soon as possible to escort Li Jingtian back." When Xing Conglian stopped him and wanted to say something, the phone rang.

Xing Conglian motioned to him to wait a moment, then answered the phone: "Hello, Team Liu, hello."

The person on the other end of the phone didn't know what to say, Xing Conglian kept silent, and finally he said, "I understand, thank you."

He hung up the phone and said only one sentence: "Captain Liu of the Fengchun Police Force said that he had his fingerprints checked, and it was Song Shengsheng."

Lin Chen once again felt a nervous feeling that his heart was being pulled.

Probably because his eyes were too eager, before he could ask any questions, Xing Conglian said directly: "The confession has basically been asked, and there should be no problem with Aino. The incident is roughly the same as what we deduced."

"Song Shengsheng said, why did he want to work?"

Xing Conglian said: "He said that the reason why he worked in the bakery was because the psychiatrist Aino found for him persuaded him to try to get in touch with society slowly."

"Psychologist?"

"right."

Lin Chen thought that if he gave Song Shengsheng psychotherapy, then in the middle and late stages of the treatment, he would also encourage Song Shengsheng to try to reconnect with society and live a normal life. This is the normal treatment process carried out by every psychiatrist.

It's just that the worries in his heart have not dissipated: "Can you know what psychological problems the psychiatrist did to Song Shengsheng?"

He regretted asking the question. Although he really wanted to see the psychiatrist's treatment record, he knew that he would only be relieved if he saw that thing, but he was very clear that he shouldn't see that thing, because as early as in the college exam he The first of many counseling codes I have recited is: psychological counselors have the responsibility to keep the privacy of the client, unless they agree or have special needs, and shall not disclose it.

This is the moral bottom line of psychotherapy.

Finally, he resisted the impulse in his heart and said to Xing Conglian, "Please assume that I didn't ask that question just now."

Xing Conglian gave him a deep look and said, "They should be out soon, let's watch TV."

They were standing in front of the TV again.

In these short two days, they have watched too many live TV broadcasts and experienced too many moments of seeing each other from afar.

In the TV screen, Fengchun Police Station stands majestically, the sun is blazing, and the grass is green.

The reporter stood in front of the camera with his mobile phone. He looked down at something and broadcast the report with excitement: "Dear viewers and friends, just now, all of our media received a copy of Mr. Song Shengsheng's autograph. Announcement, now, the electronic file of this letter is in my mobile phone."

After a while, the reporter read the complete article, raised his head suddenly, and his tone was very encouraging: "Mr. Song Shengsheng said in the letter that he has been actively receiving psychological treatment since he was released from prison, and he has been carrying out restorative training with the goal of returning to the stage. Even in the darkest moments of his life, he never gave up. Today, when the truth is revealed, he sincerely thanks the many fans who have always trusted him and supported him wholeheartedly. He also hopes that everyone will not be too concerned about his privacy issues, and It is to focus on his next activities, the darkness of the past has passed, he will continue to work hard for a bright future, he will not succumb to bad luck, fans and friends please wait patiently!"

The reporter's voice did not fall, and a flash of light came on.

The camera shifted in an instant, and the door of Fengchun Police Station suddenly opened. Facing the bright light, Song Shengsheng and Xiangye walked out of the police station.

Reporters swarmed forward and spit out all kinds of crazy questions at Song Shengsheng.

"Shengsheng, Shengsheng, will you file a judicial claim with the police?"

"The police have revealed when will Li Jingtian be escorted back to China for trial?"

"Shengsheng, after so many things, how do you feel?"

"Sound, is there anything you want to say to your fans?"

At that moment, Song Shengsheng stopped.

Aino put his hand on his back, as if he wanted him to say something.

Lin Chen looked at the singer who was wearing a white T on TV.

Song Shengsheng also looked at the camera.

He took off the mask that had been covering his face, his eyes were firm, like fire, he looked deeply into the camera, then bent down and bowed.

But said nothing.

Lin Chen stared at Song Shengsheng's bent back, time seemed to freeze at that moment, he said to Xing Conglian, "Anyway, I still want to see him."