Chapter 157 Four Tones 69 Foresight

Song Shengsheng would not commit suicide.

No one dies before a wish is about to be fulfilled.

Lin Chen thought so before walking into that bathroom.

But when he really walked to the door of the bathroom facing the sound of the forensic camera and the successive flashes of flashing lights, the scene inside still made him almost kneel on the ground. She lost her temper when she met Song Shengsheng for the first time.

He had never seen such a death scene before. The scene in front of him was so tragic and gorgeous that his five senses seemed to be closed, and he watched everything in front of him from another world like a ghost.

At the end of the vast dark green tiles, there is an ivory-white bathtub. A naked man sits quietly in the bathtub. He had a naive smile, and his short, withered but very soft hair was sticking to his refreshing forehead. He really didn't look young anymore. Eight years in prison had tortured him to the point of completely losing his human form. Only a thin layer of skin covered the skeleton, even so, at the moment of his death, it seemed to return to his eighteen-year-old appearance.

He was so at ease, even though the bathtub was full of blood, he seemed to be lying in the snow-like light, and all his suffering had disappeared.

Lin Chen still took a deep breath, walked into the bathroom, and came to Song Shengsheng.

This was the first time he had met with Song Shengsheng, and it was also the meeting he had been looking forward to for a long time. However, this meeting came too late, and he was separated by life and death.

Lin Chen bent down and wanted to touch Song Shengsheng's cheek.

At this moment, Xing Conglian grabbed his hand, and the moment when the warm palm touched his skin, the surrounding scene took off its transparent shell in an instant, and all the colors, smells, and sounds rushed into his mind crazily. The blood in his body first flooded his body, he was choked to the point of vomiting, but he still endured it.

He stood up straight and watched Song Shengsheng's body carefully.

There was a bloody mouth on Song Shengsheng's neck. It was an extremely ugly wound, as if it could absorb all the bright black holes.

The blood was half dry, and his head drooped softly on the edge of the bathtub, like a long-dead white swan by the pond. Under the pure blue sky and the transparent lake, it was heartbreakingly beautiful.

"What is the preliminary judgment on the cause of death and the time of death?" Lin Chen stood in front of Song Shengsheng's corpse, not knowing how he could still speak.

"It was suicide," said the forensic doctor beside him. "The time of death was around 3:30 a.m. on June 1."

"It's impossible for him to commit suicide." Lin Chen said decisively.

"Are you questioning my professional ability?" Mr. Forensic asked rhetorically.

Xing Conglian interrupted them: "What is the murder weapon?"

"A razor blade." The forensic doctor said, crouching down, unfolding Song Shengsheng's curled hands and showing them, "Mr. Song Shengsheng removed the blade from the razor and cut his throat with force, the scars on his fingers can be Prove it."

Lin Chen's eyes fell on Song Shengsheng's throat again, the wound was bloody, but he could still feel Song Shengsheng's decisive attitude from the depth of the incision.

Song Shengsheng was determined to die without hesitation.

"Give me a pair of gloves." Lin Chen said to the police officer beside him.

The other party quickly delivered a pair of rubber gloves, Lin Chen put them on, and began to examine Song Shengsheng's body.

The moment he pulled Song Shengsheng's finger, a loud roar came from behind: "Lin Chen, what are you doing, why do you touch him!"

He turned his head and saw Ai Ye standing at the door of the bathroom. Ai Ye was excited. If the police hadn't stopped him, Lin Chen felt that the other party's fist was about to hit his cheek.

Lin Chen looked at Ai Ye coldly and said, "Don't get excited, I'm just looking for evidence that he won't commit suicide." Crime scene."

After saying this, he no longer ignored Aino's shouting voice, but began to carefully examine Song Shengsheng's fingers.

Although Song Shengsheng's fingers were covered with blood, the nails of his right index finger were obviously shorter and flatter than the other four fingers, and there were thick calluses there.

I still remember that there was also a very deep & engraved on the edge of the bed where Song Shengsheng slept in Yanjia Lane Bakery. It contains countless meanings such as persistence, faith, protection, etc. If Song Shengsheng did not die of suicide, if he still has faith, this symbol will definitely appear around him, and he still has a blade in his hand, he can completely carve it on the inner wall of the bathtub. what……

With such thoughts flooding his mind, Lin Chen checked Song Shengsheng's hand over and over again, and checked the inner wall of the bathtub. In fact, the inner wall of the hotel bathtub was indeed full of countless tiny scratches, but there were no nicks in the shape of "&".

The more he couldn't find it, the more panicked Lin Chen's mind became. It must be the blood that covered his last symbol or some other reason. How could Song Shengsheng suddenly lose his faith, how could he suddenly commit suicide?

He and Song Shengsheng were so close, as if he could stretch out his hand to pull the person in front of him from the shadow of death, but he couldn't do anything. He looked at Song Shengsheng's face and thought seriously, what should I do? , I don't even have proof that you won't die so easily.

Lin Chen gradually felt hopeless, and he could barely control his movements.

At this moment, Xing Conglian finally grabbed him.

The man's firm, metallic voice sounded in his ear: "Enough."

Xing Conglian said so.

Lin Chen put his hand on the bathtub, he lowered his head and turned his head slowly, only to see the surrounding police officers looking at him with eyes like a lunatic, he looked at Xing Conglian again, only to hear the other party continue: "Let's go out. Take a breath."

Xing Conglian's eyes were so hard, and there seemed to be some flame burning in his green eyes, and that kind of firm emotion that couldn't be destroyed made Lin Chen wake up instantly.

"Okay," he replied.

Lin Chen followed Xing Conglian out of the bathroom and gave the scene to the police officers on the scene.

Song Shengsheng lived in a luxurious suite on the top floor of the hotel. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the whole city seemed to be still in deep sleep. The streetlights were like tears, and the places where the sky and the earth met further afield showed a dark blue that can only be seen at dawn.

This is the third time he has been to Yongchuan recently. Although his mood is a little different each time, whether he is facing those students who are collectively unconscious or facing Li Jingtian, he always feels that he still has the belief to overcome everything. However, now, it seems that Something left with Song Shengsheng's death, he not only had no faith, but also lost hope.

Xing Conglian put his hand on his shoulder, overlooking the whole city with him: "I'm sorry."

Hearing this, Lin Chen stared blankly at Xing Conglian and asked, "Why?"

"The responsibility of Song Shengsheng's death should be shouldered by me, it has nothing to do with you." Xing Conglian looked at him deeply, and did not give him any chance to persuade him, "Actually, your hunch is not wrong, but I did not fully believe and support it. Your judgment, specifically, there are actually many ways for me to help you meet Song Shengsheng in advance, such as forcibly breaking into Song Shengsheng's residence, which was caused by my failure to do my best."

His tone was gentle but sad. It was the first time Lin Chen saw Xing Conglian speak in a regretful tone, but it was not self-blame, but in his words, he was taking responsibility.

Lin Chen didn't care about what Xing Conglian said, but when he looked into Xing Conglian's eyes, he realized that Xing Conglian was very, very sad at the moment. It was only then that he discovered that in his mind, he always thought that Xing Conglian was powerful and invincible, but in fact Xing Conglian was also a human being and would be saddened. Lin Chen thought, even for the sake of Xing Conglian. , he should be a little stronger.

He suppressed those unbearable emotions again, and turned to Xing Conglian and said, "The two of us should not rush to take responsibility."

Xing Conglian glanced at him hesitantly, as if to find his true emotions in his eyes, but Lin Chen thought, after all, he was more professional: "I don't think Song Shengsheng would commit suicide."

He quickly used the topic to draw Xing Conglian's attention.

"So, what were you looking for just now..." Xing Conglian frowned and asked, "That symbol?"

Lin Chen nodded.

"Did you see Song Shengsheng's fingers? He kept drawing that symbol before his fingers were ground like that. He reminded himself to persevere, even in the dark prison life he persevered, why did he die? Before he gets what he wants?" Lin Chen looked back, there was no one around them, but he kept his voice down, "I think there must be a problem here."

"But you didn't find that&."

"Yeah, this is what I don't understand very much." Lin Chen continued, "Although I have never met him, I am probably the person who knows him best in the world. People choose to commit suicide mostly because they want to Can you use death to get rid of the pain, but Song Shengsheng has already experienced Li Jingtian's pain and the hopeless life in prison. He can endure the pain too much. I don't even know what pain in this world he can't bear. ?"

"That is to say, there are two possibilities now. First, someone forced him to commit suicide; second, there is something more painful than a prison life, so that he can no longer hold on, and this kind of pain can even overcome his stillness to the world. Existing love..."

Xing Conglian's words made Lin Chen feel unbearable, but he still shook his head: "I don't know if he was forced to commit suicide, but I think he may not choose to die because he couldn't bear the pain." Lightly placed it on Xing Conglian's neck, wiped it, and said seriously: "This is just a feeling, but you see, choosing to cut the throat is almost the fastest way to die in the world. If it goes well, he will die within ten seconds. No matter what motivated him to commit suicide, he was determined to die, and no one could beat him."

Xing Conglian asked: "Then let me change the question. Apart from the shortest time of death, why did he choose to cut his throat? It really makes me think of what Li Jingtian did."

"I don't know." Lin Chen felt a splitting headache again, everything seemed to be inextricably linked, but he couldn't see through the thick blood in it, "Li Jingtian will arrive today, of course we have a chance Ask him face to face, but first of all, no matter why he chose to die, I suspect Aino has a problem."

From the very first phone call, Aino had unexplained and inexplicable hostility towards him.

Although he also agreed in his heart that the reason why Ayano was dissatisfied with him was because he forcibly opened up Song Shengsheng's painful past, he still suspected that it was Ayano who was behind him preventing him from meeting Song Shengsheng.

Xing Conglian glanced at him and said, "Song Shengsheng is already dead, and the hotel surveillance video also proves that Ai Ye was in his room when Song Shengsheng died. We don't have any evidence to prove that there is something wrong with him."

"Indeed, not only do we have no evidence, but we also don't have any direction to find evidence." Lin Chen said and paused for a moment, "But it can't be said that there is no direction at all. The reason why I think Aino has a problem is that just now, Aino wants to put the blame for causing Shengsheng's suicide on me." Lin Chen smiled bitterly, "It's not that I don't want to take responsibility, in fact, I'm probably the person in the world who wants to be most responsible for his death besides you. But at least now is not the time for us to make concluding remarks and condemn ourselves."

"But on the surface, Xiangye is very good to Song Shengsheng. To prove your point, the first thing you have to do is to prove that Xiangye is not as good as he has shown. He either hurt Song Shengsheng or forced Song Shengsheng, which indirectly led to Song Shengsheng's suicide. ." Xing Conglian raised a very crucial question, "How do you prove this?"

Lin Chen shook his head: "I don't know, there may be problems that we can't imagine now, but I know that if Aino really wants me to take responsibility, he will definitely find a witness next to prove that the cause of Song Shengsheng's death is my problem, and then A huge public outcry was launched, and I became the target of public criticism, so when they start to act, it may also be the time when they start to make mistakes.”

"For example, bring the psychiatrist who treated Song Shengsheng?" Xing Conglian asked.