Chapter 107 Plasma
Why kill but not kill.
There are actually many answers to this question.
For example, hand shake, for example, the knife is not fast, but the biggest possibility is that when the girl with flowers crossed Li Jingtian's neck with a knife, he did not actually kill him, so Li Jingtian could escape the disaster and walk out of the emergency department. room.
This possibility, of course, is option C, an option that seems to be happy, but fascinating.
"So, are we going to reverse the investigation?" Xing Conglian probably thought of this too, and his face was a bit sad, so he finally lit the unlit cigarette again.
The smoke was soaring and the sun was dazzling.
Lin Chen couldn't figure this out for a while.
If Li Jingtian is the leader, in order to attract the public's attention for the hype, why not pretend to be more pitiful. You must know that walking out of the emergency room in front of such a multimedia face really looks like a self-directed self-acting speculation event. Like, so an experienced planner would never be able to do such a thing.
Then, from another perspective, if Li Jingtian is indeed a victim, the question is, why did the girl only make a cut on his neck, but did not kill him?
Lin Chen recalled the scene on the stage at that time, the microphone that bounced to the ground, the fingers tightly covering the neck and the blood leaking from the finger joints, no matter what, in terms of the amount of bleeding, Li Jingtian was not As if he could walk out of the emergency room alive, there must be something wrong here.
"Honestly, I think this matter has violated the laws of human physiology. It is impossible for normal people to maintain normal mobility after losing so much blood, which is incredible."
Xing Conglian touched his chin and said, "It seems that we can only trouble the husband of Comrade Zhang Xiaolong's colleague to probe the news?"
Li Jingtian's agent has already named the police. At this time, instead of actively expressing his stance, he chose to investigate secretly.
"It's better to keep a low profile," Lin Chen said.
"Then let's go back to the scene?" Xun Conglian asked.
"it is good."
After returning to the air-conditioned hall, Lin Chen remembered that he had to watch the time.
Time is the most obvious clue. At 11:25 noon, judging from the time Li Jingtian was taken to the hospital, in fact, he stayed in the emergency room for at most half an hour.
In half an hour, of course, it is not enough to complete a carotid artery repair operation. Then the only possibility is that Li Jingtian was really not seriously injured, and the young girl did show mercy.
So the key to the problem is still blood. Why does Li Jingtian bleed so much blood?
Xing Conglian stood on the stage, and said something to his colleagues in the Forensics Department. The other nodded, squatted on the ground, pointing at the large blood stain that was integrated with the red carpet. Looking for you, I don't think this is human blood. "
"What is not human blood, animal blood?"
"It's not like it." The Forensics Officer continued to shake his head.
They have cut a sample of the carpet and sent it to the laboratory. At this moment, it looks like the entire stage has been hollowed out. "We have to wait for the test results to come out."
Xun Cong frowned, as if he had guessed something, and then squatted down.
He took off his gloves and pressed his finger lightly on the blood. The police officer in the Forensics Division seemed to realize something. He just wanted to say something to stop it, but saw that Conglian had put his finger in his mouth and tasted it.
Lin Chen walked to the side of the stage and saw Xun Liangang finished licking his fingers and turned his head, as if to say to him endlessly: "Sweet, it tastes good."
Lin Chen didn't know what to say. He licked the victim's blood in the public court, which was a bit heavy.
Xun Lian was very indifferent. He patted his **** and stood up, and said, "The cream is added with artificial color, and it is just right."
Lin Chen froze and asked, "What's that?"
"A fake plasma prop, this recipe is very good, basically a Hollywood-level prop." Xing Conglian said, still smashing his mouth.
The forensics officer on the side was also scared: "What the **** is this a self-directed and self-acting cut throat?"
In fact, anyone who encounters similar things will probably make similar guesses.
Xun Lian turned his head, pressed his index finger on his lips, and motioned to the forensic police officer to speak quietly.
Lin Chen was silent, if it was said that it was a self-hype that caused the throat-cutting incident, it seemed too clever. Please ask a girl to pretend to be a fan and wipe her neck, using artificial plasma to create the illusion of tragedy, and leave behind. A bunch of cruel green roses. Although this event is very explosive, it is still a double-edged sword. A little carelessness will cause great damage to the artist's image.
This is still not worth the money.
When Lin Chen was still hesitant, he heard Xun Conglian asking: "If this is an artificial plasma, wouldn't it mean that there is only one murder case we are investigating?"
He was referring, of course, to the poor bird stabbed to death by the rose.
Xing Cong sighed and said, "A headache."
...
What makes Cong Lian feel a headache is, of course, not some artificial plasma and singers who are pretending to have their throats cut.
It really only caused him a headache, probably only some people, some people with a muscle.
The dynasty sat in an ice cream shop on the second floor of Ansheng International and ordered matcha-flavored smoothies. While eating cold drinks, he searched for the two questions Lin Chen had arranged for him.
First: Li Jingtian's identity background.
Second: Why are there too many fans to support Li Jingtian today.
The air-conditioning in the shop is full, and the waiter and sister are much more beautiful than other houses.
After he set the keywords, he ate a cold drink with a big mouthful, before he finished eating one, the computer beeps, indicating that the search is complete.
He stuffed the rest of the cold drink into his mouth, then sat cross-legged on the sofa, dragged the scroll bar, and read the search carefully.
To be honest, he really did n’t have much interest in gossip in the entertainment industry. Probably their straight men did n’t like the kind of intriguing tortuous stories. However, the gossip about Li Jingtian is really more **** than that kind of dog blood drama. When I saw it, I didn't even notice that someone pushed the glass door of the ice cream shop.
"So beautiful?"
The dynasty felt that someone was sitting next to him, and asked him by his side.
"Ah, don't talk." He waved and waved the man away like a fly.
But the person next to him had to come together to see him, so he pushed it towards the person's head, and it wasn't until the feeling of hand-shaking passed through the skin to the brain that he realized who the person sitting next to him was.
"Boss, why are you here!"
He jumped stupidly and sat down again: "Nothing, you scared me!"
"Xiao Wang Xiansen, I didn't expect you to still have this hobby."
Xing Cong flirted with the cigarette, looking at the blasting title on the screen, nodding.
On the screen is a piece of news. Compared with the hot headline, the picture is more eye-catching. It is a lady's lace **** thrown on a messy bedding, or black.
The dynasty subconsciously covered it, and then felt that it was wrong: "Boss, I am investigating the case. You have a correct attitude!"
Lin Chen sat in the opposite position and looked at the two in front of him, always feeling that they were not talking about a very good topic.
"Ah, Wang Xiansen, at your age, it's normal for people to have such a hobby." Xing Conglian touched the boy's head, a look that I understand.
"I rely on the boss, don't treat me like you think!"
The dynasty tried to stay away from him, but was tortured into a window seat, unable to move at all.
"Where and where, speaking, I don't know if you are really good, but the taste is a bit heavy ..." Xing Conglian said, sweeping the dynasty from head to toe, then turning his head and saying the title , "Private room princesses enter 100,000 a day, all kinds of novel gameplay shocked reporters?"
After hearing the sentence, he even read the title aloud, and the dynasty's blush was dripping with blood. Although Lin Chen also knew that the young man probably found some key clues, his shy look was so cute.
So he couldn't help laughing.
Probably didn't want to talk to Xing Conglian. The boy turned his head and looked at him seriously, saying, "Achen, it is really a clue about the case related to Li Jingtian!"
"Oh ..." Lin Chen lengthened his tone, then slowly said, "In fact, you can do anything you like. After all, you are young, just pay attention to safety ..."
"Achen!"
The teenager interrupted him indignantly.