[a]

This qiē is what it looks like.

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

Aino's hand has been placed on Song Shengsheng's back to protect him, the picture of the two in front of the camera flashed, and all that was left was their backs crossing the lawn into the police station, finally, the door opened, Aino put his hand down from Song Shengsheng, Song Shengsheng did not look like he was coerced, Lin Chen breathed a sigh of relief.

This is the end of the picture.

Obviously, it was only a short live broadcast, but even the police officers in front of the TV had a nervous feeling of witnessing some serious incident.

Looking at the colleagues who were relaxed and relieved, Lin Chen silently withdrew from the crowd, pushed 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 Song Shengsheng's personal safety, after all, Aino dared to take Song Shengsheng into the police station openly, which means that Song Shengsheng should still be free and safe, after all, if Song Shengsheng was accused, he could have asked the police for help when he walked into the police station, not to mention that in those three months, in that cake shop full of oil smoke, he could have asked for help like any passerby.

Or perhaps, Song Shengsheng didn't dare to ask for help because he was coerced, but he was alone, without a father, mother, or lover, and the previous information did not show that he had a serious relationship with anyone, so what could Aino use to threaten Song Shengsheng.

Besides, not to mention the passage of time, what reason does Aino have to control Song Shengsheng, in order to let Song Shengsheng return to the music scene to earn high profits?

If this is the case, it is necessary to return to the original point, unless Aino coerced Song Shengsheng with something, why should Song Shengsheng cooperate.

There is also a possibility that that person is not Song Shengsheng at all, but Song Shengsheng has been in prison, and the fingerprints must be in the library, it is impossible for Aino not to know this, and there is no point in finding a substitute.

Lin Chen's thoughts were like a mess, in the distance were patches of teal green roofs, the river was shining with clear and quiet colors in the early summer light, Lin Chen looked at the city he lived in, and in the distance was the peaceful life at his fingertips, all of which looked very good.

He felt that the worries in his heart that could be called suspicious should be stopped, and that the world should not always feel that the world is full of intrigues and intrigues, and that you are just an occupational disease......

He persuaded himself until the faint smell of tobacco suddenly enveloped him.

Lin Chen suddenly turned his head, and the torture congregation didn't know when he was standing by his side.

"Worried about Song Shengsheng?" The criminal servant 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 return to the Fengchun Police Station than see me, if someone forcibly reveals my unspeakable tragic past, I will also be very angry." ”

"Don't think like that." Conglian took a deep puff of his cigarette, "It's too pessimistic. ”

"Yes."

The torturer took a puff of cigarette, blue-gray smoke curled up, and he said: "You have to believe that the Song Shengsheng you saved is not that kind of person, maybe he has a knot in his heart now, maybe he has a bitter word, maybe what he needs now is your seemingly meaningless but never give up efforts." ”

Lin Chen felt that Xing Conglian seemed to be particularly handsome today.

"Torture from the company." He opened his mouth and called his name.

"I'm here."

"But I don't have any ideas anymore."

"Luckily I still have some."

The torturer Lian said, holding up a confession and shaking it at him.

……

Seemingly meaningless efforts are things that do not necessarily yield results no matter how much effort is put in.

The confession that Lian Gang just got was something similar.

It was a confession from the criminal company to the rest of the police officers to the planner of the Ansheng International Shopping Mall meeting and the person in charge of Li Jingtian's fan club, and the core question was: Who arranged the murderous female fan?

But it's a pity that when Lin Chen finished reading 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 a mobile phone contact text message to prove his innocence, and the person in charge of the fan club denied that the text message was sent by her.

"Do you remember Li Jingtian's Weibo?" The criminal servant asked.

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

The punishment was noncommittal, but only dialed the phone.

"This gentleman, I'm downstairs, why did you call me specifically?" Dynasty's brisk voice rang out.

"This sentence is not good, change it." Torture Conglian said.

"Sir, your assistant Xiao Wang will serve you wholeheartedly!" Dynasty dogleg road.

Lin Chen raised his eyebrows and glanced at Xing Conglian.

Xing Conglian was very satisfied and said to the person on the other end of the phone: "How can the text message I sent you be displayed on your mobile phone as your brother Chen's number. ”

"Report to my lord, a fool's software that can be downloaded on the Internet can do it, over." After Wang Chao finished speaking, he added, "Lord Hong Kong, you must study advanced scientific and cultural knowledge......

Before the young man could finish chattering, the torturer hung up the phone mercilessly, and he put the phone on the table and fell into deep thought.

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

"It's a conspiracy theory, and similar conjectures are already moving in the direction of thrillers." "But we can still check on this line." ”

"Liu Ying?"

"Yes, it is impossible for a big star like Li Jingtian to do these things by himself, and there must always be a specific person in charge."

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

"Advisor Lin, you see, Liu Ying, as a citizen of my country who is not under diplomatic protection, and at the same time a suspect in a criminal case, then he ......"

Lin Chen's eyes widened: "In our downstairs?" ”

Lin Chen didn't know when this matter was arranged by Xing Conglian, but Xing Conglian always had the ability to consider the details thoroughly.

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

Ms. Liu Ying is no longer the aura of the past, her hair is messy, her face is haggard, and she only sits in a small corner of the small bed in the detention room because she dislikes the bedding.

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

The criminal Lian Lian walked in first, and Liu Ying grabbed his cuffs and said excitedly: "Captain Torture, when can I go, I really can't stay!" ”

"I know...... I know......" Conglian looked very kind, he patted Liu Ying's hand and found a chair, "You want to be released on bail, right?" ”

Lin Chen entered the door behind the torture company, Liu Ying's face turned pale the moment he saw him, seeing this situation, Lin Chen finally knew who should pretend to be white and who should pretend to be red now.

"It can't be." Lin Chen sat down on the chair and said to the criminal Conglian, "If she doesn't explain clearly, I won't agree to bail." He grimaced.

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

"I say!" Liu Ying looked like I had wanted to explain for a long time, "This qiē was planned by Li Jingtian, and it has nothing to do with me!" ”

Lin Chen glanced at the torture company and said to Liu Ying: "Li Jingtian will be escorted back to China soon, don't think that you can just push the matter on him." ”

"It's really Li Jingtian, I don't know he's so crazy." Liu Ying gritted her teeth, "Before the fan meeting in the mall, he told me that it was because his rape case had a bad impact, and in order to eliminate the impact, it was best to abuse fans." ”

"Abuse fans?"

"It's just that something happens so that fans can feel sorry for you, and as soon as you abuse the fans, the cohesion of the fan group will rise...... Besides, fans are all stupid and sweet, they will definitely defend you indiscriminately, and the public, with new events that attract their attention, who will look at your rape case again. ”

"Good means." Lin Chen sneered, "This is 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 his name, he would put the blame on the □□ who framed him......"

"So the mall planning got that text message?"

"I sent it." Liu Ying whispered.

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

Lin Chen recalled the chaos of the day before yesterday and only felt frightened, and a huge poster suddenly appeared in his mind, and Li Jingtian showed a hideous smile in the picture.

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

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

"I see."

After listening to Liu Ying's statement, Lin Chen did not feel a sense of relief.

What happened 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 turned miserable, and her face finally showed a desperate look: "Consultant Lin, I must go to prison, right?" ”

Lin Chen nodded.

"I think so, too." Liu Ying's eyes turned red, "That incident is true, I should pay for her life." Liu Ying covered her eyes with her hands and lowered her head deeply, "But I don't know...... Like everyone else, I think 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 whispered: "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, and I wanted to help her, and then I asked her to wear the skirt of the fan club, and said that I would take her to reveal Li Jingtian's true face at the fan meeting......" When she said this, Liu Ying couldn't cry, "I pretended to go to the toilet and 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, long time before going out." She believed in me so much, she called me sister, and she still treated me as a good person, but I lied to her, and I killed her......"

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

Liu Ying repeated this sentence over and over again, and Lin Chen walked out of the detention room with her words of sorrow and self-blame.

Behind the iron gate, the lady who always held her head high sat on the bed and cried heartbreakingly.

[two]

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

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

"I will do my best to escort Li Jingtian back." The torturer stopped him by the shoulder, and when he wanted to say something more, his mobile phone rang.

The torturer beckoned him to wait, and then picked up the phone: "Hey, hello Team Liu." ”

The person on the other end of the phone didn't know what to say, and the torture conglian was silent until he finally said, "I understand, thank you." ”

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

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

Probably because his gaze was too eager, and before he could ask any questions, Xing Conglian said directly: "The confession has basically been asked, there should be no problem with Aino, and the course of the matter is generally consistent with our inference." ”

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

"He said that the reason why he worked at the cake shop was because the psychiatrist Aino gave him advised him to try to get in touch with society slowly. ”

"Psychiatrist?"

"Yes."

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

It's just that the worry in his heart has not dissipated: "Can you know what kind of psychological problems the psychiatrist treated Song Shengsheng for?" ”

He regretted it when he asked the question. Although he really wanted to see the psychiatrist's treatment records, he knew that he would only be truly relieved if he saw it, but he knew very well that he shouldn't read that thing, because the first of the many counseling rules he had memorized in the university exam was that the counselor had the responsibility to protect the client** and not disclose it unless he or she consented to it or had a special need.

This is the moral bottom line of psychotherapy.

Finally, he resisted the impulse in his heart and said to the torture conglian, "Please treat it as if I didn't ask that question just now." ”

The torturer Lian looked at him deeply and said, "They should come out immediately, let's go watch TV." ”

They were standing in front of the TV again.

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

In the TV picture, the 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, and while he looked down at something, he reported excitedly: "Friends and viewers, just now, all of our media received a notice signed by Mr. Song Shengsheng, and now, the electronic file of this letter is in my mobile phone. ”

After a while, the reporter read the whole article, suddenly raised his head, and his tone was very inspiring: "Mr. Song Shengsheng said in the letter that he had been actively receiving psychological treatment since he was released from prison, and he had always been training for recovery with the goal of returning to the stage, and he never gave up even in the darkest time of his life. Today, when the truth is revealed, he sincerely thanks the many fans who have always trusted him and supported him wholeheartedly. At the same time, he hopes that everyone will not care too much about his ** problem, but instead pay attention to his next activities, the darkness of the past has passed, he will continue to work hard for a bright future, he will not give in to bad luck, please be patient with fans and friends! ”

Before the reporter could finish speaking, a flash light lit up.

The camera shifted suddenly, and the gate of the Fengchun Police Station suddenly opened, and in the bright sky, Song Shengsheng and Aino walked out of the police station.

The reporters rushed forward and spat out all kinds of crazy questions to Song Shengsheng.

"Shengsheng, Shengsheng, will you make a judicial claim to the police?"

"Has the police revealed when Li Jingtian will be escorted back to China for trial?"

"Shengsheng, how do you feel after going through so much?"

"Shengsheng, 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 in white T on TV.

Song Shengsheng also looked at the camera.

He took off the mask that had been covering his face, his gaze was resolute, like a flame, he looked deeply at the camera, and then bent down and bowed.

But he didn't say a word.

Lin Chen stared at Song Shengsheng's bent back, time seemed to freeze at that moment, and he said to Xing Conglian: "No matter what, I still want to see him." ”