14:00 sharp.

A pure black embassy license car drove out of the main gate of the embassy on time, and at the moment when the car drove out of the iron gate, a cloud of flashing lights lit up, all the cameras were running, and all the reporters were taking pictures, but other than that, no one spoke.

The street in front of the embassy was as silent as death, and the fans dressed in red were like shattered petals falling all over the ground, they hugged each other in despair, they covered their mouths and turned around, still immersed in extreme sadness and shock.

Among all the people present, no one dared to take a step closer to the black car, which seemed to be a shadow of death in motion, and everywhere it passed was the ultimate malice of the human world.

Under the blue sky, under the piled up cotton-white clouds, the sound of whistling sirens broke the silence of the entire embassy street.

A squad of mounted police officers arrived from afar, wearing navy blue uniforms and driving snow-white motorcycles, with red and blue police lights flashing at each other.

The car came to a slow stop, and the Mounted Police captain happened to park the car next to the window, which was lowered.

The captain saluted earnestly and said in a businesslike tone: "The Yongchuan traffic police received a request for help from the Hongjing police and specially escorted Mr. Li Jingtian to the airport. ”

The driver did not know whether to salute or nod, but in any case there was no speech between them, and the captain of the mounted police turned the head of the car, and then four motorcycles escorted the black sedan around the black sedan, and they escorted the embassy sedan to the end of the road with great tacit understanding and dutiful dedication.

……

14:05 minutes.

The convict walked into the attic.

The live broadcast had long since ended, and the embassy staff had begun to dismantle the cameras installed in the four corners of the attic, the black veils on the windows had been removed, and the bright sky light illuminated the small building.

Lin Chen was still sitting at the table, he was still looking at the painting drawn by Li Jingtian.

The card game on the table was messy, and when he entered the door, Lin Chen suddenly raised his head, his eyes suddenly became a little flickering, like the kind of child who did something wrong met the teaching director: "Why are you here, are we going to the cultural center to find evidence now?" ”

Lin Chen casually opened a topic and asked.

Xing Conglian didn't answer immediately, his gaze fell on Lin Chen's arm, and Lin Chen's hand was still pressed on the wound, so that there were reddish-brown dried blood stains between his fingers.

The real scene is always more shocking than the live TV.

"Grab the painting and come with me." The criminal conglian said to Lin Chen......

Lin Chen didn't know why, he was stunned, and then said goodbye to the action personnel who were disassembling the instrument, and walked out of this room full of blood and murderous intent very calmly and firmly as he walked into this hut.

Even with such a big event, it was still difficult to see any staff in the embassy, and the corridor here was far away, and the wide vines and plants covered the upper end of the corridor, covering a large dark green shade.

Lin Chen followed behind Xing Conglian, and along the way, Xing Conglian didn't say anything to him, but Lin Chen judged according to the direction that Xing Conglian didn't seem to have any intention of taking him out of the scene, and the direction they were traveling was to walk in the depths of this complex.

Just when Lin Chen thought that the Conglian would take him to appreciate the magic of this land again, the Conglian had already taken him to the infirmary at the end of the corridor.

There was no one in the infirmary, and neither was the dynasty.

The small room is full of all kinds of medicines, and there is even a simple operating room, and the air is filled with a strong smell of □□ water......

How to describe it, except for the simple hospital bed by the window, which is quite tidy, the rest of the place has the appearance of being brutally ruined, in short, the people who come and go to this infirmary are probably in a hurry, and they don't care too much about the requirements of the cleanliness of the medical facilities.

"Sit down first." The convict pointed to the hospital bed and said this to him.

After saying this, Xing Cong turned around and found iodine, alcohol, gauze, tweezers, as well as slotting needles and silk threads for suturing in a pile of chaotic medical items, and Lin Chen's eyes were straight.

"I think I still need to go to a specialized hospital in this situation." Lin Chen let go of the finger pressing on the wound, and some blood seeped out, the skin and flesh turned out, and the knife wound looked miserable, but in fact, the real situation was not so strict.

The torturer Lian opened a package of gauze and walked up to him with medical tape, but before Lin Chen could react, the wound had already been pasted with gauze by the other party.

The next moment, the torturer took his hand and pulled him to the edge of the pool.

Lin Chen felt the cold and powerful palm of Xing Conglian, and felt that he should find something to talk about: "Where is Martial Attache Shen, when will we go to the cultural center, if Li Jingtian is allowed to leave the country, it will be very difficult to arrest him." Lin Chen looked at the pool, frowned and said, when he said this, Xing Conglian just opened a bottle of saline and fell towards his arm.

Lin Chen suddenly woke up in pain, but he didn't dare to scream, he shouted in a low voice: "Captain Torture, it hurts a little." ”

"Bear with me." The convict picked up a soft brush from the side, carefully dipped it in sterile soapy water, and began to clean the skin around the wound for him.

The feeling of cleaning the wound with a soft brush was both painful and itchy, and Lin Chen was surprised by the other party's quite professional-level movements, but seeing the torturer Lian Lian with a cold face and not speaking still made him a little apprehensive.

Finally, the criminal conglian cleaned his wounds, and the moment before the other party picked up the saline again, Lin Chen subconsciously held the arm of the criminal conglian.

The other party glanced at him, and then said, "Consultant Lin, I am also very professional, so please don't doubt my professionalism." ”

Lin Chen felt that the words that Xing Conglian said sounded very familiar.

……

14:20, Yongchuan Airport Expressway.

Two live news trucks were striking the embassy convoy heading towards the airport, one left and one right.

In the Yongchuan Satellite TV live broadcast car, the reporter narrated in a solemn tone: "Now, the escort team composed of Yongchuan traffic police is escorting Li Jingtian's embassy vehicle to the airport, but please understand that this is not the Yongchuan police shielding the suspect Li Jingtian, please understand this as an escort operation." Now, there is still one hour and fifteen minutes before the plane takes off, which means that the Chinese police need to find out the key evidence that can detain Li Jingtian during this time, and the time is urgent, so we quickly connected with this reporter who was rushing to the Yongchuan Christine Culture and Art Center......

Black sedan in the back seat.

The singer in a light gray suit was also watching the live broadcast at the same time, holding his phone tightly and turning his head to look at the mounted police outside the window, with a nervous smile on his face.

"Drive faster, I'm running for my life." He said this to Mr. Driver.

……

14:25, Infirmary, Embassy of New Nigeria.

The cold hydrogen peroxide poured down again, washing away the fine foam and residual blood clots, and wisps of blood flowed into the sewer.

Lin Chen pursed his lips and didn't dare to raise his head.

Xing Conglian looked at the person in front of him who seemed to swallow the pain □□ raw because he was afraid that he would be angry, looking at the other party's smooth black hair and pale face, the irritability in his heart when he saw the other party injured, and the nervousness when he saw Li Jingtian draw the knife suddenly disappeared.

He suddenly realized that all his current feelings were just because he was blaming himself.

To be honest, he really rarely blames himself, because from a very young age, his family has taught him that men should not blame themselves or feel sorry for themselves, so if you have time, it is better to use that time to think about how to remedy it correctly or think about what to do when you do it again, in short, when you can gradually handle many things properly, you will gradually move away from self-blame, because you know very well that the choice you make is the only, necessary and best. But Lin Chen, Lin Chen doesn't belong to those things that he can't handle well, because Lin Chen himself can handle a qiē very well, he is smart, wise, resolute, and strong, he is so good that he can't be better, such teammates, colleagues, and friends should be everyone's dream, but when he sat in front of the monitor and thought over and over again if this matter was never done once, he could make a better choice so that Lin Chen would not be injured or in danger of his life, he found that he had no way to do it at all.

Of course, if Lin Chen heard what he was thinking now, he would definitely say that the necessary sacrifice was okay, and he was sure that Li Jingtian would not really use the knife, so just now the scene looked a little nervous.

However, multiple-choice questions are always the most difficult proposition in the world.

Xing Conglian thought about it, dried his hands, rubbed the tips of Lin Chen's hair, and said very sincerely: "I'm sorry, it's my problem." ”

Lin Chen's eyes were hesitant, but they contained a kind of tenderness, as if he had guessed what he was thinking in an instant, but he didn't say anything.

……

14:30, Yongchuan Airport.

Li Jingtian stepped out of the car and entered the VIP counter to check in.

There were many reporters around him to take pictures and videos, and everyone who passed by him seemed to be pointing and poking at him, trying him to be a flood beast or that very threatening cold virus, as if he would die if he got on it.

But so what?

As long as he can get on the plane, get out of the customs, and see his family, those damn Chinese police won't do anything with him, Grandpa repeatedly promised him on the phone just now.

Moreover, the art center is so big, it will take a long time for those stupid cops to find something.

He raised his head and saw that the TV in the airport hall was also repeatedly playing the picture of him pointing a knife at Lin Chen, his face looked so hideous and terrifying, and everyone looked up at him.

Lin Chen was right, now, everyone was watching him, and this feeling of being feared by the world was even better than when he was worshiped before.

"Mr. Li Jingtian."

The voice of the staff brought his thoughts back.

The little girl standing at the check-in counter looked crisp and delicious, and her body seemed to tremble as if she couldn't help but look at him.

Li Jingtian took the boarding pass, pulled down his sunglasses, and smiled at the little girl: "Don't be nervous, those on TV are all lies." ”

……

14:35, Yongchuan Kristen Culture and Arts Center.

Wang Chao finally rushed here with Shen Chenggong, and the Yongchuan police had already led people to completely seal off the scene in advance, but there were still many center staff who were watching and taking pictures.

He and Shen Chenggong raised the cordon and took the elevator to the top of the big stage.

There were already police officers who started to search down from the top, and Wang Chao stood in the audience at the top, looking around, and he suddenly could understand the feeling that Ah Chen said.

That's right, Li Jingtian is here to show off the evil deeds he committed to all Song Shengsheng's fans.

……

14:40, Infirmary, Embassy of Sini Embassy.

Warm sunlight poured through the window on the hospital bed, and the room was bright.

The suturing work has been carried out to the end, and for a long time in the past, the prisoner has only lowered his head and done meticulous wound suturing work.

Lin Chen looked at the person sitting in front of him, maybe it was the dense and fresh vegetation outside the window, or maybe it was too good to be treated carefully, he wasn't thinking about Li Jingtian or Song Shengsheng, he was just thinking about the punishment.

Torture Conglian's fingers pressed against his skin, his eyelashes were thin and curly, and he had a serious look when he drooped low. He looked at the torture slave company, and always felt that the other party did have a lot of experience in wound suturing, but this experience should not be like learning in the hospital internship, but more like the kind of skills that are naturally learned after experiencing blood and fire.

Lin Chen's thoughts drifted further.

Outside the window, there is a not-so-dense but very clear cicada chirping.

Sometimes, the torturer is really good to him, so good that it is easy for people to misunderstand.

For example, at this tense moment of chasing the suspect, the first thing Xing Conglian thought of was to disinfect and treat his wounds, although he could also guess that this was probably related to Xing Conglian's concern that he would not be able to use antibiotics after his wounds were infected, but no matter how you look at it, they had just been framed by Li Jingtian in front of the people of the whole country as a pair of fornicating dog men and men, and now it is really inappropriate to sit so intimately in an infirmary.

But when he thought of this, Lin Chen was suddenly very aggrieved, if something really happened between him and Xing Conglian, it would be fine, now he has no thief heart at all, he can't be more miserable.

At this moment, the mobile phone of the criminal conglian suddenly rang.

As soon as his hands had been disinfected, he suddenly stopped impatiently, stood up, and turned his left trouser pocket towards him.

Lin Chen had a feeling of embarrassment that his lust had been broken by someone, he looked at the lower body of the torture conglian, looked away, and reached into it.

"Boss, boss, can you let Brother Ah Chen listen to the phone a little, we still can't find the master tape, ah, ah, kneel!"

Lin Chen held the mobile phone and put it close to Xing Conglian's ear, Xing Conglian held the tweezers, and was just about to tie the suture wound on his arm and finally knotted it, but Wang Zhao's excited voice came out in advance.

"I'm here, you say." Lin Chen didn't mean to ask for the punishment of Lian, and put the phone to his ear.

"Brother Ah Chen, you said that the master tape is at the height of the art center, but the staff here said that if there was that kind of thing, they would have discovered it a long time ago, Li Jingtian couldn't hide the CD here silently for so long without being discovered!"

"Wait a minute." Lin Chen turned on the mobile phone, put it on his lap, and then took out Li Jingtian's painting from his pocket, the blood stains on the painting had dried up, he looked at the painting for a while, his brows frowned, it was not in the high place of the literary and art center, this is impossible.

Thinking of this, he looked at the time on his phone, and it was getting closer and closer to the boarding time......

Suddenly, he felt the torturer Lian shake his palm.

"There's no need to rush." The torturer only said four words calmly.

Lin Chen glanced at the painting again, and suddenly said to Wang Chao, "Go to the lighting area above the stage and look for it." ”

"Huh?"

"According to Li Jingtian's anxiety when he painted this painting, the clouds should have been blackened or aggravated, but they are white now, and the master tape should be in a lot of ......."

"There are a lot of bright white lights!" Wang Chao shouted loudly, then hung up.

Lin Chen also picked up the mobile phone and reluctantly pressed it.

When he came back to his senses, the torturer was still holding his hand.

……

14:50, Yongchuan Airport, VIP Lounge.

As the boarding time approached, Li Jingtian gradually became nervous, and the feeling of being about to get away with the crime but being afraid that the knife would suddenly fall made his muscles tremble.

He had ten minutes to enter the passage and board the flight home, and there were no more annoying Chinese police around him, the embassy staff had left after seeing him off customs, and the elites in suits and leather shoes in the VIP waiting room didn't care who he was.

He was about to be free, but as time passed, like Lin Chen's bright red blood dripping on the table, he felt that the steel wire around his neck was getting tighter and tighter, and he could barely breathe, but he couldn't see the shadow of the steel wire......

He will be freed from sin, and no one will be able to stop him.

Li Jingtian thought so.

……

15:20, Yongchuan Kristen Art Center.

Wang Dynasty commanded a group of police officers to search carefully on the light rack.

A lighting engineer who was in charge of Li Jingtian's concert at the time stood beside him with a tangled expression: "I seem to remember that the day before the concert, Li Jingtian rehearsed very late, and he seemed to have told us all because he was dissatisfied with the live stage lighting, I don't remember whether he was on the lighting stand or not, because later we got off work early, and they were still rehearsing there......

Dense police boots made a crackling sound when they stepped on the high-altitude steel plates.

"Found it!" I don't know who shouted, and everyone stopped what they were doing.

……

15：30

The moment the flight took off, Li Jingtian breathed a sigh of relief, this was simply the most thrilling turbidity he had spit out in his life, and he shouted out with all his strength.

He had never experienced this kind of exhilarating feeling in his life, and it was even more enjoyable than when he entered Song Shengsheng's body over and over again.

Lin Chen, no matter how awesome you are, it's not that you can't catch me?

He hammered the armrest of the first-class seat hard and laughed maniacally.

……

At 6:00 p.m., it's time for all the families to have dinner together.

Mu Wenhua put her little daughter into the dining chair and served a simple bowl of green vegetable noodles, but forgot to put a fork.

The girl simply grabbed the noodles with her hands and stuffed them into her mouth, the dripping soup dripped down, but Mu Wenhua didn't realize it.

On the TV in the living room, the live broadcast of Yongchuan Satellite TV has not ended.

The apron of Xinni International Airport.

Li Jingtian stepped out of the plane and walked down the gangway.

There was no one around the runway except for the busy airport staff and shuttles, and not even the expected flashing lights.

The sky is dark and indigo, and the city lights are faintly visible in the distance.

Without the police, without the journalists, he was really free......

Li Jingtian took a deep breath of free air, and there was nothing more pleasant than freedom.

He put on his sunglasses and followed the travelers slowly out of the checkpoint.

He had already seen the old butler waiting outside the crowd not far away, and waved his hand at him.

Li Jingtian imagined the other party rushing forward, but suddenly, just as he was about to walk out of the passage, someone kicked him hard in the knee socket, and he fell to the ground violently, his face slamming into the hard marble floor.

His face was in sharp pain, warm liquid oozed from his mouth and nose, looking at the old butler running from afar, as if someone was smashing his temple with a heavy hammer, he struggled violently and frantically: "You let go of me, who are you, why are you arresting me, here is Xinni, here is Xinni!." ”

The person who pressed on him said in a very businesslike tone: "Mr. Li Jingtian, you have been arrested in accordance with the law because you have committed a number of serial □□ cases in China, and the evidence is conclusive. After saying this, the man added, "Well, the police over there in Huaguo asked me to tell you, although it is a bit of a middle two, but ...... Sedum Lee, GameOver. ”

Mu Wenhua froze in front of the TV, tears rolling down her cheeks and eyes.

In the school cafeteria, in the commercial center square, and on countless big screens, everyone stopped to watch Li Jingtian splash and roll on the marble floor.

The once famous singer was now disheveled, his face was covered in blood, his eyes were crazy, and all kinds of dehumanizing words came out of his mouth, and he no longer had any dignity as a human being.

Like a real madman.

The picture faded.

The anchor read in an unprecedentedly excited tone: "According to the appraisal of Mr. Shen Chenggong, a well-known voiceprint expert in Singapore, Li Jingtian's master's tape hidden in the ceiling of the lighting area of the Yongchuan Christine Cultural Center is indeed the whole audio text recorded by Li Jingtian when he was violent to the victim Song Shengsheng. The Xinni police have arrested the suspect Li Jingtian in accordance with the law, and will escort Li back to our country at a later date, let us thank the Xinni government for its deep understanding of righteousness, and thank you for the justice that has finally arrived although it is late. ”

……

The TV snapped off.

"You've already arranged it?" Lin Chen looked at the table full of takeaways, and finally knew why the torturer Lian would let Li Jingtian leave calmly, and the desperation of "living and dying" would drive people crazy.

"After all, it's a friend, and we always have to give Xinni a chance to get back face." The torturer rolled up his cuffs and began to serve porridge.

"It's still the captain of the torture team who is far-sighted."

"Each other, each other."

Lin Chen put down his chopsticks, looked at the red blood tonic food in front of him, and fell into deep thought.

"It's no problem to let Su Fengzi stay in the embassy for another hour." The torturer put down the porridge bowl and said with relief.

"No, I'm wondering, where is Song Shengsheng?" Lin Chen suddenly raised his head and asked.