But anyone with some status will always be unhappy when they are questioned.

But Fu Hao was very modest and even a little ashamed, he folded his hands and looked at Lin Chen with his eyes, and he almost hugged his thighs.

I have to say, this trick is very effective.

The young man, who was originally unsmiling, lowered his head, picked up the evidence bag on the table very embarrassed, and replied seriously: "These white quartz sand should come from the sand table." There is a type of therapy in psychotherapy, called sand play, which roughly uses such white sand and many ornaments to explore and integrate the human mind. As if he was thinking about something, he said very slowly and carefully, "If there was no Taobao, a complete set of sand table therapy equipment would cost more than 20,000 yuan, and there would be only a handful of manufacturers and distributors, but now, it will be very difficult for you to trace the source of Baisha." ”

The young man's voice was a little light, but whether it was his peaceful eyebrows or upright posture, he stunned the bearded police officer on the side.

How to say it, in the face of absolute professionalism, it seems too villainous to speculate.

The torturer was very rare and a little ashamed.

However, his shame lasted only a few seconds before being shattered by the young man's next words.

"If you let me go, promise not to appear in front of me again in the future, I will tell you where this sand came from."

"Okay." The criminal policeman did not hesitate at all, and replied very briskly, after speaking, he supported his chin with one hand and looked at the young man who was obediently sitting in the interrogation chair with interest.

At this time, Lin Chen was surprised, he stared at the dark green eyes of the criminal policeman seriously, and seemed to be able to see sincerity and honesty from them, so he said: "The sand in the hands of the little fat man was stolen from my room, but I really don't know about the white sand next to the rest of the corpses." ”

The torturer nodded with a sure expression.

Lin Chen didn't speak again, he glanced at his junior brother, stood up, and wanted to leave.

The convict leaned back on the back of the chair, clasped his arms in his hands, and just looked meaningfully at the young man's slightly thin back, and did not make any other movements, as if he really wanted to keep his promise.

At this moment, a slight vibration sound came from him and Fu Hao at the same time.

The two looked at each other and each picked up the phone.

"Mr. Lin." Xing Conglian pressed the microphone and suddenly called Lin Chen, "We'll go to Central Park later, just in time to drop you home, you wait a while." "He said it naturally, without any flaws, and it was impossible to refuse.

If he knew that the so-called way by the way was to go to the scene of the murder first, Lin Chen would definitely not get into the jeep of the torture company.

The scene of the crime was in Central Park, and the deceased was a young man in his 30s, who was exercising in the park and fell off the ring, and the cause of death may have been a basilar skull fracture.

At this time, it was completely dark, the street lights were thin, the camphor trees in the park were gently swaying in the wind, and the yellow cordon pulled up by the police was particularly clear in the night. There were so many people outside the cordon that it was completely impossible to see what was going on inside.

He took off his police uniform, pulled on the handbrake, lowered the window, and quickly got out of the car and locked the door before the people in the car could react.

"Mr. Lin, please wait a little longer." As he spoke, he flew a kiss at the man sitting in the car and ran away.

Lin Chen was sitting in the jeep, the night wind was passing through the window, Fu Hao didn't know how to explain it at all, so he could only say in fear: "Senior brother, don't be angry, the torture captain probably just wants to send you home." He is not bad, but because he has a quarter of Russian blood and a quarter of Italian blood, he is more unrestrained......"

"When these two bloodlines are mixed, they basically can't produce normal people." Lin Chen stared at the man's distant back and said so.

Of course, Xing Conglian couldn't hear Lin Chen's evaluation of him.

As a human with a complex pedigree, he was a complete example of bending and stretching, grabbing his hair, lighting a cigarette, blending in with the crowd of onlookers, and standing next to an aunt in a square dance dress.

"Auntie, what's going on, so many policemen." The captain of the criminal police took a cigarette in his mouth and poked the aunt next to him in horror and curiosity.

"Dead!" The aunt spoke non-standard Mandarin and said in the ear of the torturer.

"Who's dead, this is a big deal!"

"Isn't that a big deal, I can see it every day, young man, and I worked out with him yesterday." Speaking of gossip, the aunt was very enthusiastic, "He shouldn't be too powerful, he can hook the ring with both feet, so upside down." While speaking, the aunt bent down excitedly to demonstrate, "That's what it looks like, and then the ring is broken, so he just fell down and died!" ”

"That's miserable!" The punishment is in harmony with the continuation.

"It's so miserable, his face, he was scared to death at the time, his eyes were about to fall out, and the scream was easy to hear from ten miles away."

"You mean, he wasn't dead when he fell?" Torture Conglian suddenly realized something.

"No, let's move him, he was still moving at that time!"

"The aunt just said that the ring was broken suddenly, and the person did not die on the spot."

The torturer was from the window on Lin Chen's side, holding a cigarette in his hand, although he was talking to Fu Hao inside, but the words were completely like they were spoken to Lin Chen.

Lin Chen leaned back in the chair, his eyes closed slightly, as if he had fallen into a light sleep.

One person is talking in the night wind, and the other is sleeping in the night.

Fu Hao was about to be burned by the strange atmosphere between the two, so he hurriedly stepped forward: "Was it an accident?" ”

Xing Conglian didn't answer, but looked at Lin Chen: "This will not be concluded until the forensic department has completed the investigation of the scene." ”

Lin Chen suddenly opened his eyes, leaned on the car door, straightened up, his eyes were cold, and following his line of sight, he could vaguely pass through the crowd and see the scene where the murder had just occurred.

It was dark, police lights flashed, and the gym equipment glowed blue.

Scattered and standard, they are standard on the bars and sit-ups, and they are half-new, and they are smooth in places, but there are no signs of rust or destruction. Only in the far corner, the ring frame stood alone, one hanging in the air, the other falling to the ground.

Beneath the ring, which seemed to have sporadic traces of blood, was a sandy area formed by the degrading turf.

Lin Chen glanced at Xing Conglian, the two of them were so close that they could almost feel each other's breath.

In the night, the torturer even looked a little more in his eyes.

"I was at the police station at the time of the crime." Lin Chen said, "So the murderer is not me." ”

"What Mr. Lin said, the contemptible people don't understand it very well." The convict took a sip and swallowed, then threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it.

The same sand.

It may be a coincidence that there have been cases in this city for days that seem to have nothing to do with the sand, or it is quite possible that today's case is itself an accident.

But Lin Chen made it clear that the murderer was not me.

This made the criminal servant company have to be vigilant.

The night is cool, and the temperature inside the jeep is a little cooler.

The criminal congregation company went to ask the police officers who investigated the scene, although this sandy area is small, it is vast enough. Police officers from the Identification Bureau said that no special circumstances had been found in the sandy area for the time being.

Fu Hao sat in the car and secretly stabbed his senior brother's waist: "Senior brother, if you want to secretly sue the old criminal, this is not an accident, just say it, or let's go down and take a look, maybe there is something new." ”

Lin Chen withdrew his gaze from the window and looked at Fu Hao, his tone was serious and solemn: "If you have a good enough relationship with the torture captain, please help me tell him that I appeared at the scene today, please don't let anyone know." ”

Fu Hao opened his mouth and was about to speak, but Lin Chen interrupted him.

"I'm afraid I'm going to cause you trouble."