"I'm really in a hurry."

"Say it."

"I reasonably doubt that the current Lin Lang is Fang Yun."

Fu Nanli's eyes flashed with a yin owl, this is a key breakthrough, if you say so, it seems that many things make sense.

"Why do you have such thoughts? Is there any evidence for this? ”

Fu Chuan shook his head: "I had people follow Lin Lang for a few days, and interviewed some people who had contact with Lin Lang before, including her teacher when she was in film school, as well as Fang Yun's classmates in high school, and ....... ”

Fu Nan bowed his head and motioned for him to continue.

"And Lin Lang's former psychiatrist."

Fu Nanli squinted slightly: "Psychiatrist? What's wrong with her? ”

"She used to have severe depression, her teachers and people who had contact with her before said that she was very sensitive and introverted, so she had been in the entertainment industry for a few years and was not famous at all, while her assistant Fang Yun was relatively strong and cheerful, and she was also very assertive, and she quarreled with some producers and producers for her, and now Lin Lang's personality is very similar to Fang Yun at the beginning."

Fu Nanli frowned: "Do these two people look alike?" ”

"That's not like it, Fang Yun's appearance was mediocre before, and she didn't have any memory points, but as you said last time, her body shape is very similar to Lin Lang, and it is difficult to distinguish from behind."

Fu Nanli bowed slightly.

"This can also explain why Lin Lang has been reluctant to donate blood to Wen Qiao now, and why she has never been in the hospital in the past five years, it should be the real Lin Lang's blood type, which is different from Wen Qiao, she is afraid of revealing her identity."

"So the real Lin Lang was killed by her? She wants to be an actress? Want to be famous? ”

Fu Chuan shook his head: "I really don't know this, the main thing is that I haven't seen a corpse, and I have to continue to investigate, all of this is my conjecture, but I think my conjecture should be right." ”

Fu Nanli lowered his eyes: "Then you go directly to Lin Lang and knock on the side, send someone to go, and don't reveal your identity for the time being." ”

Fu Chuan: "Don't worry. ”

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Late at night, Lin Lang returned to her residence from the crew, this large flat 300-square-meter house, she usually lives alone, and there is an aunt who works part-time, and she only comes over to do some cleaning during the day.

She took a bottle of red wine from the wine shelf, poured a glass, sat down on a stool in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and took a sip, the bitter taste spreading on the tip of her tongue.

The mobile phone on the marble table next to her suddenly shook, she slid the phone away and looked, her hand shook, and the goblet slipped from her hand and fell to the ground, making a crisp cracking sound.

Her face turned pale with nervousness, and she looked at the words on the screen carefully, and her heart skipped to her throat.

[Where is the real Lin Lang?] ]

She was suddenly scared, the endless night was eating away at her, she was trembling slightly, she didn't want to read the message on her phone a little evasively.

But she also knew that some people were beginning to suspect her, and if she didn't do something, she would definitely be unlucky in the future.

She slapped the table, her expression a little distorted, all to blame Wen Qiao!

If Wen Qiao didn't want her blood, she could hide this truth for a long time, she just wanted to live in peace.

She replied with an ambiguous message over [Who are you?] ]

But the other party didn't reply, and he didn't reply all the time, and the firm tone of the message made her feel flustered, as if the other party really had absolute evidence, and was just informing her, not asking her.