Wang Qin looked at the scene in front of him like this, Yan Bing put the handcuffs on Lin Zihan's hands, Wang Qin was going to ask clearly, but when Lin Zihan walked out of the crowd, he stopped himself with his hands, Wang Qin watched Lin Zihan walk in front of the police, thinking that there would be some explanation, but Lin Zihan was obviously eager to be taken away.

The people around looked at this young man who didn't know when he came in, and he looked cheap, it was best for such a person to be taken away by the police, no one would quibble for Lin Zihan and offend the government security bureau.

Lin Zihan was actually involved in last night's fire, if there is evidence pointing to Lin Zihan, even if it cannot be proved that the fire was set by Lin Zihan, but based on suspicion alone, Lin Zihan is likely to be sent directly to the detention center, after all, there are seven lives at the scene.

Lin Zihan didn't choose to avoid it, under the smiling appearance, he was frantically thinking about how to make up a perfect lie to cover up last night's incident, if he was really thought to be related to last night's arson, he would be directly detained next, and even discover the secret on his body.

Lin Zihan covered up his smile and actively cooperated, making the police think that he was just an ordinary person. As for what happened after entering, he could only hope that Wang Qin would be interested in his secret and could bail him out, as long as his secret was not discovered, as for the police surveillance, it was nothing to him.

In the interrogation room, Lin Zihan generously admitted that he did drink a bottle of concentrated medicine, and he also called the police after discovering the fire. When the police began to ask Lin Zihan if he was the arsonist or if he had seen anything unusual that night, Lin Zihan shouted that he had a headache and began to struggle frantically.

Lin Zihan frantically tried to break free from the handcuffs with both hands, hugged his head, and pressed his scalp with his fingers, Lin Zihan showed an extremely painful expression on his face after shouting, and then held his head like this, and his whole arm was supported on the interrogation table, supporting himself stiffly.

Yan Bing was behind the one-way glass in the interrogation room, thinking of Lin Zihan's previous performance, Yan Bing felt that from the beginning of obediently cooperating, Lin Zihan was acting, and this headache may also be acting, Lin Zihan was very cooperative, but in fact he did not cooperate at all.

Yan Bing knew that if this headache was acted, then Lin Zihan would definitely have received professional anti-interrogation training, so there must be an ulterior secret behind Lin Zihan, which could be the revenge of an underground organization.

Yan Bing guessed correctly, but she didn't guess completely, she stood behind the glass, completely ignoring Lin Zihan's pain, and just watched quietly, "I want to see what else you can do." Yan Bing planned to hang Lin Zihan all the time, so that Lin Zihan was the first to panic, but in the next second, Yan Bing began to regret it.

Lin Zihan's hands were loosened, and the whole person lay on the table, his left hand hung down weakly, and his right hand pressed under his head, and Lin Zihan fainted like this.

Yan Bing's prediction was right, Lin Zihan did have an element of disguise, because he hadn't figured out how to explain what happened last night, once he told a lie, he would have to use countless lies to make up for it. Lin Zihan couldn't lie, but he really didn't have a good statement about that night, so he had to delay this interrogation first to buy time for himself.

Lin Zihan thought of a good way to pass out. So before entering the police station, Lin Zihan began to prepare for this moment. Although it was pretending to be for the people in the police station, the pain was really real, and Lin Zihan picked up a glass of wine on the table and drank it before he walked out of the crowd.

Along the way, Lin Zihan swayed and accelerated the absorption of alcohol, and then Lin Zihan deliberately blew cold wind from the moment he went out, and he suddenly had a seizure that night, which should have been a sudden heat and cold, which stimulated him.

Lin Zihan was gambling, he hoped that his body would be as weak as last night, and he would be cold and hot to promote his pain, so even if he should have taken medicine, Lin Zihan did not take medicine.

Indeed, as Lin Zihan thought, the absorption of alcohol kept his body in a warm state, and he deliberately blew the cold wind, and the cold and heat did make him groggy. Sitting in the interrogation room, Lin Zihan avoided answering, and began to recall the pain he experienced in the north, so that he would fall into painful memories, so that his defense line would collapse, and he would begin to have headaches.

Although Lin Zihan is pretending, this pain is indeed real, only in this way can he deceive the eyes of the police and the doctor's equipment, successfully avoid this interrogation, and be admitted to the hospital to buy more time for himself. Lin Zi fainted again in pain, and it seemed that he could also explain why he left fingerprints on the fragments.

At the moment of fainting, Lin Zihan looked at the one-way glass weakly, his eyes were full of longing, that was Lin Zihan's thirst for fainting. This unbearable headache is not for the fact that he is not willing to avoid interrogation.

Yan Bing saw Lin Zihan collapse on the table weakly, the left hand that hung down, with a bracelet on his wrist, and a small mark on the exposed forearm. Yan Bing looked at the mark on his left arm, which didn't seem to be a mark of any organization, just a small purple birthmark, like a willow leaf.

"Let's go see how he's doing, hurry." Yan Bing changed his calm and calm personality, and the whole person began to roar wildly. Through Lin Zihan's eyes when he finally looked at the glass, Yan Bing saw Lin Zihan's thirst, like a thirst for death, more like a plea for fate, in the corner of Lin Zihan's eyes, there seemed to be a tear swirling, but it would not leave his eyeballs.

Yan Bing looked at Lin Zihan's last look, Yan Bing forgot that Lin Zihan was a suspect, he only saw those poor eyes, there was light in his eyes, but he was full of despair, and the final fainting seemed to be a relief, and there seemed to be a smile in his eyes when he closed at the end.

Yan Bing didn't expect that he entered the military academy at the age of sixteen, graduated at the age of twenty and entered the Security Bureau, and has been on the front line of danger in the Security Bureau for four years. I thought that I had become strong enough for so many years, strong enough that there would be no more emotional changes, but that second of staring awakened the fragility in my depths.

Yan Bing couldn't figure out why he was still struggling and resisting at the beginning, but when he was really about to lose consciousness, Lin Zihan's eyes would have a sense of relief, and even a yearning for death.

I have seen that kind of look before, when my brother died, he showed a bright smile, and there was a longing in his eyes, as if he was not greeted by a terrible death, but a beautiful new life.

After Yan Bing roared, he stood behind the glass, calmed his mood, and waited for his heart to calm down. Yan Bing collected his emotions and walked into the interrogation room, "What's wrong with him?" Yan Bing moved the corners of his mouth and looked up to signal the person next to the table.

"The breathing is weak, it should be collapsed." The people who came in to check on tried Lin Zihan's snort.

"Take him to the hospital, keep an eye on him twenty-four hours a day." Yan Bing walked in front of Lin Zihan and looked at the birthmark on Lin Zihan's arm, the purple birthmark, like a willow leaf fluttering in the wind, fell on Lin Zihan's arm. If it weren't for Lin Zihan's prostration, his clothes were scraped on the corner of the table, and maybe they wouldn't have been exposed.

Yan Bing saw a tag hanging around Lin Zihan's neck, so he reached over and tore it off and held it in his hand. The tag is not big, it should be made of alloy aluminum, the quality is very light, it seems to have added some rare metals, it feels more textured than ordinary aluminum alloy, and it looks darker.

Yan Bing pinched the tag with his thumb and forefinger, and glanced at it in turn, and there were four words "thirst for death" crookedly engraved on it.

Is death still a longing? Isn't it easy to want to die, but shouldn't it be rare to live? Yan Bing's heart suddenly felt that this person was not so annoying, but a little curious about Lin Zihan's heart. In Yan Bing's view, death is a manifestation of cowardice, if someone is thirsty for death, then this person must be a fool, and death is nothing more than a momentary thing.

"Sister Bing, the director is looking for you." A policeman came in from outside the door and greeted Yan Bing. Yan Bing replied and put the tag in his pocket.