14:00 whole.
A pure black embassy license plate car drove out of the main entrance of the embassy on time. The moment the car drove out of the iron gate, a cloud-like flash light came on, all cameras were running, and all reporters were taking pictures, but other than that , no one spoke.
The street in front of the embassy was deadly silent. The fans in red were like smashed petals falling all over the floor. They supported each other in despair. They covered their mouths and turned around, still immersed in extreme sadness. with shock.
Among all the people present, no one dared to take a step closer to the black sedan, which seemed to be the shadow of death in motion, and everything it passed was the ultimate malice in the human world.
Under the blue sky, under the pile of cotton-white clouds, the roaring siren broke the silence of the entire Embassy Street.
A team of mounted police came from a distance. They were wearing navy blue uniforms, driving snow-white motorcycles, and red and blue police lights flashed alternately.
The car slowly stopped, and the captain of the mounted police just stopped the car beside the window, and the window was lowered.
The captain saluted seriously and said in an official tone: "Yongchuan traffic police received help from Hongjing police and specially escorted Mr. Li Jingtian to the airport."
The driver didn't know whether to salute or nodded. In short, they didn't speak between them. The captain of the mounted police turned the head of the car. Then, four motorcycles escorted the black car. They escorted the embassy with great tacit understanding and dedication. The car, headed towards the end of the road.
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14:05.
Xing Conglian walked into the attic.
The live broadcast had long since ended, and the embassy staff had begun to dismantle the cameras installed at the four corners of the attic. The black gauze on the windows had been removed, and the bright skylight illuminated everything in the small building.
Lin Chen was still sitting at the table, he was still looking at the painting that Li Jingtian painted.
The game on the table was messy, seeing him enter the door, Lin Chen suddenly raised his head, his eyes suddenly became a little flickering, like the kind of child who did something wrong when he met the dean: "Why are you here, we are going to the cultural center now to find evidence thing?"
Lin Chen casually opened a topic and asked.
Xing Conglian didn't answer immediately, his eyes fell on Lin Chen's arm, Lin Chen still pressed one hand on the wound, so that there were reddish-brown dried blood in the fingers.
The real scene is always more shocking than live TV.
"Take the painting and follow me." Xing Conglian said to Lin Chen.
Lin Chen didn't know why, he was stunned for a while, then said goodbye to the operator who was disassembling the instrument, and walked out of this bloody and murderous room calmly and firmly, just like when he walked into this hut.
Even if such a big thing happened, it is still difficult to see any staff in the embassy. The corridor here is far-reaching, and the wide vines still cover the upper end of the corridor, covering a large dark green shadow.
Lin Chen followed behind Xing Conglian. Along the way, Xing Conglian never said anything to him, but Lin Chen judged based on the direction that Xing Conglian didn't seem to mean to bring him to the scene. The direction they were traveling was this area. Go to the depths of the building complex.
Just when Lin Chen thought that Xing Conglian would take him to experience the magic of this land again, Xing Conglian had already brought 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 filled with all kinds of medicines, and there is even a simple operating room. The air is filled with a strong smell of disinfectant. Here…
How can I describe it? Except for the simple hospital bed by the window, which is still neat and tidy, the rest of the place has the appearance of being ruthlessly spoiled. In short, the people who come and go in this infirmary probably come and go in a hurry and don't care much. Requirements such as cleanliness of medical facilities.
"Sit first." Xing Cong pointed to the hospital bed and said to him.
After saying these words, Xing Cong Lian turned around and found out the iodine, alcohol, gauze, tweezers, as well as slotted needles and silk threads for suturing in a pile of chaotic medical items. eyes are straight.
"I think I still need to go to a professional hospital in this situation." Lin Chen released his finger on the wound, and some blood seeped out, and the flesh turned out. so serious.
Xing Conglian opened a pack of gauze and walked to him with medical tape. Lin Chen hadn't reacted yet, and the wound had already been covered with gauze.
The next moment, Xing Conglian took his hand and dragged him to the edge of the pool.
Lin Chen felt Xing Conglian's cold and powerful palm, and felt that he should find something to talk about: "Where is Military Attache Shen, when are we going to the cultural center, if Li Jingtian leaves the country, it will be very difficult to arrest him." Lin Chen looked Facing the pool, he frowned and said, when he said this, Xing Conglian just opened a bottle of physiological saline and fell to his arm.
Lin Chen suddenly woke up in pain, but he didn't dare to scream, he whispered, "Captain Xing, it hurts a little."
"Endure." Xing Conglian 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 around the wound with a soft brush was both painful and itchy. Lin Chen was surprised by the other party's quite professional movements, but seeing Xing Conglian's cold face and not speaking made him a little uneasy.
Finally, Xing Conglian cleaned the wound for him, and before the other party picked up the saline again, Lin Chen subconsciously held Xing Conglian's arm.
The other party glanced at him and said, "Consultant Lin, I am also very professional, so please don't doubt my professionalism."
Lin Chen felt that what Xing Conglian said sounded very familiar.
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14:20, Yongchuan Airport Expressway.
Two live news vehicles were pinching the convoy of the embassy heading for the airport.
In the live broadcast car of Yongchuan Satellite TV, the reporter described 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 covering up the suspect Li Jingtian. , please understand it as an escort operation. Now, there are still one hour and fifteen minutes before the plane takes off, which means that the police in our country need to find key evidence that can detain Li Jingtian within this time. Time is tight, let us quickly The reporters of this station are on their way to the Yongchuan Christian Culture and Art Center…”
On the back seat of a black car.
The singer in a light gray suit was also watching the live broadcast at the same time. He held his phone tightly and turned his head to look at the mounted police officer outside the window, with a nervous smile on his face.
"Hurry up, I'm running for my life," he said to the driver.
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14:25, Xinni Embassy infirmary.
The cold hydrogen peroxide was poured down again, washing away the fine scum and remaining blood clots, and strands of blood water flowed into the sewer.
Lin Chen pursed his lips and didn't dare to lift his head.
Xing Conglian looked at the man in front of him who seemed to be swallowing the pain and groans out of fear of his anger. He looked at the man's smooth black hair and pale face. He felt the irritability in his heart when he saw the other party's injury, and when he saw Li Jingtian. The tension when he drew the knife disappeared in an instant.
He suddenly realized that all his emotions now were because he was blaming himself.
To be honest, he really seldom blames himself, because from a very young age, his family has taught him that men should not blame or feel sorry for themselves. Think about what to do when you do it again. In short, when you can gradually handle many things properly, you will gradually get away from self-blame, because you know very well that the choice you made 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 can handle everything well by himself. He is smart, wise, resolute, and strong. , Friends should be everyone's dream, but when he was sitting in front of the monitor, thinking over and over whether he could make a better choice so that Lin Chen would not be injured or his life would not be in danger, It turns out that he couldn't do it at all.
Of course, if Lin Chen heard what he was thinking now, he would definitely say that the necessary sacrifices were possible, and he was sure that Li Jingtian would not really use the knife, so the scene just seemed a little nervous.
However, multiple choice questions are always the most difficult propositions in the world.
Xing Conglian thought about it, dried his hands, rubbed the ends of Lin Chen's hair, and said sincerely, "Sorry, it's my problem."
Lin Chen's eyes were hesitant, but he also contained a kind of tenderness, as if he had guessed what he was thinking in an instant, but he didn't say anything.
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14:30, Yongchuan Airport.
Li Jingtian got off the car and went to the VIP counter to go through the check-in procedures.
There are many reporters around him taking pictures and taking pictures. Everyone around him seems to be pointing and poking at him, trying to make him a monster or a very threatening cold virus, as if he will die if he touches it. .
But so what
As long as he can get on the plane, get out of the customs, and see his family, the damn Chinese police will not do anything to him. Grandpa had repeatedly assured him on the phone just now.
Moreover, the art center is so big, it takes a long time for those stupid police to find things.
He raised his head and saw that the TV in the airport hall was also playing the picture of him pointing a knife at Lin Chen repeatedly. His face looked so hideous and terrifying, everyone looked up at him.
Lin Chen is right, now, everyone is watching him, this feeling of being feared by the world is even better than when he was worshipped before.
"Mr. Li Jingtian."
The voice of the staff brought his thoughts back.
The little girl standing in the check-in counter looked crisp and delicious. She looked at him and her body seemed to be shaking.
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."
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14:35, Yongchuan Christian Culture and Art Center.
Dynasty finally arrived here with Shen Chenggong. The Yongchuan police had already led people to seal off the scene in advance, but there were still many center staff watching and taking pictures.
He and Shen successfully raised the cordon and took the elevator to the top of the big stage.
The police officers started searching down from the top floor long ago. Chao Dynasty stood in the auditorium on the top floor, looking around, he could suddenly feel what Achen said.
That's right, Li Jingtian is here to show off his evil deeds to all of Song Shengsheng's fans.
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14:40, Xinni Embassy infirmary.
The warm sunlight shone on the bed through the window edge, and the interior was bright.
The suture work has come to an end. For a long time in the past, Xing Conglian just lowered his head and did the meticulous suture work.
Lin Chen looked at the person sitting in front of him, maybe the vegetation outside the window was lush and fresh, or it felt too good to be treated meticulously, he wasn't thinking about Li Jingtian or Song Shengsheng, he was just thinking about punishing Conglian.
Xing Conglian's fingers pressed against his skin, his eyelashes were fine and curled, and he had a serious look when he lowered it. Looking at Xing Conglian, he always felt that the other party did have very rich experience in wound suturing, but this experience should not be learned in the hospital practice, but more like the kind of natural habit after experiencing blood and fire. acquired skills.
Lin Chen's thoughts drifted further.
Outside the window, there are not dense but very clear cicadas.
Sometimes, Xing Conglian is really good to him, so good that it is easy for people to misunderstand.
For example, at this tense moment of chasing a suspect, the first thing that Xing Conglian thought of was to disinfect and treat his wound, although he could also guess that this was probably related to Xing Conglian's concern that he could not use antibiotics after his wound was infected. However, no matter how you look at it, they were just framed by Li Jingtian as a couple of cowards in front of the people of the whole country, and it is really inappropriate to sit so intimately in a medical room now.
But when he thought of this, Lin Chen was suddenly very aggrieved. If anything happened to him and Xing Conglian, it would be fine. Now he has no guile at all, and it can't be worse.
Just then, Xing Conglian's cell phone rang suddenly.
Xing Conglian had just disinfected his hands when he suddenly stopped impatiently, stood up, and turned his left trouser pocket towards him.
Lin Chen felt embarrassed that his lust was broken by someone, he looked at Xing Conglian's lower body, looked away, and put his hand in.
"Boss, can you please let Brother Achen listen to a phone call, we still can't find the master belt, ah, kneel!"
Lin Chen held the mobile phone and put it close to Xing Conglian's ear, Xing Conglian was holding tweezers, just as he was about to tie the suture wound on his arm to the last knot, but the excited voice of the dynasty came out ahead of time.
"I'm here, you say." Lin Chen didn't ask Xing Conglian, and put the phone to his ear.
"Brother Achen, you said that the master tape is high in the art center, but the staff here said that if there was such a thing, they must have discovered it long ago. It is impossible for Li Jingtian to hide the CD here for so long. Found out!"
"Wait a minute." Lin Chen put the phone in the open, put it on his lap, and then took out Li Jingtian's painting from his pocket. The blood on the painting had dried up. He looked at the painting for a while, frowning. It is impossible not to be high in the cultural center.
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 Xing Conglian hold his palm.
"Don't worry." Xing Conglian said four words calmly.
Lin Chen glanced at the painting again, and suddenly said to Chao Dynasty, "Go to the lighting area above the stage and look for it."
"what?"
"According to Li Jingtian's anxiety when he painted this picture, those clouds should have been blacked out or accentuated, but they are white now, and there should be a lot of master tapes..."
"There's a lot of bright white light somewhere!" Dynasty shouted, then hung up.
Lin Chen also picked up the phone, but reluctantly pressed it.
When he regained his senses, Xing Conglian was still holding his hand.
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14:50, Yongchuan Airport, VIP lounge.
As the boarding time approached, Li Jingtian gradually became nervous. The feeling that he was about to get out of the crime but was afraid of the sudden fall of the guillotine made his muscles tremble.
In ten minutes, he can enter the passage and board the flight back home. There are no more annoying Chinese police around him. The embassy staff also left after sending him out of the customs. The elites in suits and leather shoes in the VIP waiting room are even more doesn't care who he is.
He was about to be free soon, but as time passed by, like Lin Chen's bright red blood falling on the table drop by drop, he felt that the wire wrapped around his neck was getting tighter and tighter, he could hardly breathe, but Can't see the shadow of that wire...
He will be freed from sin, and no one can stop him.
Li Jingtian thought so.
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15:20, Yongchuan Christian Arts Center.
Dynasty directed a group of police officers to search carefully on the light stand.
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 not satisfied with the live stage lighting. , I don't remember whether he was on the light stand or not, because we got off work early and they were still rehearsing there..."
The dense police boots stepped on the high-altitude steel plate, making a crackling sound.
"Found it!" Someone shouted, and everyone stopped their work.
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15:30
The moment the flight took off, Li Jingtian breathed a sigh of relief. This was the most thrilling turbid air he had ever exhaled in his life. He used all his strength to shout out.
He had never experienced this kind of invigorating feeling in his life, and it was even more invigorating than when he entered Song Shengsheng's body over and over again.
Lin Chen, no matter how arrogant you are, why can't you catch me
He hammered the armrest of the first-class seat hard and laughed wildly.
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At 18:00 in the evening, it is a wonderful time for all the families to have a happy dinner together.
Mu Wenhua put her little daughter in 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 it into her mouth. The dripping soup dripped down, but Mu Wenhua didn't notice it.
On the TV in the living room, the live broadcast of Yongchuan Satellite TV has not ended.
Sini International Airport apron.
Li Jingtian got out of the plane and walked down the gangway.
Apart from the busy airport staff and shuttles, there was no one else around the runway, not even the expected flashing lights.
The sky was a deep indigo blue, and the city lights were faintly visible in the distance.
Without the police, without the journalists, he is truly free...
Li Jingtian took a deep breath of the air of freedom, there is nothing more pleasant than freedom.
He put on his sunglasses, followed the passengers, and walked out of the checkpoint slowly.
He had already seen the old butler who was waiting outside the crowd not far away, and he waved to him.
Li Jingtian imagined the other party rushing, but suddenly, just as he was about to walk out of the passage, someone kicked his knees hard, he fell to the ground suddenly, and his face slammed into the hard marble floor.
His face was in severe pain, and warm liquid was seeping out of his mouth and nose. Looking at the old housekeeper who ran from a distance, it seemed that someone was slamming a heavy hammer on his temple. He struggled violently and frantically. Get up: "You let me go, who are you, why are you arresting me, this is Xinni, this is Xinni!"
The person pressing on him said in a very official tone: "Mr. Li Jingtian, you have been arrested in accordance with the law because you have committed multiple serial rape cases in China with solid evidence." After saying this, the person added After a sentence, "Uh, the police in Huaguo asked me to tell you, although it's a bit of a middle schooler, but... Li Jingtian, Game Over."
Mu Wenhua stood in front of the TV, tears rolling down her cheeks and eyes.
In the school cafeteria, in the commercial center plaza, and on countless big screens, everyone stopped to watch the scene of Li Jingtian splashing and rolling on the marble floor.
The former famous singer is now in a mess, his face is covered in blood, his eyes are crazy, all kinds of dehumanizing words are spit out from his mouth, and he no longer has any dignity as a human being.
like a real lunatic.
The screen gradually darkened.
The anchor said in an unprecedented excited tone: "According to the identification of Mr. Shen Chenggong, a famous voiceprint expert in Xinni, the master tape that Li Jingtian hid in the ceiling of the lighting area of the Yongchuan Christian Cultural Center was indeed recorded by Li Jingtian when he raped the victim Song Shengsheng. The entire audio file. The Xinni police have arrested the suspect Li Jingtian in accordance with the law, and will escort Li back to my country on another day. Let us thank the Xinni government for its profound righteousness, and for the justice that has finally arrived despite being late.”
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The TV snapped off.
"Have you arranged it long ago?" Lin Chen looked at the table full of takeaways, and finally knew why Xing Conglian would let Li Jingtian leave calmly, and the desperation of "life and death" drives people crazy.
"After all, it's an allied country, and we always have to give Xinni a chance to regain his face." Xing Conglian rolled up his cuffs and started serving porridge.
"It's still Captain Xing's foresight."
"Each each other."
Lin Chen put down his chopsticks, looked at the red blood-enriching food in front of him, and fell into contemplation.
"It's fine to keep Su Fengzi in the embassy for another hour." Xing Conglian put down the porridge bowl and said comfortably.
"No, I was thinking, where is Song Shengsheng?" Lin Chen suddenly raised his head and asked.