Anyone with some status and status will always be unhappy when questioned.
But Fu Hao was not at all unhappy, he smirked, folded his hands, and looked at Lin Chen eagerly.
I have to say, this trick works very well.
Xing Conglian saw the originally unsmiling young man bow his head, picked up the evidence bag on the table in embarrassment, and told them seriously: "These white quartz sand should come from a sand table. There is a type of therapy in psychotherapy called sand table. Games basically use such white sand and many ornaments to explore and integrate the human mind." He seemed to be thinking about something, speaking slowly but carefully, "If there was no Taobao, the price of a complete set of sand table therapy equipment would be More than 20,000 yuan, there are only a handful of manufacturers and distributors, but now, it will be very difficult for you to trace the source of Baisha.”
His voice was a little light, but whether it was his peaceful eyebrows or his upright posture, he had an absolute and convincing attitude.
What should I say, in the face of absolute professionalism, all guesswork seems too petty.
Xing Conglian was very apologetic, but his apology only lasted for a few seconds before it was broken by Lin Chen's next words.
"You let me go and promise not to appear in front of me again in the future, and I'll tell you where these sands come from."
"Okay." Xing Cong didn't hesitate at all, and answered quickly. After speaking, he supported Yi with one hand and looked at Lin Chen with interest.
This time, Lin Chen was surprised.
He did not expect that the police would respond to this request.
He stared at the detective's dark green eyes, and seemed to be able to see sincerity and integrity, as if he really didn't look like he was bluffing: "The sand in the little fat man's hand was stolen from my room, but the sand next to the rest of the corpses was stolen. Bai Sha, I really don't know."
So he replied.
Xing Conglian nodded, with such an expression as expected.
Lin Chen didn't speak anymore, he glanced at his junior brother, stood up, and wanted to leave.
At this moment, a slight vibration sounded in the interrogation room.
Lin Chen turned back subconsciously, only to see the two people sitting in the chairs looking at each other, and then each answered the phone.
"Mr. Lin."
Xing Cong kept pressing the microphone and suddenly stopped him.
"We'll go to Central Park later, just in time to take you home by the way, please wait a moment."
He said it naturally, without flaws, and it was impossible to refuse.
If he knew that the so-called drop-in was to go to the scene of the murder first, Lin Chen would definitely not get in the jeep of Xing Conglian.
The incident happened in Central Park, and the deceased was a young man in his 30s.
According to the report, the man was exercising in the park when he accidentally fell from the ring, and the cause of death may be a fracture of the base of the skull.
At this time, it was completely dark, the street lights were thin, the camphor trees in the park swayed gently in the wind, and in the night, the yellow warning line raised by the police was particularly clear. There were so many people around the cordon that it was impossible to see what was inside.
The inertia of the brake made Lin Chen lean forward slightly.
In a flash, the police officer in the cab had already taken off his police uniform, pulled the handbrake, and lowered the window.
Before he could react, the police officer got out of the car and locked the door, leaving him and Fu Hao in the car.
"Mr. Lin, then please wait a while."
Across the car window, the police officer blew a kiss to him, and then ran away dashingly.
Lin Chen was sitting in a jeep with the night wind passing through the window. Everything that happened today was very bizarre, but in the final analysis it was because the people he met today were very strange.
Beside him, the younger brother trembled and whispered: "Senior brother, don't be angry, Captain Xing probably just wants to send you home. Others are not bad, because they have a quarter of the fighting race blood and a quarter of the Italian country. Bloodlines, so people are more unrestrained... "
"These two bloodlines are mixed, and there is basically no normal person." Lin Chen said, looking at Xing Conglian's back.
Of course, Xing Conglian couldn't hear Lin Chen's evaluation of him.
As a human with a complex bloodline, he is a model of flexibility and extension. He scratched his hair, lit a cigarette, mixed into the crowd, and then stood beside an aunt wearing a square dance dress.
"Auntie, what's going on, there are so many police officers." The captain of the criminal police poked a cigarette, pretending to be a crowd of onlookers, and poked the aunt beside him in horror and curiosity.
"It's dead!" The aunt said in non-standard Mandarin, leaning into Xing Conglian's ear.
"Who died, this is a big deal!"
"Isn't it a big deal? I can see this guy every day. I also exercised with him yesterday." Speaking of gossip, the aunt was very enthusiastic, "He shouldn't be too powerful, he can hook his feet to the rings, and so on. Come here." As she said, the aunt bent down excitedly to demonstrate, "It's like this, and then the ring broke, and he just fell down and died!"
"That's so miserable!" Xing Conglian agreed.
"It's more than miserable, his face was so frightening at the time that his eyes were about to fall out, and the cry could be heard from ten miles away."
"You mean, he wasn't dead when he fell?" Xing Conglian suddenly realized something.
"No, let's move him, he was still moving at that time!"
…
"The aunt just said that the ring broke suddenly, and the person did not die on the spot."
Xing Cong Lian was by the window on Lin Chen's side, with a cigarette in his hand. Although Fu Hao felt that he was talking to himself, the words completely seemed to be for Lin Chen.
Lin Chen leaned on the back of the chair, his eyes closed lightly, as if he had fallen into a light sleep.
One person seemed to be talking in the night wind, while the other person was sleeping half-truths in the night.
Fu Hao was about to be burned by the strange atmosphere between the two, so he quickly stepped forward: "Is it an accident?"
Xing Conglian didn't answer him, but looked at Lin Chen and said, "This will only come to a conclusion after the forensic department has finished investigating the scene."
Fu Hao felt that he was superfluous. Just when he wanted to continue talking, Lin Chen, who was beside him, suddenly opened his eyes and stood up straight with the car door. Fu Hao followed his line of sight and could vaguely pass through the crowd. Saw the place where the murder just happened.
It was dark, the police lights were flashing, and the fitness equipment glowed blue.
These equipment are scattered and stand. They are standard equipment such as uneven bars and sit-ups. They are half-new, and some parts are smooth to the touch, but there is no trace of rust or damage.
Only in the most corners, the rings stand alone, one hanging in mid-air and the other falling to the ground.
Under the hoisting ring, which seemed to still have splotches of blood, was a sandy patch of turf that had degenerated.
Lin Chen glanced at Xing Conglian, the two were so close, they could almost feel each other's breath.
In the darkness of the night, he saw that the police officer's eyes were a little more searched, and it seemed that he had also found clues about the sand, but he held it back and did not clarify it.
The same is sand.
In this city, there have been cases that seem to be related to sand for several days. It may be a coincidence, but it is also possible that there is a connection behind them.
But Lin Chen thought, what does these things have to do with him
"I was at the police station when the crime happened." Lin Chen said, "so the murderer wasn't me."
After he finished speaking, he saw a trace of disappointment in Xing Conglian's eyes.
"What Mr. Lin said, I don't understand very well." Xing Conglian took a breath, then threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out, and said with a smile.