The person from the laboratory pointed to two blood samples and said, "I have compared them. They are not Captain Min's, nor are they An Yixi's and Ha Sangyuan's."
He Meishu suddenly had an idea: "Could it be Li Jingtai's?"
The person from the laboratory shook his head and said, "I haven't compared this because I don't have Li Jingtai's blood sample."
He Meishu thought about it.
"I'll find a way to get his blood."
"Okay, just give me the sample then."
*
At this time, Su Qiao was sitting on a lazy chair on the balcony, basking in the sun with his eyes slightly closed, and wearing a pair of white headphones in his ears.
Suddenly, she seemed to hear something and her eyes opened quickly.
"What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"
Li Jingtai happened to be approaching her room with a glass of fresh juice. When he saw her suddenly sitting up, he thought she had a nightmare during her nap.
"Nothing."
She seemed to have heard Li Jingtai's name just now.
Although An Yixi is dead, the serial killer has not been caught yet, so she has been paying attention to He Meishu's situation over the past two days.
Just now, when she was half asleep, she seemed to vaguely hear He Meishu's voice, and she also mentioned Li Jingtai.
Li Jingtai's eyes flashed and his gaze fell on her headphones.
I originally wanted to ask her why she was wearing headphones while taking a nap.
But after thinking about it, he finally didn't ask anything, but handed the cup in his hand to her: "Have a glass of juice, it's for beauty."
Su Qiao took the glass absentmindedly and took a few sips.
As if she had thought of something, she stuffed the cup back into his hand, quickly returned to the room, opened the bedside table, and quickly found a small box.
Li Jingtai followed curiously and looked at the black spiders in the box, which were half the size of a fingernail. He was puzzled: "What is this?"
"Keep it a secret." Su Qiao looked up at him, walked to the balcony, and threw five black mechanical spiders onto the lawn downstairs.
Then he picked up a small remote control, fiddled with it for a while, and threw it back into the drawer.
Li Jingdi watched, but in the end he still didn't understand what Su Qiao was doing.
"Why are you keeping it a secret from me?" Li Jingtai was confused and a little dissatisfied.
"Why, you are allowed to keep a secret from me, but I am not allowed to keep a secret from you?"
Su Qiao snatched the juice from his hand and slowly walked back to the lazy chair on her balcony.
Li Jingtai quickly followed: "That's a medical report, and I didn't think you would know it soon."
Su Qiao took a sip of juice and glanced at him: "I didn't expect that you are so cunning at such a young age?"
A seven or eight-year-old child who can hardly speak and has never read a book, actually knows how to pretend to have amnesia and deceive people.
No wonder when they grow up, they have all these little tricks to play tricks on people.
Li Jingtai sat down on the small sofa opposite her with some helplessness: "Actually, this was not my intention."
"I couldn't speak very well at that time, so when they asked me questions, I just stood there dumbfounded and didn't know the answer."
"At that time, I was hit on the head by a flying car hood. After the doctor examined me, he said that I had a severe concussion. Moreover, when he asked me questions, I couldn't answer anything, so he diagnosed me with amnesia."
"After that, Li Jingtai's body was never found, and his parents died too. He had no other relatives. I was about the same age and looked similar, so I was mistaken for Li Jingtai and sent to an orphanage."