"I am indeed a little anxious."
"Go ahead."
"I reasonably suspect that the current Lin Lang is Fang Yun."
There was a sinister flash in Fu Nanli's eyes. This was a crucial breakthrough. If you put it that way, it seemed that a lot of things made sense.
"Why do you think so? Do you have any evidence?"
Fu Chuan shook his head: "I had someone follow Lin Lang for a few days, and visited some people who had contact with Lin Lang before, including her teacher when she was studying at the Film Academy, Fang Yun's high school classmates, and..."
Fu Nanli nodded, motioning him to continue.
"And Lin Lang's former psychiatrist."
Fu Nanli narrowed his eyes slightly: "Psychologist? 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 spent a few years in the entertainment industry without any fame. Her assistant Fang Yun was relatively strong and cheerful, and she was also very opinionated. She had quarreled with some producers and managers because of her. Lin Lang's personality now is very similar to Fang Yun's back then."
Fu Nanli frowned: "Do these two look alike?"
"That's not the case. Fang Yun used to be plain-looking and had nothing memorable about her. But as you said last time, her figure is very similar to Lin Lang's, and it's hard to tell them apart from behind."
Fu Nanli nodded slightly.
"This can also explain why the current Lin Lang has been unwilling to donate blood to Wen Qiao. It can also explain why she has never been to the hospital in the past five years. It should be that the real Lin Lang's blood type is different from Wen Qiao's. She is afraid of exposing her identity."
"So the real Lin Lang was killed by her? She wanted to be an actress? Want to be famous?"
Fu Chuan shook his head: "I really don't know about this. The main reason is that I haven't seen any bodies. I have to continue investigating. All of this is my guess, but I think my guess should be correct."
Fu Nanli lowered his eyes and said, "Then go directly to Lin Lang and try to insinuate the issue. Send someone there, but 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. She usually lived alone in this large 300-square-meter house. She had an hourly maid who only came to do some cleaning during the day.
She took a bottle of red wine from the wine rack, poured a glass, sat on the high stool in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, took a sip, and the bitter taste spread on the tip of her tongue.
The cell phone on the marble table next to her suddenly vibrated. She slid open the phone and took a look. Her hand shook and the wine glass slipped from her hand and fell to the ground with a crisp shattering sound.
She was so nervous that her face turned pale. She looked carefully at the words on the screen, her heart beating in her throat.
[Where is the real Lin Lang? ]
She suddenly became afraid. The endless night was eroding and enveloping her. Her whole body was trembling slightly. She didn't want to look at the message on her phone in a evasive way.
But she also knew that some people were beginning to suspect her, and if she didn't take some action, she would be in trouble in the future.
She slammed the table with a distorted expression. It was all Wen Qiao's fault!
If Wen Qiao hadn't wanted her blood, she could have hidden the truth for a long time. She just wanted to live in peace.
She sent back an ambiguous message [Who are you?]
But the other party did not reply, and never replied. The confident tone of the message made her feel panicked, as if the other party really had absolute evidence and was just informing her instead of asking her.
(End of this chapter)