Lin Lang turned around to look at them. The light from the corridor shone down from behind her. She couldn't see her expression clearly. She could only hear her voice, which was very low and suppressed: "I didn't kill anyone."
Click, the door closed, and Fu Chuan breathed a sigh of relief: "Do you think she will agree to donate blood to Xiao Wen?"
“I hope she has self-awareness.”
"Then do you think she killed the real Lin Lang?"
Fu Nanli picked up the glass and took a sip of whiskey: "I'm not God, I don't have a God's perspective, I don't know."
When Lin Lang returned home, the cabinet full of wine was in ruins, as it was smashed to pieces by her. The house was all red, which looked shocking, as if there was blood all over the floor.
She sat by the window, holding the only remaining bottle of wine, poured a little, and drank it slowly.
"Wen Qiao deserves to die. Wen Qiao really deserves to die."
How could she have ended up in such a situation if Wen Qiao hadn't suddenly disrupted her already balanced life
She worked very hard over the past five years and finally succeeded in her career and won the coveted Best Actress award. Her future should have been bright.
But now, it's ruined, everything is ruined.
The building is about to collapse. She seems to have seen her own future. Everything she has is about to collapse.
She swiped her phone and sent a message. Her life was ruined and she didn't want Wen Qiao to be happy, so she had to drag someone down with her.
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At the Wen family, Wen Qiao, who had just finished her final exams, welcomed the winter vacation. She was studying medicine with her uncle every day, so she had plenty of time.
That day she was reading a strange story, which told the story of a fox fairy who coveted the life of a rich lady, so she replaced the lady and lived her life.
Wen Qiao's eyes suddenly lit up, and he inexplicably felt that this story was very familiar.
She thought of Lin Lang and what Du Weiyang said. Her cousin's temperament had completely changed, and she had never returned to the gentle and thoughtful cousin she used to be.
So it is not split personality, and its symptoms are quite different from He Xihuai's.
Could it be that the current Lin Lang is no longer the same Lin Lang as before
Wen Qiao was shocked by her own idea. This was a woman's intuition. Once this intuition took shape in her mind, it would never go away.
She hurried to Zhonghuan Group, found Fu Nanli, and told him her guess.
There was silence in the room for a moment. Wen Qiao slapped his head and asked, "Am I thinking too complicated?"
Fu Nanli was shocked. He asked Fu Chuan to investigate in all aspects before coming to this conclusion, but Wen Qiao just made a guess on his own and it was so accurate.
Does his Qiao Er still have the potential to be a detective
He took her hand and made her sit on his lap.
"How did you come up with that?"
Wen Qiao repeated his reasoning, and Fu Nanli raised an eyebrow: "That's quite clever."
"So my reasoning is correct?"
"Yes."
"Then call the police."
Fu Nanli stretched out his hand and pressed his forehead: "To avoid any further trouble, wait until she finishes donating blood for you before calling the police."
Wen Qiao: "Do you think she killed Lin Lang? She was really cruel. She killed someone else and replaced his life. And no one knew about it for five years."
How meticulous does this have to be
"She said she didn't kill Lin Lang."
Wen Qiao chuckled, "How can a murderer say that he killed someone? But the real Lin Lang's body cannot be found. Even if we call the police, will there be nothing we can do to her?"
(End of this chapter)