Criminal Psychology

Chapter 107 Plasma

Why kill but not kill.

There are actually many answers to this question.

For example, shaking hands, for example, the knife is not fast, but the biggest possibility is that when the girl with flowers slashed Li Jingtian's neck with the knife, she didn't actually intend to kill him, so Li Jingtian escaped and walked out of the emergency room alive room.

This possibility, of course, is option C, an option that looks like everyone is happy, but attracts infinite reverie.

"So, we are going to change the direction of investigation?" Xing Conglian probably thought of this, and his face was a little sad, so he finally lit the unlit cigarette again.

Green smoke curled up, and the sun was dazzling.

Lin Chen couldn't figure this out for a while.

If Li Jingtian is the leader, in order to hype the incident to attract public attention, why doesn't he pretend to be more pitiful, you know, walking out of the emergency room by himself in front of so many media really looks too much like a self-directed and self-acted hype incident, precisely because Like, so it is impossible for an experienced planner to do such a thing.

Then, from another perspective, if Li Jingtian is indeed the victim, the question is, why did the girl only cut a hole in his neck, but didn't kill him?

Lin Chen recalled the scene on the stage at that time, the microphone that slammed to the ground, the fingers tightly clutching his neck, and the blood seeping from the fingers. In any case, judging by the amount of bleeding, Li Jingtian did not As if he was able to walk out of the emergency room alive, there must be something wrong.

"Honestly, I think this matter has already violated the laws of human physiology. It is impossible for a normal person to maintain normal mobility after losing so much blood. This is incredible."

Xing Conglian touched his chin and said, "It seems that we can only trouble the husband of Comrade Zhang Xiaolong's colleague to inquire about the news?"

Li Jingtian's agent had already called out the police by name, and instead of actively expressing his stance, he chose to investigate secretly, and Xing Conglian was probably the only one.

"Indeed, it's better to keep a low profile." Lin Chen said.

"Then let's go back to the scene to see?" Xing Conglian asked.

"it is good."

After returning to the air-conditioned hall, Lin Chen remembered to check the time.

Time is the most obvious clue, now at 11:25 noon, judging from the time when Li Jingtian was sent to the hospital, he actually spent half an hour in the emergency room at most.

Half an hour, of course, wouldn't be able to complete a carotid artery repair operation, so the only possibility is that Li Jingtian's injury was really not serious, and that girl was indeed merciful.

So the crux of the problem is still blood, why did Li Jingtian bleed so much?

Xing Conglian stood on the stage, talking to his colleagues from the forensics department. The other party nodded, squatted on the ground, pointed to the large bloodstain that merged with the red carpet, and said, "Sentence team, I just wanted to Looking for you, I don't think this should be human blood."

"What is non-human blood, animal blood?"

"It doesn't look like that either." The police officer in the forensics department continued to shake his head.

They have already cut out a sample of the carpet and sent it for testing. At this moment, it seems that the entire stage has been hollowed out. "We still have to wait for the test results to come out."

Xing Conglian frowned, as if he had guessed something, and then he also squatted down.

He took off his gloves and lightly pressed his fingers on the bloodstain. The police officer in the forensics department seemed to realize something. He was about to speak to stop him, but he saw that Xing Conglian had already put his finger into his mouth and tasted it.

Lin Chen walked to the edge of the stage, saw that Xing Conglian had just finished licking his fingers, turned his head, and said to him as if he still had something to say: "Sweet, it tastes good."

Lin Chen simply didn't know what to say, licking the victim's blood in public was indeed a bit harsh.

Xing Conglian didn't care, he patted his buttocks and stood up, and said: "Cream and artificial coloring are blended just right."

Lin Chen was stunned, and asked, "What is that?"

"A prop for fake blood plasma, this formula is very good, basically a Hollywood-level prop." Xing Conglian said, still wanting to slap his mouth.

The police officers of the forensic department on the side were also frightened: "What the hell, is this self-directed and self-acted cut throat?"

In fact, anyone who encounters similar things will probably make similar speculations.

Xing Conglian turned his head, pressed his index finger to his lips, and signaled the forensics officer to keep his voice down.

Lin Chen groaned. It would be too unwise to say that this was a self-hype of the throat-cutting incident. He asked a girl pretending to be a fan to come on stage and wipe her own neck, using artificial plasma to create the illusion of tragedy, and left A bouquet of extremely cruel green roses. Although this kind of incident is very explosive, it is still a double-edged sword. A little carelessness will cause great damage to the artist's image.

This is still not worth the candle.

When Lin Chen was hesitating, he suddenly heard Xing Conglian ask: "If this is artificial plasma, doesn't that mean that there is only one murder case left for us to investigate?"

He was referring, of course, to the poor little bird that was stabbed to death by the rose.

Xing Conglian sighed, and said, "Headache."

……

What can give Xing Conglian a headache, of course, is not some artificial plasma and singers who pretend to have their throats cut.

The ones that really give him headaches are probably only certain people, certain stubborn people.

Wang Chao sat in an ice cream shop on the second floor of Ansheng International and ordered a matcha-flavored smoothie. While eating a cold drink, he searched for the two questions Lin Chen had assigned to him.

First: Li Jingtian's identity and background.

Second: why there are so many fans supporting Li Jingtian today.

The air conditioner in the store is fully turned on, and the waitress is much more beautiful than other stores.

After he set the keywords, he ate a cold drink in big gulps. Before he could finish a portion, the computer beeped, indicating that the search had been completed.

He stuffed all the remaining cold drinks into his mouth, then sat cross-legged on the sofa chair, dragged the scroll bar, and carefully read the search content.

To be honest, he really doesn't have much interest in gossip in the entertainment circle, probably straight men don't like that kind of intrigue stories. However, the gossip about Li Jingtian is really more bloody than that kind of gossip drama. The more absorbed he was, he didn't even notice that someone pushed open the glass door of the ice cream shop.

"So pretty?"

Wang Chao felt someone sitting down next to him, and leaned towards him to ask this question.

"Hey, don't talk." He waved his hand, trying to coax the man away like a fly.

But the person next to him wanted to come over to look at it, so he pushed towards the person's head, and he didn't realize who the person sitting next to him was until the prickly feeling was transmitted to the brain through the skin.

"Boss, why are you here!"

He jumped up and sat down with a bang: "Silence, you scared me to death!"

"Mr. Wang, I didn't expect you to have such a hobby."

Xing Conglian took a cigarette in his mouth, looked at the explosive headline on the screen, and pouted.

There was a piece of news on the screen. Compared with the explosive headline, the accompanying picture was even more eye-catching. It was a pair of ladies' lace underwear thrown on the messy bedding, and it was still black.

Wang Chao subconsciously concealed it, and then felt that something was wrong: "Boss, I am investigating a case, please be correct!"

Lin Chen sat on the opposite side, looking at the two people in front of him, he always felt that what they were talking about must not be a very good topic.

"Ah, Mr. Wang, at your age, it's normal for people to have such hobbies." Xing Conglian patted the boy's head, as if I understood it very well.

"I rely on the boss, don't treat me as dirty as you think!"

Chao Chao tried to stay away from him, but Xing Conglian was squeezed into the booth by the window, unable to move at all.

"Where is it, speaking of it, I don't know that you like this taste, it's a bit strong..." Xing Conglian said, scanning the dynasty from head to toe, then turned his head and read the title , "The princess in the private room earns [-] a day, and all kinds of novel ways of playing shocked the reporters?"

Hearing Xing Conglian read the title aloud, Wang Chao's face was blushing. Although Lin Chen also knew that the young man probably found some key clues, his shy appearance was really cute.

So he couldn't help but laugh too.

Probably because he didn't want to talk to Xing Conglian, the boy turned his head, looked at him seriously and said, "Ah Chen, it's really a clue related to Li Jingtian's case!"

"Oh..." Lin Chen drew the tone, and then said slowly, "Actually, you can do whatever you like, after all, you are young, you just have to pay attention to safety..."

"Achen!"

The boy interrupted him angrily.