"I'm indeed in a hurry."
"Speak."
"I'm reasonably suspecting that the current Lin lang is Fang Yun."
A sinister glint flashed past Fu Nanli's eyes. This was a crucial point of breakthrough. If that was the case, it seemed that many things would make sense.
"Why would you have such an idea? Do you have any evidence?"
Fu Chuan shook his head. I've had someone follow Lin lang for a few days and interviewed some people who had been in contact with Lin lang before. This included her teacher when she was in Film Academy, Fang Yun's high school classmates, and ran ran.
Fu Nanli nodded, indicating for him to continue.
and Lin Lang's previous psychiatrist.
Fu Nanli narrowed his eyes. What's wrong with her?"
she used to have severe depression. Her teacher and those who had been in contact with her said that she was very sensitive and introverted, so she had been in the entertainment industry for a few years and was not famous at all. Her assistant, Fang Yun, was relatively strong and cheerful, and also very opinionated. She had quarreled with some producers and producers because of her. Lin Lang's personality now is very similar to Fang Yun'S.
Fu Nanli's brows were tightly furrowed.
that's not true. Fang Yun's looks were average in the past and she doesn't have much of a memory. But as you said last time, her figure is very similar to Lin Lang's. It's hard to tell from her back.
Fu Nanli raised his head slightly.
this also explains why Lin lang has been unwilling to donate blood to Wen Qiao, and why she has never been admitted to the hospital for the past five years. It should be the real Lin Lang's blood type, which is different from Wen Qiao's. She's afraid of exposing her identity.
"So the real Lin lang was killed by her? She wanted to be an actress? You want to be famous?"
Fu Chuan shook his head. I really don't know about that. The main thing is that I didn't see any bodies, so I have to continue investigating. All of this is just my guess, but I think my guess should be right.
Fu Nanli lowered his eyes. then go and look for Lin lang directly and try to sound him out. Send someone over. Don't reveal your identity for the time being.
"Don't worry," Fu Chuan replied.
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Late at night, Lin lang returned to his residence from the production team. This 300-square-meter flat was usually lived by her alone. There was a part-time cleaner Auntie who only came over to do some cleaning during the day.
She took a bottle of red wine from the wine rack, poured a glass, and sat on the high stool in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. She took a sip, and the bitter taste spread on the tip of her tongue.
The phone on the marble table beside her suddenly vibrated. She swiped it open to take a look, and her hand trembled. The wine glass slipped from her hand and fell to the ground, making a crisp shattering sound.
She was so nervous that her face was ashen. She looked at the words on the screen carefully, and her heart was in her throat.
where is the real Lin lang? "
She was suddenly afraid. The endless night had eroded and wrapped around her. Her whole body trembled slightly, and she was somewhat avoiding looking at the message on her phone.
However, she also knew that someone was starting to suspect her. If she didn't take any precautions, she would definitely be unlucky in the future.
She smacked the table, her expression contorted. It's all Wen Qiao's fault!
If Wen Qiao didn't want her blood, she could've kept the truth a secret for a long time. She just wanted to live on in peace.
She replied with an ambiguous message: " Who are you? "
However, the other party didn't reply. He didn't reply at all. The tone of the message made her feel flustered. It was as if the other party really had absolute evidence and was only informing her instead of asking her.