Wang Qin just stood there watching the scene in front of him. Yan Bing put the handcuffs on Lin Zihan's hands. Wang Qin originally planned to ask, but when Lin Zihan walked out of the crowd, he stopped himself with his hands. Wang Qin watched Lin Zihan walk up to the police, thinking he would have something to say, but Lin Zihan clearly wanted to be taken away.
The people around were looking at this young man who came in at an unknown time, with a mean look on his face. It would be best for such a person to be taken away by the police. No one would offend the government security bureau by making excuses for Lin Zihan.
Lin Zihan was actually involved in the fire last night. If there was evidence pointing to Lin Zihan, even if it could not be proved that Lin Zihan set the fire, based on suspicion alone, Lin Zihan would most likely be sent directly to the detention center. After all, he was at the scene. There are seven lives.
Lin Zihan did not choose to evade. Under his silly appearance, he was frantically thinking about how to make up a perfect lie to cover up what happened last night. If he was really considered to be related to last night's arson, he would be directly involved in the arson. When detained, you may even discover your own secrets.
Lin Zihan used the cover of his smile and his active cooperation to make the police think that he was just an ordinary person. As for what happens after entering, I can slowly deal with it. I can only hope that Wang Qin is interested in my secret and can bail me out. As long as my secret is not discovered, as for the police surveillance, it is nothing to me. .
In the interrogation room, Lin Zihan generously admitted that he had indeed drank a bottle of concentrated medicine, and that he had called the police after discovering the fire. When the police began to ask Lin Zihan whether he was the arsonist or whether he saw anything unusual that night, Lin Zihan shouted that he had a headache and began to struggle wildly.
Lin Zihan's hands were frantically trying to break free from the handcuffs, holding his head, and pressing his scalp hard with his fingers. After Lin Zihan shouted, his face showed an expression of extreme pain, and then he just held his head, his whole body His arms were propped up on the interrogation table, supporting himself tightly.
Yan Bing was behind the one-way glass in the interrogation room. Thinking of Lin Zihan's previous performance, Yan Bing felt that from the very beginning, Lin Zihan was acting. This headache may also be acting. Lin Zihan acted very cooperatively. , in fact, completely uncooperative.
Yan Bing knew that if this headache was staged, then Lin Zihan must have received professional anti-interrogation training, so there must be an ulterior secret behind Lin Zihan, which may be the revenge of an underground organization.
Yan Bing guessed correctly, but not completely. She stood behind the glass, completely ignoring Lin Zihan's pain, and just watched quietly, "I want to see what else you can do." Yan Bing planned to leave Lin Zihan alone so that Lin Zihan would be the first to panic. But the next second, Yan Bing began to regret it.
Lin Zihan loosened his hands and lay down on the table. His left hand hung down weakly and his right hand was pressed under his head. Lin Zihan passed out like this.
Yan Bing's prediction was correct. Lin Zihan was indeed pretending because he hadn't figured out how to explain what happened last night. Once he told a lie, he would use countless lies to make up for it. Lin Zihan couldn't lie, but he really didn't have a good explanation for that night, so he had to delay the interrogation first to buy himself time.
Lin Zihan's best idea was to pass out. So before entering the police station, Lin Zihan began to prepare for this moment. Although he was pretending to show the people at the police station, the pain was real. Before Lin Zihan walked out of the crowd, he picked up a glass of wine on the table and drank it.
On the way here, Lin Zihan swayed, speeding up the absorption of alcohol, and then Lin Zihan deliberately blew the cold wind from the moment he went out. He had a sudden attack that night. It must be the sudden cold and heat that stimulated him.
Lin Zihan was gambling, he hoped that his body would be as weak as last night, and the cold and heat would aggravate his pain, so even though it was time to take medicine, Lin Zihan did not take it.
Indeed, as Lin Zihan thought, the absorption of alcohol kept his body in a warm state. If he deliberately blew the cold wind, the cold and heat would indeed make him dizzy. Sitting in the interrogation room, Lin Zihan avoided answering and began to recall the pain he experienced in the North. This would cause him to fall into painful memories, and his defenses would collapse and he would start to have headaches.
Although Lin Zihan was pretending, the pain was indeed real. Only in this way could he deceive the police's eyes and the doctors' instruments, successfully avoid the interrogation, and stay in the hospital to buy himself more time. Lin Zihan fainted again from the pain, which seemed to explain why he left fingerprints on the fragments.
At the moment of fainting, Lin Zihan looked helplessly at the one-way glass, his eyes full of longing, which was Lin Zihan's desire to faint. If it weren't for the fact that he was avoiding interrogation, he would never have endured this unbearable headache.
Yan Bing saw Lin Zihan slumped on the table, his left hand hanging down, with a bracelet on his wrist, and a small mark on his exposed forearm. Yan Bing looked at the mark on his left arm. It didn't seem to be a mark of any organization, just a small purple birthmark, like a willow leaf.
"Go and see how he is doing, hurry up." Yan Bing changed his calm and calm personality and started roaring crazily. Through Lin Zihan's last look at the glass, Yan Bing saw Lin Zihan's desire, which was like a desire for death, more like a plea for fate. In the corner of Lin Zihan's eyes, there seemed to be a tear spinning, but it just wasn't there. will leave the eyeball.
Yan Bing looked at Lin Zihan's last look. Yan Bing forgot Lin Zihan's identity as a suspect. He only saw those pitiful eyes, which were bright but full of despair. His final fainting seemed to be A kind of relief, and there seems to be a smile in the eyes that are finally closed.
Yan Bing did not expect that he had entered the military academy at the age of sixteen and graduated into the Security Bureau at the age of twenty. He had been on the dangerous front line of the Security Bureau for four years. He thought that his heart was extremely determined, but because of that short second of eyes, he... Emotionally broken. Over the years, I thought I had become strong enough and strong enough not to experience any emotional changes, but that second of gaze awakened the vulnerability deep within me.
Yan Bing couldn't figure out why he was still struggling and resisting at the beginning, but when he was really about to lose consciousness, there was a kind of relief in Lin Zihan's eyes, even a yearning for death.
I had seen that look in my eyes before. When my brother died, he showed a bright smile. There was a kind of longing in his eyes, as if he was not facing a terrible death, but a beautiful new life.
After Yan Bing roared, he stood behind the glass, calmed down his mood, and waited for his heart to calm down. Yan Bing collected his emotions and walked into the interrogation room. "What happened to him?" Yan Bing moved the corners of his mouth and raised his head to motion to the people next to the table.
"The breathing is weak, he must have passed away from collapse." The person who came in to check tested Lin Zihan's breathing.
"Send him to the hospital and keep an eye on him 24 hours a day." Yan Bing walked to Lin Zihan and looked at the birthmark on Lin Zihan's arm. The purple birthmark was like a willow leaf fluttering in the wind. On Lin Zihan's arm. If Lin Zihan hadn't been exhausted and his clothes were scraped on the corner of the table, it might not have been exposed.
Yan Bing saw a tag hanging around Lin Zihan's neck, so he reached over and pulled it off, holding it in his hand. The tag is not big. It should be made of alloy aluminum. It is very light and seems to have some rare metals added. It feels textured and looks darker than ordinary aluminum alloy.
Yan Bing held the tag with his thumb and index finger, and looked at it. There were four words "Death Desire" crookedly engraved on it.
Is death still a desire? If you want to die, isn't it easy? Shouldn't it be rare to live? Yan Bing suddenly felt in his heart that this person was not so annoying, but rather curious about Lin Zihan's heart. In Yan Bing's view, death is a sign of cowardice. If someone desires death, then this person must be a fool. Death is nothing more than a momentary thing.
"Sister Bing, the director is looking for you." A policeman came in outside the door and greeted Yan Bing. Yan Bing responded and put the tag in his pocket.
