Chapter 1293

"I'm really worried."

"Go ahead."

"I reasonably suspect that Lin Lang is Fang Yun."

Fu Nanli's eyes flashed evil, this is a key breakthrough, if you say so, it seems that a lot of things can be said.

"Why do you think so? Is there any evidence? "

Fu Chuan shook his head: "I have followed Lin Lang for a few days, and I have visited some people who have met with Lin Lang before, including her teachers in film school, her classmates in Fang Yun high school, and..."

Fu Nan bowed his jaw and motioned him to go on.

"And Lin Lang's former psychiatrist."

Fu Nanli narrowed his eyes: "psychologist? What's wrong with her? "

"She used to suffer from severe depression. Her teachers and people who had been in contact with her said that she was sensitive and introverted, so she mixed up in the entertainment industry for several years without any fame. Her assistant Fang Yun was relatively strong and cheerful, and she was very independent. Because of her quarrel with some producers and producers, Lin Lang's personality is very similar to Fang Yun at the beginning."

Fu Nanli frowned: "do these two people look alike?"

"It's not like that. Fang Yun used to be plain looking and had little memory. But as you said last time, her figure is very similar to Lin Lang, which is hard to distinguish from her back."

Fu Nanli has a slight jaw head.

"This can also explain why Lin Lang is not willing to donate blood to Wenqiao. It can also explain why she has never been admitted to the hospital in the past five years. It should be the real blood type of Lin Lang, which is different from Wenqiao's, and she is afraid to expose her identity."

"So the real Lin Lang was killed by her? She wants to be an actress? Want to be famous? "

Fu Chuan shook his head: "I really don't know. The main reason is that I haven't seen any bodies. I have to continue to investigate. All these are my conjectures, but I think my guess should be right."

Fu Nanli lowered his eyes: "then you can go to Lin Lang to beat around the Bush and send someone to do not expose his identity for the time being."

Fu Chuan: "don't worry."

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late at night, Lin Lang went back to his apartment from the crew. She usually lived alone in the 300 square meter house. She had a part-time aunt and 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 stool in front of the French window, sipped, and the bitter taste diffused on the tip of her tongue.

One side of the marble desktop mobile phone suddenly shocked, she slipped open the mobile phone to see, a shaking hand, the high foot wine glass from the hand slipped, fell on the ground, issued a crisp crack sound.

She was so nervous that her face turned pale. She looked at the words on the screen carefully, and her heart beat to her throat.

Where is the real Lin Lang? ]

she was suddenly afraid, and the endless night had eroded her and wrapped her up. She was shivering all over her body. She was somewhat evasive and didn't want to read the message on her mobile phone.

But she also knew that some people began to doubt her. If she did not make some measures, she would certainly have bad luck in the future.

She patted the table, and her expression was a little twisted. It was all wenjo's fault!

If wenjo didn't want her blood, she could hide the truth for a long time. She just wanted to live peacefully.

She returned a vague message to the past [who are you? ]

but the other party did not reply, and she did not reply all the time. The firm tone of the message made her feel flustered, as if the other party really grasped the absolute evidence and was just informing her, not asking her.