Chapter 1293: Detect counterfeit goods

Chapter 1293: Exploring counterfeit goods
"It's really anxious."
"Say it."
"I reasonably suspect that Lin Lang is Fang Yun now."
A bird of prey flashed in Fu Nanli's eyes. This was a key breakthrough. If you say that, it seems that many things make sense.
"Why do you have such an idea? Is there any evidence?"
Fu Chuan shook his head: "I let people follow Lin Lang for a few days, and visited some people who had been in contact with Lin Lang before, including her teacher from the film school, classmates from Fang Yun high school, and..."
Fu Nan bowed his jaw and motioned him to continue.
"And Lin Lang's former psychiatrist."
Fu Nanli squinted slightly: "Psychiatrist? What happened to her?"
"She had severe depression in the past. Her teachers and people who had been in contact with her said that she was very sensitive and introverted, so she had been in the show business for a few years and had no reputation at all, while her assistant Fang Yun was relatively strong and cheerful. Many and very assertive, because she had quarreled with some producers, but now Lin Lang's personality is very similar to Fang Yun."
Fu Nanli frowned: "Do these two people look alike?"
"That's not the same. Fang Yun used to look plain and has no memory, but as you said last time, her figure is very similar to Lin Lang, which is hard to distinguish from behind."
Fu Nanli's jaw slightly.
"This can also explain why Lin Lang has always been reluctant to donate blood to Wen Qiao, and why she has never been to the hospital in the past five years. It should be Lin Lang's blood type, which is different from Wen Qiao's. She is afraid of revealing 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 about this. The main reason is that I haven't seen any corpses. I have to continue to investigate. All of these are my guesses, but I think my guesses are correct."
Fu Nanli lowered his eyes: "Then you go directly to Lin Lang and knock on the side, send someone to go, don't reveal your identity for the time being."
Fu Chuan: "Don't worry."
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In the middle of the night, Lin Lang returned to his residence from the crew. In this large flat-floor house of 300 square meters, she usually lives by herself. There is an aunt, a part-time worker, who only comes to do some cleaning during the day.
She took a bottle of red wine from the wine rack, poured a glass, sat on the high stool in front of the French window, took a sip, and the bitter taste spread on the tip of her tongue.
The mobile phone on the marble table beside her shook suddenly. She slid the mobile phone and looked at her. With a trembling of her hand, the wine glass fell from her hand and fell to the ground with a crisp cracking sound.
She was so nervous that she paled, watching the words on the screen carefully, her heart beating to her throat.
[Where is the real Lin Lang? ]
She suddenly became frightened. The endless night eroded and wrapped her. Her whole body was trembling slightly. She was a little evasive not to read the message on the phone.
But she also knew that someone was beginning to doubt her, and she would definitely be unlucky in the future if she didn't take some measures.
She patted the table, her expression was a little distorted, and she blamed Wen Qiao!
If Wen Qiao didn't want her blood, she could hide the truth for a long time, she just wanted to live in peace.
She returned an ambiguous message in the past [Who are you? ]
However, the other party did not reply, and there has been no reply. The sure tone of the message made her feel flustered, as if the other party really had the absolute evidence, and was only informing her, not asking her.
(End of this chapter)