Chapter 90: Seventh day 05

Fang Daichuan went directly to the police station after he was discharged from the hospital.
He is now the only living evidence, a major suspect, and the police station's performance for one year is about to be accounted for in this major case. Seven or eight police officers surrounded him and got into a police car. Although he didn't wear handcuffs, the posture was really scary. Fang Daichuan was in a trance again, and he didn't know what he was thinking, and he lowered his head.
No one knew the inside story. They only saw Fang Daichuan bowed down and got into the police car, surrounded by seven or eight policemen, as if they were facing an enemy. His agent drove behind him. The agent's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and the assistant bowed his head in tears like a concubine.
The entertainment gossip public account had a collective climax that night.
In the summer, the people who eat melon are very excited. Recently, the entertainment circle has been quiet, and the public account Zhengxue can't find performance. This time, an anomaly broke out, and the Internet instantly blew up the pot.
"@娱乐乐直播: Fang Daichuan was arrested. Guess whether the drug addict team gets one point or the prostitution team gets one point? [Picture] [Picture] [Picture]"
"@看活闹不會大事: actor Fang Daichuan was arrested today on suspicion of taking drugs, in a trance. [Picture] [Picture] [Picture]"
"@ Concern Bagua One Hundred Years: A third-line actor who murdered and absconded and was arrested in Shandong according to law. [Picture]
There are scolding, some sighing for the quality of the people, some asking the truth, some eating melons and watching the excitement, and a few fans are fighting for reasons under the entertainment account Weibo, saying please wait for the truth. Don’t spread rumors, it’s a pity that Fang Daichuan is a 28-line star who has few fans and has not experienced the baptism. He is not good at fighting. He is surrounded and pinched by passers-by. Below Zhang Airport's selfie, wept bitterly.
Soon, #方戴川被412# and #方戴川是谁# were both on the hot search.
Brother Deng swiped Weibo for a while, getting more and more angry, and threw the phone directly.
"What a good thing you did!" He turned his head and cursed Xiao Zhou, "You can catch up with this kind of thing! You dare to put Fang Daichuan in the car without checking your documents?! Fortunately, people are back alive! People are dead outside. I see if you can afford it!"
Xiao Zhou sat in the passenger seat and cried, yelling: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
Fang Daichuan didn't know about the one on the Internet. His mobile phone was confiscated and he was sitting in the interrogation room and being asked over and over again about the same set of arguments.
At the beginning, the police even poured him a cup of coffee. He had never experienced these battles. He didn't know that coffee would make his interrogation more sad, so he drank it casually.
Since then, the water has not entered.
Repeatedly tell his experience, starting from the beginning, from the back to the front, starting at any point in the middle.
"What happened on the third day?" There was already a group of police officers behind the table, and red blood came out of their eyes. After pulling him for a while, he asked him in surprise.
Fang Daichuan’s brain was rusty and he reacted very slowly. He thought for a while before he said: "On the third day, Niu Xinyan made breakfast. I was reading at the table. They all came down. After the little couple came down, the floor There are footprints on it. I poured a glass of water on the long woolen blanket in advance, and you can see the footprints..."
"Please describe from the back to the front, the order in which the others went downstairs." The police interrupted him.
Fang Daichuan closed his eyes, a little sleepy. It was dark outside and he was very tired.
The police made a gesture, and the two co-ops moved their headlights and hit Fang Daichuan's face.
With the strong searchlight, the whole face was sore that it was grilled. The thin eyelids couldn't block the light, and the front of his eyes became red when he closed his eyes. Fang Daichuan quickly opened his eyes again.
"Please describe from the back to the front, the order in which everyone went downstairs early on the third day." The police repeated the question.
Fang Daichuan’s eyes were dry and his lips had cracked a few places. From morning to now, he hadn't drank a sip of water. The early morning coffee accelerated his metabolism, and he only felt thirsty.
"Ding Zihui and Mrs. Song went downstairs last. In front of them was the young couple, followed by Liu Xin, Du Chaosheng, Li Sinian, Yang Song, and Niu Xinyan. I went downstairs to wait for them first." He repeated numbly and licked. Licking dry lips.
The policeman was expressionless: "What were you talking about when the couple went downstairs?"
Fang Daichuan couldn't help but closed his eyes again.
Boom--a sound.
Fang Daichuan woke up, and the police knocked a cup heavily on the iron table.
"Talking about the secretary. Du Chaosheng asked Niu Xinyan if he wanted to be his secretary. Niu Xinyan said that his secretary was killed by him, and she didn't dare to do it." Fang Daichuan gasped for a few moments, a thirst irritation came from his throat. With chapped lips, his voice was completely muted.
When he was drowsy at midnight to the extreme, Fang Daichuan squinted for five minutes before being awakened. The whole back of his brain hurts terribly, streaks of pain, and the feeling of roots stuck in his head and pulled out one by one, very sleepy. It hurts.
But that's okay, Fang Daichuan took a few breaths of scorching hot air, and the dry air rubbed his throat, making it gritty and painful. In this way, you won't think of anyone, won't imagine who died in the flames, and won't despair. He raised his hand and kissed the ring on the ring finger, with a clear light in his eyes.
He did not fulfill his wish.
"How did you and Li Sinian met?" The twelve hours of intense interrogation allowed the police to judge that Fang Daichuan's psychological defense was on the verge of collapse, and they finally began to break into the topic.
Fang Daichuan's eyelashes flicked.
Several policemen caught a glimpse of his reaction, and they all straightened up with a shock.
They are also tired to the extreme, fighting now, seeing that the twenty-four hours are coming, Fang Daichuan’s parents and the brokerage company are mediating, the key lies in these two hours, it depends on whether Fang Daichuan’s mouth can be pried out. .
Several policemen quickly spoke: "Where did you meet? When did he come to China? When was this event organized?"
Fang Daichuan sniffed. He didn't know if the light was too cracked or he was too sleepy. Several policemen saw the twists and turns of water in his eyes, and he pressed them firmly.
"I met him on the island. I don't know where he came from or how he was organized. We only knew him for seven days."
Several police officers looked at each other.
"You fart!" a fat man yelled, threw out a dozen materials, and slapped the table so loudly, "Look for yourself! The mercenary group has trained for thirteen years! Mafia godfather's grandson! Moderate depression! Drugs! Addiction! Anti-social personality! Such a person, who knows you for seven days, will send you a ring to bed and you?! Do you really think of yourself as a star?! Do you think Li Sinian is a rich second-generation star?!!!"
Fang Daichuan opened the information and looked at it in silence for a while. His expression was extremely calm, but under the invisible table edge, his palms were clenched, and his nails were firmly embedded in the palm lines.
"I didn't know that he had depression. He was behaving normally. Apart from self-destruction and self-abuse, I couldn't see anti-social personality. I didn't know that he was addicted to drugs. He had not taken or injected any drugs on the island. , To talk about addiction, probably only alcohol." He endured waves of colic in his heart, and suddenly understood something.
Why did Li Sinian's fingers tremble with sudden cramps? Why did he drink a lot of wine but didn't care about the place where the wine was made? Why did he jump into the sea without saying anything after being poisoned? Why did his fingers move flexibly and lightly, and there was a long, horizontal scar on his waist.
He has depression, he is addicted to drugs, and he has been trained in a mercenary group for fifteen years.
There is no one behind him, no friends, no relatives, and he has already acquiesced that no one will be rescued, no one will pay attention to him, whether he is alive or dead, alone.
Was Li Sinian such a person?
He suddenly laughed, leaning forward and backward, uncontrollable.
Such a person, kissing in his ear, stuffed a bottle of hand cream into his hand, and said, "Brother Chuaner, would you?" There was a little pet in his voice. Such a person, who puts the ring into his pocket while in a mess, will laugh and pry open oysters for him to eat, and will kiss him vividly on the bed.
He didn't go to bed and me for seven days, Fang Daichuan thought, the grandson of the godfather of the Mafia, the best mercenary, the depression patient, Li Sinian. Knowing me for seven days, he has decided that he will be by me once before he died.
"You think we get along too short, but I hate that I didn't get to know him earlier," Fang Daichuan reached out and wiped the tears from his laughter. "I knew that when I was young, I shouldn't let him go, tie him to my house, and grow up with him. "
As he said, he imagined such a scene, smiling, with a sliver of light in his eyes.