At 14:00.
A pure black embassy-licensed car exited the embassy's front door on time. At the moment when the car exited the iron gate, a cloud-like flash of flashing lights turned on, all cameras were running and all reporters were taking photos, but otherwise No one speaks.
The street in front of the embassy is filled with deadly silence. Fans in red clothes are like crushed petals falling on the ground. They support each other in regret. They cover their mouths and turn around, still immersed in extreme sadness. With shock.
No one dared to take a step closer to the black car, as if it were a shadow of death on the move, wherever he went, it was the ultimate malice of the human world.
Under the blue sky, under the pile of cotton white clouds, the whistling siren broke the tranquility of the entire embassy street.
A team of mounted police came from afar. They wore a navy blue uniform and drove a snow-white motorcycle. The red and blue police lights shone on each other.
The car stopped slowly, and the captain of the cavalry parked it just by the window, which lowered.
The captain seriously saluted and said in an official tone: "Yongchuan traffic police received the Hongjing police for help and escorted Mr. Li Jingtian to the airport."
The driver did n't know whether to salute or nodded. In short, there was no talking between them. The captain turned the car around. Then, the four motorcycle guards were around the black car. They were extremely acquainted and escorted the embassy faithfully. Car, drive towards the end of the road.
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14:05.
Xing Conglian went into the attic.
The live broadcast is long over. The embassy staff have begun disassembling the cameras installed at the four corners of the attic. The black gauze on the windows has been removed, and the bright sky shines through everything in the small building.
Lin Chen is still sitting at the table, he is still watching the picture painted by Li Jingtian.
The card game on the table was messy. When he saw him enter the door, Lin Chen suddenly looked up, his eyes suddenly flashed, like the kind of child who did the wrong thing when he met the director of teaching: "Why are you here, we want to go to the Cultural Center now to find the card Property? "
Lin Chen asked openly a topic.
Xing Lian didn't answer for the first time. His eyes fell on Lin Chen's arm, and Lin Chen's hand was still pressed against the wound, so that his fingers were covered with red-brown dried blood.
Real live is always more shocking than live TV.
"Take the picture and follow me." Xun Conglian said to Lin Chen. .
Lin Chen was unknown, so he hesitated, then said goodbye to the manipulator who was dismantling the instrument, and walked out of this **** and murderous room calmly and resolutely as he entered this cabin.
Even if such a big thing happened, it is still difficult to see the staff members in the embassy. The corridor here is far-reaching, with wide vine plants covering the upper end of the corridor, covering the next large dark green shadow.
Lin Chen followed behind Xun Conglian, and along the way, Xun Conglian didn't say anything to him anymore, but Lin Chen judged according to the direction. Xing Conglian didn't seem to take him to the scene. The direction they were traveling was in this direction. Walk deep into the building complex.
Just when Lin Chen thought that Xing Lianhui would take him to appreciate the magic of this land, Xing Lianlian had taken him to the medical office at the end of the corridor.
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Criminal Psychology Book 1
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