Chapter 1293 Testing the Counterfeit

"It's true that I'm a little anxious."

"Say it."

"I have reasonable suspicion that the current Lin Lang is Fang Yun."

A sinister look flashed in Fu Nanli's eyes. This was a crucial breakthrough. If you put it this way, a lot of things would make sense.

"Why do you think this way? Is there any evidence?"

Fu Chuan shook his head: "I had people follow Lin Lang for a few days, and interviewed some people who had been in contact with Lin Lang before, including her teachers when she was in film school, Fang Yun's classmates in high school, and..."

Fu Nanli nodded, indicating for him to continue speaking.

"And Lin Lang's former psychiatrist."

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

"She suffered from severe depression before. Her teachers and people who had been in contact with her before said that she was very sensitive and introverted, so she spent several years in the entertainment industry without being famous at all, while her assistant Fang Yun was relatively strong and cheerful. A lot, and very opinionated. She had quarreled with some producers and producers because of her, and the character of Lin Lang now is very similar to Fang Yun back then. "

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

"That's not the case. Fang Yun used to be mediocre in appearance and has little memory, but as you said last time, her body shape is very similar to Lin Lang's, and it's hard to tell from behind."

Fu Nanli nodded slightly.

"This can also explain why Lin Lang has been unwilling to donate blood to Wen Qiao, and it can also explain why she has never entered the hospital in the past five years. It should be Lin Lang's real blood type, which is different from Wen Qiao's. She was afraid of revealing her identity."

"So the real Lin Lang was killed by her? She wanted to be an actor? Want to become famous?"

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

Fu Nanli lowered his eyes and said, "Then you go directly to Lin Lang to try and sneak around, send someone there, and don't reveal your identity for the time being."

Fu Chuan: "Don't worry."

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Late at night, Lin Lang returned to her residence from the set. She usually lived alone in this 300-square-meter house. She had an aunt who worked part-time 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 high stool in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and took a sip, the bitter taste spreading on her tongue.

The mobile phone on the marble table beside her suddenly vibrated. She slid it away and looked at it. Her hand shook, and the goblet slipped from her hand and fell to the ground with a crisp cracking sound.

She was so nervous that her face turned pale, and she read the words on the screen carefully, her heart racing into her throat.

[Where is the real Lin Lang? ]

She suddenly became afraid. This endless night eroded and enveloped her. Her whole body was trembling slightly. She was somewhat evasive and did not want to see the message on her phone.

But she also knew that someone was beginning to doubt her, and if she didn't take some measures, she would definitely be in trouble in the future.

She slapped the table and her expression was a little distorted. It was all Wen Qiao's fault!

If Wen Qiao hadn't wanted her blood, she could have concealed this truth for a long time. She just wanted to live in peace.

She replied with an ambiguous message [Who are you? ]

But the other party didn't reply, and never replied. The confident tone of the message made her feel panicked, as if the other party really had absolute evidence and was just informing her, not asking her.