Chapter 589
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Watson looked at Ji Fang for a long time and then glanced at the psychologist.
"Mrs. Ling, we have finished asking the questions."
Ji Fang stood up and said, after the staff untied the equipment on her hands and feet and head.
"Mr. Watson, we are no less sad than Kaman Dorrans about Weiwei's death, but you can't suspect us as if we were the murderer."
"Why not?" Watson laughed and said, "You were the ones who had the most contact with her before she died, and you were the ones who benefited the most from her death."
"Where is the evidence?" Ji Fang countered.
Watson walked closer and looked down at Ji Fang from above, relying on his tall stature.
"If there was evidence, we would not be questioning you like this, but killing your entire family."
Ji Fang said, "Then go ahead, we also hope to find the murderer as soon as possible."
Having said these words, she walked out of the laboratory.
After she left, Ling Yan came in for the lie detector test.
Watson glanced at the psychologist and gestured for him to ask the questions.
The psychologist glanced at the questions he had prepared and looked at Ling Yan, who was ready to be questioned.
"Miss. Ling, were you very good friends with Gu Weiwei?"
Ling Yan said, "We were sworn friends."
"Then … do you remember what her favorite food was?"
Ling Yan thought for a while and said, "She liked … Western dishes."
The lifestyle in A Land was very Western, so there was nothing wrong with that answer.
"Then … what was her favorite color?"
Ling Yan said, "Pink, pink, blue, green and other fresh and sweet colors."
They had known each other for so many years, so she knew that.
However, were they going to ask such irrelevant questions?
"During the months when she was in a coma, you seemed to visit her a lot. Did you want her to come back to life?"
"Of course I wanted her to be alive, she was my best friend." Ling Yan replied.
"At that time, did you ever think of transplanting her heart into your own body?"
"No." Ling Yan answered briefly.
"Not at all?"
"Not at all." Ling Yan denied firmly.
"Then what were you thinking when she announced that she was brain dead and wanted to transplant her heart into your body?"
Ling Yan: "I was very sad. I was so sad that I fell ill. When I woke up, the heart transplant operation was already over."
Of course, at that time, she had deliberately fallen ill so that she could get a heart transplant as soon as possible.
But she had been dead for so long, and yet someone had come to investigate the cause of her death.
Watson raised his hand to signal the psychologist to stop asking and stood in front of her.
His expression was extremely intimidating as he asked.
"But I suspect that her brain death in the hospital was not because of the worsening of her injuries, but because of you and your mother. Do you think my suspicion is right?"
"My mother was her attending doctor, and I transplanted her heart after she died. There's nothing wrong with that." Ling Yan did not defend himself.
In the past few days, she and her mother had done a lot of simulation training.
When it came to critical issues, it couldn't be refuted.
The more he tried to defend himself, the more guilty he would seem.
Anyway, they were just threatening her and asking this question was just to get information out of her.
Also, she was in a state of low blood sugar, so her body's data would not fluctuate too much.
"Alright, we're done. You can leave now," Watson said.
Ling Yan waited for the staff to remove the equipment and walked out of the laboratory calmly.
Seeing the door close, Watson asked the other people in charge of recording the changes in the data.
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