The stretcher was carried into the conference hall. Everyone made way for the stretcher. Four stretchers were placed on the stage. Lin Kun walked to one of the stretchers and unveiled the white cloth. The flashlights in the hands of the reporters in the audience clicked.
Click...
"I don't know the name of this first corpse. It was the one that was with Adam Sean when my friends and I rushed to the yacht on the riverside..."
Lin Kun moved to another stretcher and uncovered the white cloth. Lying on this stretcher was unpredictable, and the one just now was Gao Shen. "These two people should be Adam Sean's bodyguards, or people monitoring him."
Lin Fei unveiled another white cloth. At this time, the flash lights in the audience sounded more frequently. Someone recognized the body and shouted: "Yes, it's Adam Sean!"
"It's him. I've reported on him before, and he...he's really dead!"
"This, this is simply amazing, then who killed this Adam Sean?"
A group of people were talking and squeezing forward, trying to get a clearer picture. They were so dissatisfied with each other that they almost came to blows.
There is still the last white cloth left to be uncovered. At this time, the big guy can't wait to point the conflicting finger at Lin Kun, and also wants to say that he killed Adam Sean. No matter what the intentions of these people are, it is at least logically feasible.
Lin Kun was not in a hurry anymore and let these people target him. After waiting for a few seconds, he smiled and said to these aggressive reporters, "What's the matter? I don't understand. You say it's society."
You, the known pioneers in reporting, are you reporting the facts, or are you confounding right and wrong and framing things based on your subjective wishes?"
As soon as these words came out, the excited reporters in the audience fell silent for a short time. Everyone expressed dissatisfaction with Lin Kun's words, but for a while they could not produce any strong evidence to refute.
In China, there must not be many journalists who dare to offend reporters so openly. To put it more noblely, these reporters are the vanguard of public knowledge. To put it more ugly, they are just a bunch of bugs who confuse right and wrong for their own selfish interests.
There are scum in every industry, and of course there are good ones. There are some journalists who can stick to their original aspirations and beliefs, but they are certainly not the majority. (One Zero)
Ambassador Heaton snorted coldly, "Okay, Mr. Lin Kun, please stop preaching here. Your murder suspicion and motives have not been completely cleared away. Maybe you are the murderer and you are still pretending to be innocent here.
"
"hehe……"
Lin Kun glanced at Ambassador Heaton but said nothing. He bent down and uncovered the last white cloth, and the miserable ghost woman appeared in front of everyone.
Everyone looked at the corpse of the ghost granny. A group of reporters who were very interested simply took two photos and started to retreat. It was not because of anything else, but because of the scary appearance of the ghost granny, and the way she died at this moment.
It doesn't feel like a person, more like a ghost.
"This is the murder weapon that killed Adam Sean." Lin Kun took out a pair of plastic gloves, put them on, and picked up the bloody stick on Adam Sean's stretcher. This stick was actually a chopstick, with holes in it.
on the back of Adam Sean's head.
Lin Kun remained patient enough. After showing the murder weapon, he also explained to everyone present how Adam Sean was killed.
He could swear to the ceiling, the light bulb, and the bright universe outside that what he said was true, and then the stick suddenly flew over and penetrated Adam Sean's body like a piece of tofu.
The back of the head.
The audience was quiet, everyone said nothing, everyone had different expressions on their faces, some were surprised, some found it funny, some were disdainful, etc.
No matter which one it is, when everyone finally focused on Lin Kun, there were only three words written in their eyes: Don’t believe it!
A chopstick can penetrate the back of a person's head. Do you really think the back of the head is made of paper? (Zero One)
All this was expected. Lin Kun directly asked the forensic doctor on the side to explain. The explanation given by the forensic doctor was completely based on law and reality. There was no relevant fingerprint information of Lin Kun on this stick, the only fingerprint information.
It belongs to Granny Gui who is lying on the stretcher.
"absurd!"
Ambassador Heaton was furious, and the other two ambassadors also stood up. At this time, the cameras in the hands of all the reporters in the audience were all pointed at the three of them.
Ambassador Heaton took the lead in shouting, and all the reporters who were dissatisfied with Lin Kun stood up one after another. Lin Kun stopped explaining too much and turned back to look at Geng Yuehong. Geng Yuehong, who had not spoken for a long time, finally said
Confident, he always had a cold and arrogant character, but now that he has gained the confidence, he immediately made the group of people below speechless with just a few words.
Her words were simple, "You guys here are not professional police officers. Why should you be suspicious? If you are suspicious, it doesn't matter. You can immediately apply for the international police to come and participate in the investigation. If we can find out any acts of malpractice by our Chinese police,
, We, the Chinese police, are willing to discredit us and apologize to people all over the world, but if we cannot find out, you reporters and ambassadors will have to apologize to us, China, in front of the whole world."
Geng Yuehong's words were full of confidence. Although Ambassador Heaton and others felt unwilling to do so, they did not dare to take the blame. If the investigation failed to reveal the truth, they would be condemned by the country and its citizens.
The scene was quiet again, and the short confrontation continued silently. Lin Kun reached out and touched Geng Yuehong's chest. In full view of everyone, Geng Yuehong's face suddenly changed, and his face became embarrassed. The eyes of everyone in the audience were also bright, and the camera
Pick it up again and click it to take pictures.
"What...are you doing?"
Geng Yuehong asked Lin Kun in a low voice. She didn't think Lin Kun would do anything frivolous, but in front of so many people, if he was a little careless, these reporters would seize on it and make a big fuss.
Lin Kun smiled slightly and whispered: "Sister Hong, I want to borrow something from you."
Without waiting for Geng Yuehong to react, Lin Kun casually picked up a pen in Geng Yuehong's breast pocket. It was an exquisite ballpoint pen. Lin Kun smiled and shook his head, "Hey, it's really a pity.
Already..."
Before he finished speaking, he flicked his wrist, and the ballpoint pen directly touched the heads of the reporters in the audience, and flew past with a swish. The reporters who were affected screamed in shock, and then heard a clang.
, with a crashing sound, the ballpoint pen penetrated into the wall pillar. At least two-thirds of the entire ballpoint pen was inserted. A piece of debris fell from the wall pillar, as if it had been hit by a bullet...