Watson looked at Ji Fang for a while, glanced at the psychologist, and then said.

"Mrs. Ling, we've finished asking our questions."

Ji Fang got up and said after the worker untied the instruments on his hands and feet and the instruments on his head.

"Mr. Watson, Vivi's departure, our grief is no greater than that of Carman. There are few dorances, but you can't be as suspicious as murderers. ”

"Why not?" Watson smiled and said, "Before she really died, you were the ones who had the most contact with her, and you were the ones who benefited the most after she died." ”

"What about the evidence?" Ji Fang asked rhetorically.

Watson approached, relying on his tall figure and staring condescendingly at Ji Fang.

"If there is evidence, it will not be questioned like this, but your whole family will be killed."

Ji Fang: "Then you can investigate, we also hope to find the murderer as soon as possible." ”

After speaking, he walked out of the laboratory.

After she went out, it was Ling Yan who came in to be questioned by the polygraph.

Watson glanced at the psychologist and motioned for him to ask.

The psychologist glanced at the questions that had been prepared a long time ago, and looked at Ling Yan, who was already ready to be asked.

"Miss Ling, you and Gu Weiwei are very good friends?"

Ling Yan: "We are friends of life and death. ”

"That'...... Do you remember her favorite food? ”

Ling Yan thought for a moment: "She likes ...... Western-style cuisine. ”

The way of life in country A is Western, and there is nothing wrong with this answer.

"That'...... What about her favorite color? ”

Ling Yan: "Pink colors, fresh and sweet colors such as pink, pink, blue, pink and green. ”

After knowing each other for so many years, she still knows this.

It's just that they ask these questions that can't be hit with eight strokes?

"During the months she was in a coma, you seemed to go to see her a lot, and that was ...... Want her to come back to life? ”

"Of course I hope she's alive, she's my best friend." Ling Yan replied.

"At that time, did you ever think about transplanting her heart into yourself?"

"Nope." Ling Yan replied briefly.

"Didn't think about it at all?"

"Not at all." Ling Yan categorically denied it.

"What did you think about the day she declared her brain dead and wanted to transplant her heart into you?"

Ling Yan: "I'm sad, I'm so sad that I'm sick, and when I wake up again, the heart transplant is over." ”

Of course, at that time, she deliberately had a seizure, and she transplanted her heart as soon as possible to avoid long nights.

But she has been dead for so long, and someone has come to find out the cause of her death.

Watson raised his hand and motioned for the psychologist to stop asking and stand in front of her.

His look was very threatening, and he asked.

"However, I suspect that her brain death in the hospital was not due to the deterioration of her injuries, but because of you and your mother, do you think I am right to be suspicious?"

"My mom was her attending doctor, and I transplanted her heart after she died, and that's understandable." Ling Yan didn't defend herself.

In the past few days, she and her mother have done many simulation trainings.

On the crucial issues, there is no argument.

The more you justify, the more you will appear to be weak-minded.

Anyway, they're just threatening now, and asking like this is a trick.

Moreover, now that she is in a state of low blood sugar, the fluctuations in her body's various data will not be too large.

"Alright, we're done asking, you can leave." Watson said.

Ling Yan waited for the staff to untie the instrument and walked out of the laboratory with a calm face.

Watson saw the door close before asking the other people who were responsible for recording changes in the data.

"How did it turn out?"