Watson looked at Ji Fang for a while, then glanced at the psychologist before speaking.
"Mrs. Ling, we have finished asking our questions."
Ji Fang stood up and spoke after the staff untied the instruments wrapped around her hands, feet, and head.
“Mr. Watson, our grief over Vivi’s passing is no less than that of Carman Dorrance, but you cannot suspect us as if we were the murderers.”
“Why not?” Watson chuckled and said, “You were the ones who had the most contact with her before she actually died, and you are also the ones who benefited the most after her death.”
"If you have such doubts, where is the evidence?" Ji Fang asked back.
Watson approached, taking advantage of his tall stature to look down at Ji Fang.
“If I had evidence, I wouldn’t be questioning you like this; I would be killing your whole family.”
Ji Fang: "Then you can investigate all you want. We also hope to find the murderer as soon as possible."
After saying that, he walked out of the laboratory.
After she left, Ling Yan came in to be questioned about the lie detector test.
Watson glanced at the psychologist, indicating that he should ask the question.
The psychologist glanced at the questions he had prepared beforehand and looked at Ling Yan, who was ready to be questioned.
"Miss Ling, are you and Gu Weiwei good friends?"
Ling Yan: "We are sworn brothers."
"Then... do you remember what her favorite food was?"
Ling Yan thought for a moment: "She likes... Western-style cuisine."
The answer that "country A's lifestyle is predominantly Western" is correct.
"Then... what's her favorite color?"
Ling Yan: "Pinkish colors, such as light pink, light blue, and light green, are fresh and sweet colors."
Having known each other for so many years, she still knew this much.
But why are they asking these completely unrelated questions?
"During the months she was in a coma, you seemed to visit her frequently. At that time...did you 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?"
"No," Ling Yan replied briefly.
"You didn't even think about it?"
“Not at all,” Ling Yan denied categorically.
"On the day she declared you brain dead, when she was going to transplant her heart into you, what were you thinking at that moment?"
Ling Yan: "I was so sad, so sad that I had a relapse. When I woke up again, the heart transplant surgery was already over."
Of course, she deliberately feigned illness at that time so that she could have her heart transplanted as soon as possible to avoid any unforeseen complications.
But even though she's been dead for so long, people are still investigating the cause of her death.
Watson raised his hand, signaling the psychologist to stop asking questions, and stood in front of her himself.
His expression and eyes were extremely intimidating as he asked the question.
“But I suspect that her brain death in the hospital was not due to the worsening of her injuries, but because of you and your mother. Do you think my suspicion is correct?”
“My mother was her attending physician, and I transplanted her heart after her death, so there’s nothing wrong with that,” Ling Yan said, offering no defense.
In the past few days, she and her mother have done several simulation training sessions.
On crucial issues, there is no room for argument.
The more you try to explain, the more guilty you'll appear.
Anyway, they're just threatening us now, and asking these questions is just an attempt to get information out of us.
Moreover, she is currently in a state of low blood sugar, so her various physical indicators will not fluctuate too much.
“Alright, we’ve finished asking your questions. You can leave now,” Watson said.
Ling Yan waited for the staff to untangle the equipment before calmly walking out of the laboratory.
Watson waited until the door was closed before asking the other people responsible for recording data changes.
"What was the result?"
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