The stretcher was carried into the hall of the press conference, and everyone made way for the stretcher. Four stretchers were placed on the stage. Lin Kun walked to one of the stretchers and uncovered the white cloth. The flashlights in the hands of a reporter from the stage were Titicaca...

"I don't know what the name of this first corpse is. It was one of the first corpses and my friends who arrived at the yacht by the river and were with Adam Sean..."

Lin Kun moved to another stretcher and uncovered the white cloth. The one lying on this stretcher was unfamiliar. The one just now was Gao Shen. "These two people should be Adam Sean's bodyguards, or the ones who monitored him."

Lin Fei uncovered another white cloth, and the flashlight below the stage rang more frequently. Someone recognized the body and shouted, "Yes, it's Adam Sean!"

"It's him. I've reported him before. He...he's really dead!"

"This, this is simply amazing, so who killed this Adam Sean?"

A group of people were talking, rushing forward in a hurry, trying to take a closer look, so they were dissatisfied with each other and almost fought.

The last white cloth was left and the guy couldn't wait to point the conflict at Lin Kun, and wanted to say that he killed Adam and Sean. No matter what the intentions of these people were, it was at least logically feasible.

Lin Kun was not in a hurry. He let these people point their fingers at him. After waiting for about a few seconds, he smiled and said to these reporters who liked to be aggressive, "What, I don't understand. Are you the first to report the report of the public, and whether you are reporting the facts or are you going to reverse the black and white and frame them according to your subjective wishes."

As soon as these words were said, the reporters in the audience who were excited and moved to the point of quieting down for a short time. Everyone expressed their dissatisfaction with Lin Kun's words, but they could not provide any strong evidence to refute it for a while.

In China, there must be not many people who dare to offend journalists so publicly. These journalists are more noble and are pioneers of public intellectuals. To put it bluntly, they are a group of bed bugs who have turned black and white for their own selfish interests.

There are scum in every industry, and of course there are also good ones. There are those who can stick to their original aspirations and beliefs in the journalist industry, but they must not be the majority.

Ambassador Heaton snorted coldly, "Okay, Mr. Lin Kun, don't preach here. Your murder suspect and motive have not been completely washed away. Maybe you are the murderer and are still pretending to be innocent here."

"hehe……"

Lin Kun glanced at Ambassador Heaton without saying a word. He bent down to uncover the last white cloth. The miserable ghost girl appeared in front of everyone.

Everyone looked at the body of the ghost mother-in-law. A group of reporters who were in high spirits simply took two photos and began to retreat. It was not because of anything else, but because of the ghost mother-in-law who looked scary and died at this moment gave people the feeling of being alone, but more like a ghost.

"This is the murder weapon that killed Adam Sean." Lin Kun took out a pair of plastic gloves and put it on, and picked up the bloody stick on Adam Sean stretcher. The stick was actually a chopstick that pierced the back of Adam Sean's head.

Lin Kun kept his patience enough and after showing the weapon, he also explained to everyone present how Adam Sean was killed.

He could swear to the ceiling, to the light bulb, to the Langlang Qiankun outside that what he said was true, and the stick suddenly flew over and penetrated the back of Adam Sean's head like a piece of tofu.

The audience was quiet, everyone said nothing, everyone's expressions were different, some were surprised, some were funny, some were disdainful, etc.

No matter which one it was, everyone finally focused on Lin Kun's eyes, and there were only three big words written on it and didn'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?

All this was expected, and Lin Kun directly asked the forensic doctor to explain. The explanation given by the forensic doctor was completely based on legal and realistic basis. There was no relevant fingerprint information on Lin Kun on this stick. The only fingerprint information was the ghost mother-in-law lying on the stretcher.

"absurd!"

Ambassador Heaton was furious, and the other two ambassadors also stood up. At this time, all the cameras in the hands of the reporters in the audience were aimed at the three of them.

Ambassador Heaton took the lead and shouted that these reporters who were dissatisfied with Lin Kun also stood up one after another. Lin Kun no longer explained too much and looked back at Geng Yuehong. Geng Yuehong, who had not spoken for a long time, finally had the confidence. He was originally a cold and cold personality. Now that he had the confidence, he immediately responded to the group of people below and said nothing.

Her words are simple, "Why do you guys present doubt that you are not professional police? If you suspect it doesn't matter. Now you can apply for international police to participate in the investigation immediately. If we can find out any favoritism and fraud in our Chinese police, our Chinese police are willing to discredit and apologize to the people of the world. But if it cannot be found, you journalists and ambassadors will apologize to our Chinese in front of the whole world."

Geng Yuehong's words were full of confidence. Although Ambassador Heaton and others were unwilling to accept the blame, they would not dare to take the blame. If they really couldn't find out what they were going to do, they would be condemned by the state and the citizens of the country.

The scene was quiet again, and the brief confrontation continued silently. Lin Kun reached out and touched Geng Yuehong's chest. In front of everyone, Geng Yuehong's face suddenly changed, and her face became awkward. The eyes of the people in the audience were also bright. The camera was raised again and Titicaca to take pictures.

"What are you doing?"

Geng Yuehong asked Lin Kun in a low voice, saying that she didn't think Lin Kun would have any frivolous behavior, but if she was a little careless in front of so many people, these reporters would catch a little bit of a big deal.

Lin Kun smiled slightly and said in a low voice, "Sister Hong, ask you to borrow something for use."

Without waiting for Geng Yuehong to react, Lin Kun pulled up a pen in Geng Yuehong's pocket. This was a ballpoint pen with exquisite style. Lin Kun smiled and shook his head, "Hi, it's a pity..."

Before he could finish his speech, his wrist shook, and the ballpoint pen directly rubbed the heads of a reporter from the audience, flew over, which was so shocked that the reporter who was affected was screaming. Then, a loud noise, accompanied by a rustling sound, the ballpoint pen pierced into the wall column. At least two-thirds of the ballpoint pen entered. A piece of fragments fell off the wall column, just like a bullet hit...

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