Criminal Psychology

One sand, one world.

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Chunshui Street is an old street in the southwest of Hongjing.

Not unlike many of the city's busy streets, the shops here are densely packed and run from one end of the long street to the other.

Towards evening, the streets gradually became lively.

In the aquatic product shop facing the street, a crucian carp was struggling in a plastic basin, and just about to swim away, it was still grabbed by its belly and picked up.

Wang Chunhua is almost 60 years old this year, and her life is no different from that of middle-aged women in this city who are nearly [-] years old. She just got her hair permed in the barber shop next door, and now she is going to buy a crucian carp on the way home for her little one. The grandson drank fish soup.

"Ten yuan and ten yuan, forget about the change of fifty cents!" She took out a worn-out ten-yuan note from her wallet, and without any explanation, forced it into the owner's hand, proud of the change that had just been erased, and then He brushed his hair smoothly.

The air was filled with the background noise of the rustling radio, and it seemed that something was being said on the radio.

The fish shop owner shook his head helplessly, stuffed the banknotes into the pocket of his leather apron, and turned up the volume of the radio with his wet fingers.

"Now we will break out an urgent news." The female announcer paused, restraining her soft voice, "The super typhoon Yunna will hit our city head-on on the night of the 12th. Minimize going out as much as possible."

Wang Chunhua took the fish, and when she heard the news, she suddenly looked up at the sky.

To prove something, dark clouds covered the setting sun, and the sky quickly darkened.

The crucian carp in the black plastic bag is beating gently.

The fruit stall owner at No. 18 Chunshui Street also raised his head and looked at the gray sky.

As if feeling the moist rain in the air or some other reason, he suddenly picked up the half box of rotten fruit that he had picked out on purpose, and slammed it into the most expensive red snake fruit.

The rotten fruit fell like a rainstorm, and some splashed and rolled farther and farther along the iron-gray sidewalk...

With a crisp click, a pair of thick-soled leather shoes stepped on it without hesitation, and the pulp burst and juice flowed horizontally.

"Oh, do you have the quality?" Wang Chunhua raised her foot, looked at the trampled fruit on the ground, and kicked it disgustingly, "I almost slipped!"

The stall owner didn't speak, but just took all the apples he picked up with his head back to the store.

Without even an apology, Wang Chunhua was suddenly a little angry. When she walked away, she suddenly caught a glimpse of the fruit stall owner madly stuffing all the rotten fruits into high-end apples. Thinking of those shoddy news, her Not even one place to fight when you are angry.

"Rotten apples have to be sold together with good apples, your brain is broken!" She ran to the fruit stand, poked an apple and raised her voice.

The stall owner didn't speak, but blushed and stared at her with bloodshot eyes.

Wang Chunhua cleared her throat, and was about to make another sarcasm when suddenly the wind picked up.

The wind is very light, like a girl's hair, and the wind is soft, like a mother's lips.

The gentle wind blew through her broken hair, brushed over her arm, and landed on her fingers, and then, she felt as if something fell from her hand.

She lowered her head subconsciously, only to find that there was an extra finger on the ground.

Where did the fingers come from?

The severe pain came later, and she moved her gaze to her right hand in a stupid way, where a huge and ugly gap appeared.

She wanted to call for help, but found that she couldn't say anything. The stall owner's five-fingered iron pincers grabbed her by the throat, and a long and narrow watermelon knife was pressed against her mouth.

The sense of fear was far more frightening than the physical pain. The stall owner swung the handle of his knife and slashed at her.In an instant, her skin cracked, blood stains engulfed all her vision, and only the sound of inhuman panting remained in her ears.

The desire to survive has inspired the greatest potential of human beings. Wang Chunhua pushed away the fruit stall owner, scrambled and crawled, trying to escape into the next door shop.

There was an old man sitting in that store, Wang Chunhua could hardly see anything, only felt that the surroundings were strangely peaceful, she arched her upper body, and wanted to climb into the threshold, just when she was about to touch the old man's trouser leg, she was caught again Kick down...

The severe pain did not come as expected, and it took her a while before she had the courage to turn around.

Behind her, a few men were trying to suppress the fruit stand owner who was slashing people madly. The faces of the onlookers were full of panic and uneasiness, and the small words spread, most of them were "how could this happen", "normal people are very good Yes", "I can't see any neuropathy" and other words.

Wang Chunhua opened her mouth and wanted to speak, but found that she could hardly speak.

There was warm blood on her face and hands. She propped her elbows on the ground and tried to stand up, but before she could stand still, her knees throbbed suddenly, and she staggered again, hitting the armchair on the old man.

With a bang, the old man fell without warning.

Wang Chunhua was startled. She supported her body, moved back twice, and then reached out to wipe the blood in front of her eyes.

The old man still maintained the fallen posture, his gray hair was neat, and he was wearing a clean old navy blue uniform, like a strange and serene sculpture.

Wang Chunhua held her breath and leaned forward again. She carefully pushed the old man with the hand missing her index finger. The old man fell over and lay flat on the ground. Hundreds of tiny white aphids swarmed out.

The setting sun cut along the window edge, cutting the old man's wrinkled face, making the death on his face even more strange.The shadow painted the upper half of his face in black, and the setting sun softened the lower half of his face. There seemed to be a smile on the corner of the old man's mouth.

Chunshui Street was eerily quiet, only the voice of the female announcer could be heard on the radio: "The police recently said that citizens should pay attention to travel safety and be more vigilant..."

A magnetic voice hovered over the entire block.

When everyone's eyes were fixed on the old man, no one noticed that a man wearing a peaked cap lowered the brim of his hat, walked against the flow of people, and walked out of the long street where a homicide had just occurred.