Criminal Psychology

Xing Conglian has disheveled hair and unshaven beard. Because he went out in plain clothes today, he was still wearing a white T that was stained with muddy water earlier, paired with beach pants and flip-flops that were not easy, looking very poor.

Therefore, even if he showed his police certificate, in the eyes of the headmaster of No. [-] Primary School in the city, he was just a little policeman.

He was, indeed, just a little cop.

"This police officer, the internal affairs of our school don't seem to have anything to do with you, do they?" The headmaster looked at the police officer coming from a distance with his stomach puffed out.

"of course."

Xing Conglian walked very slowly. When he came to Lin Chen's side, he just took out a cigarette and stuffed it in his mouth.

"Then why don't you investigate the case at the scene?"

Although Xing Conglian looked like it was none of your business where I like to go, he still replied seriously: "I'm here to collect evidence." He said, as if he was suppressing some discomfort, and put the cigarette in his mouth , Re-stuff the cigarette case.

"Then what do you mean?"

"I just heard that the principal seems to be dissatisfied with our police investigation, so come here and ask."

Xing Conglian was very close to Lin Chen. He was tall and tall, and he looked like a big brother who wanted to vent his anger on his younger brother.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Police Officer, I just thought that you were going to interfere in our school's internal dismissal of employees." The headmaster said in a strange tone, pointing at Lin Chen, and said: "This dormitory supervisor is a temporary worker, but I will also give enough severance pay, so I really don't need to bother you."

Xing Conglian didn't speak, because he was thinking about serious issues.

As a policeman, he has too many ways to embarrass the school and easily keep Lin Chen's job.

In fact, before coming here, he also thought of many ways to stand up for Lin Chen, but when Lin Chen really got into trouble, he suddenly found out that he was a policeman.

Because he is a policeman, he can't use the methods he thinks of.

This fact is very frustrating.

Xing Conglian thought about it for a long time, and finally, he glanced to the right in annoyance, and said to Lin Chen: "I really can't interfere."

Lin Chen seemed to understand Xing Conglian's mood very well, nodded, as if relieved: "I understand."

"Then we pack our things?"

"it is good."

The conversation was very simple, so simple that the three people in suits at the door felt embarrassed.

Then, Xing Conglian did something that made the three present feel even more embarrassed.

He raised his palm, slapped it to one side, and said to the three of them, "Then, please, let me?"

Chen Ping didn't move, he was watching Xing Conglian.

According to the news from others, there is indeed a policeman beside Lin Chen, and that is the captain of the Hongjing Criminal Investigation Brigade.

Lin Chen has always been picky about choosing friends, so Chen Ping observed Xing Conglian very seriously, seeing his unshaven face from his sloppy clothes, the only thing that attracted Chen Ping's attention was his eyes.

Those eyes are very beautiful, cunning and intelligent. The key problem is that those eyes are very clean.

How to describe this kind of cleanliness?

For example, Lin Chen's eyes are also very clean, like the snow on the cliff or the water turned from snow, so clear and cold that you sometimes dare not even look at him; but this police officer's eyes are vast and deep, just like Because of this, after being very clean, another three words must be added, which cannot be seen through.

Although he couldn't see through it, as the butler of a top rich family, Chen Ping realized a truth.

In the face of money, no matter how hard the bone is, it will be softened.

So, Chen Ping took out his business card holder, opened and closed the gorgeous metal box, took out a business card, and called out: "Captain Xing."

At this time, Xing Conglian had already squeezed Lin Chen into the room, and when he heard someone calling him from behind, he didn't turn his head, but asked Lin Chen, "Is it not good if I don't answer?"

"It seems that it is really not good."

"Damn the regulations." Xing Conglian muttered, turned his head, forced a smile on his face, and asked, "Sir, is there anything I can do to help you?"

"I am the housekeeper of the Chen family. I have heard the name of Captain Xing for a long time. I want to discuss something with you. Here is my business card."

Chen Ping handed out a piece of dark gold embossed paper and held it in the air.

The other side didn't pick it up for a long time.

Xing Conglian stroked his beard and asked Lin Chen, "Is he bribing me?"

"You speak too loudly."

"Of course I should speak louder, otherwise what should I do if others misunderstand me?" Xing Conglian said distressedly: "We low-level civil servants are most afraid of this kind of trouble, you know?"

Xing Conglian looked like I was very clean.

Lin Chen continued to nod his head, expressing his understanding. He walked to the door, bowed slightly to the three people outside the door, and then no one thought that he would close the door casually.

"The trouble is solved." He said to Xing Conglian.

Xing Conglian was stunned for a moment.

After a while, laughter broke out in the room, leaving the three people outside the door, looking at each other awkwardly.

……

This is the second time that Xing Conglian has come to Lin Chen's small dormitory, and of course, it should be the last time.

He crawled under the bed, and under Lin Chen's instructions, he moved out a large cardboard box from under the simple wooden bed.

"You can come to live at my house, my house is quite big." Xing Conglian lightly brushed off the thin dust on the box, and looked at Lin Chen pretending to be relaxed.

"You didn't come to get the letter. What's the matter?"

Xing Conglian sighed, it's really troublesome to have a friend who understands people's hearts.

"Two things."

"Ok?"

"First, Yu Yanqing should have committed suicide. Second, we found some injections in the tool room just now."

"What injection?"

"Phenylacetones."

"Stimulants?" Lin Chen frowned in difficulty, "Large doses of stimulants can indeed cause insanity. The fruit stall owner who went crazy and hacked people before must have taken similar drugs. OK, but, very strange..."

"When you need some clues, it's certainly strange that some clues appear in front of you." Xing Conglian sat on the ground and said nonchalantly.

Talking to smart people, indeed occasionally there will be a sense of sympathy.

Lin Chen also sat down on the side. He didn't speak, but opened the cardboard box in front of him.

Xing Conglian also thought that he would see many letters in the box, but he never thought that he would see so many letters.

Those letters stuffed the entire carton to the brim, and as soon as it was opened, a few letters even fell down.

Xing Conglian was dumbfounded.

Lin Chen didn't pay attention to him, but quickly sorted the letters in the box. He picked out some of them and put them on the ground, while others stuffed them back into the box. Finally, he resealed the carton, and there were more More than ten neatly packed letters came out.

His movements have an indescribable sense of flow from beginning to end.

"The ones inside?" Xing Conglian asked tentatively, pouting.

"It's also a letter from someone else." Lin Chen

"Haven't you seen it?"

"No."

"Who wrote you so many letters?" Xing Conglian said, always feeling that his tone was too gossip.

"Are we familiar?"

"It seems that I'm not very familiar with it." Xing Conglian said with some grievances.

"Then why should I tell you?"

Xing Conglian didn't know how to answer the words. Remembering Professor Fu's dog-legged attitude when he first met Lin Chen, he had no choice but to do the same, resting his chin on the box and looking at Lin Chen eagerly.

As expected, Lin Chen looked away again, and continued to add: "Similarly, I am not familiar with these senders, why should I read it?"

"It seems to make sense." Xing Conglian said.

It was quiet in the room, and there was no sound of rain outside.

Lin Chen opened a letter and read it carefully. Similarly, Xing Conglian was also reading the letter.

Compared with Lin Chen, his reading speed was extremely fast, and he finished reading the letter in a short time. He touched the goose bumps all over his body, and felt a chill from his back.

"It's terrible." Pushing a few letters towards Lin Chen: "These are all about how painful it is when people die." Then, he picked up another letter and shook the letter paper: "Who said, 'Give me a dozen babies and I'll turn them into anything you want'?"

Lin Chen put down the letter and looked at Xing Conglian: "That's the view of Watson, the founder of behaviorism in the psychology school."

"So, Yu Yanqing is still a psychology student?" Xing Conglian touched the big brown beard on his chin and asked, "Then she put sand next to the corpse because you have a sand table in your room, and she went to study it specially. Sandbox game?"

Lin Chen lowered his eyes: "If she treats the whole thing as a huge sandbox game, then she is obviously presenting death and forcing us to face it, but also, these actions also project..."

"What is projected?"

"She subconsciously fears death extremely." Lin Chen said word by word.

Xing Conglian raised his head suddenly, and suddenly thought of something crucial: "But the problem is!"

"If she is afraid of death, how dare she commit suicide?" Lin Chen said lightly.