Criminal Psychology

The person screaming in the hall was a female employee who was tidying up the seats.

Cases that happen in public places are always surrounded by people watching. Xing Cong even glanced at her, but the other party quickly silenced, and then silently backed away.

But it seemed that because she couldn't restrain the panic in her heart, the female employee grabbed another female colleague beside her and whispered: "The bouquet of flowers moved just now, did you see it, it moved, it's scary! "

Xing Conglian looked back and said nothing.

He bent down, took out a pair of plastic gloves from the police officer's tool box in the forensic department, put them on, then walked onto the stage, scooped up the bouquet of green roses and spread them on the floor.

The wrapping paper is special mercerized cotton paper. When Xing Conglian picked up the bouquet of roses, he found some problems with its weight.

Normally, when any florist wraps a bouquet, they will put a nutrient solution on the bottom in order to keep the bouquet longer, but the bottom of this bouquet of roses does not seem to be covered with a moist nutrient solution, so the weight is very light.

He tightened the wrapping paper on the lower part of the rose, untied the string with one hand, and then held the lower part of the bouquet, trying to separate the wrapping, but the moment he touched the bottom, he froze.

Just at this time, Lin Chen came from the corner.

"Inside, what's there?" Lin Chen asked very sharply, probably feeling that something was wrong with his eyes.

Xing Conglian felt the soft and warm touch at the bottom of the bouquet, he thought about it, and said to Lin Chen: "It's a very suitable case for you."

"That must not be a good case." Lin Chen replied.

"Consultant Lin's self-positioning is quite precise."

Xing Conglian shook his head helplessly, he squatted down, and beckoned the police officers from the forensic department to come forward.

A piece of plastic paper was quickly spread on the stage, and he gently put down the bouquet, and then slowly pulled it away from the bottom packaging.

Several police officers stepped forward and put up a human wall behind him to block the view of some onlookers.

The moment the package was separated, it seemed that someone cast some strange solidification spell, and everyone around them froze.

Lin Chen frowned, and glanced at the faces of the police officers beside Xing Conglian. Some of them turned their heads and some closed their eyes, avoiding the bouquets on the ground one after another. On those young or not young faces, They all obviously showed a look of intolerance, as if they had seen a rare cruel scene.

So, is there any scene that can make criminal policemen who are used to homicide find it unacceptable?

The surroundings suddenly became quiet again, and it seemed to become extremely noisy again. Time seemed to return to the time when the girl came on stage again. There were people applauding and screaming, and Li Jingtian was still singing.

Lin Chen stepped onto the stage and walked slowly to Xing Conglian.

Xing Conglian looked up at him, but he lowered his head and looked at the bouquet of roses.

However, when he saw the thing wrapped in the floral paper, his first reaction was ridiculous, and soon after, he felt that the air around him dropped a few degrees and became very, very cold.

At the bottom of the bouquet of roses, where the nutrient solution should have been stored, lay a bird.

Ridiculous though it was, it was indeed a bird.

The bird's wings are gray-brown, and it looks like a sparrow, but it doesn't seem to be a sparrow. Its beak is wrapped in scotch tape, and a black ribbon is tied to the body of the bird, with a small tail at the end. A bow is like a wonderful gift.

It's just that such a gift is too cruel.

Because on the thin body of the little bird, there are a few roses tied. Anyone who has bought roses probably knows that the store always has the habit of trimming the ends of the stems and leaves very sharply, in order to allow the flowers to absorb more. If there are more nutrients, then now, those delicate roses are like sharp swords, piercing the little bird's body one by one.

In fact, there is not much blood in a bird's body, so even if it is stabbed all over, under the white light, the bird's taupe fluff is covered with a few balls of blood that are not deep or shallow .

It seemed that many people were watching it, and suddenly, the little bird twitched again, but this was more like an autonomic nervous reaction after death. This reaction also proved that this poor little bird Bird, just died not too long ago.

Thinking of this, Lin Chen looked again at the black ribbon tied on the bird's wing. The ribbon was tied very skillfully. Not only was it beautiful, but it could just restrain the poor bird.And those sharp rose stems, at least four or 10 minutes have passed since the girl came to power. Logically speaking, this bird should have died long ago, but just now, it had convulsions...

In his heart, he suddenly had a very, very bad guess. It was very possible that the bird was still alive when it was stuffed into the bottom of the rose. Although its wings and beak were bound, it could still struggle. The black ribbon that has become loose can be speculated that it has actually struggled for a long time in this bouquet of roses, so because it can struggle, in the process of its desperate survival, when someone lifts the bouquet , when the bunch of flowers fell to the ground, the rhizomes of those green roses would pierce into it, and it, like this, was stabbed to death.

As if water with icy balls had submerged his heart, Lin Chen only felt his limbs become cold and numb.

He squatted down slowly beside Xing Conglian, wanting to say something for a while, but couldn't say anything.

"Is Consultant Lin's thinking the same as mine?"

Suddenly, Lin Chen heard Xing Conglian ask him this.

Although Xing Conglian only said "thoughts", he didn't need to ask any more, he probably knew that Xing Conglian was asking him, and you also think that this little bird was killed by such a cruel method ?

"Yes." he replied.

Xing Conglian sneered and said, "It seems that we have encountered a murder case?"

Li Jingtian's life and death are uncertain, so Xing Conglian's murder case certainly does not refer to the case of Li Jingtian's throat being cut, but refers to the murder of a bird.

This may sound a bit ridiculous, but behind this murder that is not considered a murder, there are exquisite techniques and extremely cruel intentions, anti-social personality, and pathological psychology...

Lin Chen can use many, many words to describe the person who killed the bird, but all descriptions are just pure descriptions. Sometimes descriptions are meaningless, because everyone knows that he must be a pervert , an extremely dangerous psychopath.

The meaningful question, then, becomes, why would he or she do this?

"Although I know it's inappropriate to ask now, can you tell me why?"

Sometimes telepathy is too good to be a good thing.

Sure enough, next, Xing Conglian asked him why.

Lin Chen looked at the blood-stained fluff of the little bird, and said slowly: "Of course I can't answer this question now, but the criminal left this special bouquet of flowers, obviously hoping that we would find it..."

"so?"

"So, rather than saying that this bouquet of flowers is for Li Jingtian, it is better to say that this bouquet of flowers and this bird are for us."

Xing Conglian was not surprised to hear this answer, he nodded calmly, then he put down the flowers and birds together, and stood up.

Lin Chen looked up, and saw that Xing Conglian took off his gloves and stretched out his hand to him. He was stunned, put his hand on it, and was pulled up.

They stood opposite each other, and he, Xing Conglian, and even the surrounding forensics officers were silent for a long time, as if they obviously had a lot to say and analyze, but because of some too sad and cruel things, things, and lost the ability to speak for a short time.

Finally, Xing Conglian spoke again, and he said, "Go for a walk?"

Lin Chen nodded.

When following Xing Conglian down the steps, Lin Chen realized that Wang Chao had been standing alone under the stage for a long time. He reached out and rubbed the boy's head, and the boy turned around abruptly.

It was obviously just a dead bird, but the moment Wang Chao came back to his senses, his eyes turned red: "Achen, please, we must catch her!"