Criminal Psychology

For a long time after that, Lin Chen was thinking, what would he have done if the person who got off the car and chased Xu Ran was Xing Conglian?

He might not be as silent as he was, with his skill, maybe he would have detained Xu Ran as early as when she knocked over the money at the newsstand, or he would have shouted and stopped the chasing ahead with his voice People running wild, what would he say, "don't move" or "stop"?

If it is Xing Conglian, maybe there is a better way...

If there is a better way, maybe Xu Ran is sitting opposite her now, and she will cry to him about Li Jingtian, and he will hand her a tissue or a glass of water, and tell her that everything will pass, and he will Catch that bad guy.

However, now, Lin Chen's gaze was looking towards the intensive care unit.

In fact, it is also a face-to-face situation now, but now, he is standing outside the window and she is lying on the bed.

Some catheters and wires were connected to Xu Ran's body. She lay there lifelessly. A light yellow liquid medicine was injected into her body drop by drop along the hose. The heart rate, blood pressure, and respiratory index on the monitor all temporarily It was stable, but it was only temporarily stable. No one knew when the alarm that the vital signs disappeared would sound again.

Lin Chen looked at Xu Ran's face, which was mostly covered by the ventilator. Her eyebrows and eyes were deeply lined, which was a very typical appearance of being tortured by life. She was only 25 years old, but her age seemed to be the reverse of her real age.

Because of a car accident and surgery, Xu Ran had high intracranial pressure, and an ancient skull flap was removed from her head. There were brown blood stains and yellow vomit marks on her face, as if it was the most crudely made doll, because the children were fighting for it. In the process, there was a big fight, and it became fragmented.

But it is a pity that dolls are always different from people. The doctor said that it is unknown whether the patient can wake up, because the patient's internal organs are facing failure at any time because the truck is run over again.

In short, the classic plots in those movies or TV dramas are all like this. Doctors always say that whether they can wake up depends on the patient's will to survive, because in the eyes of the screenwriters and directors, there must be such a hopeless and yet desperate person in those stories. Only passages full of hope can highlight the tension of dramatic conflict.

But Lin Chen knew very well that for Xu Ran, there might not be such a hopeful moment.

The physiological saline mixed with the medicinal liquid fell drop by drop, as if the life of the girl on the bed was passing away.

Lin Chen felt someone pat him on the shoulder, he turned his head numbly, and saw Wang Chao, the young man's eyes were full of gentle and sad black, he saw Wang Chao opened his mouth, and wanted to say something to him, or maybe say What, but he can't seem to hear clearly.

It was strange that when he saw Wang Chao's face, every scene that happened on that sidewalk resurfaced again. At that time, Wang Chao got out of the car a little late because he had to put down his computer, but he always felt that the young man was He was running not far behind him, and the wind was obviously not that harsh, but when it blew on his face, there was a bloody smell. This kind of clarity was very scary, because he could recall every detail of the scene at that time, such as For example, a few newspapers floating in the sky, or a plush pendant where passers-by were knocked dangling, and of course, the moment when Xu Ran was crushed.

Lin Chen closed his eyes, tinnitus made him unable to hear any sounds around him.

He is very clear that he is in the post-traumatic stress reaction period. In fact, hurting this thing is fair to everyone. No matter how many books you have read, how many psychotherapy techniques you have mastered, and how great truths you can say, when you hurt When the time comes, when you should feel the pain, those pains will not diminish at all.

When Lin Chen opened it again, he realized that Wang Chao wanted to talk to him.

He saw Xing Cong and police officers from the forensic department coming from the end of the corridor. He seemed to be watching a criminal investigation drama that had nothing to do with him. He watched the uniformed policemen push open the door and enter the intensive care unit. Seriously and conscientiously doing some forensics work, the flash is on, some people are taking pictures, some people are taking evidence of Xu Ran's fingerprints, some people are simply checking Xu Ran's shoulder bag, and some people took off the doctor from Xu Ran when he was going to the operation Putting his bloody clothes into the evidence bag, everything went on in an orderly manner, as orderly as time passed.

Finally, Lin Chen saw someone hand over a mobile phone with a broken screen to Wang Chao.

He didn't look up, but just from the calluses on the slender knuckles and joints from holding the gun, he knew that it was Xing Conglian's hand.

He lowered his head, not sure if Xing Conglian had spoken, the tinnitus disappeared temporarily, and the ward was eerily quiet.

Later, the visitors retreated like flowing water, and there was no one in the entire aisle again.

He began to hear the hiss of the ventilation fan.

Lin Chen felt that he should do something, at least he didn't stand here in such a daze, deeply immersed in the plot of PTSD, deeply immersed in those flashback scenes and powerless.

He took out his mobile phone and wanted to see if there was any new news or content on the Internet, even if it was just some strange entertainment news.

Although he thought so, he subconsciously knew very well that what he wanted to see was not those, so, in the first post of all the popular Weibo, he saw the photos of the car accident scene again.

The restless asphalt road, the traffic jam, the flow of people stopped...

Those faded scenes became vivid again, and the photos of Xu Ran lying in a pool of blood were released one after another. Although those photos had mosaics, the memory would not be coded, and the mosaics were shifted, and the scenes were automatically displayed again. Completely filled.

Lin Chen even saw himself in the photo.

This seemed to be a very funny scene. He looked at himself at the scene of the car accident, showing blank and empty eyes from a distance, as if he hadn't recovered from being overwhelmed. Lin Chen discovered for the first time that he was really Vulnerable and incompetent, man, always fragile and incompetent.

When Xing Conglian returned to the intensive care unit, what he saw was that scene.

Lin Chen was looking at the screen of his mobile phone with a mocking gaze, and the screen emitted a bluish white light, which made his face pale.

He clenched the paper cup in his hand and walked towards him.

When he walked in, he realized that what Lin Chen was looking at was his own photo at the scene of the car accident, and he only saw it clearly when he got closer. In self-mockery, he felt incompetent.

Xing Conglian felt that he should say something. In fact, he should have said something to Lin Chen from the moment he rushed to the scene of the car accident and from the moment Xu Ran was carried into the ambulance.

But he searched his guts, and suddenly found that he was really not the type to persuade people. After all, Lin Chen has always been doing the job of persuading people, and Lin Chen can always do it very well. He just stood there, It seems to have a soothing aura that can make you temporarily forget the pain.

He thought about it, of course he could say to Lin Chen, don't be sad, don't be sad, it's really not your fault, of course he can think of a lot of such pale words, but these are all nonsense. Watching life fly by at his fingertips, no one would not feel pain, even Lin Chen.

He sighed, raised the paper cup in his hand, and touched Lin Chen's cheek.

Lin Chen felt his cheeks burn.

He raised his head, only to find that Xing Conglian came back at some point, and there were only the two of them in the corridor. Wang Chao was doing something else, most likely to check Xu Ran's cell phone.

"What are you thinking about?" Xing Conglian asked him as he handed him the paper cup and leaned against the glass window.

Lin Chen stared into Xing Conglian's dark green eyes, and he almost blurted out his answer: "I was wondering why you covered my eyes just now."

Now, his thinking is of course very abnormal or even unprofessional. The victim is lying next to the wall, but he is still asking Xing Conglian, why don't you let me see the scene of the car accident?

This is a kind of fragile temptation. This kind of temptation is very common among people who are in love. People who are dazed by love use these questions to test each other's mind, hoping to get something that will make them happy so suddenly. Pao replied, in the past, of course, he would not be so naive, but now, like those little girls who are dazzled by love, they try to gain hope through temptation, and are extremely eager to get some love response from Xing Conglian.

Even seeing a trace of wavering or love in Xing Conglian's eyes is a great comfort to him now. The desire for love that only those little girls have can make him forget the pain instantly, because love is the best refuge.

But ah, Xing Conglian, if it is Xing Conglian, of course it is not like this.

His gaze was still calm and peaceful, like a deep pool in the mountains, he said: "Because, this time, you don't need to look at those."

"what?"

"I'll just come and see."

In an instant, Lin Chen understood what Xing Conglian meant. He said that when Xu Haozhen committed suicide last time, he didn't have time to rush to his side to witness the tragedy on his behalf, so now, these things should be seen by him.

Although this is not a love story, it is better than a love story.

Lin Chen felt a little funny. He opened the hot drink he brought and found that it was a cup of hot cocoa, the kind he had ordered for Dynasty.

"A friend of mine said that sweets release dopamine in the brain and make you feel better."

"That friend of yours is really cultured."

"Yes." Xing Conglian looked at him and said seriously.

He took a sip of hot cocoa, a little embarrassed, "Actually, you don't have to be like this, I'm not the kind of person who can't forget to torture myself when I see a tragedy, I don't have the idea of ​​saving the whole world..."

"I've heard similar words last time. What's going on with you now?" Xing Conglian's words didn't sound harsh at all, but it was probably like this when he really reprimanded his subordinates. There was no need to emphasize the tone at all. It's the look in his eyes when he said "what's the matter with you", which is enough for people to explain clearly honestly.

"Some PTSD, just take it easy," he said.

"You're blaming yourself, very badly."

Xing Conglian was very serious, he was extremely sharp, and he saw through the crux of the problem at a glance.

"Self-blame is inevitable. If I don't blame myself, I will have antisocial personality disorder."

Lin Chen gently turned the paper cup in his hand, with a pretended relaxed smile on his face.

But Xing Conglian really couldn't laugh anymore.

He had never seen Lin Chen like this.

Lin Chen was wearing a white shirt that had lasted for ten years. His cuffs were rolled up, and two shirt collar buttons were unbuttoned, exposing his wrists and collarbone. She didn't even dare to look him in the eyes, not knowing what she was thinking.

Xing Conglian remembered that after Xu Haozhen committed suicide last time, Lin Chen would tell him that he knew very well that he was not a saint and could not save everyone in the world, so he would not blame himself too much, but the situation now is completely different from that day. He blamed himself so much that his bone marrow was aching. If he could exchange his own life for the life of the girl on the hospital bed, he might be very willing.

"You are totally under an obligation to take that responsibility," he said.

"Why not?" Lin Chen almost laughed, but it could hardly be called a smile, because the first time he saw it, Lin Chen's eyes were red, "This is entirely my problem, and Xu Haozhen did not commit suicide. Similarly, I couldn't judge Xu Haozhen's psychological problems at that time, but Li Jingtian was different. After knowing that Li Jingtian sexually assaulted Xu Ran, I should have read the file as soon as possible, but I didn't. What am I doing? Eating ice cream in the store, I was confused by all the mixed comments on the Internet, I didn't understand what was going on at all..."

Although Lin Chen's eyes were red, he spoke every word so calmly, as if he was expounding some facts from a distance. It seemed that the object of his accusation was not himself, but a stranger in a parallel space.

At this time, any words are useless, Xing Conglian shook his head, he took the paper cup in Lin Chen's hand, and hugged him with one hand.

Of course it was encouragement and hugs among comrades in arms, but Lin Chen was completely different from all the comrades he had hugged before. Lin Chen leaned in his arms obediently, his body was unbearably cold, like a piece of ice or lifeless Inorganic matter, he just heard him talking about his feelings non-stop, like an emotional repeater.

"Later, later I was completely attracted by Li Jingtian, you know, for psychologists, this kind of perverted abnormal individual seems to be extremely attractive to us by nature, yes, I looked at Li Jingtian, and I kept repeating Analyzing him again and again, from his fingertips to every strand of his hair, I am very excited, I feel that I have grasped all the key points, this kind of proud excitement makes me completely ignore Xu Ran , I ignored the real victim, how could this not be my fault, this is my fault... I'm sorry, I'm really sorry..."

Lin Chen's dull voice was still in his ear, he heard Lin Chen talking non-stop, those whispers seemed to penetrate into his heart, but it was strange that Lin Chen was obviously blaming himself, He was obviously repenting for what he thought were mistakes, but Xing Conglian thought those words were beautiful, just like red roses are as red as fire, white roses are as white as snow, kind people are always kind to the bottom of their hearts, Lin Chen is so beautiful to him My heart is about to break.

Finally, after Lin Chen said many, many sorrys, the hoarse confiding finally stopped.

It was a very strange feeling. The lights were bright and the surroundings were silent. He was hugging a man of the same sex, standing in an empty corridor. What was supposed to be an encouraging hug between comrades in arms became very complicated, mixed with sadness and pain. , despair, self-blame, all kinds of unspeakable emotions, and even, there was love that he didn't realize at that time.

Xing Conglian felt that his shoulders were wet. He lowered his head and looked at Lin Chen's black hair.

Many times later, when Xing Conglian recalled the scene at that time alone, he realized that at that moment, he should really want to bow his head and kiss the top of his hair.

But then, he just said: "We'll get him, I promise you."