Criminal Psychology

From easy to difficult, repeat practice...

This is the learning method mastered by human beings in the evolution of nearly ten thousand years. Then, learning to overcome is also learning.

"You mean, Yu Yanqing did all this to overcome the fear of death?"

Fu Hao came early, and before he had time to put down the warm milk and bread, he heard Xing Conglian's important spoiler.

"Brother, do you have any new clues?"

"Have you heard of systematic desensitization?" Captain Xing sat at the table and asked proudly.

Fu Hao hurriedly put down the plastic bag, ignored him, and moved to Lin Chen's side, asking, "System desensitization?"

Xing Conglian was completely ignored, but he was not angry. Instead, he rushed to explain to Fu Hao: "Yes, Yu Yanqing should be using systematic desensitization methods to alleviate his fear of death..."

"Calm down." Fu Hao glared at Xing Conglian, then asked Lin Chen: "Brother, what's going on?"

"All the intentions of this case are closely related to death, and present a gradually enlarged sense of fear. This is the conclusion we have drawn before." Lin Chen coughed lightly, and his words were not as good as Xing Conglian's. So easy: "But we have always lacked a clue that can run through everything. It was Xiaopang who gave us this important reminder."

Fu Hao saw him glance at the kid sitting on the bench playing with his fingers, and then said, "From the process of committing the crime, Yu Yanqing may have used systematic desensitization to overcome his fear of death. Four steps: First, she gets close to the corpse, imagining that she is dead, and slowly doing relaxation exercises to adapt to the distance from the corpse. Therefore, there are traces of sleeping under the bed in the mortuary of the hospital, and dressing the corpse neatly also means A respect for death."

Lin Chen paused, as if he was thinking: "Then is to watch a brutal murder scene and observe other people's reactions to death; the second is to kill a person with your own hands and watch him die in your hands, adapting to the loss of life. process, which may be why exercising youths were killed."

Fu Hao only felt that the more he listened, the colder he became. His lips trembled slightly, and he asked softly, "In the end, suicide?"

"It was suicide."

He gasped, his teeth and cheeks were cold.

"So, we've closed the case?" he asked tremblingly.

Yu Yanqing killed someone, left a suicide note, committed suicide, so perfect,

Lin Chen was sitting on a hard and cold wooden bench, with his finger on the half-cold water, he tapped the cup wall intentionally or unintentionally, as if he didn't hear Fu Hao's question.

"It seems that it is not impossible to write a case report." Xing Conglian rubbed his fluffy beard with his palm, paused, and said, "But I always feel that something is missing."

It's like a horrible fog. You have worked so hard to walk through the fog. In the end, you just touched a high wall.

Towering up and down, lofty and majestic.

I want to say that this is okay, but it seems far from enough.

"I want to take another look at Yu Yanqing's information." Lin Chen stopped knocking on the wall of the cup and spoke lightly.

About half an hour later, a young chatty technician was standing at the door holding his notebook.

He wore a black peaked cap instead, the brim of the hat was dripping, and his eyes were shining. When he saw Xing Conglian, his tone was very sad: "Oh my god, the typhoon, the car is so hard to hit."

Xing Conglian bit his cigarette and motioned him to sit down and work quickly.

Wang Chao chose a seat next to Lin Chen, and said while turning the phone on, "Mr. Lin, do you want to play LOL or not? Let me teach you how to do it."

Xing Conglian slapped his scalp with a backhand: "Speed, where is Yu Yanqing's information."

"I'm talking about the head, you are really overqualified." Zhao Chao's fingers jumped on the keyboard, and after a while, a detailed personal information was revealed: "It's the same if you ask Xiaolongbao to do these things." He Call up the information, put the mouse in Lin Chen's hand, and lean back on the chair.

Yu Yanqing's biography is very detailed, from where she lived when she was a child, which elementary school she went to, to the recent medical insurance card records, they are all listed in detail.

Lin Chen watched very quickly, from beginning to end, it took less than 5 minutes.

He let go of the mouse and subconsciously frowned.

Xing Conglian leaned forward and asked, "Have you finished reading?"

"finish watching."

"What's the problem?"

"No problem at all."

Yu Yanqing is a very ordinary girl.

She was born in a small border town. After finishing her nine-year compulsory education, she went out to work. She worked as a waiter and a factory worker. Later, she joined the "Good Home" labor service company and worked as a gardener in the third primary school in the city. In order to make money, she worked on weekends Will work as a part-time cleaner in a hospital.

Her resume is simple and clean, and she is no different from thousands of rural girls of her age. The only difference is that at a very good age, she chose to use the cruelest way to end her relationship with others. life.

Some powerful event, then, must have occurred during the brief period of his life that had pushed her away from the flat track that should have been hers.

However, in Yu Yanqing's resume, he did not see such a thing happen.

After thinking for a long time, Lin Chen finally spoke again: "Her parents are still alive?"

"Yes." Dynasty nodded.

"All the elders in the family passed away when she was very young?"

"Yes."

"That would be strange."

Yu Yanqing had a simple experience and had both parents. What did she go through to become so obsessed with death.

"Is it possible that the little girl is in the hospital, what happened?"

Xing Conglian asked in a low voice, mysterious and unusual.

……

The hospital was the beginning of the incident. To trace the source, they still had to go back to the hospital.

Lin Chen got off Xing Conglian's jeep, he looked up at the hospital sign, and an ambulance also happened to brake suddenly beside him.

The door of the car was opened, and the medical staff got out of the car with a stretcher. On the stretcher lay a strange old man. Behind the old man was a pair of sons and daughters. Their eyes were swollen from crying. Lin Chen passed them and heard them running Calling mom.

Xing Conglian pushed open the door, only to see Lin Chen still looking back at the pair of middle-aged siblings.

"What?" he asked.

"In fact, each of us has experienced this kind of moment. However, normal people will be sad, sad and painful when facing the departure of their loved ones, but they will not have a sense of fear of death. Yu Yanqing must have experienced it here. Some special death event."

Xing Conglian rubbed his beard, his hands still resting on the glass door.

After a while, Lin Chen looked up, his expression quickly condensed: "The first time I received a letter was on July 7, and I received one every other week after that. The first time a fully dressed male corpse appeared in the hospital, it was On September 13." He paused, and then said: "Then, during this period of time, how many patients have passed away in the municipal hospital, and which of them died on the floor that Yan Qing was in charge of cleaning? Who has been in close contact with during this period, I ask you to find out."

Xing Conglian nodded, and was about to ask the security department, but he had just taken two steps when he heard Lin Chen say behind him: "The date of death should be Wednesday, and the patient may live on the seventh floor or in the seventh building." .”

"why?"

Xing Conglian felt that he was an idiot when he asked. July 7th and September 13th were both Wednesdays, and there was a letter every other week. Even the time interval between fully dressed corpses in the hospital was exactly 9 days.

They used to think that this might just be the law of the murderer's crime, but now it seems that there may be a deeper psychological reason.

Looking at the back of Xing Conglian leaving, Fu Hao stood beside Lin Chen, and asked solemnly: "Brother, do you have any idea in your heart, is this a simple murder case, or..."

He hesitated to speak, but Lin Chen did not answer. Instead, he raised his head and stared at the white walls of the hospital. His eyes followed the glass curtain wall and climbed to a very high floor.

"Go to 7 hug to see." Lin Chen said.

Fu Hao sighed for a long time, of course he knew how serious his brother was, but if Lin Chen didn't want to talk about it, it must be a secret before he opened his mouth to mention it.

The elevator quickly climbed up to the top floor, and the moment the elevator door opened again, the three red words "oncology department" came into view.

At that moment, even Fu Hao suddenly understood many things.

Lin Chen coughed twice and walked last.

The oncology ward was unusually quiet, with occasional elderly people walking slowly while holding on to the railing.

At this moment, a nurse walked by with the help of an old man. Lin Chen remembered that he seemed to have seen him a few days ago, so he walked up and patted the nurse on the shoulder.

The nurse looked up strangely, before he could speak, Lin Chen asked straightforwardly: "Hi, I would like to ask, do you know Yu Yanqing?"

The other party nodded, with a disdainful tone: "What's wrong with her?"

"She's dead."

The man's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Suicide." He continued to add, "I don't doubt what you mean, I just want to know, who did Yu Yanqing have close friends with in the hospital?"

The nurse's face changed drastically: "It's not me! I didn't kill her!"

Lin Chen thought, of course it wasn't you, you didn't even know about Yu Yanqing's death, so how could you kill her?

It was only at that moment that he suddenly realized that it wasn't necessarily what Yu Yanqing had experienced that caused her to do those things. Perhaps their direction in the first place was wrong.

Then, if it wasn't Yu Yanqing, who else could make her do these things?

Lin Chen frowned slightly, thinking of a possibility.

"I know it's not you." His voice calmed down, "I didn't mean to inquire about the relationship between you and Yu Yanqing, this is your privacy." He said softly, and the murderer's words appeared in his mind. Sand table model, slowly sketching out the "possibility", he said, "I would like to ask you to recall whether you have ever seen such a pair of mother and child. The son is about 35-40 years old, and the mother is about 65 years old. The mother is about [-] years old. My son has strict discipline, and you used to think that this old lady is still so strong at such a young age, which is disgusting."

The interpretation of the sand table itself is a kind of willful imagination. Lin Chen hooked up what he felt when he visited the death scene many times. It was a strong confrontation between the external order and the internal chaos, and he was confused, lonely and helpless: "Then A son, I think you will be impressed. He is so obedient to his mother that you may feel that he is like a child who has not been weaned." He changed his tone and spoke more slowly, "But, he is very Gentleman, the behavior is very standard, even, very charming."

The nurse suddenly looked up, as if remembering something.

"who is it?

"The son of a patient who used to live in bed 7 in District 3, Yan Qing cleaned that area."

"What's wrong with that mother?"

"Stomach cancer is particularly tormenting." The nurse did not shy away from it at all.

"Did she... committed suicide?"

The nurse was surprised, but nodded anyway.