Criminal Psychology

Lin Chen felt that he was a little out of control. It didn't mean that he would do any violent or strange actions, he just felt that he was going crazy.

His eardrums hurt, as if someone had hit his temple hard with a shovel, so the distance from the temple to the ear was so painful that it was impossible to think about it, although he could see Xing Conglian's face, Seeing Wang Chao's pale face and seeing everything in this recording studio, but when he loses control, these things seem to lose any meaning, even Xing Conglian, whom he likes so much, has no meaning.

It was as if something drained all the happiness and happiness in this world, even the air that made people breathe freely, and the thick malice was covered like ink, and there was a fishy smell in the breath...

No, there is no air, how can he smell these smells?

So, the luckiest thing about it is that he still knows he's out of control, like if you know you're mentally ill you're actually sober.

Lin Chen recovered quickly, and he tried his best to restrain these emotions. Although no psychologist would agree with the idea of ​​suppressing emotions, he didn't have so much time to think about them now.

The originally faded picture was gradually dyed with some color. What caught the eye was Xing Conglian's straight nose bridge and a more handsome face because of the clean shaven beard. Xing Conglian's palm covered his cheek, and his thumb clenched Pressing tightly behind his ear, Xing Conglian was so close to him, Lin Chen even suspected that Xing Conglian had called him for a long time just now, so now he took such a slightly ambiguous posture to try to wake him up.

Lin Chen stepped back a little, wiped away his tears with his fingertips, and said, "Sorry."

Xing Conglian frowned, but he didn't intend to let go of his hand.

"What's wrong?" Lin Chen felt the rough calluses on Xing Conglian's fingertips and the heat of his palm, but he didn't understand what happened to Xing Conglian. To be honest, if there are people in this world that he sometimes can't understand, That must be Xing Conglian.

Sure enough, as soon as he opened his mouth, Xing Conglian's face became gloomy again, as if he was about to drip water.Xing Conglian let go, stepped back to the stereo and turned off the music, then turned around and said to the other two in the recording room, "Go out."

Chao Chao was exceptionally clever at a time like this, the young man didn't say a word, he dragged Lu Xu by the head and didn't look back to go out, remembering to close the door by the way.

After the slamming of the door.

Xing Cong pointed to the sofa chair next to the stereo and said to him, "Come here, sit down."

Looking at the dusty sofa, Lin Chen hesitated: "I'm not that fragile yet."

Xing Conglian stood there, ignoring him, with a gloomy look as if saying, "Come here yourself and don't let me say it a second time."

Lin Chen thought about the possibility that Xia Xing Conglian would say this, so he walked over obediently, and he moved to the side to reveal half of the seat.However, Xing Conglian really didn't intend to sit down and chat with him, he looked at him with a condescending gaze, and asked, "What happened to you just now?"

Xing Conglian also asked Xu Ran the same question in front of the ICU after he witnessed the car accident, and his tone at this time was even worse than before.

And after asking this sentence, Xing Conglian added: "I don't want to hear you say that it's better to take it easy, or use any scientific name to prevaricate me. You are in a very bad state now."

Lin Chen lowered his head slightly, a little ashamed, Xing Conglian has good insight, and he is more like a psychologist than him at this time.

He replied calmly: "It may be a panic attack. It should be the sequelae of witnessing Xu Ran's car accident. It was triggered after suffering moderate emotional trauma."

But Xing Conglian's gaze didn't soften because of his answer, as if he was judging his situation and whether there was any concealment in what he said. After a while, he squatted down and was at eye level with him, with a cold face , with deep worry in his expression.

"Captain Xing." Lin Chen leaned forward and shouted softly.

"Consultant Lin." Xing Conglian showed no signs of softening up, "You have suffered too many traumatic events recently, no matter how healthy a human being is in your position, it is easy to have problems, so now, please use your absolute strength. Professional ability to do the most objective self-evaluation and tell me, are you still able and able to persevere?"

Lin Chen is very grateful for such a tough and merciless tone, which made him understand that Xing Conglian regards him as a comrade-in-arms rather than a weak and vulnerable object of protection. If Xing Conglian would use soft words to comfort him at this time , that would embarrass him.

But Lin Chen still asked: "What if I can't hold on?"

"Then I'll handle it."

When Xing Conglian said "Let me handle it", his eyes were cold, as if there was no emotion involved. Lin Chen didn't even doubt that if he said "no", Xing Conglian would not hesitate to take out his mobile phone and send out some kind of killer. Things like starships directly blasted Li Jingtian to pieces. Of course, this is a plot that the dynasty would imagine, but Cong Xing Conglian's expression made Lin Chen very clear that he would really do something similar.

"The situation may be a little worse than I expected. Psychological trauma is indeed different from stab wounds, but as long as the organization reimburses my psychological treatment expenses after the case is closed, then there should be no major problems." Lin Chen said.

Xing Conglian was still staring at him, trying to tell the truth from his gaze or expression. Lin Chen didn't dare to look away. In fact, he certainly didn't dare to tell Xing Conglian that one-third of patients with panic disorder often have He suffers from severe depression with a probability of more than [-]. Although he is not that serious, but because human beings' understanding of physical and mental diseases is far less than those of obvious physical diseases, even he cannot judge how his own problems will develop. degree.

Xing Conglian nodded, as if approving his explanation, and finally stood up and sat down on the sofa beside him.

Lin Chen felt the sag of the sofa.

If it was normal, then Xing Conglian would definitely light a cigarette now, but this is a crime scene, so obviously he couldn't: "Now tell me why you made that inference and what you need me to do."

Lin Chen leaned on the sofa, every trace of the air here made him uncomfortable, he stabilized his breath, pointed to the musical instruments knocked down by the dynasty just now, and said: "First of all, I have seen the guitar in Song Shengsheng's room, and the recording The state of the pile of rubbish in the living room is completely different, and with Song Shengsheng's serious attitude towards musical instruments, those musical instruments don't seem to be used by him."

"So you suspect that it was used by Li Jingtian, he came and used Song Shengsheng's recording studio?"

"It's just a suspicion, but even if we find Li Jingtian's fingerprints or DNA on it, it doesn't make any sense, and I really hope we don't find Song Shengsheng's blood on it."

Xing Conglian nodded and said, "Continue."

"With Li Jingtian's extremely distorted attitude towards Song Shengsheng, he must do everything he can to humiliate Song Shengsheng. What could be more exciting than humiliating Song Shengsheng in the most private and proud place?"

"right here?"

"Yeah." Lin Chen looked into the clean and tidy recording studio, feeling a little unbearable, he hoped that the inferences he made were all his delusions, and Song Shengsheng had never experienced that at all, "The outside furnishings are messy, but in the recording studio But clean and tidy, all microphones and instrument stands have been moved aside, if I'm not mistaken..."

"The inside is clean and tidy because Li Jingtian often tortures Song Shengsheng inside."

There was also a rare tremor in Xing Conglian's voice.

Lin Chen looked away, but couldn't help wondering what Song Shengsheng had experienced in that small room: "I know that such inferences are wild, but I have seen the photos of the scene, and the brackets were placed like this before the police search, of course It's also possible that Song Shengsheng did the cleaning the day before..."

When Lin Chen said this, he couldn't continue.

How he wished it was because Song Shengsheng had to clean the recording studio on a whim the day before.

Xing Conglian said: "Li Jingtian recorded the whole process while torturing Song Shengsheng, and he also intercepted Song Shengsheng's screams and mixed them into his own record. CA Company realized this afterwards but could not find the master tape. Or they were afraid of the existence of copies, so they sent Lu Xu and his brother to Song Shengsheng's house to take away all the music tapes from that time?"

"I'm afraid that's the case." Lin Chen felt his eardrums tingle again, and the whole recording studio seemed to be surrounded by Song Shengsheng's heart-wrenching cry for help. Although it was extremely uncomfortable, he had to finish these things, "Song Shengsheng is here The habit of recording music tapes at home, he may be alone when recording, so he will not press the pause button in time, maybe when Li Jingtian came here occasionally, he found Song Shengsheng was recording a song, so he raped him on a whim, and those voices were recorded, Li Jingtian left That tape, or..." Lin Chen took a deep breath, "Li Jingtian dragged Song Shengsheng by his hair and dragged him into the recording studio to torture him over and over again. He forced Song Shengsheng to shout out in the most miserable voice, and then After recording those voices, he will play those screams of Song Shengsheng to him over and over again...even...he will put those cries and begging for mercy into his album, and play them to Song Shengsheng again and again."

"Okay, I understand." Xing Conglian quickly interrupted him, "Stop thinking about those pictures just to explain to me."

Lin Chen knew that this was concern, but he still said, "It's not that you said that if you didn't think about those pictures, they would never appear." He looked at the cold floor in the room, and said, "If they happened and really existed, then they will always be there. It's all there."

"Until the day when the injustice is rehabilitated." Xing Conglian said.

"Yeah, until the grievances are cleared up." Lin Chen said calmly, "But I have no evidence, even if the screams in Li Jingtian's album are mixed with the screams of Song Sheng as I guessed, those voices may have passed through It has been processed by tuning or other mixing methods, so it is difficult to identify it as Song Shengsheng's voice, even if the identification is successful, Li Jingtian can easily reason that he does not know the source of those materials."

"So the only evidence that makes Li Jingtian unable to stand up forever is the complete original tape he recorded when he raped Song Shengsheng." Xing Conglian said, "And that original tape is exactly what Mu Zhuo worried that Li Jingtian didn't destroy."

Finally, Lin Chen showed a very cold smile: "Yes, I suspect that it is very likely that CA company did not find the original tape in the end, and even if they did, Li Jingtian must have a copy in his hand."

Xing Conglian looked at his watch and said, "Then Consultant Lin, we need to get it out of Li Jingtian's hands within three and a half hours."

Lin Chen nodded: "Now we first need a voiceprint identification expert to confirm that there is indeed Song Shengsheng's voice in Li Jingtian's album, but..." Lin Chen was a little worried, "The time is too short, voiceprint identification is a very complicated process , we may not even be able to find such experts in time.”

"Coincidentally, I know such a person, and he must be in time." Xing Conglian said.

Lin Chen wanted to ask who it was, but before he could speak, there was a knock on the door.

Wang Chao didn't push the door open, but said anxiously through the door: "Boss, Li Jingtian is holding a press conference at the gate of the embassy, ​​come out and watch!"

"I see." Xing Conglian said.

Lin Chen was startled and couldn't help standing up and walking to the door. The moment he put his hand on the railing, he felt his other hand being grabbed suddenly. His figure flickered, and Xing Conglian pulled him into his arms In, hug tightly.

The author has something to say: After reading the comments in the last chapter, I always feel that I have to say something.

First of all, it seems that I was punished for writing a terrible thing. I have a cervical spondylosis, and it is very uncomfortable to sit. I originally wanted to update it at 6000. I know it is difficult to drag, but I am sorry to wait for me to recover.

Then, about Song Shengsheng... Although everyone's definition of good is completely different, it must be the best ending I can write for him. The biggest hope is that everyone can agree with the ending after reading it.

In the end, CP read the comments in the last chapter, hehehe, but I really just started to reel up, anyway... lie flat...