Criminal Psychology

14:00 sharp.

A pure black car with embassy license plates drove out of the main gate of the embassy on time. The moment the car drove out of the iron gate, a cloud of flash lights lit up, all the cameras were running, and all the reporters were taking pictures, but other than that , and no one spoke.

The street in front of the embassy was filled with deathly silence. The fans in red clothes were like crushed petals falling on the ground. They supported each other dejectedly. They covered their mouths and turned around, still immersed in extreme sadness. with shock.

Among all the people present, no one dared to take a step closer to the black car. It was like a moving shadow of death, and everything it passed was filled with the utmost malice in the human world.

Under the blue sky, under the piled cotton-white clouds, the sound of sirens whistled to break the tranquility of the entire Embassy Street.

A team of mounted police came from a distance. They wore navy blue uniforms, drove snow-white motorcycles, and their red and blue police lights flashed alternately.

The car stopped slowly, and the captain of the mounted police just parked the car next to the window, and the window was lowered.

The captain saluted seriously, and said in a business-like tone: "The Yongchuan traffic police received a call from the Hongjing police for help, and specially escorted Mr. Li Jingtian to the airport."

The driver didn’t know whether to salute or nodded, but they didn’t speak at all. The captain of the mounted police turned the car around. Then, four motorcycles escorted the black car. They escorted the embassy with great understanding and dedication. The car is driving towards the end of the road.

……

14:05 pm.

Xing Conglian walked into the attic.

The live broadcast had already ended, and the staff of the embassy had begun to dismantle the cameras installed in the four corners of the attic. The black veils on the windows were removed, and the bright sky illuminated everything in the small building.

Lin Chen was still sitting at the table, and he was still looking at the painting that Li Jingtian had drawn.

The game of cards on the table was messy. Seeing him enter the door, Lin Chen suddenly raised his head, and his eyes suddenly became a little flickering, like the kind of child who did something wrong when he met the dean: "Why are you here? We are going to the cultural center to find a certificate now. thing?"

Lin Chen casually opened up a topic and asked.

Xing Conglian didn't answer immediately, his eyes fell on Lin Chen's arm, Lin Chen still pressed the wound with one hand, so that there were reddish-brown dried blood between his fingers.

The real scene is always more shocking than live TV.

"Take the painting and follow me." Xing Conglian said to Lin Chen.

Lin Chen didn't know why, so he froze for a moment, then said goodbye to the operator who was dismantling the instrument, and walked out of this bloody and murderous room calmly and firmly just like when he entered this hut.

Even though such a big event happened, it is still difficult to see any staff coming and going in the embassy. The corridor here is far away, and the wide vines cover the upper end of the corridor, covering a large dark green shadow.

Lin Chen followed Xing Conglian. Along the way, Xing Conglian didn't say anything to him, but Lin Chen judged from the direction that Xing Conglian didn't seem to want to bring him to the scene. The direction they were going was this area. Go deep into the complex.

Just when Lin Chen thought that Xing Conglian would take him to appreciate the magic of this land again, Xing Conglian had already brought him to the infirmary at the end of the corridor.

There was no one in the infirmary, and Dynasty was not there.

The small room is filled with all kinds of medicines, and there is even a simple operating room. The air is filled with a strong smell of disinfectant. Here...

How should I describe it? Except for the simple hospital bed by the window, which is fairly clean, the rest of the place looks like it has been ruthlessly ruined by someone. In short, the people who come and go to this infirmary probably come and go in a hurry, and don't care too much. Cleanliness and cleanliness of medical facilities.

"Sit first." Xing Conglian pointed to the hospital bed and told him so.

After saying this, Xing Conglian turned around and found povidone iodine, alcohol, gauze, tweezers, and slotted needles and silk threads for sutures among a pile of chaotic medical supplies. Lin Chen looked Eyes are straight.

"I think I still need to go to a professional hospital in this situation." Lin Chen let go of his fingers pressing on the wound, and some blood seeped out again, and the flesh turned out. The knife wound looked miserable, but in fact it was not true so serious.

Xing Conglian unwrapped a pack of gauze and walked up to him with medical tape. Before Lin Chen could react, the wound had already been covered with gauze.

The next moment, Xing Conglian took his hand and pulled him to the edge of the pool.

Lin Chen felt Xing Conglian's cold and strong palm, and felt that he should find something to talk about: "Where is Military Officer Shen, when are we going to the cultural center? If Li Jingtian is allowed to leave the country, it will be very difficult to arrest him." Lin Chen watched Looking at the sink, he said with a frown. When he said this, Xing Conglian just opened a bottle of normal saline and poured it down on his arm.

Lin Chen suddenly woke up from the pain, but he didn't dare to cry out. He yelled in a low voice: "Captain Xing, it hurts a little."

"Endure it." Xing Conglian picked up a soft-bristled brush from the side, carefully dipped it in sterile soapy water, and began to clean the skin around the wound for him.

Cleaning the area around the wound with a soft brush felt painful and itchy. Lin Chen was surprised at the professional level of the other party's movements, but seeing Xing Conglian's cold face and silent expression made him feel a little uneasy.

Finally, Xing Conglian cleaned the wound for him, and just before the other party picked up the normal saline again, Lin Chen subconsciously held Xing Conglian's arm.

The other party glanced at him and said, "Consultant Lin, I am also very professional, so please don't doubt my professionalism."

Lin Chen felt that what Xing Conglian said sounded very familiar.

……

14:20, Yongchuan Airport Expressway.

Two live news vehicles were flanking the embassy convoy heading for the airport.

In the live broadcast car of Yongchuan Satellite TV, the reporter narrated in a dignified tone: "Now, the escort team composed of Yongchuan traffic police is escorting the embassy vehicle that Li Jingtian is riding to the airport, but please understand that the Yongchuan police are not covering up the suspect Li Jingtian. , please understand it as an escort operation. Now, there is still one hour and 15 minutes before the plane takes off, which means that the police in our country need to find the key evidence that can detain Li Jingtian within this time. Time is running out, let us quickly connect The line is rushing to the reporter of our station at the Yongchuan Christian Culture and Art Center..."

In the back seat of a black car.

The singer in a light gray suit was watching the live broadcast at the same time. He held his mobile phone tightly and turned to look at the mounted police outside the window with a nervous smile on his face.

"Drive faster, I'm running for my life." He said to Mr. Driver.

……

14:25, the infirmary of the embassy in Xinni.

The cold hydrogen peroxide was poured down again, washing away the fine foam and residual blood clots, and strands of blood flowed into the sewer.

Lin Chen pursed his lips, not daring to lift his head.

Xing Conglian looked at the person in front of him who seemed to be swallowing the pain and groaning in order to fear that he would get angry, looked at the smooth black hair and pale face of the other party, felt the irritability in his heart when he saw the other party hurt, saw Li Jingtian The nervousness when he drew the knife disappeared in an instant.

He suddenly realized that all his current emotions were because he was blaming himself.

To be honest, he really seldom blames himself, because his family has taught him since he was very young that men should not blame themselves or complain about themselves, so if you have time, why not use that time to think about how to correct it or correct it? Think about what to do when you do it again. In short, when you can gradually handle many things properly, you will gradually stay away from self-blame, because you know very well that the choice you made is the only, necessary and best.But Lin Chen, Lin Chen doesn't belong to those things that he can't handle well, because Lin Chen can handle everything well by himself. [-]. Friends should be everyone's dream, but when he sat in front of the monitor and thought over and over again if he could make a better choice so that Lin Chen would not be injured or his life would be in danger, he It turned out that he couldn't do it at all.

Of course, if Lin Chen heard what he was thinking now, he would definitely say that necessary sacrifices are okay, and he was sure that Li Jingtian would not really use the knife, so the scene just now seemed a little tense.

However, multiple choice questions are always the most difficult propositions in the world.

Xing Conglian thought for a while, dried his hands, rubbed Lin Chen's hair, and said sincerely, "Sorry, it's my problem."

Lin Chen's gaze was hesitant, but it contained a kind of tenderness, as if he had guessed what was in his heart in an instant, but he didn't say anything.

……

14:30, Yongchuan Airport.

Li Jingtian got out of the car and entered the VIP counter to go through the check-in procedures.

There are many reporters around him taking pictures and taking pictures, and everyone passing by him seems to be pointing at him, trying to make him a scourge or a very threatening cold virus, as if he will die if he touches it .

But so what?

As long as he can get on the plane, get out of the customs, and see his family, those damn Chinese police will not do anything to him. Grandpa promised him repeatedly on the phone just now.

Moreover, the Art Center is so big, it will take a long time for those stupid policemen to find things.

He raised his head, and saw that the scene of him pointing a knife at Lin Chen was being played repeatedly on the TV in the airport lobby. His face looked so hideous, and everyone looked up at him.

Lin Chen was right. Now, everyone is watching him. This feeling of being feared by the world is even better than when he was worshiped before.

"Mr. Li Jingtian."

The staff's voice brought him back from his thoughts.

The little girl standing at the check-in counter looked crisp and delicious. Looking at him, her body seemed to tremble uncontrollably.

Li Jingtian took the boarding pass, pulled down his sunglasses, and smiled at the little girl: "Don't be nervous, those on TV are all lies."

……

14:35, Yongchuan Christian Culture and Art Center.

Wang Chao finally arrived here with Shen Chenggong. The Yongchuan police had led people to completely seal off the scene in advance, but there were still many staff members of the center watching and taking pictures.

He and Shen successfully raised the cordon and took the elevator to the top of the big stage.

A police officer had already started searching from the top floor down. Standing in the auditorium on the top floor, Wang Chao looked around, and he suddenly felt what Chen said.

That's right, Li Jingtian is here to show off his evil deeds to all Song Shengsheng's fans.

……

14:40, the infirmary of the embassy in Xinni.

The warm sunlight shines on the hospital bed through the window, making the room bright.

The stitching work has come to an end. For a long time in the past, Xing Conglian just lowered his head, doing meticulous wound stitching work.

Lin Chen looked at the person sitting in front of him. Maybe it was because of the lush and fresh vegetation outside the window, or because he felt so good about being treated carefully. He wasn't thinking about Li Jingtian or Song Shengsheng, he was just thinking about Xing Conglian.

Xing Conglian's fingers pressed against his skin, his eyelashes were thin and curled up, and when he drooped, he had an extremely serious expression.Looking at Xing Conglian, he always felt that the other party did have a lot of experience in wound suturing, but this kind of experience should not be learned during an internship in a hospital, but more like the kind of experience that is naturally learned after going through blood and fire. acquired skills.

Lin Chen's thoughts drifted further.

There are not too dense but very clear cicadas outside the window.

Sometimes, Xing Conglian is really kind to him, so good that it is easy to misunderstand.

For example, in this tense moment of chasing a suspect, the first thing Xing Conglian thought of was to disinfect and treat his wound, although he could guess that this probably had nothing to do with Xing Conglian's worry that he would not be able to use antibiotics after the wound was infected. It is related, but no matter how you look at it, they were just framed by Li Jingtian in front of the whole country as an adulterous couple, and now they are sitting so intimately in an infirmary, it is really not appropriate.

But when he thought of this, Lin Chen was very aggrieved. If something happened between him and Xing Conglian, it would be fine. Now he has no guts at all, and it can't be worse.

At this moment, Xing Conglian's cell phone rang suddenly.

Xing Conglian had just disinfected his hands when he suddenly stopped impatiently, stood up, and turned his left trouser pocket towards him.

Lin Chen had an embarrassing feeling of being crushed by someone who was obsessive. He looked at Xing Conglian's lower body, looked away, and stretched his hand in.

"Boss, Boss, can you let Brother Chen listen to the phone for a while? We still can't find the master tape, ahhh, kneel down!"

Lin Chen held the mobile phone and put it close to Xing Conglian's ear. Xing Conglian held the tweezers and was about to tie the final knot on the sutured wound on his arm, but Wang Chao's excited voice came out ahead of time.

"I'm here, tell me." Lin Chen didn't mean to ask Xing Conglian, and put the phone to his ear.

"Brother Ah Chen, you said the master tape was at the top of the art center, but the staff here said that if there was such a thing, they must have discovered it a long time ago. It is impossible for Li Jingtian to hide the CD here silently for so long. It was discovered!"

"Wait a minute." Lin Chen turned on his phone and put it on his lap, then took out Li Jingtian's painting from his pocket. The blood on the painting had dried up. He looked at the painting for a while, frowning, It's impossible not to be at the height of the Arts Center.

Thinking of this, he looked at the time on his phone, and it was getting closer and closer to the boarding time...

Suddenly, he felt Xing Conglian squeeze his palm.

"Don't worry." Xing Conglian only said four words calmly.

Lin Chen glanced at the painting again, and suddenly said to Wang Chao, "Go look for it in the lighting area above the stage."

"what?"

"According to Li Jingtian's anxious state of mind when he drew this painting, those clouds should be blackened or accentuated, but they are now white, and there should be many in the master tape..."

"A place with lots of bright white light!" Dynasty yelled, before hanging up.

Lin Chen also picked up the phone, but he had no choice but to press it.

When he recovered, Xing Conglian was still holding his hand.

……

14:50, Yongchuan Airport, VIP waiting room.

As the boarding time approached, Li Jingtian gradually became nervous. The feeling that he was about to get rid of the crime but was afraid of the sudden drop of the switch knife made his muscles tremble uncontrollably.

In 10 minutes, he will be able to enter the channel and board the flight back home. Those annoying Chinese policemen are no longer around him. The staff of the embassy also left after sending him out. Don't care who he is.

He was going to be free soon, but as time passed, like Lin Chen's bright red blood dripping on the table, he felt that the steel wire twisted around his neck was getting tighter and tighter, he could hardly breathe, but Can't see the shadow of that steel wire...

He will get away with it, and no one can stop him.

Li Jingtian thought so.

……

15:20, Yongchuan Christian Art Center.

Wang Chao directed a group of police officers to search carefully on the light stand.

A lighting engineer who was in charge of Li Jingtian's concert at that time stood beside him, with a tangled expression: "I seem to remember that Li Jingtian rehearsed very late the day before the concert, and he seemed to tell us all because he was dissatisfied with the live stage lighting. , I don’t remember if he put on the lighting stand, because we got off work early and they were still rehearsing there...”

The dense police boots stepped on the high-altitude steel plate, making a crackling sound.

"Found it!" Someone shouted, and everyone stopped what they were doing.

……

15:30

The moment the flight took off, Li Jingtian let out a long sigh of relief. This was simply the most thrilling foul breath he had ever exhaled in his life. He shouted out with all his strength.

He had never experienced this kind of exhilarating feeling in his life, and it was even more exhilarating than when he entered Song Shengsheng's body over and over again.

Lin Chen, no matter how awesome you are, you can't catch me?

He hammered the armrest of the first-class seat hard and laughed maniacally.

……

At 18:00 in the evening, it is a wonderful time for all the families to have a happy dinner together.

Mu Wenhua put her little daughter into the dining chair and served a bowl of simple green vegetable noodles, but forgot to put a fork.

The girl simply grabbed the noodles with her hands and stuffed them into her mouth. The dripping soup dripped down, but Mu Wenhua didn't seem to notice it.

On the TV in the living room, the live broadcast of Yongchuan Satellite TV has not yet ended.

Sinai International Airport tarmac.

Li Jingtian stepped out of the plane and down the gangway.

There was no one else around the runway except busy airport staff and shuttle buses, and not even the expected flashing lights were on.

The sky is a deep indigo blue, and the city lights are faintly visible in the distance.

No police, no reporters, he is really free...

Li Jingtian took a deep breath of free air, nothing is more pleasing than freedom.

He put on sunglasses, followed the passengers, and slowly walked out of the checkpoint.

He had already seen the old butler waiting outside the crowd not far away, and he waved to him,

Li Jingtian imagined that the other party was rushing, but suddenly, just as he was about to walk out of the passage, someone kicked him hard on the knee, and he suddenly fell to the ground, his face hitting the hard marble floor.

His face was in severe pain, and warm liquid oozed from his mouth and nasal cavity. Looking at the old housekeeper running from afar, it seemed as if someone had hit his temple hard with a heavy hammer, and he was struggling violently and frantically. Get up: "Let go of me, who are you, why do you arrest me, this is Xinni, this is Xinni!."

The person on top of him said in a very businesslike tone: "Mr. Li Jingtian, you have been arrested in accordance with the law for committing multiple serial rape cases in China with solid evidence." After saying this, the person added He said, "Uh, the police over there in Huaguo asked me to tell you that although it's a bit of a second grade, but... Li Jingtian, GameOver."

Mu Wenhua was fixed in front of the TV, tears rolling down her cheeks and eye sockets.

In the school cafeteria, in the commercial center square, and on countless large screens, everyone stopped to watch the scene of Li Jingtian splashing and rolling on the marble floor.

The former famous singer is now disheveled, his face is covered with blood, his eyes are crazy, and he spits out all kinds of dehumanized words, without any dignity of being born as a human being.

Like a real madman.

The screen gradually went dark.

The anchor read in an unprecedentedly excited voice: "After the identification of Mr. Shen Chenggong, a well-known voiceprint expert in New Niguo, the master tape that Li Jingtian hid in the ceiling of the lighting area of ​​Yongchuan Christian Cultural Center was indeed recorded by Li Jingtian when he raped the victim Song Shengsheng. The entire audio file. The Singaporean police have arrested the suspect Li Jingtian according to the law and will send Li back to my country at a later date. Let us thank the Singaporean government for their understanding of justice, and for the justice that has come late but has finally arrived."

……

The TV snapped off.

"Have you made arrangements?" Lin Chen looked at the table full of takeaways, and finally understood why Xing Conglian would calmly let Li Jingtian leave, and the despair of "rebirth and death" would drive people crazy.

"After all, it is a friendly country, and we must give Xinni a chance to regain his face." Xing Conglian rolled up his cuffs and began to serve porridge.

"It's still Captain Xing who has far-sighted plans."

"Each each other."

Lin Chen put down his chopsticks, looked at the red blood food in front of him, and fell into deep thought.

"It's okay to let Su Fengzi stay in the embassy for another hour." Xing Conglian put down the porridge bowl and said in relief.

"No, I was thinking, where is Song Shengsheng?" Lin Chen suddenly raised his head and asked.