Criminal Psychology

The wind and rain outside the window were getting stronger, the strong wind and the branches and leaves were beating against the edge of the window desperately, Zhang Xiaolong shut up at the right moment.

Dozens of eyes in the room focused on Lin Chen again.

There was suspicion and astonishment in those eyes, as if they were questioning why Lin Chen could easily infer the relationship between Yan Qing and Feng Peilin, as if the culprit was someone else, which was very embarrassing.

Lin Chen closed his eyes lightly, unmoved.

Fu Hao was very angry. He gritted his teeth and wanted to speak, but was held down by Xing Conglian.

"It looks like I have to invite Mr. Feng to have a cup of tea, don't you think so, political commissar?" Xing Conglian rubbed his beard, pulling everyone's attention away from Lin Chen.

The political commissar's face was very red, but he still pretended to be deep. After pondering for a moment, he said, "Yes, Lao Xing."

Xing Conglian stood up, the chair and the ground made a rough sound, he subconsciously looked in Lin Chen's direction, and wanted to take Lin Chen with him, but Lin Chen was not looking at him.

Huang Ze put away his notebook, raised his stern face slightly, and said, "Captain Xing, it seems not good to let irrelevant people participate in solving the case."

"Mr. Lin once played a key role in the investigation of this case, so how can he be irrelevant?"

After hearing Xing Conglian's words, Huang Ze flipped through his notebook, as if he had seen some records, but raised his head and asked, "It seems that Professor Fu is the specially appointed psychologist of the police force?"

Xing Conglian was speechless for a moment, he wanted to argue again, but saw Lin Chen slightly opened his eyes, looked at him, and shook his head.

Fu Hao quickly grabbed Xing Conglian: "Let's go, Old Xing, let's arrest him!"

……

The camphor on the side of the road was blown to one side or another by the wind, the jeep was speeding past, Fu Hao was silent, Xing Conglian only stepped on the gas pedal, the atmosphere in the car was frighteningly gloomy.

At the red light, Xing Conglian stopped abruptly, turned his head, and said coldly, "Why don't you explain?"

"What are you explaining?" Fu Hao said.

"Lin Chen is your senior brother, an expert among experts, why didn't you say so?"

"That's Huang Ze, my senior brother doesn't speak, don't force yourself!" Xing Conglian's attitude was too tough, and Fu Hao was a little angry at being forced, so he yelled at him.

"What's wrong with Huang Ze, you were too scared to speak when you saw Huang Ze?"

"Huang Ze, that belongs to senior brother!"

Fu Hao was about to say something, but when he saw Xing Conglian's eyes flickering, he suddenly understood that Xing Conglian was just saying: "Old Xing, you have learned badly!"

Fu Hao was so angry that his teeth itch.

"Tell me quickly, what's wrong with Huang Ze and Lin Chen? Get out this door."

It is indeed more troublesome for men to gossip than women, because they are very persistent and resourceful.

Fu Hao looked at the traffic lights changing colors, felt the speed of the car slowly increasing, and heaved a long sigh: "Have you heard of 'Zhou Wu Chen Huang'?"

"Which novel is it from?" Xing Conglian asked casually.

Fu Hao looked at Xing Conglian with the eyes of an alien, only to feel that the inscrutable atmosphere he had just created was gone.

"Old Xing, why are you so out of touch with the world..." Fu Hao was very helpless, and his tone suddenly calmed down, "But even if you live outside the world, you must know that there are still some big families in this world, and they are rich , Having money means being powerful, it is difficult for ordinary people to get in touch with these people, but once in contact, they must be cautious, this is not a novel, this is a reality that is even more bizarre than fiction."

"What do you mean?"

"Northern and Northern Family, Zhou Wu, Chen Huang." Fu Hao looked ahead, opened his mouth softly, and said eight words.

The sound of the rain outside the car was a little loud, and the sound of the engine inside the car was also a little loud. Fu Hao didn't speak, and Xing Conglian didn't speak either.

After a long time, the bearded man parked the car on the side of the road and put on the handbrake: "Oh, then what?"

His tone was very light, so light that he didn't care, that is, he didn't care.

Fu Hao was suddenly speechless, he thought his words were serious enough to alert people, but Xing Cong didn't even seem to take a word to heart.

"Can you be serious, these four families are involved in many industries, and they are very rich, okay?"

"They have money, but they don't spend it for me. What does it have to do with me?"

"Then what is it about you?"

"Zhou Wu... What Huang, how did Lin Chen offend them? It has something to do with me."

Fu Hao thought to himself, that is also my senior brother's business, and it has nothing to do with you.

"This, I can't say." He thought for a while, then shook his head.

"Why can't you tell?"

The school gate of Shishi Primary School was within easy reach, and the strong wind blew down the branches all over the ground, and there was a bleak scene in front of my eyes.

Looking at such a scene, one's mood will also be very low.

"Because, it cannot be said that someone issued a gag order."

"You are really boring."

Xing Conglian took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, put it in his mouth, and then prepared to open the door and get out of the car.

As soon as he stepped out of the car with one leg, he heard the person behind him asking a question.

"Old Xing, do you think that all human beings are created equal? ​​Is everyone's life the same?"

"Is not it?"

"Then the thief's life is worth as much as the life of a family member, your life and Feng Peilin's life?"

In this world, there are many questions that are difficult to answer, and there are many people that are speechless.

In the police office, there were only two people left.

The policewoman who originally wanted to stay and tidy up was kicked out of the room by the Airborne Inspector before she had time to lift up a chair.

Lin Chen felt that someone handed him a glass of water. The water temperature was very suitable, about 40 degrees.

Huang Ze is the only one who has to accurately measure the temperature to single digits even when drinking a glass of water.

Knowing that it was Huang Ze, he withdrew his finger on the paper cup, and then the cup of just the right amount of warm water fell to the ground. The water gradually spread everywhere, and some even splashed onto Inspector Huang's straight trousers.

Along with the flowing water, Huang Ze also laughed: "You are sick."

Lin Chen felt a little dizzy from the fever, and felt that someone was patting his forehead with the back of a cold hand, and then a slightly smiling voice sounded: "High fever, 39.5 degrees."

He smiled ambiguously, and his movements were very intimate. He was completely different from the cold-faced inspector just now, with a gentle expression on his entire face, except for those slender phoenix eyes, which were cold enough to drip water and freeze.

"Huang Ze, you're so boring." Lin Chen didn't open Huang Ze's hand, it would be too pretentious and contrived, he turned his head slightly and closed his eyes.

Huang Ze squatted down in front of him, put his hands on the handles, and almost circled him up, and then asked him, "How have you been doing these past three years?"

"If I had a good life, you would have cleaned me up with your own hands. How could you be so at ease?"

"I love you very much." Huang Ze said, and leaned forward again, because the distance was too close, Lin Chen could almost feel his cold breath.

Inside the car, at the school gate.

The wind seemed to carry the salty and humid atmosphere of the ocean. Fu Hao took a deep breath, and facing Xing Conglian's back, he said slowly: "For example, let's say, there are 20 children who were left behind for some reason. Playing alone on the railroad track, 4 of them are children from rich families. They are very smart and elite in the industry. They advise other children that although this place looks deserted, there may be trains on this railroad track where we are. After passing by, we should go to another railway track next to it, which is the abandoned railway track, which will be safer. However, the remaining 16 children, for some reason, did not follow the advice. So, 4 smart children walked alone On the abandoned track. Of course, the train is coming. If you have the opportunity to stand next to the switch of the track at this time, you can choose to make the train turn to the abandoned track and sacrifice 4 of them to save more children; , if you don’t do this, more children will die.” Fu Hao looked at Xing Conglian’s back and smiled with difficulty: “Excuse me, if you encounter such a thing, what would you do? ?”

Xing Conglian's hair was wet from the rain, and the half of his body when he leaned out of the car door was also soaked. He maintained this posture, like a stone sculpture, as if he had been thinking for a long time.

In the end, I took out the lighter and clicked it twice, but it didn't light.

"I have no way to answer this question." With a puff, the flame finally came out. He put the lighter close to the cigarette and lit it for a long time before he lit the cigarette. He took a puff of the cigarette and said, "But I will definitely admire that Someone who can make a choice."

While waiting for the answer, Huang Ze wanted to look at Lin Chen's chapped and chapped lips due to the high fever, he thought, if Lin Chen answered yes, then he would pour him another glass of water and force him to drink it.

"In this world, not all questions have answers." Lin Chen stared into his eyes, but his tone softened: "Not all answers can be distinguished by right or wrong."

Huang Ze stood up abruptly. If he wasn't still in the criminal police team with tight surveillance around him, he would definitely have strangled Lin Chen's neck.

Xing Conglian is very smart, of course he knows that the story Fu Hao told is not purely hypothetical, similar stories may have actually happened.

Because it is true, it is heavy.

All questions that torture human nature are naturally heavy.

……

Because of the suspension of classes, there are no students in Shishi Primary School, and very few teachers go to work.

The class bell rang as usual, Xing Conglian extinguished his cigarette, and followed the school security to Feng Peilin's office.

The big office was empty, Xing Conglian glanced over, and recognized Feng Peilin's desk at a glance from the desks piled up with textbooks and supplementary books.

Because among all the desks, there is only one very clean, light brown tabletop, with nothing on it except a book.

Xing Conglian put on his gloves, walked to the window, and picked up the book.

Open the cover, there is a sentence written on the title page:

"He who has not passed through the purgatory of passion has never overcome passion - Jung"

The handwriting was elegant, the strokes were delicate, and the writer was very serious, but Xing Conglian felt ridiculed from this seriousness.

Even without Lin Chen present, he could imagine the posture of the writer sitting by the window, with the corner of his mouth slightly raised, writing this line.

With a blank expression on his face, he began to turn the pages of the book. At this moment, a letter suddenly fell out of the book.

The envelope is white and spotlessly clean.

The letter was not sealed, so he turned the envelope upside down, shook it slightly, and a handful of fine white sand fluttered down, but there was nothing else.

If it is said, the words on the title page represent sarcasm.

Then the envelope filled with white sand is a naked provocation.

The security guard brought a female teacher with a ponytail to Xing Conglian's side, and said cautiously: "Captain Xing, this is Teacher Xu, who works in the same office as Teacher Feng."

"Oh, good." Xing Conglian handed the book and the envelope to Fu Hao, and sat down with the female teacher.

"I would like to ask you a few questions about Teacher Feng."

The female teacher frowned and pursed her lips, feeling a little nervous.

"Mr. Feng, how does he treat the students?"

"He is very good to the students. As a Chinese teacher, he is personable and talented. The students all like him."

"What is Mr. Feng's family situation, do you know?"

"Teacher Feng is not married yet, but it is because of this that she is more popular with female students."

"Then Mr. Feng's words and deeds, is there anything about him that makes you feel that something is wrong?" Xing Conglian asked.

"What's strange..." The female professor frowned, as if thinking of something: "Teacher Feng calls her mother every day, and she has to set a fixed time. Sometimes he is in class, and when the time comes, he will run away." Go down the corridor and call Mom."

The son is around 35-40 and the mother is around 65.The mother disciplined her son severely.

Xing Conglian suddenly remembered Lin Chen's reasoning, and couldn't help but look at Fu Hao.

"And what else?" he continued.

"Also..." The female teacher rubbed her nose and said, "Sometimes Teacher Feng doesn't pay much attention to others, so he likes to sit by the window and be alone in a daze."

"Sit like this?"

Xing Conglian moved his chair to the side, sat down at Feng Peilin's desk, and looked out the window.

Then, he was stunned.

Seeing Xing Conglian petrified in front of the window, without speaking for a long time, Fu Hao couldn't help pushing him: "What's the matter, old Xing?"

"Feng Peilin, you are looking at Lin Chen..."

Xing Conglian pulled Fu Hao to a position at eye level with him, and said so.

The author has something to say: Although the setting of the aristocratic family will be explained later, let’s talk about it here.

If I could, of course I would like to write about the kidnapping of the children of high-ranking officials, but in order to avoid the possible risk of locking the text, I used the setting of the family and made a semi-overhead treatment.