Criminal Psychology

On TV, a reporter is interviewing a resident.

It was a gray-haired old lady wearing a red armband. The old lady was very excited and said to the reporter: "Oh, I just watched TV yesterday. Aren't you all calling for that big star? Let me look at me I just thought, what kind of sound you are talking about, I am very familiar! I think I have seen it somewhere, and I will think about it. Guess what happened afterwards. Before I go to bed, the old man explained to me that I will eat it in the morning When something happened, I suddenly knew where I had seen the big star you were looking for."

After the old man finished speaking, he started to walk, and the reporter asked her questions one after another.

The camera followed the footsteps of the old man, sweeping across a piece of white walls and black tiles. The camera showed blue bricks and stone bridges, and a small emerald green river beside the road. Every brick and tile that appeared on TV made Lin Chen feel familiar.

Like Wang Chao, he turned his head blankly and looked at Xing Conglian, speechless for a long time.

Because the alley that the old man is walking through is called Yanjiaxiang, and he walks through it every day.

Song Shengsheng has been living very close to them?

How is this possible...

The old lady walked along the river for a while, turned left, and entered another alley. Finally, he stopped at the entrance of a crowded pancake and fried dough stick shop.

The camera moved to the signboard of this breakfast shop, and Lin Chen was so shocked that he almost lost his breath. He clearly remembered that he and Xing Conglian had been to this shop the morning before yesterday, the day the accident happened in Ansheng International Mall.

They sat opposite each other and ate a breakfast in the shop that smelled of oily smoke.

The cameraman took pictures of the steaming fried dough sticks and snow-white soy milk, and finally pointed the camera at the shop owner.

There were so many people around the door of my house, and some people were holding microphones and cameras. The boss was very surprised and surprised: "What's the matter? This is, my old Chen's fried dough sticks have finally become famous?"

"Boss Chen, what about that little kneader in your family, who has been in the back kitchen and can't come out?" the old lady asked mysteriously.

As soon as the old lady said this, Lin Chen almost bit him, and he finally remembered why he thought Song Shengsheng looked familiar.

He should have seen Song Shengsheng, the old lady was right, it was the back kitchen of the bakery, where there was a kneading worker who never spoke.

Sometimes, the boss Chen didn’t have enough dough and he was too busy to get away, so he would shout, and someone would come out from the back kitchen, and that person would put down the dough, then walk back into the kitchen with his head down...

The face of the kneading worker gradually overlapped with the pictures of Song Shengsheng after he was released from prison.

Lin Chen thought, in that bustling shop, he must have passed by Song Shengsheng once or twice, maybe Song Shengsheng glanced at him, maybe he glanced at Song Shengsheng, why didn't he remember earlier What about this?

However, is that really Song Shengsheng?

Without rivets all over his body, without unique silver hair, the face of the kneader was dull and his skin was dry and cracked. He was like the busiest laborers at the bottom of the city, except that he was older than those people. From head to toe, there is no trace of what it used to be.

Lin Chen had really envisioned many ways Song Shengsheng would look like now, and he even preferred Song Shengsheng to become a crazy executioner like Li Jingtian's revenge as he feared, and he didn't want Song Shengsheng to become like this, ordinary, shy, and useless angry……

Will the once proud soul really become humble and crooked after being cast into hell?

Lin Chen covered his face with his hands, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

He felt his shoulders sink, and Xing Conglian put his hands on his shoulders at some point, he raised his head, and Xing Conglian pressed his shoulders, as if to relieve him.

Xing Conglian looked at him, but said to Wang Chao: "Wang Chao, find out Boss Chen's phone number immediately."

The young man was naked from the upper body, nodded, rushed to the desk and opened the laptop: "Brother Chen, do you know Boss Chen's full name?"

"I don't know." Lin Chen pondered for a moment and said, "This bakery must have been registered with the Industrial and Commercial Bureau and the Health Bureau. You can check."

During the live TV broadcast, the boss Ma Liu took the banknotes, and when he was looking for change, he thought about answering the old lady's question just now: "You said him, let's go."

"What, he left?" The reporter raised his voice and asked, "Are you sure, when did you leave?"

"It's gone. I left after get off work yesterday. What's the matter? This is a TV show about missing people?" The boss wiped his hands on the apron, so he didn't know why he asked.

"Old Chen, you didn't read the news yesterday, it's a big deal!" The old lady shouted at the top of her voice, with a look of hatred for iron.

"My little grandson watches the bears all day long on my TV. What kind of news can I watch?" The boss lowered his head and continued to roll out the noodles.

The old lady patted the boss's arm again: "That's Song Shengsheng!! Once the most famous big star, did you check the ID card when you hired someone, is he called by that name, is it Song Shengsheng?"

Boss Chen burst out laughing: "What big star, how could our Aguan be a star? It's not like you haven't seen Aguan..."

Hearing what the boss said, the reporter was a little disappointed: "Isn't it true, his name is Aguan? But why did he leave yesterday after get off work? Do you know the details?"

"Tsk." The boss stopped suddenly and looked at the reporter with some doubts, "He said his name is Aguan, but speaking of it...he really left in a hurry yesterday, and I said he didn't want to pay him. , Later I chased him out, and he actually got into a big Benz..."

Hearing this, the reporter's eyes lit up again, and he became excited again: "Have you really checked his ID card, is he really Song Shengsheng?"

Boss Chen smacked his mouth and waved his hand: "Our small shop is so troublesome, just be honest and willing to work. He has been working here for three months. He is very honest and responsible. He is not like those on TV. Looks like a star."

"In other words, you don't know who he is?"

"Of course I know, he is Aguan!"

The reporter then turned around and said excitedly to the live camera: "Dear viewers, Mr. Song Shengsheng's whereabouts are becoming more and more confusing. Is the wage earner in the bakery the former singer king? track."

The boss looked confused, he scratched his face, then leaned into the camera, and suddenly said: "Oh, by the way, the person who drove the big car left me a phone number, do you want it?"

"Yes! Thank you!" The reporter almost lost his composure in front of the TV because of the upcoming exclusive.

At the same time, Wang Chao shouted in front of the computer: "Boss, I found it!"

"Call." Xing Conglian said word by word.

Chao Chao hurriedly dialed the phone. During the live news, the boss was strangely taking out a note from his trousers pocket, and then the bell rang. He first handed the note to the reporter, and then answered the phone.

"Hi Boss Chen, I am the captain of the Hongjing Police Force, and my name is Xing Conglian. Please take back the note and don't disclose anything to the reporter. Our colleagues will pick you up to the police station to report what happened later. Don't worry, it's just a routine inquiry."

In the picture, the reporter has opened the note.

Hearing this, Boss Chen quickly reached out and snatched the note back. Like an absurd comedy, he said carelessly to Xing Conglian in front of the camera: "Captain Xing, I snatched the paper back. Don't worry, I'm the only one except the police." Neither!"

"Thank you, and please send me the phone number on the paper as soon as possible."

After Xing Conglian finished speaking, he hung up the phone, and also took out a piece of paper from his pocket. There was a circle of soup bowl marks on the paper, which was the wanted warrant that he put under the bowl earlier.He slowly opened the arrest warrant, and the Mr. Mei Mei with a strange name was smiling at them in the painting.

Lin Chen frowned. Someone picked up Song Shengsheng in a Mercedes-Benz. Who was that person? It must not be that frightening Mr. Meijing.

Xing Conglian turned to look at him and asked: You don't worry about the same thing as me, do you? "

Lin Chen could only nod his head.

……

Song Shengsheng is working at the bakery where they occasionally go to have breakfast. This is almost an incredible coincidence, but if it is not a coincidence, then this matter has already begun to approach the scope of a thriller, and Lin Chen even dare not do anything about it. speculate.

They cleaned up quickly. Xing Conglian and Wang Chao stuffed everything into their backpacks at a speed of marching and fighting. During the cleaning, Xing Conglian's phone was never disconnected, and he kept making arrangements for Hongjing's colleagues. The task is to first send someone to Yanjiaxiang to pick up Boss Chen, and then say to the colleague on the other end of the phone: "Take someone from the forensic department to the bakery to see if there is any fingerprint left by that Aguan, and scan it for inspection." .Also, I have a photo here, when you see Boss Chen, ask someone to identify him and see if it is the person who picked up Song Shengsheng."

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone again, took a photo of the arrest warrant, and passed it on.

After all this was done, Xing Conglian's mobile phone text message rang. He clicked on the message, and the phone number consisting of 13 digits was sent by the previous owner of the bakery.

"Consultant Lin thinks, should we make this call right now?" Xing Conglian asked him, looking at the number.

Lin Chen fell into deep thought, this is really a difficult question to judge, so even Xing Conglian hesitated.

Judging from the action of the other party leaving a phone call, the other party obviously hopes that they can contact him, and this shows from another aspect that although the other party may have picked up Song Shengsheng, they are not afraid that they will know about it, and Song Shengsheng also voluntarily told the other party. Let's go, this shouldn't be kidnapping, so why is all this?

"Consultant Lin."

Xing Conglian called him again.

Lin Chen thought for a while, and said: "Anyway, that reporter has seen the phone number, and he might already be calling there right now, so let's wait and see."

Xing Conglian nodded, as if agreeing with his judgment.

Soon they boarded Xing Conglian's jeep again and hurried to Hongjing.

Lin Chen sat in the back seat with Wang Chao, and he couldn't care less about the cute little pink strawberry T-shirt that the young man was wearing.

The vehicle started, Wang Chao put his hands on the keyboard, but he didn't know what to do for a while.

"Brother Chen, I... what do I want to check?"

Lin Chen pinched the bridge of his nose and said to Wang Chao: "Let's look at the situation on the Internet first, and then search the surrounding surveillance to see if we can be sure that Aguan from the bakery is the Song Shengsheng we are looking for?"

Xing Conglian tuned the car radio channel to Hongjing Broadcasting, and the host's magnetic and gentle voice flowed out. He said with some excitement: "The news about Song Shengsheng, the former singer king, has touched the hearts of hundreds of millions of our fans. Just now, our Hongjing The host of Jing TV has dialed the number of the mysterious gentleman who took away Song Shengsheng, and our director has already cut an audio message, let us hold our breath and wait quietly."

The host said this almost in a recitative tone. He was full of reverence when he uttered the three words Song Shengsheng. It is always the nature of media people to follow the red top and white, and praise the high and step down.

The call waiting tone sounded again and again.

The phone was finally connected, and everyone's hearts rose to their throats.

A very calm and humble voice came out of the car stereo, and he said, "Hi, hello."