Criminal Psychology

【One】

The phone hangs up suddenly.

Lin Chen couldn't help rubbing his eyebrows again.

Xing Conglian kept driving ahead, and didn't say anything more to comfort him.

Because the carriage is relatively quiet, and Wang Chao is sitting next to him, the young man should have heard what Song Shengsheng's former manager said just now, and looked at him full of resentment: "Damn, Brother Chen, I finally know today. What does it mean to be a donkey with good intentions? How could Song Shengsheng's manager do this? Although there is nothing wrong with what he said, I really think he is worse than Liu Ying, and I want to hit someone."

Lin Chen calmed down, rubbed the young man's head, and asked, "Where is Aino's address?"

"Eh...he's in Fengchun, I think Song Shengsheng will probably be back in Fengchun too."

"What do you mean?" Xing Conglian asked in front of him.

"Aino is from Fengchun, his company is also in Fengchun, and his car also has a Fengchun license plate."

"They said they would go to the Fengchun police to report what happened." Lin Chen said to Xing Conglian.

"That is to say, they told us not to interfere any more?" Xing Conglian accurately grasped the crux of the matter.

Lin Chen nodded.

"He told us not to intervene, should we agree?"

These words sounded very familiar, Lin Chen couldn't help rubbing the center of his brows again.

Xing Conglian said disapprovingly, "At least we have to confirm that Song Shengsheng is indeed safe and that his personal freedom is not restricted."

"Then are we going to Fengchun again now?" Wang Chao couldn't help crying.

"Not for the time being." Xing Conglian drove the car into the ramp in the direction of Hongjing, "We still have some things to go back to deal with." He thought for a while, and then said, "You and your brother Ah Chen, look at the Internet first. form."

Wang Chao opened the software according to his words, and naturally began to summarize the current public opinion index. While doing so, he asked: "But why do I need to sort out the online form now..."

"Xiao Wang Xiansen." Xing Conglian said lightly.

"what?"

"Brains are a good thing, I hope you have them."

"What's wrong with me?"

Lin Chen had no choice but to explain to the young man: "No matter what, we still have to be careful before things become clear. Internet public opinion can help us deduce the direction of events, and sometimes it is difficult for you to know whether something you occasionally noticed one day will be Suddenly save the world." Lin Chen patted the boy on the shoulder and said, "At least don't be as careless as me."

Wang Chao opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he probably felt that words were not very useful, so he lowered his head and began to work quickly.

In the end, a public opinion data analysis chart similar to that at the time of Li Jingtian's incident appeared in front of Lin Chen.

Wang Chao said: "Ah Chen, at least this detonation must be a nuclear bomb!"

Although Lin Chen knew very well how influential Song Shengsheng's incident would be after the live TV broadcast, he was still shocked by the exploding nebula map of public opinion in front of him.

The comments and forwarding of related events on the Internet have grown to a very crazy level. Lin Chen patiently read through it and found that all the comments on the Internet can be roughly divided into several categories.

A group of people are accusing the police of being unfavorable. They focus on the Fengchun police officer who handled the case in the past. They strongly demand that the police who handled the case at that time be strictly investigated.

The other group demanded that Li Jingtian be severely punished. Under the relentless attack of online public opinion, Li Jingtian, a former superstar, has now become a street mouse that everyone shouts and beats, and Li Jingtian's once arrogant fans are all Silent, none of them dared to speak for their former idols.

The last group of people is probably the fans who do not participate in the melee between the two sides and only care about Song Shengsheng silently.

Those fans who have been dormant have sprung up like mushrooms after a spring rain. Many of them have written many articles, with nostalgia and sacrifices. They hope that the person they once liked very much will be well no matter what, and they also hope that one day they can see Song Shengsheng again. appear on stage.

Looking at the chaotic scuffle on the Internet, Lin Chen only felt that there seemed to be nothing wrong with it, because he really couldn't see any clues from it.

……

in residential areas.

In order to track Song Shengsheng's recent situation, Mu Wenhua has turned on the TV at home for two consecutive days.

After her husband went to work today, she sat with her little daughter on the crawling mat in the living room, but she didn't have much thought of playing with her daughter. She knew that this situation was very wrong, but she couldn't control not watching TV news at all.

When those reporters went to the bakery, when they called Mr. Aino, she was also in front of the TV, and her heart gradually changed from excitement to irritability and even depression. Yes, what Mr. Aino said was right. The reporters were looking at Shengsheng with the intention of watching gossip. They were completely different from her.

She stood up from the crawling mat, moved the laptop, and opened Song Shengsheng's personal website that she used to go to every day - "Bewithyou".

Once upon a time, after Song Shengsheng was imprisoned, she never dared to come here to see anything about Song Shengsheng's current situation, but yesterday, she found out the long-lost account and logged on to this website. In the member online column , she saw her friends who used to chase stars with her in the past, looking at the heads of each one that lit up, Mu Wenhua gradually became happy.

She really didn't know how many years she hadn't seen so many people appear on Shengsheng's forum, the mouse scrolled, and the replies flowed down like a stream. Among those old and new people, there were many people asking for Shengsheng In the old files of the concert, the elders who have been guarding the forum have worked tirelessly to upload various interview videos that they thought would never see the light of day.

Seeing all this, Mu Wenhua's restlessness suddenly calmed down, Mu Wenhua thought, the biggest difference between their fans and those onlookers is that they really love Song Shengsheng that's all.

Suddenly, a post caught her attention, because that post had been refined by the moderator, Piaohong.

The theme of the post is - "They Can't Compensate, We Will Accompany".

At Mu Wenhua's age, posts with similar titles seemed to be numb due to affection, but she still clicked in.

After looking at the main building, she roughly understood what the main building meant, and then she was a little moved.

Because of yesterday's shocking reversal, the Internet is full of complaints against media reporters, the police, and investigators at the time. Many people are saying that those people ruined Shengsheng's life that should have been brilliant. His life is now Who can afford it?

The post she saw now was mainly written for similar remarks.

The landlord wrote a lot in the post.

He said: "Actually, like everyone else, I am also concerned about where Shengsheng is now and how he is doing, but I think that as fans, the difference between us and those ordinary people who care about the 'Song Shengsheng Incident' should be that , we must restrain our inner curiosity to find out. Although we really want to see him and want to know how he is, we can't affect his current life. We have to give him breathing space and a chance to recover. Maybe he is now He is recovering very well and is about to surprise us, maybe he is hurting so badly now that he doesn’t want to see us again, but no matter what, we agreed to protect him for the rest of his life, and those things they can’t afford must be accompanied by us. Give it back to him."

He also said: "Similarly, we can't criticize and abuse others like Li Jingtian's fans. Yes, it is the police who put Sheng Sheng in prison, but it is also the police who exposed the truth. We can only trust The police can give him justice. In the past, Shengsheng would rather bear it himself than hurt us, so we have to be a good person for him..."

For some reason, Mu Wenhua watched with tears in her eyes, yes, to love someone is to become a better person for him.

The landlord said at the end.

"Although it may be too selfish to say this, I still hope that one day Shengsheng can overcome the pain and return to the stage. I hope that he can turn back into that proud 18-year-old boy. I hope this day will come soon."

Just when Mu Wenhua was feeling sad and happy, Lin Chen also saw this post.

Of course, he saw this post not on Song Shengsheng's personal website "Bewithyou", but on Weibo.

Just now when he and Wang Chao were observing the public opinion on the Internet, a new nebula was forming rapidly. Wang Chao quickly opened this initial Weibo, just when they thought something big was going to happen, they saw this partial and sincere long text.

Amidst countless accusations, insults, and quarrels, this long article seemed to pass by like a clear stream, it was so peaceful and sincere, although people always quarreled over such and such things and seemed too violent, but When there are truly neutral and peaceful speeches, people are still willing to listen.

This microblog was retweeted more than a thousand times in a very short period of time, and people spontaneously brought up topics such as #accompany you comeback#, #waiting声声#.

Song Shengsheng's long but leaderless fans seem to have found their backbone. This simple long Weibo is like a clear spring rushing through the mud, allowing a clearly visible train of thought to appear in front of all fans.

Many people abandoned the melee and began to repost this long article.

Dynasty closes the computer.

Lin Chen looked away, and there were still long reeds outside the window that seemed to have never changed.

He thought, no matter how cruel the story is, there will be a day when everything will be fine, and he shouldn't worry any more.

【two】

As if to show him that things aren't always as bad as he thinks they are.

When they returned to the police force, they encountered an unprecedented welcome.

Lin Chen always felt that the news of their return to Hongjing didn't seem to inform too many people, but when he opened the office door, he saw a huge group of people waiting for them inside, and few even went downstairs. The old bureau chief also deigned to walk down from the second floor.

There was no sound in the office. Looking at those serious faces, Lin Chen wondered if they were going to be fired from office.

He glanced at the director tentatively. The old director walked out behind the people with a stern face, holding a teacup in his hand. The police officers in front all separated to the two sides. Even a foot.

"Your boss is so old that you almost sent him to the hospital with a heart attack!" the old director roared.

Xing Conglian staggered, his face full of grievances: "Ju Wu... the situation is compelling..."

"Forcing you." The old director shook his hand vigorously again as if he wanted to slap Xing Conglian's shoulder, but the direction of the hand was abruptly shifted from the back of Xing Conglian's head to his shoulder in mid-air, and the old director patted Xing Conglian vigorously. From Lian's shoulder, the tea in the other hand didn't spill half of it.

He said: "Xing Conglian, you really did a good job this time!"

Xing Cong was stunned, as if he didn't expect that the reprimand would turn into praise halfway, he was at a loss.

"How are you, old man?" Xing Conglian asked tentatively.

But before he finished speaking, a very light applause rang out, and then everyone in the office began to applaud. The applause was neither loud nor enthusiastic, but each applauded face was so serious and solemn .

Standing beside Xing Conglian, Lin Chen was patted on the shoulders or on the back by those hands stretching out from all directions. Most of them just patted them, and didn't say much congratulations or appreciation, because there was no congratulations on this matter. , and only someone with the status of the old bureau chief can say "well done" to them.

Lin Chen felt that he should have some emotion, but at that moment, he suddenly no longer regretted the choices he had made.

That's enough, it's enough.

As if the wind had passed without a trace, something similar to what could be called a welcome meeting lasted only for a very short time. After the old director left, Xing Conglian dispersed the people, and he directly asked his subordinate who had previously taken in Song Shengsheng's part-time job. Where is the shop?

Comrade Zhang Xiaolong's face was flushed red, after all, as a police officer who had investigated Li Jingtian's case, she should have enjoyed the moment just now.

Lin Chen patted the policewoman on the shoulder and said "hard work".

The policewoman's face turned even redder: "Consultant Lin of the Criminal Team, Boss Chen is waiting in the waiting room." She said as she led the way, "Oh, by the way, Boss Chen said he didn't know the one you gave him. That person, that person is not the bus driver who drove Song Shengsheng away."

The policewoman stopped in front of the door, and suddenly turned her head and asked softly, "Who is that person in the photo?"

Xing Conglian glanced at her, but did not answer the question.

The bakery owner in the office has been waiting for a long time.

Seeing them, the owner of the bakery immediately got up: "Oh, Mr. Police Officer, you don't know. I have received countless calls to interview me since I finished filming the video with the TV station in front of our shop!"

Lin Chen didn't respond, but sat down directly opposite the boss.

The boss glanced at him and was suddenly surprised: "Mr. police officer, have we met before?"

"Uncle Chen, I often go to your restaurant for breakfast." Lin Chen said.

"Oh, yes, you come here often." The owner of the bakery was completely relaxed when he saw someone he knew, "I heard some news on the way here, so our Aguan is really the big star Song Shengsheng ?”

"It should be right." Lin Chen replied.

"Oh, then do you think I should ask Aguan for an autograph and hang it in our store? No, no, I need to take a photo! We want to take a group photo!" Uncle Chen said happily.

Seeing him so happy, Lin Chen was suddenly very relieved. This kind and simple shop owner might be the reason why Song Shengsheng chose to work there.

"You said earlier in the interview that Song Shengsheng worked in your shop three months ago?"

"Yes, I remember it clearly. It happened to be my old lady's birthday that day."

"So, can I ask the specifics of what happened at that time?"

"There is no specific process. I just posted a recruitment notice. The young man came and said that he wanted to work, but he had no experience. He asked me if he could do it. I saw that Zhou Zheng was honest and let him stay."

Although the employment of ordinary small shops is so casual, Lin Chen thought about it and asked: "May I ask, did you really not check his ID card at that time?"

"Oh... I remembered. He said that he came to Hongjing to work and his wallet was stolen at the train station. I didn't look at his ID card. Otherwise, I still have this security awareness..."

Uncle Chen took a sip of tea.

Lin Chen and Xing Conglian looked at each other, and finally asked a question: "Are you sure he came here by himself and is really free?"

Uncle Chen didn't seem to understand this sentence for a moment, he was stunned for a moment, and then asked: "Freedom, of course Ah Guan is free, he has no home or job, and sleeps in the store as soon as the store closes at night. , basically don’t go out, my old man is very envious.”

"But...is there any place to sleep in your store?" Lin Chen asked again.

"Oh, there is a small bed in the back kitchen, so I will live in it. He still looks after the shop."

Lin Chen nodded, and wanted to ask more questions, but there was another knock on the small office door.

Xing Conglian went to the door and opened it. Outside the door was Zhang Xiaolong's excited face: "Xing Lian! Song Shengsheng came out!"

Lin Chen didn't care to ask Uncle Chen any more, he rushed directly to the TV in the police lounge with Xing Conglian and the two of them.

Many people gathered in front of the TV, and several colleagues made room for them. Lin Chen looked at the TV screen and found that it was the entrance of the Fengchun City Police Station.

Outside the black iron gate of the Fengchun police station, there were a lot of onlookers, and all the media reporters who were supposed to go were present. Lin Chen was sure that he and Xing Conglian had not revealed to anyone that Xiangye would bring Song Shengsheng to the Fengchun police station. If there is no news about the incident reported by the Bureau, then the media who heard the news can only respond to the call of Mr. Aino himself.

The cameraman moved the lens to the gate, a black Mercedes-Benz stopped at the gate of the police station, and the driver stopped and opened the door.

Lin Chen finally saw the polite gentleman on the phone.

He was wearing a fitted gray shirt, a navy blue striped tie, and the cuffs were pinned up with sterling silver cuffs. After getting out of the car, he went straight to the back door, bending over to pull them.

In the TV screen, Aino showed the attitude that the social elite should have everywhere. The most important thing is that Aino is really not a beauty.

But Lin Chen didn't have the time to observe Aino, his eyes were completely focused on the man who came down from the back door.

The cloud-like flash lights up instantly, and for the first few seconds, Lin Chen couldn't see the figure of the man getting off the car at all, but Aino used his hands to block the surrounding reporters, almost covering the man's body Be strict.

Afterwards, the officers of the Fengchun Police Station immediately went out to drive away the reporter, and the area around Aino and the man was free, and then Lin Chen saw the appearance of the man clearly.

Even though he was wearing a mask, his eyes were drooping, and he no longer had the iconic earrings and nose rings, but it was Song Shengsheng, and that was indeed Song Shengsheng who seemed to be alive and free.