Criminal Psychology

【One】

According to Aino, the reason why Song Shengsheng worked in Chenji Bakery at that time was precisely because the doctor who gave him psychotherapy suggested that he try to contact the society for restorative treatment.But now that Song Shengsheng has chosen to commit suicide, even if Xing Conglian is not proficient in psychology, he still feels that the level of the psychiatrist must be very problematic.

And what a prophecy is probably saying is what he said.

Even before the police finished the on-site inspection, the police officers who had just come upstairs whispered that many people came downstairs, the first of which was of course the reporters who came to inquire, and many fans of Song Shengsheng also arrived. A psychiatrist is said to have also arrived.

They didn't even need to go downstairs to turn on the TV, and the live broadcast at the entrance of Baolihao Hotel in Yongchuan came into their eyes.

Compared with when they came, the number of vehicles downstairs has grown exponentially, and all kinds of lights are shining, turning dawn into day.

Xing Conglian looked at Lin Chen with some concern, but Lin Chen just watched with a cold face and arms folded, without saying a word.

"Breaking news!" The female reporter stood in front of a police car with a serious expression, "The reporter of this station just got the news that Song Shengsheng, a famous singer who was unjustly imprisoned for eight years and was tortured in the previous stage, was behind me in the Baolihao Hotel in Yongchuan. Died by suicide, next, we will interview Mr. Song Shengsheng's agent, Mr. Aino, the current general manager of Yasheng Performing Arts Company."

As the reporter's camera shifted, Aino's figure appeared in the live broadcast.

"Mr. Aino, did Shengsheng really commit suicide?"

Aino looked sad, his suit was full of wrinkles, covered his mouth and nose with his hands, and nodded dejectedly at the camera.

"How is this possible? Isn't Mr. Song Shengsheng's fan meeting going to be held soon!" The reporter shouted, "Do you know the reason why Mr. Song Shengsheng chose to commit suicide before the fan meeting?"

Aino shook his head, as if unwilling to answer the question.

"Mr. Aino, the public and fans need your answer." The reporter said firmly.

"Because of some psychological reasons." Aino replied very reluctantly.

"Can you know what the psychological problem is?"

"It's depression."

At this moment, a peaceful voice sounded from behind Aino, and the cameraman hurriedly pointed the camera at the person coming.

It was a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses. His clothes were neat and meticulous, and he looked very scholarly.

"excuse me, you are?"

"I'm Song Shengsheng's psychiatrist, and my surname is Tan."

The reporter was a little excited, she didn't expect her question to be answered: "Hello, Doctor Tan, can you tell me about Mr. Song Shengsheng's condition in detail?"

"It's about the patient's privacy. I can't disclose the specifics, but I'm very sorry. He made this choice in the end."

"But isn't Shengsheng's fan meeting going to be held soon!"

"Yes, it has always been his wish to meet the fans again. Although he has been doing very difficult and difficult psychological struggles, he still has not overcome his mental illness. I regret this."

"But didn't Mr. Aino say before that Shengsheng has reconnected with society under your guidance. He has recovered well and can even hold fan meetings. How could he suddenly be unable to overcome depression?"

"The reasons for this are very complicated, but Mr. Aino has always hoped that the sound will be kept away from the disturbance, but we have not done this, and I apologize."

Seeing the solemn and serious face of the psychiatrist on TV, Xing Conglian looked at the people around him again.Lin Chen still stood with his arms folded, rubbing his chin with his knuckles rarely, looking very irritable.

"Aino's fox tail is exposed." He said to Lin Chen, "And what do you mean, 'failure to keep the sound away from the disturbance'?"

He didn't know how this sentence hit Lin Chen. Before he finished speaking, Lin Chen ran out of the room and rushed to the elevator, and then desperately pressed the down button of the elevator. When Xing Conglian followed out, the elevator door just opened, and he could Kan squeezed into the elevator: "What do you want to do?" he asked.

"Defend yourself." As the floor descended rapidly, Lin Chen said, "A few days ago, Xiangye accused the media of being too concerned about Song Shengsheng's privacy, but now that Shengsheng is dead, he is really generous enough to call a psychiatrist." Analyzing Shengsheng's mental illness, it turns out that he really wanted to blame us for Shengsheng's death, what does that mean?"

"It proves that Xiangye has never been sincere to Song Shengsheng." He replied.

Lin Chen nodded, his gaze was so firm, although Xing Conglian thought that if it was Lin Chen, he must be blaming himself for not seeing Aino's impure motives earlier, but his gaze at that time seemed to say: I have to hold on. Go down, stay till the end.

The elevator descended quickly, and when they walked out of the elevator, the psychiatrist and Aino were answering reporters' questions about Song Shengsheng's condition.

I don't know what those two people said in front of the media reporters. When Lin Chen rushed out of the hotel lobby, he finally became the protagonist under the spotlight.

The flash came on.

"Mr. Lin Chen, what do you think of what Mr. Aino said?"

"Did you really keep harassing Mr. Song Shengsheng?"

"May I ask why you must meet a victim of sexual assault?"

"Do you regret live streaming?"

"Mr. Aino accused you of making his painful past public without Mr. Song Shengsheng's consent, so that he finally couldn't bear it and chose to commit suicide. What do you think of this matter?"

Xing Conglian wanted to step forward to stop it, but it was too late. Lin Chen had already been targeted by all the media cameras. Just when Xing Conglian thought that Lin Chen would refuse the interview, he said, "Come one by one."

"What did you say?" The reporters were stunned.

"I said I will answer your questions one by one." Lin Chen stood calmly in the focus of the media, "You asked me what I think about what Mr. Aino just said, although I was going downstairs just now and I don't know what he said What, but I can guess from your questions that Mr. Aino and Dr. Tan must have been explaining the reason for suicide, right?"

The reporter nodded.

"First of all, the police have not made any judgment on the cause of Mr. Song Shengsheng's death. Now, an agent and a psychologist have told you that he committed suicide. Do you think this seems normal?"

Xing Conglian could clearly see that Xiangye and the doctor's face darkened for a while. In terms of verbal battles, Lin Chenzhen had never lost to anyone.

"Secondly." Lin Chen turned to look at the psychiatrist, "I don't know where your qualifications come from, but anyone who has studied psychological counseling knows that protecting the privacy of patients is always the first priority. I've never seen a psychiatrist explaining his patient's psychological problems to the media with great fanfare after a patient's death."

"Are you guilty, Consultant Lin?" Aino suddenly asked, "Are you trying to gag us?"

"Not really." Hearing this, Lin Chen took half a step back, turned around and looked at Xiangye, showing a cold smile: "But I suddenly want to ask a question, did Song Shengsheng's death catch you by surprise, right? "

Aino was stunned for a moment, it was impossible for Lin Chen to escape the panic of being poked at the center for a short time, Lin Chen didn't even listen to his final answer, but said very clearly: "Thank you, I understand. "

Xing Cong turned back to the hotel together with Lin Chen.

In fact, Lin Chen's last question was hardly a meaningful one. Song Shengsheng committed suicide suddenly. As a manager, Aino was caught off guard, which is normal.

However, Xiangye's reaction still allowed them to delete one possibility: Xiangye did not force Song Shengsheng to commit suicide, Song Shengsheng died voluntarily.

After avoiding the camera, Lin Chen leaned against the door of the stairwell and said to him, "Light a cigarette, Xing Conglian."

Without asking why, Xing Conglian took out his cigarette case and lit a cigarette.

Lin Chen took a deep breath of the smoke in the air, but said in a very calm tone: "Look, now our conjecture has come true, and there is indeed something wrong with Aino. We can deduce the motive from his behavior. The reason why he is uncharacteristically looking for Come to a psychiatrist to explain the reason for Song Shengsheng’s suicide, and even want to put the blame on me, it looks like trying to cover up the real reason for Song Shengsheng’s suicide in front of the public, so what do you think the real reason will be?”

"No matter what the reason is, Xiangye imprisoned Song Shengsheng, making him unable to speak. Song Shengsheng chose to commit suicide in order to get rid of him."

Lin Chen lowered his head and nodded with great difficulty.

Xing Conglian thought for a while and said, "But there is still a problem with your speculation. Even if Xiangye imprisoned Song Shengsheng, Song Shengsheng has countless opportunities to ask for help. Why didn't he ask for help?"

"Yes, this problem actually happened back then. Song Shengsheng silently endured Li Jingtian's torture, even after being falsely accused by the other party, he didn't defend himself, let alone accuse the other party of rape. Why is that?"

"There are many dark scenes."

Xing Conglian said so.

"So, we have to start investigating this case again." Lin Chen said to him.

Thinking of the cruel and terrifying scars on Song Shengsheng's neck, Xing Conglian suddenly said, "I suddenly felt that the reason why he chose to cut his throat to die was because he was trying to guide us to find Li Jingtian?"

【two】

Lin Chen has always had an inexplicable feeling. Although Song Shengsheng never said a word to him, although Song Shengsheng always expressed that he didn't want to see him again, he always felt that Song Shengsheng didn't actually hate him, as if Song Shengsheng always wanted to tell him something.

If Xing Conglian guessed correctly, if Song Shengsheng really wanted him to find Li Jingtian, he would definitely do what he wanted.

The flight escorting Li Jingtian arrived at Hong Kong at 6:1 am on June 10.

The sky is soaring on the apron, and the waiting hall is crowded with people.

The news of Song Shengsheng's suicide was played in a loop on the big screen at the airport. Aino stood at the entrance of the Powerhouse Hotel, announcing to all the fans in pain that the fan meeting originally scheduled for 1:00 pm had to be cancelled.

Everyone around them looked up at the news, and many travelers were sighing.

But Lin Chen just stared in the direction of the exit. How much he hoped that Song Shengsheng could see Li Jingtian standing on the trial bench for trial, but unfortunately, Li Jingtian was still alive, but Song Shengsheng died.

Just because of this reason, he did not believe that Song Shengsheng would commit suicide due to depression on the day Li Jingtian was escorted to China.

You haven't returned to the stage, and you haven't had your revenge, even if you die, you should die after fulfilling your wish.

When the flight lands, the sign turns green.

From a long distance, Lin Chen saw Li Jingtian's inhuman face for the first time.

Li Jingtian, who has been in prison for more than ten days, is no longer the noble son of the past. He has a slightly bent back, no disguise on his face, no decent smile and humble expression before, and nothing on his face that can be called a human being. That look, that is completely an ugly body filled with malice from hell.

When he saw him, Li Jingtian smiled slightly, and he said: "Consultant Lin, so you care about me so much, and you came to pick me up on purpose, do you want to be fucked by me?"

Lin Chen waved his hand and punched him without hesitation, Li Jingtian caressed the corner of his mouth and laughed happily.

Xing Conglian greeted the guards escorting Li Jingtian, and they escorted him directly to the interrogation room at the airport.

The moment the door closed, Xing Conglian grabbed Li Jingtian by the neck with his backhand and pressed him on the table.

Xing Conglian's hands were extremely strong, Li Jingtian's face flushed red, but he still kept talking: "Captain Xing, are you jealous? Then you worked as Consultant Lin before, isn't he particularly energetic when he fights? He will Won't make bed, will give you blowjob, won't put legs around your waist like a bitch, please hurry up?"

Listening to Li Jingtian's words of provoking Xing Conglian, Lin Chen walked up to him, dragged a heavy iron chair, and sat down in front of him.

"Li Jingtian, Song Shengsheng is dead, he committed suicide."

He said this to Li Jingtian.

Before he finished speaking, Li Jingtian laughed: "Really, that's great, I'll go to hell to find him soon, let him run away faster."

If possible, Lin Chen would never want to have another word with Li Jingtian in his life, let alone let him tell Li Jingtian the news of Song Shengsheng's suicide.

This seemed to make him admit to a criminal like Li Jingtian himself: Yes, you won.

But sometimes, there are not so many truths in the world, and the so-called truths are just fabricated by people in search of beliefs.

Lin Chen asked: "Do you know why he committed suicide?"

"Are you asking me for advice, Consultant Lin?" Li Jingtian's eyes were excited, "Give me a blowjob once, and I'll tell you."

Xing Conglian's movements became more vigorous. Lin Chen glanced at him and motioned him not to kill him.

He crossed his legs, leaned on the back of the chair, and just looked at Li Jingtian coldly: "Okay, you don't need to use this kind of language to attract my attention, I'm all on you now."

"My pleasure."

"Actually, you still haven't learned to be smart. You can't control yourself. You are not surprised when I tell you the news of Song Shengsheng's suicide. Why?"

Li Jingtian didn't answer his question, but reached for the zipper of his pants.

"Antisocial personality disorder is not the same as exhibitionism. Don't lower your pervert style." He said, "Since you refuse to speak, we can only continue to play. It doesn't matter if you answer or not. Anyway, I It's always a 'guess' game."

Li Jingtian's face darkened.

"Okay, let's start from the beginning." Lin Chen didn't care about Li Jingtian's difficult position at all, he just stared at his eyes and said to himself, "You controlled Song Shengsheng, tortured and raped him repeatedly. Undeniable facts, you don't need to say you didn't do it, what I want to know is, how on earth did you do it?"

Li Jingtian laughed triumphantly: "He loves me!"

"We all know it's impossible. The Stockholm thing didn't happen to him. If he loves you, why did he choose to go to the police station after you were arrested to state your criminal history instead of jumping out and telling the world? He did it voluntarily. of?"

Li Jingtian paused.

Lin Chen understood: "You also find it strange, right? Why did he dare to go into the police station to report the crime now but he didn't do it nine years ago?" He observed Li Jingtian's expression and continued, "Your The reaction told me that you also thought it was strange that he chose to acquiesce after being falsely accused by you and never mentioned to the police that you raped him, right?"

"So he loves me so much, he would rather go to jail than sue me."

Lin Chen ignored Li Jingtian at all, and continued: "I think, at the very beginning, you should have threatened him to submit to you with your sex videos and the like. I can barely understand him not reporting the crime, but later, he was arrested. You made a false accusation, and he had no way out, why didn't he tell the police the truth? However, since you don't know the reason why he chose to remain silent, then it can be inferred that it was not you who made him shut up, but maybe someone else There are people."

Li Jingtian's face was cloudy and uncertain.

Lin Chen said lightly: "You may not know that, rather than provoking me, telling me what happened to him can torture me more. So Li Jingtian, do you want to see me suffer? Tell me, what happened back then?"