Criminal Psychology

Xing Conglian thought, three years.

Feng Peilin has been observing Lin Chen for three years.

Whether the weather is sunny or rainy, Feng Peilin always sits quietly by the window, looking at the young man who is quieter than him in the dormitory management station opposite.

He might watch Lin Chen read and write, or he might watch Lin Chen chat with the children.

No matter what Lin Chen does, there will always be a pair of eyes not far from him, like a thorn on his back, or more terrifying than a thorn.

Thinking of this, Xing Conglian couldn't help but shudder.

With a book, a letter and a handful of sand, he returned to the police station.

The blunt greetings in the police station had long since ended, and the atmosphere was cold and calm.

Lin Chen was sleeping lightly on the chair, his body was covered with a police uniform.

Silver stars shone on the police uniform. Inspector Huang was sitting beside him in a white shirt, with his left leg draped over his right leg, flipping through the notes in his hand, and holding a glass of warm water in his other hand.

Xing Conglian was stunned at the door. There were so many chairs in the room, but Huang Ze was sitting next to Lin Chen.

Inspector Huang sat so naturally, as if he should be sitting there.

Xing Conglian was a little unhappy.

Fu Hao got out from behind Xing Conglian, took a look at the situation in the office, and hurriedly pulled the person who was stunned at the door into the room.

Lin Chen just opened his eyes.

Seeing them coming back, he stood up and hung the clothes on the armrest without looking at Huang Ze.

"I have a fever and need antipyretics."

Lin Chen's tone was weak, and his request was very blunt. His purpose of leaving the police station was too obvious and undisguised.

Huang Ze laughed in his seat and put down the notebook at hand.

Just when Xing Conglian thought that Huang Ze would say something like "It is forbidden to deal with personal matters during business hours", he heard Huang Ze say: "Remember to buy aspirin, he is allergic to most antibiotics."

Xing Conglian was even angrier.

……

Perhaps the typhoon was about to land, and the whole city was shrouded in the eye of the storm, but the rain stopped instead.

Lin Chen's footsteps were flimsy, but he insisted on walking, Xing Conglian couldn't hold him back, so he had to walk beside him, and Fu Hao walked last with a guilty conscience.

The sound of footsteps fell on the bluestone slabs dripping with rainwater, kicking and tapping, sticky and greasy.

Although the questions in my heart have been snowballing, such as what is the relationship between Huang Ze and Lin Chen, and why Huang Ze's attitude has turned 180 degrees, Xing Conglian did not ask those idle gossip , He took out the evidence bag from his arms and handed it to Lin Chen: "Feng Peilin left you a book, a letter and a handful of sand. What is the relationship between you and him?"

Lin Chen was a little taken aback.

But the reason he was stunned was not because Feng Peilin left him something, but because Xing Conglian didn't ask him any questions related to Huang Ze.

In this world, there are too many people who love to explore the privacy of others, and few people can hold back their curiosity about those secret things in their hearts.

Lin Chen raised his head, looked at Xing Conglian, and said very sincerely, "Thank you."

Xing Cong shook his head and continued: "Looking out of the window of his desk, you can just see your room."

Lin Chen stood where he was when he heard these words.

"Is he looking at me?"

"He should be looking at you."

Because of the high fever, the clips in his mind flickered like a montage. Those white sand tables, weird streets, snow-white sheets, and bright red blood stains were switched frame by frame, which was very confusing and painful.

Time has passed for a long time, so long that all the pictures have returned to the original origin, and so long that the raindrops on the eaves are almost falling.

He stuffed the evidence bag back into Xing Conglian's hand, and started walking again.

Xing Conglian looked at Lin Chen's back and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Lin Chen's appearance obviously reminded him of something, and he obviously didn't want to say anything.

So he could only speak to Lin Chen's back, although he didn't want to, but he had to pretend to be aggressive: "Yu Yanqing wrote to you, Feng Peilin looks at you every day, I don't need to ask about your past, but with this You must speak clearly about everything related to this case."

His words were straightforward, and Lin Chen stopped of course: "What does Captain Xing need from me?"

With his back turned to him, Lin Chen asked in front of him.

"Do you know Feng Peilin?"

"do not know?"

"Then why did he leave this letter to you? What does Baisha in the letter mean?"

"It's very simple, because I have a sand table in my room, and he wants me to know that all the analysis I have done is just what he wants me to see, and he is provoking me."

"Why did he challenge you?"

"I have no idea?"

"You don't know?" Xing Conglian was speechless, "For more than three years, he has been spying on you every day, making murders, and provoking you, but you don't know why?"

Xing Conglian's words were very blunt, and he was also prepared for Lin Chen's very blunt response. Lin Chen turned slightly, but a smile appeared on his face.

It was not ridicule or ridicule when angry, but just a very simple smile, as if Xing Conglian's question just now was very, very interesting.

"Captain Xing, you may not know that there are really many people in this world who want to provoke me, whether they are psychopaths or criminals with high IQ. If I need to care about the motives behind each time they provoke me , then I don’t have to live.”

What he said made sense, and Xing Conglian was speechless for a moment.

"Why?" He could only ask these three words.

"Because I was, really, famous."

This is a proud word, but when it comes out of Lin Chen's mouth, it doesn't mean any boasting.

On the contrary, it seems very honest, honest and lovely.

If it was an ordinary person, they would probably laugh out loud when they heard such words, but Xing Conglian was indeed extraordinary. He nodded and said seriously: "I think so, I have never seen someone as smart as you."

His eyes are beautiful. When he lowers his eyes and stares at you, the lake green eyes seem as deep as the sea.

After all, he is a man of foreign blood. When he praises others, he has a special racial advantage.

Lin Chen's face turned red unexpectedly.

This is an embarrassing thing, after all, the first few seconds, his tone was still very aggressive, and he almost quarreled with Xing Conglian, but a few seconds later, he was praised so much that he blushed, obviously he was too unfocused.

The topic he started could only be opened by himself, so he coughed lightly and asked, "Time is running out, I think Feng Peilin might commit suicide."

"Yu Yanqing committed suicide, Feng Peilin also committed suicide?"

"Yu Yanqing is just a pawn controlled by Feng Peilin. Feng Peilin is probably using her to perfect his own ideas."

"what idea?"

"People can overcome the fear of death through training about death. This is our previous inference." Lin Chen paused, and then said: "The reason why I think Yu Yanqing is not the murderer behind the scenes is because she There was no sufficient motive for the crime."

"But Feng Peilin has it?"

"Yes, boys have an Oedipus complex. If I guess correctly, Feng Peilin should have grown up in a single-parent family, and his mother Feng Xuejuan brought him up. You know, children's distortions are often inseparable from the family. If I still If I'm not wrong, Feng Xuejuan should have a strong desire to control, and must ask her son to act according to her own will..."

"Speaking of which, the teacher at your school seems to be saying that Feng Peilin will call his mother every time he arrives. Is this because of Feng Xuejuan's request?"

Lin Chen nodded: "Such control will lead to two results."

"What result?"

"The first type is extreme rebellion, and the second type is extreme obedience, treating mother as a god, and revering her words as God's will."

Xing Conglian couldn't help shivering.

"If you were Feng Peilin, what would you think if someone saw your goddess falling into a pulp before she died?" Lin Chen asked again before he could express that this was too heavy-handed.

Although he felt nauseous, Xing Conglian had to admit that if he was Feng Peilin and his god-respecting mother died tragically in front of others, he would indeed have the urge to kill.

"Even if Feng Peilin wanted to kill these people because his mother's tragic situation was seen by unrelated people, why did he use Yanqing, why did he design steps to overcome death?"

"Of course it's because he's afraid of death." Lin Chen glanced at Xing Conglian, as if saying that your question is too idiotic.

"Feng Peilin had a great time playing with the dead, and is he still afraid of death?"

"To be precise, it is Feng Peilin's mother, Feng Xuejuan, who is afraid of death." Lin Chen said a lot, his voice hoarse, and the volume gradually became lighter, "Do you still remember the ward that Yu Yanqing cleaned? It was the oncology department. And Feng Xuejuan's It was stomach cancer, which is one of the most painful diseases. She committed suicide because she couldn't bear the torment of cancer, let alone the feeling of walking towards death step by step..."

"So he is actually using Yu Yanqing to study how to reduce the pain of people facing death?" Xing Conglian responded quickly.

"In this way, his research is very successful." Fu Hao couldn't help interjecting, "Yu Yanqing simply committed suicide."

"So, where is Feng Peilin?" Xing Conglian asked.

"All his research is for him to die peacefully." Lin Chen's gaze fell far away, "We thought that Yu Yanqing's death training had four steps: approaching the corpse, observing the murder, and killing with his own hands , suicide, but if it were Feng Peilin, this training should be five steps."

"Get close to the corpse, observe the murder, kill someone with your own hands, help and watch Yu Yanqing commit suicide, and then commit suicide?" Xing Conlian blurted out.

After the words came out, he felt that there were some problems: "But, who did Feng Peilin kill?"

"You can check to see if there are any murders that the police missed." Lin Chen said indifferently.

If Lin Chen wants you to believe one thing, then you will definitely believe it.

Of course, Xing Conglian trusted Lin Chen, so he quickly took out his phone and called Wang Dynasty, requesting to investigate the murders that had been missed in the past few days, and to check all the surveillance videos of Feng Peilin's possible location.

Afterwards, he called the traffic police department and asked for their full cooperation to deploy control throughout the city to hunt down Feng Peilin.

After a few phone calls, Xing Conglian fell behind, Lin Chen actually stayed by his side, but Fu Hao, a very careless person, walked ahead.

Seeing that he finally hung up the phone, Lin Chen asked, "How is it?"

"Looking for a needle in a haystack. During the recent tourism festival, the police force is already limited. We need more time."

"Actually, you don't need to be so troublesome." Lin Chen looked up suddenly as if he had made up his mind, and said, "I can be responsible for making him appear, and the location is up to you."

His voice was weak, but serious and terrifying.

Later, Xing Conglian thought, if he could discover Lin Chen's abnormality at that time, maybe there would not be so many stories later.

But it is a pity that Lin Chen will not give him such a reaction time.

"If you don't believe that I can ask Feng Peilin to show up, let's do an experiment. I want to eat Tianxingju at noon. You treat me." Lin Chen glanced at Fu Hao's back and whispered to Xing Conglian. After finishing speaking, he Quickly walked to the small shop on the side of the road.Standing in front of the counter, I bought six planet cups for one dollar.

When Xing Cong connected to the planetary cup handed over by Lin Chen, he still stood there blankly, not understanding what Lin Chen wanted to do.

But he saw Lin Chen take two quick steps, catch up to Fu Hao, and put all the remaining 5 planetary cups in Fu Hao's hands.

"Eh, senior brother?" Fu Hao looked at the snack in his hand in surprise.

"You have performed well recently, this is your reward."

Lin Chen blinked, seeing such a vivid expression on Lin Chen's face, Fu Hao suddenly realized.

"Don't be like this, senior brother, I miss the old man too much, I'm going to cry." Fu Hao said while tearing open the planetary cup, "How many did you buy for a dollar?"

"Six." Lin Chen said, with a rare smile on his face, under the sun, it was subtle but gorgeous.

Xing Conglian stared blankly from behind, he couldn't help but raise Fu Hao's neck, leaned over and asked, "Who is the old man, what is this?"

"The old man is our mentor. He likes his brother the most. Every time we write a good paper, he will buy us a planetary cup as a reward. But the owner of our school shop sees that he is old, so he bullies him. They all sold him five for one yuan, and the old man always thought he had taken advantage of it, but in fact, he could buy six for one yuan. Fu Hao laughed while talking.

Lin Chen was still smiling, and the atmosphere was very relaxed and leisurely: "Where to eat later?" He asked seemingly casually.

"Tianxingju." Fu Hao replied quickly.

Fu Hao's answer was very easy, but Xing Conglian heard this sentence like a thunderbolt. He looked at Lin Chen in disbelief, poked the top of Professor Fu's head, and opened his mouth.

Lin Chen seemed to have seen through his thoughts, turned around and pointed to the bus stop that he passed by just now. On the billboard of the station was a photo of a Chinese restaurant. On the plaque of the restaurant, the three big characters of "Tianxingju" were chic and eye-catching.

"Our mentor is a loyal supporter of Tianxingju. Every time the division gathers, he is always there."

"So you deliberately reminded Fu Hao of the old man just now?"

"I hinted to Fu Hao with the Star Cup and the teacher, and Fu Hao just glanced at the advertisement of Tianxingju, he subconsciously hooked up this picture with the teacher. When I asked him where to eat, The advertising picture of Tianxingju is still placed in the easiest place in his mind, so his first reaction is there." Lin Chensheng explained to him seriously, fearing that Xing Conglian would not understand.

"Are you going to use this method to trick Feng Peilin?" Xing Conglian expressed doubts, "Is he really going to jump in?"

"Believe me."