Criminal Psychology

Yongchuan, Xining Development Zone, Christine Art Center.

Just when Dynasty was very frustrated and tried hard to connect to the wireless network, a middle-aged man with a gentle temperament just pressed the elevator of the art center. Say hello to the people in the monitoring room.

The elevator went straight up from the second floor and stopped on the second floor.

The middle-aged man carried a backpack, walked out of the elevator, and walked towards the entrance of the Central Auditorium.

Participating in the fan meeting, oh no, the flow of people attending the memorial service is continuously crowding into the Central Performing Arts Hall.

The central hall with all seats open can accommodate nearly 5000 people. In the public area at the entrance of the hall, there are many girls who have not yet entered the venue but have extremely sad expressions.

The middle-aged man passed between them, and his backpack happened to scratch the pendant on one of the girls' backpacks. The two became entangled, and the middle-aged man was forced to stop.

"I'm so sorry." He apologized to the girl first.

The girl tried to take off her backpack, but was stopped.

"It's okay, I'll do it myself."

He turned the girl on her back, slightly unzipped the zippers of some of the girls' backpacks, then unhooked the hooks that connected to his own backpack, and gently restored it.

Perhaps it was because the voice of the middle-aged man was clearer and more melodious than the cello music played on the radio, or because the casual suit and T-shirt on his body seemed casual but showed a strong artistic temperament, the girl suddenly He really wanted to talk to the man in front of him who was like his father, but before she could speak, the middle-aged man bowed to her in advance, showed a very modest and polite smile, and then turned and left.

Probably some kind of musician from the orchestra who will be performing at the center, the girl turned her head reluctantly, thinking with some regret.

……

The entrance of the Christine Center for the Performing Arts.

Mu Wenhua ran up the long stairs in a hurry, her temple hair was in a mess but she had no time to comb it. Last night when she was sleeping, her daughter gave her a sweet good night kiss. She fell into a deep sleep with a very beautiful vision, but waiting for her When I got up to make breakfast in the morning, a thunderbolt struck my head.

After broadcasting today's weather, the host broadcast a breaking news in a very serious and sad tone.

When Mu Wenhua heard the news, she almost knocked over the pan on the gas, she died, depression, suicide, how is this possible?

In the living room, there was the sound of her husband and his little daughter laughing at the dining table, but the laughter stopped quickly because of this news. My child, let her go to the fan meeting with peace of mind, but now that the sound is dead, what is she going to see?

Mu Wenhua squatted down in the kitchen in a daze, and she didn't cry at first, until the sound of footsteps and the sound of turning off the gas, she began to cry.

A pair of broad palms caressed her back, and she was hugged tightly in her lover's arms, tears fell along the way, and she burst into tears.

She remembered that she cried for a long time. She had experienced the pain of being hit on the head when her wish was about to come true. She had experienced it many years ago. Now she seemed to be back to the summer vacation when she was 18 years old. Yan Xia, but this time, the person who scolded her became the person who loved her.

Her lover said to her: "Let's go, I'll accompany you, no matter what, you still want to go, right?"

Mu Wenhua wiped away her tears and nodded vigorously.

They drove from Yongchuan Avenue to Xining Development Zone, and the traffic jam was very serious along the way. The car radio announced the cancellation of the meeting for a while, and talked about depression for a while.Mu Wenhua boarded Bewithyou with her mobile phone restlessly, and when she saw the discussion post on the top, she replied resolutely: Even if the meeting is cancelled, I still want to go.

Later, she received a text message from the fan association stating that the meeting will be held as scheduled, and she felt a bitter sense of satisfaction in her heart. No matter what, the wish that she failed to achieve in the summer vacation when she was 18 years old was finally achieved today.

Her husband sent her to the entrance of the Performing Arts Center, told her that he would take her daughter to a bookstore in a nearby building to play for a while, reassured her, and finally gave her a comforting kiss.

She ran upstairs quickly, because she was too eager, she didn't see someone passing by in front of her, and when she found out, it was too late to brake, and she ran into the other person.

The other party took two steps back, supported her, and said "be careful" softly.

Only then did she realize that she had bumped into a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses just now. The middle-aged man was carrying a black shoulder bag with gentle eyes. Sad cello music was playing in the hall. She stood up straight and watched the middle-aged man Walking into the darkness far away with the low echoing sound of string music.

……

Heng Xiao is an ordinary male secretary in the office of the general manager of Christine Performing Arts Center. When he received a call from the police, he was secretly chatting with his girlfriend on WeChat.

Before putting down his phone, the last sentence he replied was: Don't come to join in the fun, the main hall is too crowded.

When he picked up the phone, the sound of the cello suddenly became passionate.

The person on the other end of the phone claimed to be a criminal policeman, because he had received a report that someone had planted a bomb in the art center. Although it might be a false alarm, for safety reasons, he still needed to know about the center’s situation and asked the art center to start an emergency response immediately. The plan began to evacuate the crowd in an orderly manner.

When he first heard the news, Heng Xiao panicked, but he still couldn't help but think that this might be some kind of prank, yes, there are a lot of news about false claims of bomb alarms, maybe someone made false alarms?

"I'll give you a call to our general manager's office." He stood up and said, looking at the dense crowd of people downstairs.

……

The middle-aged man with a backpack walked a long way, and he finally sat down slowly in the rest area at the end of the corridor. To his left is the last safety exit on the entire floor, which is more crowded than the front of the central hall. The scene of the sky, but there is not even a person here.

He put down his backpack, took out a sandwich from it, and ate it patiently.

The aunt in charge of cleaning looked at the man gnawing on the sandwich somewhat inexplicably, and dragged the mop towards his feet.

The middle-aged man moved his foot away with a good temper, and took a bite of the bread, revealing the bright red ham sandwich inside.

Auntie Clean asked: "Are you sending your daughter to the concert?"

The middle-aged man laughed again, showing a very good upbringing: "Yes."

"But isn't the star who gave the concert dead?"

"My daughter likes it, but I can't help it." He stood up helplessly, took the last bite, threw the sandwich plastic paper and the outer packaging paper bag into the trash can, and walked down the safe passage.

……

A reminder that the train is about to arrive at Xining Square Station is played in the subway car.

Lin Chen looked up at the indicator light, and there were still two stops away from the Christine Art Center.

Just now, news came from Jiang Chao that most of the police force of the Ludi Lake Fire Squadron had been transferred to rescue a series of collision accidents caused by the spontaneous combustion of vehicles in the tunnel at the bottom of the lake. There is an attack, otherwise the random deployment of firefighting forces will be detrimental to the fire safety of other areas of the city. What if it is to divert the tiger away from the mountain?

The other party said so.

Lin Chen looked at Xing Conglian.

Xing Conglian had just finished the phone call with the general manager of Yongchuan Christian Art Center. The general manager on the other end of the phone also had a similar meaning. Of course, the bomb attack warning was a reason he made up, but he couldn't think of anything else. A reason that can make the other party relatively nervous without causing the other party to panic too much.

The manager had a relatively good attitude, and he said in a very cooperative tone: "Yes, I understand, I will report the traffic data you want immediately, but I really don't know you, what can you prove yourself Is it the way of identity, or you can ask the leader of the development zone to call me. But I will arrange the work immediately, and I will start to act when the superior leader calls."

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

While Xing Conglian was looking at the floor plan of the Art Center, he couldn't help calling Jiang Chao again.

"Can you contact the leaders of Xining Development Zone? Ask them to call the manager of the art center and help me confirm my identity."

"Lao Xing, Lao Xing, you are really using me as a secretary, right? I am divided into [-] shares by myself now. How many leaders call me to ask if I am out of my mind? If nothing happens in the end , I guess we can't escape the punishment of warning, maybe we will be persuaded to leave."

"Where are you now?" Xing Conglian asked.

"I just got on the subway. I just notified all levels of the city, but the opinions of the leaders are very unified. You have to have evidence. It is not sufficient to speculate that the dark network will broadcast the death live broadcast again just based on Song Shengsheng's suicide. Yes, as long as you have sufficient evidence, the power of the whole city will be deployed by you!"

Lin Chen listened to these words in his mind, but Wang Chao had been searching for the live content on the dark network non-stop since he stepped on the jeep, but he checked the time, and there were 15 minutes left for the meeting to start, and it was confirmed in a short time that the two Or related simply can not do.

"You once said that you are very familiar with the source code of the Royal One mobile phone prostitution software. Have you compared the code of the live broadcast website with the code of the Royal One mobile phone software?"

Lin Chen couldn't help asking Wang Chao. Although he knew very well that it was impossible for him to compare the two with his style of doing things as a young man, but at this critical moment, he could only ask this question.

"Of course I've compared it with Ah Chen. I've even compared Yang Dianfeng's stupid foot-binding system. It shouldn't be written by the same person."

Xing Conglian hung up the phone, continued to look at the drawings, and asked him again: "Consultant Lin, based on what you know about these people, how will they act this time?"

"Our last operation has destroyed their stronghold, so it is impossible for them to organize enough manpower in a short period of time, and this operation is more like revenge. If your judgment on the bug is not wrong, then what they have The power of the law cannot be underestimated, we are not dealing with small criminal gangs, but more likely medium to large criminal organizations."

"That is to say, the opponent's technological strength may be superior to ours, such as the ability to control the computer network?" Xing Conglian asked.

"Boss, even though it's urgent now, I'm still very upset when you say that!"

Xing Conglian held down the tablet with two fingers, zoomed in on the drawing of the art center three times, and asked Wang Chao: "Did you look at the management system of the Christine art center when you were looking for evidence in the Li Jingtian case last time?"

Chao Chao took a sharp breath: "I seem to have seen it once or twice!"

"I rely on you to say that!" The young man said while trying to cut into the network system of the Art Center, but for some reason, he couldn't even open the home page of the Art Center website.

"I want to get out of the car, I want to get out of the car!" Wang Chao patted the computer irritably, and nearly dropped the machine.

"What's going on?" Xing Conglian asked.

"I can't connect to the Intranet of the Art Center anymore."

"The firewall is too powerful?"

"No, no..." Dynasty said in extreme panic, "There is only one possibility for this to happen..."

"what?"

"Someone manually disconnected the network, either cutting the optical cable or burning the telecom distribution box."

……

In fact, it was not Chao Dynasty who first discovered the problem with the central network, but Heng Xiao, the male secretary in the general manager's office, because the last WeChat message he wanted to send to his girlfriend showed that the sending failed.

Immediately, the sound of many employees clicking the mouse desperately sounded in the office, and the whispering gradually followed.

Mr. General Manager rushed out of the office and quickly said to him: "Notify all the staff to go to work, prepare to activate the emergency plan, and start evacuating the audience."

Heng Xiao looked at his boss and was stunned: "You said, evacuate the audience?"

Mr. General Manager glanced at the office and asked: "What's the matter, why are you just staring blankly, don't you have long ears?"

"Manager, our internet is disconnected..." Heng Xiao said timidly.

"What's the use of calling the telecommunications company to tell me that the network is down?" After the manager finished speaking, he suddenly thought of something, his face turned livid, and he quickly took out his phone and dialed back the call just now.

"Mr. Police Officer, our network is down, and we can't get the traffic data for the time being. I'm going to the monitoring room now." The manager rushed out of the office while speaking, and the moment he ran out of the door, he still didn't forget to shout to his subordinates Said, "Go to work, save people!"

The violin music in the hall is about to reach its climax, and there is a turbulent meaning of the rolling waves of the sea.

……

Mu Wenhua finally squeezed into the main performance hall and found her seat to sit down.

There are three floors in the starring performance hall. It is said that only half of the floor was open for the fan meeting, but now, Mu Wenhua saw people sitting in the corner of the third floor.

She put down her bag, sent her husband a message that she had arrived safely, and then she opened the bag, where there was an old CD that she was going to sign for Sheng Sheng.

At this moment, the broadcast sounded: "Due to circuit failure and other reasons, the Christian Art Center will be closed soon. Please find the nearest safe exit and leave the venue in an orderly manner."

Mu Wenhua couldn't help but clenched her bag tightly, she suddenly thought of her daughter.

……

Lin Chen followed Xing Conglian and rushed out of the subway entrance, and the majestic Christine Art Center appeared in front of them.

People from the police station of Xining Development Zone had already arrived, and the head of the police station led the team. Seeing Xing Conglian, the sweaty head of the police station hurriedly said: "Lao Jiang has already told us about the situation. We have arrived, the first step is to evacuate the crowd, right?"

Before he finished speaking, there seemed to be a muffled sound coming from inside the Art Center not far away.

People in the stadium had followed the instructions of the staff to evacuate one after another, and the flow of people was rushing down. However, the sudden noise made them stay on the spot and look back in unison.

Following the eyes of those people, facing the scorching sun, Lin Chen looked in the direction of the Art Center. If he heard correctly, it was a very dull sound just now, it should be the sound of a small explosive device.

They didn't have time to catch their breath, and then ran against the flow of people to the top of the steps.

Xing Conglian's cell phone rang again, and the ringtone was like a reminder. Lin Chen had never felt that running non-stop was so exhausting.

As soon as they rushed into the hall, the deafening fire alarm sounded suddenly again. He couldn't see any fire at all in his vision, but the bell that hit the eardrum was enough to make anyone's vision blurred. Those terrified faces, crazy screams , The girl's long hair tossed up, the boy's gray sneakers, everything is like a palette that is constantly stirring, making people dizzy, Lin Chen stopped and gasped for breath.

"How's the situation inside?" Xing Conglian grabbed a boy who didn't look so flustered, and asked.

Perhaps it was his extraordinary calmness that was so contagious, the boy followed the regulations and replied clearly: "The staff just started to evacuate us, and a trash can exploded on the second floor. I heard that there is still some place inside on fire!"

A slight cello sound came from the building, the strings vibrated, and the tune was high, as if flames were gushing out.

Police officers from Xining Police Station rushed into the hall against the flow of people. Lin Chen was about to follow, but Xing Conglian grabbed him: "Where do you think Mr. Meijing is?"

"It's definitely not in this art center." Lin Chen stood up straight, and quickly understood the meaning of Xing Conglian's question, and his heart was suddenly clear, "If I was deliberately trying to create a tragedy, I would definitely not leave it It’s too far away, I will definitely watch the turmoil happen with my own eyes, and I will definitely look here.” He looked around, and saw that there were construction sites around the Christian Arts Center, and there were only three completed buildings nearby, so the one with the best view In that building, someone may be looking down on the chaos with a very gratified smile.

"Dynasty, do me a favor and calculate which of the three buildings has the best view."

The young man's gifted space imagination was brought to the extreme again. He looked at the three tall buildings around him, pointed to one of them, and said to him, "That's the one."

While talking, a stream of water suddenly sprayed down from the ceiling, and many people were screamed again by the cold water. Lin Chen looked up and found that the automatic sprinkler system of the art center was working, but there was no fire in the lobby on the first floor, like Chris The built-in fire protection system of a place like Tingwen Art Center must be very strong, but he suddenly remembered the network that was disconnected just now, and felt even more worried.

But whether it is the fire protection system or the intelligent building control system, these things are not his specialty at all.

"I'll go there." He pointed to the tall building outside the door, and said decisively to Xing Conglian.

"Lin Chen!" The moment he turned around, Xing Conglian suddenly called out to him.

Lin Chen turned around abruptly, there was an explosion sound, the cello sound stopped suddenly, and the water splashing from the ceiling reached the end of the force. Lin Chen was shocked to find that the fire-proof rolling gate that was originally used to separate the fire in the large space began to lower slowly.

The crowd started screaming again.

Everyone frantically wanted to pass before the rolling gate closed, but at that moment, Lin Chen found that the faces of everyone around him had disappeared, and he could only see Xing Conglian.

Even though the crowd was pushing like waves hitting the shore, Xing Conglian still stood firm, standing like a rock, unwavering.

Lin Chen watched as he took out something from his waist and threw it forcefully. He reached out to catch it, but his hand felt cold to the touch. He lowered his head, only to realize that Xing Conglian had thrown him a gun with him.

When he looked up again, the gate fell, and the cold and merciless silver-gray separated them.

The shouts around him remained the same, and he could no longer see Xing Conglian.