Criminal Psychology

During dinner, the citizens of Hongjing City unexpectedly discovered that the promotional video of the tourism festival that had been broadcast on TV for half a month had changed to a new pattern.

With the sound of the piano, the TV screen gradually brightened, and an emerald-colored river slowly appeared on the screen.

There are a few ducklings in the river playing in the water. They shake their heads, as if they are rushing home.

"one two three four five six seven……"

The immature child's voice overwhelmed the crisp sound of the piano, and an old man with his grandson appeared beside the stone arch bridge. The little boy was unsteady on his feet, and counted the steps up and down over and over again, feeling extremely excited.

The camera moved to the other side of the small bridge, and a traveler with a backpack stood by the bridge. He was stunned for a moment, and then read out the couplet on the stone pillars of the arch bridge: "The lips of the boat in spring are green, and the sunset at the ferry is red in autumn."

The traveler's voice is so distant and pleasant that one only feels that the teeth and cheeks are fragrant.

Afterwards, the traveler gradually drifted away, and the camera followed the traveler's footsteps and came to an open river.

The camera scanned the bridge across the river, and finally landed on the words "Taiqian Bridge".

The soundtrack stopped suddenly, and the pretty face of the female anchor appeared again.

"The following is an urgent news. On the 10th of this month, a vicious murder occurred in the urban area. The suspect Feng Peilin, male, 37 years old, the police reminded that this person is extremely dangerous. If you see this person, please call the police immediately."

The hostess had a solemn voice, and Feng Peilin's photo appeared on the upper left of the screen, with a smile on his lips, as if mocking something.

This short video is naturally Lin Chen's trap to trap Feng Peilin.

In this regard, Lin Chen’s explanation is that any prisoner has his “psychological affiliation point”, just like when people go shopping, they subconsciously choose the most convenient place. meaningful place.

Feng Peilin's crimes were committed in an area with Shishixiao as the center and a radius of 1.5 kilometers, and Taiqian Bridge happened to be in this area.

What's even more wonderful is that the river under the bridge is full of water, and the water represents the initial surge of life, which is also related to the intention of the sand table.

In order to satisfy suspects who have obsessive-compulsive disorder about the number seven, seven ducklings and the number seven appear in the short film, all of which will make Feng Peilin feel comfortable without exception.

And Taiqian Bridge is Qibi, in Feng Peilin's subconscious mind, he would think this place is very sweet.

If we say that the An Ning and Peaceful short film is to evoke Feng Peilin's good memories, then the pursuit warrant is played immediately to let Feng Peilin know that the police are looking for him, which will force him to speed up his actions.

Under the double magic of unconscious memory and external pressure, he will definitely choose Taiqianqiao.

Staring at Feng Peilin's pale and handsome face, someone raised the remote control and turned off the TV.

The screen became pitch black, and the desk lamp on the table was still emitting a warm light. Of course, there was another place that was also very bright.

That's the overhead reflection.

"Inspector Huang, why did you suddenly think that you want to ask my old man to drink tea?" In the police chief's office, the old chief took a big sip from the tea mug, without mentioning the promotional video in the news just now .

Huang Ze sat opposite the old director, poured a bowl of tea with a smile, and gently pushed it in front of the old director: "I am here this time mainly to meet you."

The old bureau chief couldn't help but took a deep breath. He closed his eyes, as if he was enjoying the quiet and distant tea fragrance in the dark night, and it seemed that he didn't hear what he said at all.

But Huang Ze was not angry because of such ignorance, he was waiting, and such waiting represented respect.

After a long time, the fragrance of tea in the room faded, and the old man at the table couldn't hold back anymore: "Young Master Huang, you are too polite, you are too polite."

The old director grabbed the teacup and drank it in one gulp. His movements were casual, and he seemed to be no different from drinking tea that cost [-] yuan a cup by the side of the road.

"That's what it should be." Huang Ze filled the teacup again, "My friends from other families want to ask you, Uncle Shi, what do you mean?" Huang Ze didn't have time to laugh at the old man, he was very straightforward: "No With your acquiescence, it is impossible for Lin Chen to participate in the investigation of this case, what exactly do you mean?"

Huang Ze asked "what do you mean" twice, which is interesting in itself.

People with Huang Ze's status rarely need to express their emotions and positions through emphatic sentences, but he asked twice in a row.

This shows that the old man really annoyed him, and of course it was Lin Chen who corrected the reason.

Lin Chen is a small person, he has no background and backing, they can slap him to death as easily as slapping an ant.

The reason why he is still alive is because if you hate a person, then seeing him shatter his dreams, kneel down and beg for mercy like an ant, is the most beautiful thing.

In the past two years, Lin Chen has been living very hard.

Until a few days ago, Lin Chen reappeared in their line of sight, and insisted on intervening in the case with an unyielding attitude. Without the acquiescence of the old man, no matter how much the captain of the criminal police trusted Lin Chen, a small housekeeper like him would be It is impossible to express a key opinion in the investigation of the case, and it is even more impossible for the TV station to produce a beautiful TV commercial within three hours to trap Feng Peilin because of his few words.

Therefore, the main purpose of Huang Ze's trip is actually to ask the old man behind all this: what do you mean.

The old man who can stop Chen Dong from making a move and make him condescend to come, of course, still has some status. The old man's surname is Wu, Wu of Zhou Wu and Chen Huang.

"Aren't you and Xiao Lin pretty good before?" Old Director Wu winked and easily dismissed her question.

"Uncle Shi, this is not funny. My own sister was among those who died that night. No matter what, Lin Chen and I will never go back to the past." Huang Ze answered the old man seriously and stubbornly with a gloomy face. The problem.

"If you don't make good friends, you can still be friends."

"I'm not going to be friends with a murderer."

"Arbitrarily, arbitrarily..."

"Is there something wrong with what I said? There have been discrepancies between his confession and on-site inspections. He has not cleared himself of suspicion so far."

Hearing what he said, Mr. Wu just sighed helplessly.

"Uncle Shi, may I ask what's going on?" Huang Ze asked persistently.

"Xiao Lin told me that this is a very dangerous case."

"So if you agree, you are not afraid that he will kill more people?"

"He said that when the case was over, he would definitely leave."

……

Sunday, October 9.

The typhoon has just passed, and the huge cloud cluster has not yet dissipated.

The sky is bright, and sporadic lights dot the streets that are still in the morning fog.

There are twice as many breakfast stalls under the Taiqian Bridge as usual.

The sixth floor of a building adjacent to Taiqian Bridge was temporarily requisitioned. Xing Conglian and Fu Hao were inside the room, closely observing the pedestrians of Taiqian Bridge through rough black binoculars.

After waiting all night, all the police officers were at their most sleepy.

Lin Chen slept with his clothes on in the armchair beside him, as if he didn't care about the arrest of Feng Peilin.

"Boss, we've been on guard all night, and Feng Peilin hasn't shown up yet. Does the psychologist you're looking for really work?"

At nearly 6:30, there was still no suspicious person. Xing Conglian held down the headset, not wanting to let the sound inside come out.

But Lin Chen still heard it. He glanced at the clock on the wall, sat up slowly, and said, "Let me go to the bridge."

"No, it's too dangerous."

"You have deployed so many police forces, what danger will I have?" Lin Chen asked back.

"If you show up, what if he knows it's a trap and won't go on the bridge?"

"Do you think traps have any meaning for a man who lives to die?"

It has to be said that Lin Chen always has the ability to make people speechless.

Under the watchful eyes of all the police officers in the house, Xing Conglian had no choice but to wave his hand and let Lin Chen onto the bridge.

Lin Chen was wearing a clean white shirt, with one hand on the white marble bridge railing, the wind from the river was blowing in his face, and the river under the bridge was vast.

In the distance, a dark roof stretches across the center of the city like the back of a giant beast.

As the sky gradually brightened, more and more pedestrians and vehicles came and went on the bridge.

Some parents ride their bicycles to send their children to school, and some peddlers push their tricycles and ride up the bridge with difficulty. The old man walks slowly to the top of the bridge with a cane.

Xing Conglian held up the binoculars and watched the people on the bridge. He always felt that his heart was beating very fast.

"Old Fu, I think there is something wrong."

Xing Conglian couldn't explain what he was feeling now. From confirming the suspect to arresting him, everything was too fast, so fast that he didn't have time to think about the joints. He felt that there was a problem, and he was sure there was a problem, but Can't grasp the key to the problem.

"Old Xing, my brother is also a person who has seen many big battles, he can take care of himself."

Before Fu Hao finished speaking, Xing Conglian's cell phone rang suddenly, and the frantic piano sound made people very disturbed.

"Head, I have a question. I don't know if it's convenient to talk about it now." In front of the computer, Wang Chao bit his pencil and pressed the pause button.

"what's up?"

"There seems to be something wrong with Ah Chen's reasoning. Didn't he say that Feng Peilin went to see Yu Yanqing committing suicide? From a procedural point of view, I wanted to find out where Feng Peilin was at that time, and then I found out that during the time of Yu Yanqing's death, Feng Peilin drove to visit her mother's grave, and a photo of him was taken at the highway toll booth. It doesn't seem to be very important, but I still need to report to you..."

Wang Chao babbled on the other end of the phone, and Xing Conglian hung up the phone abruptly.

His heart sank, and finally he suddenly realized what was wrong.

Lin Chen is such a meticulous person, and Feng Peilin is such a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Lin Chen's reasoning for the steps of death training is only four steps, and Yu Yanqing also strictly practiced this step, so since Feng Peilin wants to commit suicide, he should also follow these four steps, not the five steps Lin Chen said.

Get close to the corpse→observe the murder→kill with your own hands→help and watch Yu Yanqing commit suicide→suicide

So what if, if the step of "observing and helping Yu Yanqing to commit suicide" itself was fabricated by Lin Chen?

On the bridge, the old man on crutches stopped not far from Lin Chen.

As if sensing something, the young man in the white shirt on the bridge also turned his head.

"In less than 30 seconds, the nearest police officer will rush to arrest you." He said to the old man.

"For a messenger, 30 seconds is enough!" The old man said excitedly.

"Go ahead."

"He said you would die with me, will you really accompany me?"

"nonsense."

The plainclothes policeman closest to the top of the bridge started running wildly.

Like being hit hard with a hammer, Xing Conglian's head was about to explode.

If the entire death training process goes back to the previous four-part series, there will be no murder case "ignored" by the police as Lin Chen said!

If Feng Peilin hadn't killed anyone by now!

Then Lin Chen on the bridge is the best prey, he wants to kill Lin Chen, and then commit suicide!

Lin Chen already knew Feng Peilin's purpose!

He was tired and wanted to end everything, he didn't trap Feng Peilin with a short film at all, but told Feng Peilin that he would wait for him there!

Xing Conglian thought of the worst possibility.

On the bridge, the old man threw away his crutches and suddenly rushed towards Lin Chen at a speed of sprinting [-] meters.

He pressed Lin Chen on the railing of the bridge, and chanted reverently: "He just wanted to ask you, in this world of a grain of sand, in this confrontation between the tiny and the huge, which side would you stand on? "

The bridge railing suddenly broke.

"Lin Chen!" Xing Conglian's shrill roar resounded through the sky.

Volume Two Two Ways