Criminal Psychology

Destiny is a two-way journey.

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Hongjing's early spring was still very cold.

But at any rate, the Jingzhe has passed, and the rain has become abundant. The flowing clouds outline a very vivid scene between the sky and the earth, and the city is full of vegetation, half of which is fresh green and half of which is dark green.

The bicycle bell jingled, left and right again, like a small bell to wake up insects.There are continuous flower stalls beside the road, with creamy yellow carnations or lavender phalaenopsis, pedestrians can buy a bouquet for very little money.

Xing Conglian parked the car on the side of the road, stepped out of the car door, took two steps, and stopped under a plane tree.

There was a flower stand under the tree. The little girl selling flowers was wearing a woolen hat, her face was red from the cold. Seeing him, the girl smiled sweetly. He took out ten yuan, and the little girl handed over a bouquet as usual. lily.

Lily still had the fragrance of dew, he rubbed the girl's fluffy hair, then turned and walked to the depths of Flower Street.

At the end of this flower street, there is a hidden cemetery. As you get closer, the fragrance of flowers will gradually fade, and the smell of fireworks will become stronger.

This cemetery is not in the suburbs with beautiful mountains and rivers, but near a big river with a bridge named Taiqian.

It has been more than half a year since Lin Chen fell into the river from Taiqian Bridge.

The lake water rustled and licked the pebbles on the shore, and Xing Cong walked through the scattered tombstones. He stopped in front of the tombstone closest to the lake shore and put down the lily in his hand.

There is not even a photo on that tombstone. The surname is painted red with ink, perhaps because too much oil paint was applied when tracing the words, and small ink spots leaked from the edge of the name, like the tentacles of some insects.

He casually sat cross-legged in front of the tombstone, lit a cigarette, and let the fire burn the smoke away inch by inch.

That day, after Lin Chen and Feng Peilin fell off the bridge, they searched the river for a long time.

For three days and three nights without sleep, for the first time, he experienced the transition from full of hope to shattered hope.

Until now, he sometimes still thinks of Lin Chen's face when he fell into the river.

He has seen the faces of many people before they died, but he has never seen anyone as calm and calm as Lin Chen, as calm as if he was just going out for breakfast, as calm as if autumn leaves should fall from the branches.

He often wondered if Lin Chen wasn't dead at all, after all they didn't catch any corpses.Then maybe one day, Lin Chen will stand in front of this tomb, pick up the lily in front of the tombstone, and sniff it lightly.

So, he likes to come here very much, even if he doesn't do anything, he can just be in a daze.

This feeling is very comfortable,

He sat in front of Lin Chen's grave, looking around aimlessly.

At this moment, the mobile phone in his trouser pocket started vibrating suddenly.

"Boss, he has appeared again." Said the other end of the phone.

"On the Shifang section of the Hongjing Expressway..."

"There were no casualties."

Xing Conglian hung up the phone, stared at the tombstone, took a deep breath of the cigarette on hand, then threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and stomped out the spark with his heel.

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The criminal police team of Hongjing City is no different from Lin Chen when he left.

In the office, most of the police officers have already dispatched the police, leaving only a technician from Dynasty watching the video.

Xing Conglian snatched Wang Chao's iced lemon tea and took a sip, his teeth chattering from the cold.

"Boss, even though you don't dislike me, it doesn't mean I don't dislike you. Can you please buy a cup for yourself?" Wang Chao snatched back the iced tea with one hand, and turned the cup to the other side with the other hand. and did not move away from the mouse.

"How's the situation, or that kid?"

"See for yourself." Wang Chao said, clicked on a video and started playing it.

It was an edited video recording a passenger car on the highway for 8 minutes.

It was after six o'clock in the morning, and the stars and the moon had just faded away. Both sides of the expressway were full of tender reeds. Whenever a passenger car passed by, the reeds near the road would sway like waves.

There are a lot of people in the car, because the seats are too full, the water vapor in the breath of people and people condenses on the car windows to form a thin layer of mist, most of the passengers are resting with their eyes closed, and the air seems to be full of drowsiness The smell of sleep.

On the seat by the window, a woman with children tore open the package of lollipops, and the little girl took the candy with cantaloupe and milk, licking it with gusto.

Suddenly, a huge road sign with white letters on a green background appeared outside the window, because the speed of the car was too fast, the road sign flashed past, but the huge font left a light-colored afterimage on the retina.

This street sign seemed to have activated a wonderful spell. The fog outside the window seemed to seep into the car at once, the surveillance screen began to shake violently, the video image became blurred, the curtains flew up, and all the passengers leaned to the left.

The sound pierced the eardrums later, the driver slammed the steering wheel, and the sound of the horn and the sharp sound of the brakes superimposed on each other, which was deafening.

The candy in the little girl's hand fell to the ground. The surface of the creamy lollipop was stained with fine fluff and dust on the carpet, and it kept rolling towards the back row.

After the bus stopped in the temporary parking belt, the passengers woke up like a dream. They hurriedly checked around, and it took a while to find that there seemed to be no other vehicles around.

The road was empty, terribly empty.

So they looked at the driver subconsciously, and several young and strong young people stood up against the back of the front seat, as if they would rush out immediately if there was any danger.

However, they were all stunned because they saw a gun, a gun on the driver's temple.

At some point, someone touched the side of the driver's seat.

It was a very young boy, and he was wearing a soot-ash cashmere scarf.The scarf covers the mouth and nose, only the slightly upturned eyes are exposed, those eyes are like moist glass, making people want to kiss.

I saw him bowing close to the driver's ear, as if to say something.

Now is a legal society with strict gun control. Most people have never seen a pistol with their own eyes, let alone a loaded pistol in a real road robbery.

After waiting for dozens of seconds, the carjacker didn't seem to make any movement, and the passengers began to whisper.

The mother hugged the child and patted the back gently. The men all stood up vigilantly. The atmosphere in the car gradually became agitated. The bold young people began to walk up the aisle and tried to approach the cab.

The carjacker narrowed his eyes slightly, as if smiling.

The next moment, the gun went off.

It was a real gunshot, like a firecracker exploding or a vehicle tire blowing out, shaking the fog piled up on the side of the road slightly.

The passengers' first reaction was to cover their ears and close their eyes.

At the same time, the bullet grazed the driver's forehead and shattered the window on the side of the driver's cab. The glass shattered all over the floor. The driver clenched his teeth and shrank into a ball, trembling uncontrollably.

The passengers who were still thinking about luck suddenly realized that this young man with a gun was a serious carjacking gangster.

There was an instant silence in the car.

However, the young man standing at the front of the bus smiled, his eyes curved into beautiful arcs, and he jumped onto the panel platform of the bus with his arms propped up, but the gun in his hand had already been put down.

How should a vicious carjacker speak?

Did it say, "Hand over your money, or I'll kill you" or, "If you don't want to get shot in the head, put your valuables in your bag"?

Some guests have consciously taken off the gold watch on their wrists, but they heard strange words:

"Ladies and gentlemen, get out your candy, and besides, I don't like citrus flavors!"

The young man said that, as if playing a game, he threw the gun from his left hand to his right, and suddenly stretched out his hand, the barrel of the gun was directed at the driver who wanted to move around again: "I said, please don't move around."

His gentle voice invaded every passenger's ear like warm water.

Everyone thought they heard it wrong, they looked around in confusion, no one knew what happened.

"Hurry up, I'm not joking." The boy sat on the panel and laughed.He wore a pair of bright yellow new Nike shoes under his light blue jeans. His feet were hanging in the air, shaking slightly left and right.

Just when all the passengers were still immersed in the unknown confusion, with a sound of "bang!", the boy pulled the trigger again.

This time, the bullet flew towards the front of the bus, the windshield burst open with a "crash", and cold wind instantly poured into the compartment.

The wind blew up the boy's black and soft hair, and made the driver's face as cold as gold leaf.

As if by magic, the boy took out a maroon wool cap from his coat pocket, and thoughtfully put it on for the driver.

But in the next second, he pointed his black gun at the restless middle-aged man in the front row who was about to take out his phone, and said coldly, "Hurry up!"

Trembling, the middle-aged man took out half a roll of HALLS mints from his arms and handed them over.

The boy took the candy with satisfaction, picked out one with one hand, put it in his mouth, and stuffed the candy wrapper into his pocket.

The leader will naturally lead a group of followers. White cool candy, light yellow lemon candy, pink bubble gum, and colorful candies fall into the pockets of young people one after another. Some even handed over a box full of golden Ferrero. The young people looked at it with disgust. eye chocolate, said no.

After 8 minutes, all the candies on the bus were swept away.

Call requests came from the car pager from time to time, and the red dot on the smart computer kept flashing. The young man seemed to be bored, so he turned off the pager, and took the tablet-sized car computer off the shelf.

"Have a nice trip, everyone."

After he finished speaking, he jumped onto the console at the front of the bus, and even blew a kiss.

The next moment, he jumped out of the broken front window without hesitation, rolled on the highway, and flew down the highway like an egret returning home, flying into the vast reeds.