Criminal Psychology

After the little doctor finished speaking, the boat they were on suddenly touched something.

Everyone in the cabin shook violently.

"What's the matter, have you hit the rocks?" Duanyang grabbed Lin Chen's hand, and changed back to the nervous little doctor in a second.

"Probably not."

The sound of the motor stopped, the footsteps above their heads could be clearly heard, and everyone was silent,

Suddenly, the piercing sound of impact drilling sounded on the deck above the head. In the dark space, the sound seemed to hit everyone's cap, and the stowaways shrank back to the corner in fright.Duanyang raised his head subconsciously, Lin Chen said, "Close your eyes."

The next moment, there was a sound of clicking, the wooden boards opened, and bright sky light poured down from above their heads.

The sudden light after more than ten hours of darkness made Lin Chen's eyes sting. He covered his eyes and heard someone walking down the cabin from the deck.

"Wake up, get off the boat." The visitor shouted in a drawn-out tone.

He barely opened his eyes, and saw someone holding a gun and kicking the middle-aged man who had passed away. There was no response from his feet. The man stretched out his hand again, trying to slap the middle-aged man twice to see if he could wake him up. , but the frightened villagers hugged their thighs tightly.

"Please, save my brother, my brother may be saved!"

"What, really dead?" The gunman sniffed the middle-aged man, then pressed the middle-aged man's neck, and suddenly stopped: "Damn, really dead, bad luck."

There was no emotion in his tone other than impatience. It was more like mourning the death of an animal before being sold than a living person.

Someone in the cabin began to sob softly again, but the voice was very low, and no one even dared to ask: Why did you treat us like this!

Any questions are stupid at this time, and the breath of death is like a virus.

Someone came down from the deck to the cabin again, wearing a loose green military uniform with shoulder straps buttoned up casually.He kicked the middle-aged man on the ground again, cursed something, bent down hard, and carried him on his shoulders.The relatives of the middle-aged man knelt beside the corpse and wailed loudly, but someone tapped his shoulder with the butt of a gun, telling him to hurry up with the large army.

Lin Chen took Duanyang and deliberately left behind. The red-eyed, dark-skinned villager stumbled to their side, sobbing, "My brother's life is too hard, why did this happen."

The salty and bright sea breeze poured in slowly, Lin Chen felt himself being pushed to stand up, and then went up to the deck.

Sure enough, the boat has landed on the pier, looking around, one side is a long coastline, the other side is blue to transparent water, the seagulls in the sky are pure white, like some expensive holiday islands.But obviously, the dilapidated military vehicles and blockades on the distant coast, as well as the sergeants lazily basking in the sun, told him that this was not a holiday island.In their neighboring country, Xinni, there was indeed a rebellion for more than ten years. The idle rebels occupied a small island area from south to north in Xinni. Due to many reasons, Xinni has not broken through here.It turned out that they had arrived at Li Jingtian's hometown. Lin Chen looked at the darkened rocks in front of him and sneered.

The villager kept chattering behind them. Suddenly, Lin Chen stopped: "What did you just say?"

"I... I didn't say anything?"

At this time, Duanyang also asked: "You said, that uncle just now, his parents have passed away long ago?"

"Yes, he passed away a long time ago. My poor younger brother is probably sick and confused. He thought my second uncle and aunt were here."

Hearing this, Duanyang seemed to think of something, put his hand into the pocket of his trousers, and grabbed Lin Chen.There was some noise on the starboard side of the deck. The dead body of a middle-aged man was exposed to the sun on the deck. Two fishermen who looked like fishermen set up a large net and wrapped the dead body from head to tail. thrown into the sea.Seeing this situation, Lin Chen felt a little ringing in his ears. He could hardly hear the wailing, but he was deeply impressed by the moment when the corpse was thrown into the sea.

The fishing net was tied with stones, and the body that had lost its soul was wrapped in a parabola in the air and sank straight into the water.

Everyone on the boat looked towards the body throwing place, at this moment, Duanyang held his hand.

"Consultant Lin, do you know that only a simple operation is needed to save that uncle."

This sentence is somewhat inexplicable, and what is even more inexplicable is Duanyang's actions.

He looked at the young man, who grinned bitterly at him.After finishing speaking, Duanyang let go of his hand, and walked forward as if nothing happened.

Lin Chen was terrified, and there was a small and warm ring clinging to his palm, which was quietly handed over by Duanyang by taking the opportunity to speak.

Lin Chen didn't dare to look at that thing in the crowd, the ghost knows what Duanyang suddenly handed over.Taking the opportunity of queuing up to go ashore, he and Duanyang were once again at the end.

"what?"

"I don't know, I just found it in my pocket."

"Is it yours?"

"I don't remember having this in my pocket. It was probably stuffed by the dead uncle before he died."

"How did you know?"

"I remembered that when the uncle talked about his parents, he seemed to put his hand on my trouser pocket. What do you think this is, Consultant Lin?"

Duanyang asked him so.

Lin Chen thought how could I possibly know what this is, even if I was kidnapped, I could still meet a stowaway who died suddenly in the cabin, and what was even more weird was that the stowaway told a lie before he died and quietly put a ring You stuffed a circular hoop in your pocket, and the key point is that you gave it to me, why can I bump into anything?

"Aren't you a psychologist, can't you speculate on that uncle's dying psychology?"

Lin Chen felt that since Xing Conglian left, his temper might not be very good, otherwise he would not be as impatient when he heard Duanyang say this: "I'm not a fortune teller."

"But……"

"Think of you as a deathbed stowaway with delusional memories who handed you his family heirloom."

"But you clearly know that's not the case, that uncle... that uncle is very strange."

"Where is the strangeness?"

"Gastric perforation is not a common disease in ocean voyages, how could he suddenly have gastric perforation?" Duanyang murmured.

"Smugglers, stomach perforation, why is it so uncommon?" Lin Chen asked back.

Duanyang frowned, lowered his voice and leaned into his ear and said, "You said that there were drugs in his stomach, or that he swallowed something hard before leaving, which caused his stomach to be perforated?"

"I don't know, this is your judgment as a doctor, but it should not be drugs."

"Why?"

"Do you think the smugglers who own this line still need to smuggle drugs through human flesh?"

"You've already guessed it!" Duanyang gave him a depressed look.

"A person who still remembers to leave clues for you before he dies. He is among the smugglers, and he is not a drug dealer. Who is that?"

"It can't be an undercover agent."

Duanyang's voice was a little loud, Lin Chen couldn't help kicking his calf, the young man staggered, and suddenly there was a strange look in his eyes: "What did he give me?"

"This size is either a family heirloom or a positioning device." Lin Chen held the ring tightly in his hand, "This is just speculation, mainly to give you some confidence in your survival. Remember not to tell anyone about this thing , Fortunately, he secretly stuffed it into your pocket, if it is given to you in a fair and honest manner, will you yell that the whole world will know about it?"

While talking, they have been taken to a place that looks like a customs on the shore, but it is not so much a customs, it is more like the oldest transfer station for human trafficking in the 18th and 19th centuries.There are a few wooden tables in a small two-story building by the sea, and office workers sit with their feet up at the tables, and an electric fan is blowing on the ceiling.The room was full of smugglers brought in from all directions, including men and women, and even people who looked like beggars.The office staff inspected everyone like cattle, and there were endless cries and protests.They pulled the women's clothes back, squeezed their breasts, and bargained with the smugglers.

After the transaction is concluded, the office staff takes out the stamp and taps on their "goods", sometimes on the face, sometimes on the back of the hand, to indicate ownership.

Lin Chen and Duanyang were taken out separately and sent to a table in the corner.There are python and cheetah flags on the table, and the office worker is sleeping on the table.

The person escorting them woke up the office staff and communicated in an unknown language for a long time. Suddenly, the office staff nodded, picked up the seal on the table, and tapped it on the back of their hands.

Duan Yang rubbed the python and cheetah patterned stamps on his hands vigorously, only to realize that they couldn't be rubbed off at all. He said to Lin Chen with a mournful face, "Consultant Lin, we have become pork in the meat factory."

"Well, it's still the kind that passed the quarantine."

"Stop joking."

They were taken out of the small building individually, and finally came to a dilapidated military airfield.

A transport helicopter with rusty wings was waiting there, but the people sitting in the cabin were not emaciated smugglers. Instead, there were a group of heavily armed mercenaries. They had sharp eyes and raised their chins to look at Lin Chen. them.Obviously, they will be transported to unknown places together with these mercenaries.

This shows two points. First, the place they are going to is very unsafe; second, the kidnappers want them to reach their destination as soon as possible, so they choose helicopter transportation, which is more expensive than sea transportation.

Lin Chen looked at Duanyang's face. I'm afraid this young doctor who covered his mouth and nose and was dissatisfied with the air in the cabin didn't know how terrible the situation he was in.

He glanced at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window, put the relic of the middle-aged man who did not leave any name on his index finger, and his gaze finally fell on the blue stamp on the back of his hand.

……

Just as Lin Chen was scratching his head and thinking about the meaning of the python and cheetah patterns on the back of his hand, Xing Conglian was stepping on a tree stump, holding up his binoculars, and looking coldly at Zaratul's arrogant golden banner in the distance.

The python wrapped around the cheetah symbolizes Zaratul's own ambition to swallow an elephant, but this is not the point. The point is that all the entrances and exits around the mine are heavily guarded, and it doesn't look like it has been abandoned for a long time in the legend.

Smoke and dust billowed in the distance, and low cement factory buildings stretched into stretches. Some factories collapsed in half, exposing the rusty tower cranes inside.In the remaining intact factory buildings, it seems that some people are still coming in and out.There are even helicopters circling from a distance and landing in the mining area.

It is true that the mining area is abandoned, but just the scale of vehicles coming and going within an hour shows that it is not exactly what the intelligence said.

"Boss, is this... Is Zaratul running a secret factory here?" Kang An's uneasy voice sounded in his ears.

"Are the Gaomeng people really here? This is the trap you said? Why did Zaratul's militants drive all the Gaomeng people here?" This question belongs to the dynasty.

"Do you look like a fortune teller, boss?" Xing Conglian asked impatiently.

"Boss Xing, where are my people? Are they dead? Why can't I see them?" The bar owner also pulled him and asked.

"There." Xing Conglian stretched out his hand and replied casually pointing at a dilapidated factory building in the distance.

Modanaer snatched their binoculars and looked at them for a long time: "It seems that there are many soldiers surrounding that factory building. Why do you think my people are locked up there?"

"The places we passed along the way have shown the route of your people. They were driven here from east to northwest, and they will inevitably encounter the long-awaited resistance of Zaratul militants. Since they encounter resistance, your people will Choose to find a bunker, if they are not killed, they will enter that factory building to hide." Xing Conglian said.

"Fuck it, does that mean Zaratul's bastards are besieging my people? I'm going to fight them!"

After the bar owner finished speaking, he rolled up his sleeves with enthusiasm and was about to rush over.

Xing Conglian kicked the man to the ground: "Sir, if you walk another 50 meters, you will step on a minefield. Can you go there and not drag me down?"

The bar owner was so frightened that he hurried back.

"Boss, what are we going to do now? The Gaomeng people are really trapped in that factory building. What's going on?" Wang Chao asked.

"Ghost knows, it's all here, let's go in and have a look." Xing Conglian glanced at Kang An, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.