Criminal Psychology

I don't know who said that every reunion is for the next separation.

The underlying meaning of this sentence is that reunion is not necessarily a good thing.

For Lin Chen, he can't decide whether the reunion arranged by fate is good or bad. He only knows that waiting for the reunion is a difficult thing.

The sun was shining quietly, and the cafeteria was very quiet.

The staff at the rest station brought brown blankets, and the first batch of female policemen who arrived were pouring tea for the passengers. Seeing the policewoman's unhurried movements, Lin Chen realized that Xing Conglian should have found him.

"When are you going to take notes? We're in a hurry to go home!" A passenger held a paper cup, his tone slightly impatient.

"That's right, just leave two people to talk about it!" The passenger on the side echoed.

"Wait for a while." The female policeman smiled very gently, "The colleagues in the forensic department in front haven't finished cleaning up the scene yet, the expressway is passing at the speed limit, and the newly transferred car from the passenger transport department is also stuck in the middle of the road."

"Forensics is also needed, just like filming TV!"

"It's been almost two hours, haven't you finished yet?"

"Why are you fighting like this, we're all fine, the kids are just playing tricks!"

Several older women expressed their opinions in twos and threes. Lin Chen still sat in a very corner. It was a little cold in the corner, but it was very quiet because of it. He carefully observed everyone's expressions, and a strange feeling gradually rose in his heart.

When the robbery was brought up again, everyone looked relaxed and indifferent. Not only did they not have any post-traumatic stress reactions, but they blamed the police for making a fuss.His gaze finally fell on the face of the policewoman, who gently brushed her long hair behind her ears. Unfortunately, he did not find any signs of nervousness or solemnity on the beautiful face of the policewoman. mood.

So, the reason why everyone is still here now, except for Xing Conglian's order, is probably because of the traffic jam behind.

Lin Chen gradually felt that the situation was a little serious.

He looked out of the window, and there were turquoise reeds extending to the end of the world, and when the wind blew, they rippled like the sea.

The space gradually became quiet, and gradually became too quiet.

Suddenly, Lin Chen heard some footsteps coming from downstairs. It was the typical sound of police boots hitting the marble floor, and the sound became more and more dense. It seemed that many people came downstairs. It should be the police brigade People and horses arrived.

Those people step into the hall, round the corner and go up the stairs...

Realizing this, Lin Chen suddenly felt nervous. This kind of tension would not make his hands sweat and his body tremble, but it was enough to interrupt all thoughts in an instant. He obviously felt that his heart was beating fast and his brain was blank. , even in this moment, will not be recalled.

He's nervous, he's nervous about someone coming.

click.

Lin Chen raised his head subconsciously when the leather boots stepped on the last step.

If it is said that the tension is a conditioned reflex for no reason, then the tension fades away only in an instant.

The figure at the top of the stairs is very tall and straight, like a lone peak piled up with rocks, and also very steep, like a frosty winter night.

The man's police uniform was straight, with silver stars shining on his shoulders. The man's surname was Huang, Zhou Wu Chen Huang's Huang.

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Xing Conglian had just entered Fengjing School when he received the call from Wang Chao.

"Boss, it's bad. Inspector Huang is going to take experts to the rest station to take notes. You hurry up. I'm afraid that my Chen will be murdered if it's too late!"

On the other end of the phone, Wang Chao spit out a bunch of words like a cannonball, because he pronounced too fast, Xing Conglian couldn't hear clearly: "Which inspector are you talking about?"

"Huang Ze, Huang Ze, Huang Ze!" Zhao Chao was almost dying, "I have already sent you the best driving route for the high-speed traffic jam, thank you!"

Before Wang Chao finished speaking, Xing Conglian heard a new message alert from his mobile phone. He looked down and saw that it was a new email.

"What's the matter, Captain Xing?" Yang Dianfeng seemed to vaguely sense the urgency of the voice on the other end of the phone, and couldn't help asking with concern.

Xing Conglian frowned, then quickly turned around and ran to the jeep on the side of the road.

The spring breeze outside the school is due to the hustle and bustle of young people, and the hustle and bustle in the cafeteria is all because of the arrival of several policemen

Passengers in the corner of the hall stood up one after another, daylight came in from the floor-to-ceiling windows and the high transparent ceiling, Huang Ze stood at the stairs, but couldn't hear any sounds around him.

The sun was too bright, and the beige marble reflected most of the light. Huang Ze felt something stabbed his eyes, and he was in a trance.

He seemed to see Lin Chen, and it was indeed Lin Chen.

But Lin Chen's body should be in the rolling river, and Lin Chen's soul should be in some cemetery...

But Lin Chen was standing among the passengers, his eyes were clear, and his hair was slightly moist from the sun.

Huang Ze suddenly wanted to laugh.

He saw Lin Chen put down the paper cup in his hand, turned around and put on the scarf for the old man beside him, said something that seemed to calm his emotions, and then walked over slowly.

Sure enough, it was Lin Chen, even if he told a big lie, even if someone broke him on the spot, he still remained calm and unapologetic.

As Lin Chen got closer, Huang Ze's fist became tighter and tighter.

Finally, Lin Chen finally stopped in front of him.

He was condescending, looking into Lin's eyes, trying to see any apology or guilt, but no, Lin Chen was still very calm and indifferent, as if he was looking at a stranger.

At that moment, Huang Ze couldn't restrain the anger in his heart anymore, he swung his fist violently and punched Lin Chen on the cheek.

It was a punch with all the strength in his body, and Lin Chen staggered violently, but he didn't relieve his hatred. Seeing Lin Chen covered his face and took two steps back, he clenched his fist again and swung forward.

Lin Chen was a little dizzy from the beating, the pain came second, his eyes fell into a brief darkness, and he lost any ability to move. He realized that Huang Ze was punching him again. He felt that he should dodge, but his body didn't obey the command at all.

However, the second punch didn't arrive as expected, Huang Ze didn't know what was wrong, his fist seemed to change position in mid-air, and landed on his shoulder, and he was grabbed directly by someone.

When Lin Chen came to his senses, his tinnitus was severe, his face was burning hot, and his mouth was full of bloody taste.

He felt his face being pressed against some hard cloth, and he didn't realize that he was being hugged tightly by Huang Ze until his heartbeat sounded.

"Why don't you die?" He heard Huang Ze whisper in his ear.

He could clearly feel that Huang Ze's voice was a little choked up, but why was it choked up?

Lin Chen felt strange and embarrassed, he didn't know where to put his hands, but Huang Ze didn't intend to let go.

In the end, it was a question from someone next to him that saved him.

"You are Lin Chen?"

The speaker had fluffy and messy curly hair on his head, and those hairs almost covered his eyes. Lin Chenxun glanced at the other party.

Huang Ze felt like he had just woken up from a dream, and pushed him away violently like throwing trash.

Lin Chen covered his face and looked up, and saw a head of fluffy and messy curly hair.

"As expected, you are not dead. Inspector Huang has been sad for a long time?" The man's tone was very casual, as if he had expected this matter with confidence.

"I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Jiang Zhe." Seeing that he didn't react, Jiang Zhe was a little dazed, and there was a hint of sarcasm on his face, "The new psychology consultant of Hongjing City Bureau."

Oh, it turned out to be Xing Conglian's colleague.

Lin Chen nodded and stretched out his hand naturally.

However, Jiang Zhe did not reach out his hand: "1111 Extraordinary Murder Case, your suspicion has not been cleared, I will not shake hands with the murderer."

Jiang Zhe's voice was loud, and all the eyes in the hall were focused on him.

Oh, it really is Huang Ze's friend.

Lin Chen withdrew his hand and bowed politely. Since he had greeted him and had nothing else to say, he walked towards his seat.

"Why are you here? Is this carjacking related to you? You still want to be famous so much!"

Jiang Zhe asked questions like cannonballs from behind, Lin Chen had to stop again, turned around, looked at Jiang Zhe's slightly raised eyebrows and mocking lips, he thought for a while before seriously answering: "No, I just happened to pass by, An unlucky victim."

As if offended, Jiang Zhe suddenly turned up the volume: "Yes, victim, you were also a victim in Feng Peilin's case last time. I read the file, and you jumped into the river with your arms around the victim! You are so intuitive, Do you know that someone has been watching you for three years? You are helping Feng Peilin escape, it’s just that the idiot policeman won’t suspect you!”

Jiang Zhe spoke very fast, his voice was cold, and the whole glass window seemed to be shaking, because the voice was too loud, and he was tired from speaking, so he paused.

At this moment, a light and casual voice came from downstairs: "Hey, Expert Jiang, it's not good to speak ill of people behind their backs."

Jiang Zhe was taken aback suddenly.

Lin Chen was also taken aback suddenly.