Criminal Psychology

It's such a simple question that it won't take a second glance no matter if it appears in the corner of any magazine or book in this library.

But it happens to be here.

Countless possibilities flashed in Xing Conglian's mind, such as some unlucky kid wrote a sentence casually, and they happened to turn it over by accident, but in fact he also knew very well that the other so-called possibilities were not valid.

From the time when Lin Chen received this text message, until they were led here step by step, searched the bookshelf, turned to this hidden periodical, and saw this sentence, it means that someone deliberately wrote this question here, that People are sure that Lin Chen will see it.

This is obviously related to Lin Chen's past.

After probably knowing what was going on, Xing Conglian was no longer worried.

"what is this?"

He spread the book calmly, turned it around, pointed the book towards Lin Chen, pointed to the interrogative sentences about choices in the gaps in the pages, and opened his mouth as if asking a very ordinary question.

"It's a question and an answer."

Lin Chen's answer was still very personal, but Xing Conglian didn't think he was hiding anything.

"What's the problem?" Xing Cong asked, looking directly into his eyes.

"The last time I was forced to answer this question was when I met Feng Peilin on the Taiqian Bridge last year." Lin Chen paused, and said clearly and methodically, "He asked me on behalf of someone: In the world of grains of sand, in this confrontation between the tiny and the huge, I will choose which side to stand on."

"Why are you so literary?" Xing Conglian frowned slightly when he heard the word "Feng Peilin". Even though it was an expected name, it completely represented a past about Lin Chen that he had never touched.

Now, this past event suddenly popped up without warning, Lin Chen straightened his back, his eyes were cool, and he was obviously ready to uncover the scar.

Xing Conglian couldn't bear it, he calmed down, and continued to ask: "What does a grain of sand, small, and large indicate respectively, and what is the so-called 'choice'?"

"It's also hard for me to guess clearly. 'A grain of sand' refers to individual consciousness, 'tiny' refers to theirs, and 'magnificent' may refer to the moral and legal system of the entire society. The translation of Feng Peilin's entire sentence is to ask me, if they want to be anti-social, Ask me if I can help them, but don't take this sentence as a request, it's showing off." Lin Chen subconsciously rubbed his fingers on the countertop with some irritability, "It's really annoying." He emphasized.

At this moment, Lin Chen finally has the breath of a living person, he is not sad, he just simply hates these things.

"Since we talked about this matter, there is a question I must ask, why did you leave at that time?"

"Because Feng Peilin is dead." Lin Chen replied, "In fact, I know very well that his last step is to kill someone and then commit suicide, which means that he doesn't know how to swim, and there is no reason for him to survive if he fell into the river. I lured him to commit suicide by myself, but didn't tell you about it, which is not in compliance with the legal procedures, and it is also flawed on the moral level. To be honest, I feel ashamed, so I choose to leave."

"So, you didn't like me then?" Xing Conglian asked suddenly, "Didn't it fall in love at first sight?"

"Why do you talk more beside the topic than Dynasty?"

"Very important question, more important than those crap things."

"At that time, I just thought you were handsome, the type I liked, and didn't see your inner beauty."

Lin Chen replied very sincerely, Xing Conglian didn't know whether to cry or laugh for a while.

"What about you?" Lin Chen also paused and asked him.

"I thought you were beautiful inside, with a mysterious aura that attracted me, but now..." Xing Conglian hooked his fingers towards Lin Chen, and Lin Chen subconsciously leaned towards him, and he kissed in the sun Lin Chen's pinnae, and said, "Now I think you look good."

Lin Chen's face was obviously flushed red, obviously they had done everything, but Lin Chen was still shy in an inadvertent moment, Xing Conglian enjoyed this moment very much.

Probably because he finished flirting with Lin Chen, the atmosphere was not so heavy, and it was a little drowsy under the warm sunshine.

He closed the book, and the question and answer reached the most critical moment. He solemnly said, "Since Feng Peilin is dead, who exactly left this sentence here, and who sent you a text message to lead you to see it."

"Xing Conglian..." Lin Chen drew a long tone and looked at him leisurely.

"arrive."

"As expected, you haven't read the dossier from back then." Lin Chen said, "I mean, Huang Ze is still brooding about the incident of me killing her sister."

"Although I haven't read the file, I know roughly what it was like when Huang Ze first came to Hongjing to trouble you." Xing Conglian honestly blamed him, "It was Fu Haofei who wanted to tell me. "

Lin Chen was stunned for a moment, which was obviously beyond his expectation: "You already knew the whole story?"

"No, Fu Hao only said that it was a railway problem. You were forced to choose between four people and 16 people, but he didn't tell me what kind of choice you made."

"He's really troublesome." Lin Chen lowered his head, his expression was gloomy, and he couldn't see any energy for joking.But it was Lin Chen. After a while, he seemed to be finally ready. He raised his head, looked straight into his eyes, and asked resolutely, "So, do you want to hear my version here?"

……

It was an agreement between Lin Chen and him to buy wine after listening to the story.

Xing Cong ran downstairs and bought two cans of Yongchuan Junsheng at the convenience store. When he turned back, Lin Chen didn't run away again. Instead, he laid out two chairs facing the window leisurely, with his feet on the window sill and knees on his knees. with the 1975 American Psychologist they had just found.

Lin Chen looked down at the collection of essays, his back in a white shirt looked like the most popular senior among girls on campus.

Xing Conglian felt peaceful in his heart, and felt that no matter what kind of story he heard, it didn't matter.

He walked over and pressed Lin Chen's face with a beer can. Lin Chen kissed the back of his hand, reached out to take the beer, stabbed it, opened the can by himself, and took a big gulp.

Xing Conglian ignored him, but sat down on a stool beside him, hooked his hands on Lin Chen's back, and put his feet up on the window sill just like Lin Chen.

Lin Chen's cheeks flushed slightly after drinking, but he was not drunk.

"Fu Hao told you about the railroad problem." Lin Chen asked, "What exactly did he say?"

"He said that for some reason, 20 children were thrown on the track to play, and 4 of them persuaded the other 16 people that there will be a train passing on the track we are walking on, so let's go to the other side, but the rest The 16 children didn't listen and chose to stay where they were. At this moment, a train passed by and rushed straight at the 16 people, and you are the one who can pull the lever and have the opportunity to sacrifice the few to save the many." Xing Conglian Summarized succinctly, "Fu Hao probably said this about this issue, but he didn't say the result."

"Do you want to know the result?" Lin Chen asked.

"I don't think the result is important." Xing Conglian replied.

Lin Chen never thought that he would say that, he looked at him strangely, but almost said to himself: "How can it be unimportant?"

"Because this is a problem with almost no correct answer." Xing Conglian took a sip of beer, "I remember this should be an ethical issue?"

"In fact, it is the most famous thought experiment in moral philosophy, first published by Philippa Ford in 1967 as a critique of utilitarianism and an attack on Kant's moral deontology. The original version was not like this, and the experiment Now it has been changed into a variety of strange appearances, but it still has a very profound meaning."

"Philosophers are always playing with fire. This is a very dangerous question." Xing Conglian said, "In this question, the duties and responsibilities of track monitors are discussed, and the value of lives of the majority and the minority is discussed. Once the debate gets to the end, it's easy to slip into moral nihilism. Both sides, who think the lever should or shouldn't be pulled, will be stubborn. They insist that their point of view must be right, that there must be a moment in the confrontation, and all People suddenly realize that there is no such thing as morality and immorality, right or wrong.”

"Your point of view is always so special." Lin Chen raised the beer can and touched him lightly, "I want to hear you explain in detail."

"Choices represent different values. Take the joystick as an example. If the trackman pulls the joystick to change the direction of the train so that it crashes less and saves more, then he is tantamount to indirectly acknowledging the value that the lives of the many are more important than the few." And obviously, in modern society, this action is tantamount to violating social rules and depriving others of their right to life, that is, killing people."

"What if he doesn't choose anything?" Lin Chen asked.

"Not making a choice is also a choice." Xing Conglian replied, "He believes that he must abide by social rules and cannot save others by depriving some people of their lives. Behind this choice is actually a trap. He is tantamount to admitting that after observing the social rules, the lives of a few are more worth maintaining than the lives of the majority. Since the value of each person's life is infinite, it cannot be measured by superimposed numbers. Why does this matter after adding social rules? become measurable?”

"But it sounds like the latter is a better choice?" Lin Chen smiled with a quiet face, "After all, if it is generalized, rules and justice come first, and rules safeguard the normal operation of human civilization."

Xing Conglian paused, but Lin Chen did not expect to ask this question: "If we really want to infer this, then the former choice is to protect the interests of the vast majority of human beings and ensure the survival of human beings. Rules, and the reasons for maintaining the normal operation of society.” When he said this, he also felt that the questioner was very unreasonable, “So in essence, these two choices are also moral utilitarian viewpoints, the former situational utilitarianism and the latter rule utilitarianism, They lead to the same goal by different routes, and there is no point in asking the question."

"No, I think it is still full of meaning." Lin Chen objected to his point of view for the first time, he took a sip of wine and said drunkenly, "Philosophers design similar questions to think about the past experience and future destiny of mankind. Speculative exploration of human's inner moral thinking and external social system is an extremely beautiful thing in itself." With a firm tone, he raised the extremely ordinary green wine jar to the sun, as if paying homage to someone from afar.

At this time, the temperature of the sun is no longer as terrifying as it was at noon, and it looks gentle and tender.

The trees outside the window are green and green everywhere, and the scenery is very pleasant.

Xing Conglian raised the beer can and took a big gulp.

During the question and answer period, he was guided by Lin Chen to the core of the question, but he felt that just thinking and answering such virtual questions was already too difficult and annoying.

But Lin Chen actually experienced such a moral dilemma, but this experience did not destroy him fundamentally.He remains steadfast in his convictions and full of respect for the world.

Xing Conglian looked at Lin Chen's side face toasting, and couldn't help reaching out to stroke his face.

Lin Chen turned his head, a look of astonishment flashed across his expression.

"Hey, what's the matter." Lin Chen brushed his nose with his thumb and asked.

"Then Lin Chen, at that time, what choice did you make?"