Criminal Psychology

Hongjing Municipal Bureau, command center.

Intensive phone calls rang everywhere, and nearly thirty police officers sat in several rows to receive the latest news from all sides.

"Understood, is the main road in Plum Village right?"

"I'll connect you to the special line three."

"Sorry, this part of the information is temporarily kept secret, and you will be notified of the latest progress."

They are like weavers sitting on a dense information network, summarizing and refining countless information, condensing it into the most useful short report, and submitting it upward again.

The hall was full of voices, and the police officers shuttled like weaving.So much so that no one paid too much attention when even the head of the provincial department accompanied him to arrive.

The visitor was wearing the simplest iron-gray work clothes, the cuffs and necklines were washed white, with gray hair and the most common gold-rimmed reading glasses, he looked no different from the old man raising children and grandchildren on the street.

The only difference is that the old man is full of travel and dust, and besides wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and brows, there is also deep tiredness, but even so, you can still see the unique majesty of the superior from his gaze behind the reading glasses.

In fact, if there were no special accidents, the police officers present would only see leaders of this level on TV throughout their lives.

Behind the old man are the police experts, experts in the emergency department, professors in the medical department who accompanied him, and even Academician Zhang, Mr. Zhang's coveted mentor.

In the entire hall, Comrade Zhang Xiaolong, the dog-legged second seat of Xing Conglian, was the first to discover the situation.

The policewoman stood up from her seat and saluted. She was just about to report to the boss, but the old man had already waved to them. Go through the entire hall and come to the innermost command room door.

A piece of floor-to-ceiling glass separates the hall from the conductor, like two separate worlds.

The noise outside was in stark contrast to the silence inside. Xing Conglian was the only person in the huge room, and the air was stagnant. He was not busy, but was sitting quietly in front of the TV, smoking a cigarette and watching the news on the news. Plum Village city wants to attack news.

The head of the provincial department wanted to raise his hand to knock on the door, but was stopped by the old man.

A group of people stared at the screen through the glass, as if watching a silent movie.

The tragic scene of the clothing market in Plum Village flashed across the TV screen.

When the incident happened, it was the peak time of the afternoon shipments in the clothing market, and the up and down escalators were crowded with porters carrying large and small bags.There are too many blind spots in the monitoring, and it is impossible to verify where the incident happened. Someone rushed to the escalator and rushed down like crazy.Immediately, the crowd pushed each other and fell from the elevator, trampled and crushed, and the crowd who didn't know the truth frantically wanted to escape, and then never escaped again.

The camera pans across a brown bloodstain from top to bottom, and a child's sandals are left on the railing.

There are no injured people in the picture, and the scene has been cleared. Under the dusty incandescent light, there are only large pieces of messy colorful clothes, like shells that have lost their souls, floating leisurely one by one.

After the news screen ended, the old man opened the door and went in.

On the LCD screen, the TV screen has been transferred to the hospital, and the host is broadcasting the list of dead, injured and missing persons. Every name sounds very heavy.

Xing Conglian asked to get up, and when he turned around to see the old man, there was not much surprise or shock in his eyes, he frowned, his eyes were as deep as a pool of water.

"Minister Shen." He saluted the old man calmly and then put down his hands. This attitude shocked many people around.

"Don't waste time, we have read the latest briefing on the way here, can the criminal be caught within 24 hours?"

Mr. Minister was unexpectedly straightforward. He sat down at the circular table in the command room with a mighty team of experts, and said this to Xing Conglian.

"It's hard." Xing Conglian only said two words.

"What do you mean?" The old man raised his eyes sharply, "You tell me it's hard to face so many dead people? No, get me off this seat, I'll put someone else on!" The old man slammed the table and scolded road.

Standing in front of the glass curtain wall filled with densely packed strategies, Xing Conglian did not shrink back because of the old man's anger.

The news is interviewing eyewitnesses at the time of the clothing market incident. The middle-aged woman was covered in blood, and her voice sounded terrified: "I told them not to squeeze, no one listened, they all went crazy."

Xing Conglian lifted the remote control and turned the volume down.

"This is not a simple assault case." Xing Conglian said.

The old man was impatient and asked, "I don't need to listen to the difficulty. When can I get Shen Lian's statement?"

"Shen Lian's confession is probably not as easy as catching a criminal." In front of so many people, Xing Conglian still didn't give face to the big leader.

"Xing Conglian!" Minister Shen didn't raise his voice, but real anger finally appeared in his eyes.

The chief secretary hurriedly winked at the captain of the criminal police in front of the glass panel.

But Xing Conglian didn't accept it: "It doesn't make any sense for you to get angry with me here." He paused, and said very clearly, "The criminals are just playing with us for a time lag. The time lag between the drug causing a huge and nasty social impact."

"The current social influence is not bad enough?" Minister Shen said coldly.

"Compared with the effect the other party wants to achieve, now, it's just an appetizer."

Xing Conglian's voice had a deep, metal-like texture. He didn't deliberately make the sentence gloomy, but this sentence still made many people in the room shudder secretly.

"What exactly are the demands of the criminals? So far, no organization or individual has declared responsibility for this matter?" Fearing that the old man would be punished, the head of the provincial department came out to smooth things over.

"Appeal?" Xing Conglian's eyes were cold. He turned around and erased a large piece of useless water-based pen writing on the glass behind him, and wrote three words with a red pen.

The edges of the handwriting appeared blurred, and the old man narrowed his eyes.

Xing Conglian stopped, turned around and looked down at the experts in the entire office, and said in an unprecedented cold tone, "Killing people, what's so great about killing people? His purpose is to kill people's hearts."

Many experts who have sufficient subject knowledge preparations were shocked by the excitement, but they quickly reacted to it.

"The blind arbiter is talking about the purposelessness of natural selection..." Academician Zhang stared at the glass plate and said, "And...human evolution...morality, and genes?"

"Yes, Gene."

Xing Conglian calmly relayed Lin Chen’s point of view to him. He said: “More and more studies have proved that anti-social personality, or some criminals, may be born with criminal genes, such as the soldier code-named MAOA. Genes affect the neurotransmitters in people's brains, making people feel abnormally irritable and difficult to control; or the mutant gene that produces a large number of 5-H2TA receptors will weaken the function of the frontal frame cortex, causing people to have emotional disorders and impulsive behaviors, etc... "

Before Xing Conglian could finish speaking, he was interrupted.

"Genetic determinism is the most powerful argument to justify criminal behavior. How can you, a policeman, agree with this view!" said the grumpy medical expert.

"I don't agree with it, but it is taken for granted that this is a view recognized by criminals. Therefore, we believe that the behind-the-scenes of all incidents must convey two views on behalf of the criminal group. First, all human behaviors that are defined as crimes are Under the influence of the brain, the criminal is not responsible for his actions. That's why he developed and spread this dehumanizing drug."

It seems to be in response to these words that Lin Chen should have explained, but Xing Conglian said on his behalf.

Emergency room footage appeared on television.

Even though the volume of the TV has been turned off to the lowest level, the inhuman roar still seems to be able to escape the screen through the curtain.

"If the TERN isomer affects the human brain and causes people to commit crimes, can people not be responsible for their criminal behavior?" Xing Conglian asked, but did not give anyone time to answer, "The answer is yes, because we now put All persons affected by the drug are deemed victims.

He asked again: "In this case, if the criminal takes the TERN isomer and commits another crime, will he be exempted from punishment?" He paused and said, "The answer is very likely, because we cannot identify everyone who is affected by the drug. The ins and outs."

"And if you think this is sinister, then the hidden problems of criminals are really deadly. In mass panic incidents, there is a third situation that inevitably occurs: many people who have not been affected by any drugs are only for themselves. Bao also committed violations against others in a general sense, are they responsible for this?" Xing Conglian pointed to the TV screen and asked the most deafening question: "If our answer is that it cannot be judged or convicted, then he will Ask the world - why should criminals be held accountable for their crimes?"

Xing Conglian had an awe-inspiring manner, with a cold and cruel look in his eyes.

Someone immediately retorted: "There is a problem with the premise. The TERN isomer is a special situation. Under normal circumstances, people can control their own behavior."

"They think they can't, they're born psychopaths."

"This is a sophistry. The law restricts human behavior regardless of personal will. Whether you can control yourself has nothing to do with whether the law can restrain you!"

"Why should the law restrain me?" Xing Conglian asked.

"Natural jurisprudence, social contract..."

"Society has nothing to do with me, I am an independent individual!"

"The essence of human beings lies in their sociality!" The expert who quarreled with Xing Conglian shouted.

At this time, Xing Conglian suddenly stopped.

He withdrew his previous aggressive momentum, he lowered his raised fingers, his eyes were far away, as if looking through a long history, and he asked calmly: "So what if social morality itself...is wrong?"

No one answered this question.

The room fell into a night-like silence, just like his mood when Lin Chen asked him this question.

Xing Conglian knew that it was inappropriate for him to think of Lin Chen, but it was reasonable.

At that time, Lin Chen was sitting in the library, with peaceful eyes, and explained to him the frightening thoughts after all these series of events.

Lin Chen asked him, since people always like to get to the bottom of the question, what is the ultimate answer to the question of "why a person becomes a criminal"?

Xing Conglian couldn't answer, he didn't even want to hear Lin Chen answer this question.

Because Lin Chen's thinking on this issue obviously ran through the long and dark three years after Huang Weiwei's death. This was a question raised by the mastermind behind the scenes and tortured his soul day and night.

What is morality?

How did law based on morality come into being?

Why do people become criminals by violating legal rules?

"If this is just an ordinary criminal, he has achieved his goal when he proves that we lack objective standards for the definition of criminal behavior." Xing Conglian said, "But it is clear that the criminals we are going to face this time have ambitions Bobo, he wants to be anti-society, but what he is fighting against is not the social system, but what he is fighting against is the moral code on which each of us lives.”

Since the punishment began to be aggressive, Minister Shen has been silent until now, the old man raised his head too much, and said slowly: "What if...social moral standards...can't be trusted?"

"Yes, since everything is the result of random selection, there is actually no morality, no justice, no goodness, and no moral standards that we have invented. Human nature is selfish, and we can do whatever it takes to survive, so What is in line with nature cannot be miscalculated, and it should not be punished."

While the idea is terribly grandiose, it's also ridiculously grandiose.

The expert who sat down to do strategy research heard this, and couldn't help but sneered and said, "An idiot talks about dreams, and a mayfly shakes a tree. How can he prove that people are naturally selfish by fanning the flames everywhere?" The middle-aged man pursed his lips and pointed at the TV. , "The more he does, the more people come out and prove him wrong."

The news has moved to the next stage, and instead of broadcasting the riots in the Plum Village clothing market, it began to tell about the incident of righteous deeds that took place at the Plum Village Railway Station.

A young train station trainee employee named Lu Xiaotian prevented the poisoning case at the train station. However, due to excessive drug intake, Lu Xiaotian had acute brain failure and was dying.

The words used in the news were very touching. In the aisle in front of the ward, the reporter almost applied all the words of honor and justice to this 22-year-old young man.

And many people in the conductor looked pitifully, but Xing Conglian didn't look back. He interrupted the moment cruelly: "You are so stupid." He said.

The strategist slapped the table, his rank was much higher than Xing Conglian, so he rebuked confidently: "Is Xing Conglian right? There is no real point in talking about it, no wonder you can't catch criminals and ask for a confession!"

Xing Conglian put one hand in his pocket, looking down at the strategist not far away who questioned him.

In fact, how can the murderer say that it is unreasonable? Obviously a little verbal violation can cause people who should be united to fall apart, so when it comes to the interests of life and death, who can guarantee that the moral values ​​upheld by this society will not be shaken.

Xing Conglian said: "I say you are stupid because, since you have read the briefing, you should know about the voting incidents that took place on the dark web. Then you think that the murderer fanned the flames everywhere just to satisfy some Internet perverts who want to see violence and blood. Event desire?"

"You!" The strategist was left speechless by the question, and turned to say, "Didn't you also say that he wants to prove that people are not responsible for their crimes, but this kind of proof has no practical significance, and legal enforcement is not his responsibility." No matter how dissatisfied he is, he has to accept his fate!"

"As I said, this is just an appetizer." Xing Conglian turned around and drew a map of the three provinces freehand on the glass plate with a bright red water-based pen. "The appetizer proves that he has the ability to threaten our social security. Widely spread in the news media After the broadcast, after all the people feel insecure, he can move to the second stage."

Xing Conglian threw away his pen, pointed to the map on the glass plate and asked, "Suppose this voting didn't take place on the dark web, and assume that everyone in the real world has the right to vote?"

Like a storm or thunder.

This is Xing Conglian's mood after hearing Lin Chen's question, and now, in this simple command room, in front of the rolling TV news, everyone in front of him finally understands his mood at that time .

Shocked, then overwhelmed.

But Lin Chen asked him more than that, Lin Chen asked him: "Xing Conglian, have you ever thought that the problem I faced back then was just a small human experiment, and it didn't have much social significance. But what if he wants everyone to face the same human experiment today? If every resident in the three provinces has the right to choose the location of the next attack based on the city, do you think this can really shake our society? To maintain a code of ethics?"

Lin Chen's voice is very peaceful and slow, and he is now using the same peaceful and slow voice to relay Lin Chen's words to the people at the highest level in this country.

However, as at a loss as he was at that time, the weather-beaten old man in front of him also began to panic.

Xing Conglian thought, yes, each of them keeps saying that they believe in human nature, but in fact, there is an unspeakable part deep in their hearts-they don't believe that justice can defeat evil, and they don't believe that goodness can defeat ugliness. , do not believe that some people can win over others in the end...

Even, they don't believe in human nature at all.

"This is the balance game on the wire." Lin Chen said like that.