Criminal Psychology

Probably after the old man finished saying that sentence.

An electric three-wheeled vehicle drove against the flow of people towards Hongjing Municipal Bureau.

Although the afternoon was coming to an end, the sun outside the building was still bright, and the number of police officers coming and going at the entrance of the Municipal Bureau did not decrease.

"Old Zhang, come to check the package!"

The courier brother of Shunshui Express stopped the tricycle, knocked on the window of the guard at Hongjing City Police Station, and he yelled

"Take it easy." The doorman, Mr. Zhang, flipped through a newspaper and said slowly.

The little brother immediately fell silent, looked nervously into the city bureau compound, and began to remove the couriers one by one from his car: "This case is big enough, do you have any inside information, Uncle Zhang?" ?”

Old master Zhang has been the guard of the Municipal Bureau for ten years, and has rich anti-reconnaissance capabilities, so he will not reveal the inside story because of a small courier's prying.

He pushed away his rattan chair, walked out of the guard room with his hands behind his back, and said as he walked, "That's not true, there are big cases every day."

He squatted down, like a king inspecting soldiers, checking whether the name and phone number on each courier were suspicious.

If he finds a problematic file, he has the right to call someone out, or just throw the mail through the X-ray machine.

Especially at a critical moment like now, his inspection is even more careful.

Shun Shui's courier brother finally moved all the courier items, and the weather is still a bit hot.

Xiaoge hummed a tune and wiped off his sweat, then returned to the black painted electric tricycle, took a few letters from the mail bag hanging on the faucet of the electric car, and fanned them like a fan , and handed it over to Lao Zhang.

There are thick calluses on the janitor's hands. If Shun Shui's little brother observes carefully enough, he will find that the cause of those calluses is completely caused by guns rather than repair work, but ordinary people do not have such a keenness.

The moment the letter was in his hands, the cheerful old man at the police station's eyes changed.

Among the four printed letters belonging to the Social Security Center and the credit card repayment letters, there was another letter mixed in, which was obviously different from those letters typed by the unified machine.

The janitor took out a sweat-wiping handkerchief from his front pocket, put it between his fingers, and slowly pulled out the letter.

The envelope is made of kraft paper, and the back is sealed with blood red wax paint.

On the front, it was written in a handsome cursive style - Hongjing City Bureau Xing Cong Lian received a few words.

Under the sun, some fonts are reflecting, which is very blurry.

……

Xing Conglian didn't get this letter in the first place, not because he was in a meeting with high-level officials, but because the development of the situation had not yet reached his control.

What arrived before the letter was the first frenzy of public opinion.

The area of ​​the network department in the hall exploded in a very disgraceful manner.

The first to jump is Dynasty.

Although he still wears a peaked cap very childishly indoors, in his professional field, the young man reveals complete control that does not match his age.

He chewed lemon-flavored gum, checked several display screens around him, and scanned the surging data stream with his eyes. He didn't even need to input any instructions before he had a preliminary judgment on the development of the situation.

The young man frowned, but no tension and anxiety could be seen in his pupils.

He patted the shoulder of the person next to him, indicating to him the temporary position, and then he rushed directly to the small glass room at the end of the hall.

"Boss, there is movement on the Internet!"

Wang Chao didn't care how many provincial and ministerial officials were sitting in the glass room, he didn't even knock on the door, and after pushing it open, he reported directly to Xing Conglian.

Xing Conglian paused for a moment, giving Minister Shen a chance to ask "what's the matter".

Dynasty pursed his lips.

Xing Conglian nodded to him.

After receiving the instructions, he rushed directly to the computer in the corner of the glass room and opened the notebook connected to the main screen.

Another display screen embedded in the wall next to the glass plate lights up instantly, and the ice blue light makes people feel uncomfortable for a while.

But the young man didn't notice the other people in the room, he was completely immersed in his cold and precise calculation world.

He collected the data from the main control room, and several histograms appeared on the screen. It was public opinion monitoring software belonging to the government department. It looked rustic, but it was easy to operate.

Dynasty selected the "harmful words" part, and in the next second, all the histograms became colorful, but they continued to climb like the body of a poisonous snake.

"30 seconds ago, the combination of internet keywords 'betting' and 'poisoning' exploded at an exponential level." Dynasty explained, and quickly dragged the mouse to move to the next screen.

In an instant, a picture of a nebula like a big bang appeared, and countless white dots appeared on the dark blue background.

Dynasty clicked on the source data in the middle of Nebula.

It was a Weibo, and the sender's IP was located in a shopping mall in a certain city, with a huge flow of people, it was difficult to determine who actually sent this Weibo in a short time.

Only three pictures were posted on Weibo, without text, obviously the sender is well versed in network surveillance.

The first picture is the results of dark web votes hidden by the police. It is completely a screenshot, so the time is displayed in the lower right corner of the desktop.

The second picture is the scene of riots in the clothing market in Meicun City. The angle of the photo is weird. In the lower left corner, someone raised his wrist to reveal the surface of the stainless steel. The flow of people in the market is completely blurred.

The third photo has no time, it is a cold and procedural notice, it is a safety inspection notice issued by the superior department to all subway entrances in Meicun City.

Obviously, these three pictures are put together to imply a message: Before the riots in the clothing market in Meicun City, the top government officials had already learned that Meicun was about to be attacked. They made many plans and even successfully avoided it. The problem of the railway station was discovered, but this information was concealed from the public, so that the tragedy in the clothing market occurred.

It has to be said that the Weibo sender is a master of public opinion hype.

He directly pointed the finger at the government department for the tragedy, implying that the government is suspected of concealing information from the public. After all, there is no kind of hype that can arouse public interest more than scolding the government.

After finishing all this, the young man raised his head with sharp eyes, and only asked three words: "What should I do?"

"Does this still need to be asked? Of course it is controlled under guidance!"

"How to control it?" He asked, as if he was going to confront the public opinion experts of the higher-level department, he called out a few typical remarks.

——Damn, this is too perverted.

——Isn’t this a terrorist attack?Damn, she maintains stability and stability all day long, and she doesn't even dare to fart when something happens.

—Crazy, these people!

——What is the URL?I have to cast Hongjing to death. I have seen Hongjing's idiots displeased me a long time ago.

Just as Wang Chao adjusted the data, the size of the nebula on the screen expanded a lot.

Public opinion experts clapped the table: "Explain to the public that the government knew in advance that the attack was going to happen, and that it had already made a plan. In order to prevent the panic of the whole society and the need to solve the case, it did not notify the public of the overall incident. The relevant situation is still in progress." During the investigation, please believe that the police have the ability to solve the case, and don't listen to rumors except for the official announcement... and..." He pondered for a moment, "We have to block the account of this source and track down the specific people involved. This kind of thing Do you still need me to teach you?"

The dynasty did not listen to the order, and the attitude of the young man was obvious. In the entire small glass room, he only listened to one person.

Xing Conglian looked directly at Minister Shen. Since the dynasty came in, the old man's face, which is over sixty years old, has been very ugly.

"I know what you're thinking, but if you make a prejudgment without solid evidence, you will intimidate the public and threaten social stability. What if it falls into the hands of criminals?" The old man paused and said, "Xiao Liu's plan , is the safest way, you can focus on solving the case for me..."

Xing Conglian wanted to speak, but at that moment, Zhang Xiaolong became the second person to interrupt the meeting.

Holding the evidence bag in her hand, the policewoman was no longer as shy and timid as before: "Criminal team, the guard has received a letter for you." She lifted the envelope and said, "I have checked it, and there is no powder in it." object."

Xing Conglian nodded calmly and took the evidence bag.

At the same time, on the built-in screen behind him, Dynasty clicked on the last message.

——The po owner gave me a way to vote online, let's vote for Yongchuan together!

……

At the same time that Xing Conglian received the letter, the same letter was also sent to Fengchun TV Station.

The only difference is that the mail is not sent by the old-fashioned means of delivery.

The letter appeared in the mailbox of every employee in the news editorial department of Fengchun TV Station in the form of mass mailing.

Some people regarded it as spam and did not click on it, but some people, driven by the title, clicked to disassemble the entire email that was made into an animation of a letter.

It was as if the magic was dispelled in an instant, the wax fell off, and the animated mail stood up abruptly, and then it was disassembled by itself.

The words written with a black cursive pen fell into each pair of pitch-black pupils.

During the first 2 minutes when many people were eager to open the letter, no one spoke.

But the bewildered and incomprehensible emotions after the first reading were soon swallowed up by a frosty horror atmosphere.

The chaotic sound of pushing away tables and chairs echoed in the group office. People with quick eyesight and hands have already taken screenshots and saved emails, and some even raised their mobile phones and started taking pictures.

The editor-in-chief rushed out of the independent office and yelled at the entire office: "What are you doing, take a screenshot and upload it to social media, afraid that the police won't knock on the door, are you?"

However, the next moment, the sound of the flash and the shutter clicked lightly, like the best mockery.

The editor-in-chief turned pale.

Seeing this, the editor who couldn't resist taking pictures raised his hand bravely and said: "Boss, this is big news, we will report it if we don't report it to our friends, and the one who gave us the bonus is not the police..."

The editor-in-chief was choked, and his face was gloomy, but it looked like he couldn't find anything to refute for a while.

At this moment, the reporter who kept refreshing Weibo in the corner shouted: "BAS TV station has sent BreakingNEWS!"