Criminal Psychology

Journalists are the most well-informed people in the world.

Therefore, it was not Huang Ze who first learned of the disappearance of the Fengjing school tour bus, but a female reporter from the Provincial TV Daily News.

At that time, they had just finished interviewing at the scene of the bus hijacking case and were about to call it a day and go back.

The female reporter quietly took the mobile phone, walked up to Huang Ze, and said, "Inspector Huang, my friend at the city bureau said that something serious happened to Qiongshan, and you asked me to keep this exclusive, so I won't tell others."

Huang Ze looked at the woman's exquisite makeup, his first reaction was not shock, but sourness, Lin Chen...

Sure enough, this is the case, so if it is the case, what else can it do?

Like ants delivering messages or bees dancing to each other, the news of the disappearance of the entire first grade class at Fengjing School quickly spread wildly among the reporters.

For journalists, what could be more exciting than encountering a big event again during an interview?

Huang Ze was surrounded by the microphone and the camera, so he could only answer in a business-like tone: "The police are still investigating the case, and it is inconvenient to disclose the relevant details."

However, how can manpower stop the all-pervasive tentacles of reporters? Rather than letting these tentacles stretch randomly, it is better to control them within a controllable range.

So Huang Ze took these reporters to Qiongshan together.

At that time, they were approaching the Langchuan rest stop.

A lot of traffic was swarming out of the Langchuan rest station, and the rest station management staff were dignified, guiding the passing vehicles at the intersection. It was obvious that something happened at the rest stop.

Before Huang Ze could react, the news gathering vehicle behind him drove into the rest stop even before him. When he got off the vehicle, a photographer had already taken out the camera and started shooting.

Huang Ze took a deep breath, the air was filled with strange smells, the aroma of rice dumplings, the smell of oden cooking, and the tender smell of babies drinking milk, all these smells were wrapped in the strong smell of gasoline, and around him, more and more The vehicles began to evacuate, and he looked around, the exhaust fumes and smoke covered the ground, and the staff wearing badges were running towards him, with panic and anxiety on their faces.

He knew something was wrong here.

He also knew that Lin Chen and the policeman guessed right again.

Coincidentally, when he thought of the other party, the other party seemed to think of him.

The personal cell phone in his trouser pocket began to vibrate.

He took out his mobile phone and looked down. It was an unknown number, and the attribution showed it was Hongjing.

Very few people know his private phone number

"Hello."

In the monitoring hall of Hongjing Expressway, Inspector Huang's indifferent voice came from the phone. Wang Chao held up his mobile phone, a little on the verge of weeping.

Xing Conglian glanced at him and answered the phone.

On the LED screen, Huang Ze in a straight police uniform turned his head slightly and asked in a low voice, "Where are you?"

This question is too familiar, and there is always an indescribable awkwardness in his tone.

Xing Conglian raised the corner of his lips slightly, looked up at the big screen, and said, "Hello, Inspector Huang."

The low and slightly hoarse voice reached Huang Ze's ears, and he suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart, so his brows were obviously slightly frowned.

"First of all, I would like to sincerely thank Inspector Huang and the friends from the media behind you for coming. I have a small matter and I need your help." Xing Conglian moved his eyes to the display screen and then to the school bus at the corner of the parking lot, and continued, " I think you should have heard that Fengjing School lost a tourist bus full of students earlier, so if you look in the direction of nine o'clock, you should find a tourist bus with blue clouds painted on it. It's the one that the school lost, and the problem now is that the driver of the bus is strapped to his seat by a time bomb..."

Hearing this, Huang Ze suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of nine o'clock. Then, he started to run. He ran very fast, but he asked an insignificant question: "Xing Conglian, why did you Have my private number?"

Hearing this, Xing Conglian glanced at Lin Chen, and said, "It's a special event, so some special methods were used."

"Oh, time bomb, special means?" Huang Ze smiled mockingly, he seemed to sense something, looked up at the camera in the corner of the parking lot, and said. "Give the phone to Lin Chen."

In the surveillance hall, Lin Chen stood aside. He noticed Xing Conglian's sudden gaze, looked at the strange expression of the captain of the criminal police, and stretched out his hand to him.

Huang Ze stood directly in front of the tour bus. Inside the bus, the driver's face was like gold leaf, sweating profusely, struggling desperately on the seat. On the driver's chest, the red timer was running backwards by the second. Seeing this scene, his heart ached. An inexplicable anger surged up, "Xing Conglian, are you proud?"

However, the response over there was no longer low and hoarse, but became clear and peaceful: "Huang Ze..."

Huang Ze felt it was ridiculous: "Lin Chen, you said there was going to be an accident on the high-speed road, but it really happened on the high-speed road. I even doubt that all of this was arranged by you."

In front of the large LED screen, Lin Chen's face was dyed an extremely bright blue-green by the bright light of the screen. Hearing this, he raised his head slightly, his eyes were not angry, but filled with deep disappointment: "Shut up Huang Ze, I I don't have time to discuss conspiracy theories with you." His voice was cold, "Look at the bus driver in front of you, if you don't want to save him, turn around and leave immediately."

"What is this? Are you asking me an ethical question? Let me dismantle the bomb without protective measures, to see if I will use my life to bet on the lives of me and the driver?"

"No, this is not an ethical issue." Lin Chen paused and said, "Saving people is just your duty."

It has to be said that Lin Chen has an absolute advantage in persuading others.

"That is to say, if I don't save him, I will be a coward who neglects his duties." On the other end of the phone, Huang Ze sneered in a low voice, and then said, "Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

Lin Chen didn't say anything, but returned the phone to Xing Conglian.

Xing Cong connected the phone and calmed down: "Inspector Huang, the location of this bus happens to be in a blind spot for monitoring. Among the reporters you brought, there must be someone carrying a camera with wireless transmission function. Ask him to connect the camera to rest. The WIFI network of the station, we need to see the real-time images of the scene.”

"Oh, and then what?"

"Then..." Xing Conglian was a little embarrassed, "Then please point the camera lens at that time bomb, we need you to dismantle this bomb by yourself..."

"it is good."

In the picture, the reporters in the parking lot were running towards Huang Ze's position.

Huang Ze was surrounded by the crowd. He didn't know what he said. Some reporters turned around and ran away in fright, while some bold reporters remained at the scene. Some ran to get wireless cameras for Huang Ze, and some directly took the cameras The camera was aimed at Huang Ze.

Suddenly, an unknown quarrel took place in the crowd, and it became a little chaotic.

Xing Conglian said hello to the microphone twice, and vaguely heard what Huang Ze was saying.

Afterwards, another voice inserted forcefully.

"Young Master Huang, you can't take risks!"

The person who spoke was none other than Jiang Zhe, a psychologist who thought the carjacking was nothing more than a prank by rebellious teenagers.

Jiang Zhe held Huang Ze's sleeve tightly. He knew very well that if Huang Ze really took the risk of dismantling the bomb, if any danger occurred, then he who brought Huang Ze into such a dangerous place would definitely bear the responsibility of the Huang family. A hundred times angry.

"Didn't you say that this is just a prank, so I shouldn't be in any danger?" Huang Ze looked at the psychologist beside him and smiled slightly.

"That's right, Teacher Jiang, so the time bomb in the car is also a means for the "Candy Bandit" to attract the target. Can you analyze where the child in the car went?"

The reporters' long guns and short cannons quickly moved from in front of Huang Ze to Jiang Zhe's mouth.

"No, no, the robber's behavior has escalated. This is no longer just a rebellious teenager. I suspect that the teenager is likely to be a patient with antisocial personality disorder! His violence and aggression are rooted in his genes , he did all this to satisfy his criminal pleasure, he may be watching us through surveillance, the more people die, the stronger his pleasure, so Huang Shao, why did he stop the bus at the gas station Nearby, that’s because he wants to blow up everything here, he wants mass casualties, even if you try to dismantle the bomb, you will definitely not succeed, because he will definitely play tricks on the time bomb!”

Jiang Zhe spoke very fast, because of his words, some reporters who were planning to stand firm also started to panic.

However, Huang Ze still looked like he didn't care.

Seeing this situation, Jiang Zhe realized that Lin Chen and Huang Ze must have said something in that phone call just now.

He suddenly became agitated. He snatched Huang Ze's cell phone and yelled into the phone: "Lin Chen, if you really want to take revenge on the Huang family, you will come to me for everything. Don't let innocent people die because of it!"

In the monitoring hall on the other side of the phone, Jiang Zhe's impassioned voice was broadcast through the public, almost spreading throughout the hall.

All the eyes in the hall shot at Lin Chen in an instant, those eyes were like knives and swords, as if they were real.

Lin Chen looked at Xing Conglian, and Xing Conglian looked at him.

Realizing the silence on the other end of the phone, Jiang Zhe was about to pursue the victory when he suddenly heard a question.

"Jiang Zhe, can you recite it again?"

Like punching cotton or sparks falling into water, Jiang Zhe only felt his breath held in his chest: "What are you carrying?"

"Can you memorize the diagnostic criteria for personality disorders in Dsm-IV-TR?"

"What is that!" Jiang Zhe blurted out, "Lin Chen, stop playing tricks!"

"Dsm-IV-TR is the "Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Illness" revised by the American Psychiatric Association in 2000, one of the most authoritative diagnostic manuals of mental illness in the world. Since you think the suspect is a patient with antisocial personality disorder, then Please recite the diagnostic criteria."

Jiang Zhe's face was flushed red: "Who can recite the book in this situation, and you can recite it, isn't it great!"

"Yeah, do you want to listen?"