Criminal Psychology

Like the second hand passing by randomly, the voting began at the moment of high-profile and silent.

At least when the director and reporter switched the screen back to the website at the end of .org, the number of visitors updated in real time at the bottom had exceeded the 50 mark, and it also increased rapidly at a speed that could not be recognized by the naked eye.

But I don't know when, a small button "view voting data" appeared on the website.

Many people subconsciously moved the mouse to the small slightly convex button, but when they really wanted to click, many people's fingers paused on the left button of the mouse, and they felt inexplicable palpitations.

I support the execution of criminals - 88.5% 905 people

I do not support the execution of criminals - 11.5% 118 people

"This is the real-time voting result five minutes after the official voting started, which is not surprising."

This is what the male anchor of Yongchuan Satellite TV’s live news room said.

……

Minjiang First Prison.

Yan Guiqiu couldn't stay any longer, he felt that he had been locked up for at least a day and a night.

If it wasn't for the extremely simple light bulb on the ceiling that was still emitting a dim yellow light, he would have thought he had entered a grave.

At the beginning, he also tried to talk to the other three bosses, but no one paid any attention to him. After all, the prison is a very hierarchical place.

Then he tried hard to knock on the iron door of the small black room. The police officer who brought him in claimed to be surnamed Huang, said "shut up and wait" at the door, and then did not respond to him.

He could only squat in the corner of the small dark room, keeping a not-so-deliberate distance from Zhao Yi who was sitting on the lower bunk, Qian Bao who was lying on the upper bunk, and Sun Zhen who was leaning against the corner.

But this can't alleviate his anxiety at all. It is said that people who have committed homicides have evil spirits. He didn't have a deep understanding of this before, but as time passed meaninglessly, he felt more and more that this small room There seems to be an actual fierceness in the black room.

You guys can't take it anymore...

Thinking of this, he just couldn't help shrinking his neck.

And at this moment, Zhao Yi, who had been sitting with Da Ma Jin Dao, stood up.

Before Yan Guiqiu could react, a pair of big hands descended from the sky, clamping his neck firmly.

Zhao Yi moved too fast, Yan Guiqiu's eyes went dark, he was picked up like a chicken, and slammed onto the iron gate.

With a bang, the back of Yan Guiqiu's head hurt so badly, he couldn't breathe, his brain was completely numb, he couldn't even use his strength to struggle, he just felt like he was going to die.

Suddenly, he loosened his back, and the iron door that had been closed for a long time finally opened.

Yan Guiqiu fell to the ground, Zhao Yi let go of him, his eyes were still white, and he could only hold his neck and pant heavily.

In the haze, a pair of black leather boots appeared in his vision, the uppers of which were polished so brightly that they could even reflect his sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks and his posthumous appearance.

Yan Guiqiu looked up and saw the indifferent police officer.

The other party held four white envelopes in his hand, and handed one of them to him.

"dismantle."

He heard the man say that to him.

Huang Ze stood in this small dark room that smelled of cement and faint blood, trying his best to keep calm.

He is well aware of how many citizens are watching the live broadcast through the installed cameras. His every move represents the supreme position of the police, and will be watched and chewed by the media and the public over and over again...

Even he himself will be stripped clean like these four criminals. He really hates this feeling, but there is nothing he can do about it, because Lin Chen asked him to be here to carry out the most important part of the whole plan:

To prevent these four people from dying inexplicably during the voting process, and after the voting results came out, carry out the task of taking them out of the dark room or killing them. Of course, Huang Ze never thought that the former result would happen.

Therefore, this task is destined to be extremely cruel, and it is really suitable for him to complete.

Huang Ze sneered in his heart, but there was no expression on his face.

He took two steps in the dark cell, and handed out the remaining three envelopes one by one.

He didn't know what was the significance of Lin Chen's tricks, because before he came here, he opened these four letters and read them, and they were exactly the same.

Probably to show respect for the sacrificial offering, Lin Chen copied the letter four times by himself instead of using a photocopier.

In the letter, Lin Chen explained to the four why they were selected and what would happen to them within 24 hours.

Lin Chen even briefly explained the voting rules and the guarantee of fairness in the letter. Huang Ze felt that these contents were purely adding fuel to the fire.

Sure enough, while he was waiting for the four people to read the letter, someone had already started tearing up the paper.

Huang Ze raised his head slightly, and the scammer sleeping on the upper bunk showed his fat head, his eyes were cold and evil, and he tore Lin Chen's handwritten letter into pieces, throwing white confetti all over his face.

I'm looking for death!Huang Ze thought so, but warned Qian Bao very politely: "If I were you, I would try my best to be gentle, courteous and thrifty, and I beg the viewers in front of the TV to let you survive."

The reason why he dared to say this is because his back is completely facing the camera now, and Lin Chen specifically asked not to record audio in the small black room.

The black and fat scammer laughed loudly, but his tone was terribly cold: "If you have the guts, kill me." He said facing the camera, and made a middle finger, "If you don't kill me, I look down on you."

Hearing this, Huang Ze still shrugged, a criminal is a criminal, it's unreasonable.

And while Qian Baozhong's angry sneer was still echoing in the dark room, Huang Ze heard a very soft and weak voice of questioning at his feet.

"This... Mr. Police Officer... You must have made a mistake, right?" The voice was high-pitched and thin, basically not like the voice a normal man would make.

But when he looked down at the black rat-like creature at his feet, he could understand why the man's voice was like that.

Greed, cowardice, shrinking, panic...

These words almost filled the man's face, which was disgusting. He believed that those people in front of the TV must have the same opinion as him.

Yan Guiqiu was holding the letter, his hands were trembling, and his eyes were wet. He tentatively asked him: "Huang...Officer Huang...why did you choose me?"

"It's stated in the letter that the sampling is completely random, but your number just happened to be drawn."

"No...not...I...how is it me?" Yan Guiqiu seemed to be still immersed in the huge inconceivable, and he didn't mean to admit his fate at all. He read the letter upside down several times, and said eagerly: "I...I Zhou I was released after serving my sentence, how could I be chosen, this must be a mistake."

Huang Ze looked down at him without speaking.

"I'm just unlucky. I didn't steal anything valuable and I broke my leg. How can I be so unlucky?" Yan Guiqiu was about to cry, as if suddenly thinking of something, he grabbed his trousers, like grabbing The life-saving straw, begged, "Can you change, Mr. Police Officer, smoke again, smoke again, please!"

The thin man shouted shrilly, but the little bit of sympathy that Huang Ze had just felt was gone after these words.

He didn't know what hope Lin Chen had, but he really felt that being able to save other innocent people with these four rubbish was the most cost-effective deal in the whole world.

……

Huang Ze wasn't the only one who had the same idea.

At least on the official website at the end of .org, the ratio of "life and death" is close to 2:8 as the number of voters increases.

Although it seems that there are more people who do not support killing criminals in exchange for antidotes, considering that this is the result of a sharp increase in the number of voters, this is still a very scary and huge ratio.

And many people were even more shocked to discover that the police, or rather the government, were not joking.

Around [-]:[-] p.m., some civic squares and public outlets that should have been quiet were lit up again and became lively again.

At that time, some aunts and uncles had not completely evacuated from the square dance. Some small delivery trucks came to the outside of the small square with tents. Well-trained staff who did not look like ordinary construction workers carried the tents from the vehicles. , It takes 5 minutes to build the big one of the hut.

The tents looked like they had been pulled from a government stockpile, new and unopened, the tarpaulins gleaming in the lights.

After installing the tents, the staff moved a few tables and chairs from the truck, and then evacuated in an orderly manner, as if rushing to the next location.

Seeing that people left, the children who hadn't finished their walk took their parents' hands and came to the tent house.

Some people stretched out their chubby hands and poked the iron pillars tentatively, while those who were more courageous had already lifted the curtains, and crawled in and out of the tent, having a great time.

It's playing out all over the three provinces, and sometimes the reason we need a government is because it's really, really strong.

Many activity centers that were already closed turned on their lights almost at the same time. Some people were arranging the tables and chairs, and some people took over the thick airtight boxes and looked at the tens of thousands of things inside with tired and uncertain eyes. Blank vote.

In the night, the crowd of onlookers outside each tent house gathered more and more.

Some residents even went downstairs in slippers to see the facilities built in 5 minutes.

The police have not officially announced the specific process of offline voting through Yongchuan Satellite TV, but looking at these tents, many residents can relate it to what happened today.

"Damn, pinch me, am I dreaming, seriously?" The white-collar worker who just got off work pushed his friend who lived with him, and looked at the tent under the tree in disbelief through the gap between the crowd.

"If you're sick, it's okay to vote online, and to vote on-site. It's the same as electing the president. It's a big deal." His colleague was swiping his phone, looked up nonchalantly, and continued to chat with his girlfriend.

In the wechat window, the girl replied——[Several bad guys, the police are already weak if they can't catch them. If you can figure it out, what kind of antidote will you use the lives of four criminals for?Doing so will make you lose your face! 】

"My wife, you are right." The man typed quickly, and then said, "It has nothing to do with us anyway, let's talk about where you want to go on vacation on weekends..."

He pressed the send button, and there seemed to be some bustling sound coming from the front, but this could no longer attract him to look up.

A new line of replies popped up—【My mother is crazy, she asked me when I can go downstairs to vote, middle-aged women in their fifties like to join in the fun. 】

"If the old lady really wants to join in the fun, you can teach her to vote online."

Immediately, a rolled-eyed expression appeared in the chat window, fully reflecting the girl's dissatisfaction. The man playing with the mobile phone smiled in the night, and opened the official online voting address announced by the government with a browser.

Outside the park, another completely different government vehicle stopped.

This time, the people who got off the bus were replaced by government office personnel in suits and leather shoes. They wore the national emblem on their chests, and each of them carried a large cardboard box in their hands. They came in twos and threes from a distance.

In the night, those young faces looked extremely serious, as if they really wanted to do something that must be strictly completed.

The man who had just registered for online voting inadvertently looked up and saw this scene.

His mobile phone beeped a short message prompt, which was a verification code for real-name authentication.

7086, very simple four numbers, as long as you enter these four numbers and press the confirmation button, you can be eligible to vote.

But at that moment, outside the crowd, in the darkness of the sky and the ground, he found that his fingers were heavy, and he didn't even have the courage to enter the verification code.

Young people in uniform suits opened the door curtain, drove away the children, and moved the cardboard boxes into the tent.

The entire surrounding area of ​​the tent fell silent following their movements.

Everyone stood there in a daze, watching the lights in the tent suddenly come on, and then suddenly realized that the vote was real, the government was not joking, and because it was not joking, it looked more like a joke.

But gradually, no one can laugh.