Criminal Psychology

No matter how good-looking TV is, watching it for more than 12 hours will become boring, and watching it any longer will make people have a tendency to be irritable.

But the TV I asked for, no matter how painful it is, I have to watch it.

Shen Lian twisted and turned on the chair very unhappy, Lin Chen sat opposite him, maintaining a light sleeping position with only clothes on, and had no intention of talking to her at all.

"Consultant Lin, this is a fatigued interrogation, which violates the United Nations Convention on Human Rights." She finally couldn't help protesting.

Lin Chen half-opened his eyes, staring at her with dark and sleepy eyes, but his words were very rascal: "Miss Shen Lian, you should know that I almost died of sepsis half a month ago, and to save you, I even injected the right medicine to save you." Drugs that are very bad for the nervous system lead to a high level of depression and symptoms of addiction, even so, I am still dragging my body here to accompany you and talk to you, you should be grateful."

"Then I'll die, so you don't have to work so hard." Shen Lian said angrily.

Lin Chen closed his eyes, but said soberly: "Before the result comes out, you are not willing to die."

Shen Lian didn't know that Lin Chen became so casual when talking to her, but Lin Chen himself didn't show any symptoms of depression other than his sluggishness. She stared at Lin Chen for a while and asked, "Are you sad?" Come talk to me and make me happy?

Lin Chen shook his head, and leaned his face to the other side, revealing the fair and fragile neck line, and refused to look at her.

"Then, are you really not confident about the voting results?" She leaned forward and asked angrily.

"You have struggled with the same problem so many times. You are the one who has no confidence." When Lin Chen arrived here, he sat up straight with a strong self-control that Shen Lian could feel, opened the drawer, and took out the A file was thrown on the table, "Since you want to talk so much, let's talk about the molestation you suffered back then."

This time the topic turned without any foreshadowing, so it took some effort for Shen Lian to turn her head around and face up to the thing on the table.

It was an old file, with the name of the host police officer—Bian Yuan—signed in the lower right corner of the red box on the cover.

"Chen Jianguo, Bian Yuan, and that old tramp who saved you, who do you want to talk about first?"

Shen Lian knew that they must have cleared up her past, but Lin Chen suddenly brought up such a thing, she still found it inconceivable: "You are really not afraid of making me unhappy."

Lin Chen sat up straight, pointed to the TV and said, "After all, that's my greatest confidence."

In the repeated program, the family members of the criminals were interviewed again.

Murderer Sun Zhen's mother was being interviewed. This woman obviously looked middle-aged, but her temples were gray and pitiful. She kept telling reporters to the camera that her son really drank too much. Accidentally stabbed someone to death.

The judge has sentenced him to life imprisonment, which means that the crime does not warrant death.Moreover, his son has been very obedient during his sentence, and he will soon get a chance to reduce his sentence. The woman knelt in front of the TV, crying, begging everyone to give his son a chance.

Of course, the middle-aged woman stopped mentioning Sun Zhen's history of multiple violent crimes in her narration. In his mouth, Sun Zhen was just a little boy who made mistakes for a while.

Shen Lian came back to her senses, looked at the files on the desktop again, and could vaguely sense what Lin Chen was going to say.

"Are you satisfied with who you are now?" he asked her, but without giving her time to think, he continued, "Overall, you've done so much to help your fellows have a voice, It seems that you have done a good job now, but since sociopaths are extremely selfish, I would like to ask, apart from the collective, are you satisfied with who you are now, proud, proud that you will die right now without regretting it? "

Stared at by Lin Chen's cold gaze, Shen Lian found that she couldn't move. She really wanted to find something to refute, but at this moment, her mind went blank for no reason.

She swallowed, and for the first time wanted Lin Chen to continue, so that she didn't have to think about this problem.

But Lin Chen is such a sharp person, he obviously knows how to seize every opportunity.

So he spent about 5 minutes for her to think, so long that the program behind the scenes had already started interviewing the families of the victims of the Sun Zhen case.

"I'm very satisfied." She forced herself to say in a firm tone.

Lin Chen nodded: "Then if, if you imagine, nothing happened back then, Chen Jianguo didn't molested you, the old tramp didn't die, and you, as a girl with a personality different from others, grew up through bumps and bumps, How would you rate yourself like that?"

Shen Lian narrowed her eyes and looked at Lin Chen coldly.

Lin Chen interrupted him before he was about to speak: "Your first reaction was that you felt very lucky, right?" He paused and said, "I mean, you think it would be great if nothing happened that night But, right?"

"But it has already happened." Shen Lian licked her lips.

Lin Chen nodded: "So you finally admit that this incident changed your life?" He leaned back in his chair and said solemnly, "Just like Sun Zhen's mother who dotes on her son, she thinks that the moment her son stabbed someone to death while drunk was the most important thing. decide everything that comes next."

"Of course not." Shen Lian looked at Lin Chen's condescending face, "You see, this is where our fundamental differences lie. Without this, my family, my genes, and my problematic brain determine that I must be Sociopaths are also doomed to become the status quo of enemies, Consultant Lin."

"That's just your personal opinion." Lin Chen said lightly, as if those were really unimportant.

Shen Lian smiled, she suddenly felt relieved, she even wanted to thank Lin Chen's sharp question for finally daring to face up to these things: "Admit it, Consultant Lin, although you say it, in fact, natural criminals in your society, There is only one way to die."

Lin Chen said seriously: "You are wrong about Chen Lian, this is one of the wrong beliefs he instilled in you. In fact, people experience different events every day, so choices will happen every moment. As long as a person is alive, he will There are choices. It's just that some choices are easy and some choices are hard; some people are swayed by choices, and some people actually make choices."

……

It was almost dawn when Lu Xu locked the door of the night snack shop. He followed the instructions of the proprietress and turned left. The house with lights not far away was the polling place.

Different from the imagined scene, the polling place was neither too hot nor too deserted, with an inexplicable sense of solemnity, in line with the atmosphere in the early morning.

Half a street away, Lu Xu vaguely saw sleepy reporters squatting at the polling place, but no one had the energy to take pictures.

There are sporadic old people coming out of the entrance of the polling place, and only the old people can get up and move around at this point.But when he got closer, he realized that the crooked figures he vaguely saw were not just the old people who got up early to vote. There was an old couple who were handing out leaflets.

When Lu Xu walked to the small flower bed at the door, he was also stopped.

The old woman wore many small flowers on her head, and stuffed him with a leaflet, but it was probably because he had a fierce face, and when the old woman looked up at him, her eyes became subconsciously vigilant.

Lu Xu shrugged, and walked away without paying too much attention.With the lights of the polling places, he glanced at the leaflets.

It was an introduction to the four criminals. He had watched a lot of it on the TV in the store today, but just as he was about to put the flyer in his pocket, he realized that there was a bright red blood book on the back of the flyer. .

The blood book tells how Zhao Yi, a loan shark, forced a desperate woman into prostitution, which eventually led to her suicide.

The old woman's cries were faintly heard in the wind: "Zhao Yi forced my granddaughter to death, I beg you all kind people, that beast deserves what he deserves! My granddaughter owes him so much money to treat my old woman. It should be my old woman who died, not my poor little granddaughter, please, please!"

The old man knelt down, and the old men and women who came to vote persuaded her. Those crying, miserable accusations and persuasion were disturbing.

Looking at this scene, Lu Xu suddenly remembered that his mother seemed to have knelt down in the police station like this.

The woman failed to bribe her with her body, so she knelt in front of the police, begging the law enforcement officers to give her son another chance, but it was clear that the strict law would not be changed because of a woman's knee.

But today, it may change because of an old lady's kneeling.

Lu Xu felt that this was very relieved, but he also felt an indescribable boredom, but he came to take revenge today, so he chose to go straight to the polling place without hesitation, and he must not turn back.

It was still early, and there were not many people queuing at the polling place.

In the innermost place is a small dark blue shed separated by a rainproof cloth. Open the curtain and go in to vote. No one knows what you voted for.

Lu Xu showed his ID card to the staff, and after passing the inspection, the staff handed him a simple check ballot, on which was the question that he could almost memorize backwards.

-- I will vote for the execution of four criminals who have not previously been sentenced to death to save more lives.

A. Yes

B.No

Lu Xu looked at the government staff around him, at the old man who opened the curtain and came out, and finally looked down at the multiple-choice questions on the poll again, feeling a sense of reality and absurdity that he had never felt before.

The staff gently pushed him on the shoulder, indicating that he could go in and vote.

He walked around the shed blankly like a marionette.

It was really a small space where only one person could stand, and the lighting was dim, making it even more depressing for a fat man like him.In front of him was a surveillance camera. There was a simple pencil and a locked voting bucket on the table. He poked his head over the voting bucket and saw only layers of snow-white paper.

Lu Xu put the ballot papers on the table, looked at the blunt 2b pencil, and still found it inconceivable that as long as he picked up the pen, he could indirectly decide Qian Bao's life or death?

He felt that he had no reason not to blacken the word "yes", but when he was about to reach for a pencil, he always felt that the pen was so heavy that he found that he didn't even have the courage to pick it up. nothing.

In the distance, the old lady's cries could be heard faintly, making this small place even quieter.

This is probably the first time since Lu Xu lived half his life that the world is so heavy and quiet, so quiet that a person like him can still ask himself at this moment: This is obviously a natural choice, but why? Can't you choose "yes"?

The lamp was still on, the pencil was still there, and no one came to hurry him.

Time flowed meaninglessly, and gradually, Lu Xu seemed to see his muddled life.

He saw the silly boy standing on the pier facing the police and didn't know what to do, he saw himself being pinned down by the police after that, he saw the judge opening his mouth again and again, and the cell door closing again and again.In the end, all these complicated pictures disappeared, and they were frozen in the simplest moment.

A young prison guard patted him on the shoulder and said to him, "Be a good man and never come back."

It was only when he was so quiet that he finally realized the meaning of this sentence that made his ears callous.This is not a procedural farewell, nor is it a false exhortation, but a sincere expectation.

"Make a good transformation and start a new life."

This is probably the fairest chance the world gives to every criminal who does not deserve to die. Likewise, it is the greatest goodwill that comes from all viewpoints.He had enjoyed this kind of forgiveness many times before, but at that time, he didn't feel that he still had a chance.

Lu Xu looked at the pieces of paper on the table, he felt that he didn't need to think any more.

Lu Xu was still crying when he walked out of the polling place.

The old man handing out leaflets in the morning light was stooped and staggering.

There was the faint light of the setting sun in the distance. He raised his head and looked at the misty ray of sky light. He really wanted to tell his 17-year-old self-don’t go to the pier to pick up goods for 50 yuan errand fees, silly fat man.