Criminal Psychology

The website went out.

Like a dark will-o'-the-wisp in the wilderness, it comes silently, and goes out with the wind when it goes.

Countless people who were peeking into the dark web witnessed this moment together.

Some people think that this is a network failure, some people think that the government has taken sudden network restrictions, and some people think that this is the behind-the-scenes preparation for the next round of action. Everyone has a different understanding of the same phenomenon, so this is actually a big event. There was no splash.

In the same way, the members of the organization who had been waiting for the next round of poisoning operations also thought that this was a normal adjustment and nothing unexpected.

The only one who reacted to it was the one who lost control of the site.

In the middle of the night, the lights of the beef noodle restaurant in the business district were still on.

Some office workers who work overtime all night are still eating, and the boss is still busy.

There are three or four programmers who just got off work in the store, waiting for their meal with a weak face.

The boss is wearing an apron, as if the store is still full of guests, cooking a pot of noodle soup with a happy face.

Beside him is a large pot of red oil still simmering on the coal stove, and the white noodle soup is bubbling, which complements the green onion at the bottom of the bowl.

The noodles floated up, and the boss quickly scooped up the noodles, poured the long-simmered soup base and a spoonful of red oil, and the movements were smooth and interesting.

He took off his apron, took a pair of chopsticks, and brought the noodle bowl to the guest's table.

The programmers were whispering about yesterday's vote, exchanging opinions on the construction of the website, and incidentally mentioned that the dark web voting website was extinguished.

The red oil that had been poured on the TV set earlier had been wiped off, but something was broken, so it was no longer lit, and there was only one incandescent light in the store that was silently on.

The old shopkeeper collected an empty bowl on the table, went back to the kitchen, extinguished the fire on the stove, and washed the bowl.

The process was very calm, without anger.

In the store, the noodles of several programmers were about to be eaten up, and there was only a thin layer of soup in the bowl.

The old shopkeeper put away the bowl, wiped his hands gently with the handkerchief in his pocket, took out his mobile phone with the other hand, made a simple call, and walked towards the door.

"Let's go," he said.

That voice resounded in the darkness of the dark night, several programmers subconsciously looked towards the door, and the rolling shutter door that greeted them suddenly descended.

The sound of steel rubbing suddenly sounded in the empty street, making one's teeth chill. At the last moment when the iron gate landed, a mobile phone was thrown in casually.

The programmers rushed to the door in an instant, and there was a slight sound of locking the door.

Fear and the will to survive made them knock on the iron door desperately and shout for help, but all the calls for help fell into the sea.

On the ground beside them, a flash of light suddenly flashed on the phone screen.

Someone bent down to pick up the phone, but the time was up.

The timing device in the beef noodle shop was reset to zero, and nearby residents heard a deafening explosion.

The flames soared into the sky, illuminating most of the night sky.

The whole store was ablaze with flames.

……

When Xing Cong called from the detention center, he had already returned to the command center from the criminal police office.

The moment he saw the caller ID, a strong bad feeling surged in his heart.

He connected to the phone, and the police officer on the other end reported to him what happened in the interrogation room.

After that, Xing Cong couldn't even hear the content clearly. He felt as if he had sunk into the bottom of the water. The voice of the policeman came from the surface of the water, with a hollow and vague echo.

After 30 seconds, he hung up the phone, and immediately began to search for the car keys. The thing was obviously in his hand, but he still found it after fumbling in his pocket for a long time.

The policeman's last words kept echoing in his ears: Shen Lian has been sent to the hospital for emergency treatment, and Consultant Lin is by her side.

Just because of this sentence, his limbs were cold, but his heartbeat was heavy and painful, and it was about to burst out of his throat.

He got into the cab and told himself with great willpower that you cannot drive in your current state.

So he held the key, stared at the crossbar in front of the parking lot, calmed down for a while, and then barely inserted the key into the hole.

Xing Conglian threw the phone on the dashboard, put on the bluetooth headset, dialed Lin Chen's phone number, then stepped on the accelerator and slammed the steering wheel.

The car rushed out of the parking lot like an arrow flying off the string.

The street lights passed by quickly, but the waiting sound in the earphones was consistent. Xing Conglian felt that he was about to crush the steering wheel.

At 40 minutes and [-] seconds, the phone was hung up three times overtime, and Xing Conglian stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.

Just before he made the fourth call, the call was connected. Xing Conglian didn't react at that time, and immediately shouted: "Lin Chen."

However, he didn't hear Lin Chen's words, but Wang Chao's voice sounded: "Boss, can you come to Unfinished House, there are some things you must see."

The anxiety and tension in the dynasty's discourse is even worse than his.

After a while, they both said at the same time: "What happened."

Before he could answer, Wang Chaoqiang said first, "Boss, why is your voice so hoarse? What's wrong with Brother Chen?"

"Shen Lian committed suicide in the detention center, in front of Lin Chen."

When Xing Conglian spoke up to this point, he realized that his voice sounded like a windshield wiper scraping a large swath of muddy water, which was rough and frightening.

But what surprised him was not his voice, but the silence on the other end of the phone, Wang Chao didn't even say the usual "shit".

Xing Cong's heart skipped a beat, bad things will come one after another, it's been like this since ancient times.

"Speak." He found that his voice sounded even hoarse.

"Boss, I know you are going to the hospital now." Wang Chao said with difficulty, "But you can't go, we have some things in the dark web server controlled by Mai Lin, and the operation team passed some things to me, you... You have to see the boss."

After Wang Chao finished speaking, he quickly hung up the phone without wasting a second, obviously to give him and Lin Chen time to call.

But this attitude is also very clear: Boss, you must come here.

The signal lights ahead changed, and Xing Conglian slammed on the brakes.

Just then, his phone rang again.

It happened to be a red light, red as blood in the night, Xing Conglian shuddered, and looked down, it was a call back from Lin Chen's number.

If Lin Chen calls back before Wang Dynasty, he will continue to go to the hospital no matter the sky falls, but this is a hidden arrangement.

He answered the phone, the red light turned green, he gritted his teeth and turned the steering wheel sharply, turned around and drove in the opposite direction.

Just in this gap, the sound of chattering at the door of the operating room of the hospital came from the phone, but Lin Chen's voice was not here, Xing Conglian was very sure.

"Hey... Captain Xing?" The other side asked tentatively

The voice was submissive, but it was particularly abrupt in the noisy background, and Xing Conglian's heart became cold.

"Where's Lin Chen?" He only asked three words.

The phone was picked up by another person.

The voice should be a certain leader of the detention center.

"The criminal squad, right? I'm the guard Chu of the detention center."

Xing Conglian stared sternly at the road ahead without speaking.

"Squad, I'm really sorry. Xiao Chen just reported it to you. It's all a problem during our guarding process. I didn't pay attention when sending things in..."

The other party wanted to say more, Xing Conglian interrupted him: "Where is Lin Chen?"

"Consultant Lin, I was still there just now, but somehow I forgot my phone at the door of the operating room. I saw that the phone rang too many times, so I asked my little colleague to pick it up."

"find him."

Xing Conglian was very calm, and his voice was very shallow. Chu Wei listened to it and felt that it was like a steel wire stretched to the extreme. Because it was shallow and thin, it killed people, and it was much sharper than a gun.

"I, I see..."

Chu Wei was still talking to others, but when he heard Xing Conglian's request, he subconsciously filtered out the people at the door of the operating room. He remembered that Lin Chen was still here just now, but why did he suddenly disappear?

The entrance of the operating room was getting more and more crowded, and all departments sent some people over, as well as experts from the higher-level hospital.Chu Wei struggled to squeeze out of the crowd, and then realized that he could go through the surveillance video.

He sent to the stairs, at this moment, a cold figure slowly came out from the toilet at the end of the corridor.

That is Lin Chen.

Chu Wei breathed a sigh of relief, and hurried over, wanting to hand the phone to Lin Chen.

But when he ran in front of Lin Chen, he stopped the car suddenly, because the eyes he raised slowly did not look like what humans can have.

Dark and numb, like a place shrouded in the shadow of death.

He opened his mouth, and his first reaction was that no matter what he said, Lin Chen couldn't hear him.

"Find a Bluetooth headset behind him, hang the phone on his ear, connect it with a power bank if the phone is out of power, and put it in his pocket together."

The phone was not hung up, and Xing Conglian was there, calmly ordering him.

At this moment, Lin Chen seemed to sense something, he glanced at him, his eyes fluctuated, and then slowly stretched out his hand to him.

Chu Wei breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to hand the phone back.

But Xing Conglian insisted: "Do as I say."

Chu Wei hurriedly equipped Consultant Lin with a complete "suit" according to Xing Conglian's statement.

And in this process, Lin Chen was like a marionette, sitting on the chair by the toilet door, letting him play with it.

Chu Wei broke out in a cold sweat. He had no doubt that if he had given the phone to Lin Chen just now, it would have dropped from Lin Chen's hand to the ground.

Xing Cong Lian drove a car on the night city road.

He listened to the sound of earphones rubbing against the pinna, Lin Chen's breathing, and Chu Wei's voice calling Lin Chen from the mobile phone, and his heart felt like a knife.

Although there were only a few breathing intervals, Xing Conglian felt that the time was unbearably long.

Finally, when Chu Wei left, he tentatively called out "Baby".

"I did it wrong."

Lin Chen answered him like this.