Criminal Psychology

Wang Chao rubbed his eyes, very dazed.

The world is so big, and personal strength is too weak, it seems that doing nothing is of great use.

He tapped the keyboard a few times and typed an inexplicable code. Thinking of some things in the past, he was a little frustrated.

At this time, he felt that someone was pressing his neck with a hand. The palm was large, and there were thick calluses on the joints and fingertips.

Dynasty certainly knew whose hand it was.

And this action was very gentle and comforting, he turned his head like a ghost.

"Go to sleep."

"Boss..."

Xing Conglian said: "Have some confidence, go to sleep first."

"Virus..."

How can I be confident.

Dynasty thought.

"First of all, this is a promotional material. Regardless of whether the other party is ready to use it or not, when we see it, they can only bite the bullet and continue."

Inspired by this, Wang Chao seemed to grasp the key point: "I can't hide anymore, so I can only prepare for a fight to the death?"

"If a large number of materials related to Bonnar disease virus appear on the Internet in the future, it will prove that they are probably at the end of their strength."

Xing Conglian said this.

The monitoring alarm in the lower right corner of the computer sounded.

He opened it immediately.

In the pop-up window, the keywords related to "virus" and "infection" set by him exploded with geometric values, exceeding the safety threshold.

"It's started." He turned the screen around so his boss could see it.

Everyone on and off the screen looked terrified.

But already knowing what would happen in advance, he didn't feel overwhelmed.

"The dog jumped over the wall in a hurry, ha ha."

Xing Conglian puts out the cigarette.

"What should we do next?" Dynasty asked.

Xing Conglian thought for a moment and said, "I'll give Su Fengzi a call."

His voice did not fall.

The phone on the table lit up, and the incoming call was from an unknown number. Dynasty was terrified, and immediately wanted to find a signal tracking device.

Ke Xing sensed something in advance from the joint image, his face was gloomy, and he connected without hesitation.

"Squad...I am Chu Wei from the detention center."

"Chu Suo."

"This...Consultant Lin is on the roof of the hospital. We are unprofessional and dare not persuade...Look..."

Dynasty was close enough to hear the cautious words inside.

He froze all over, feeling completely sleepy.

"I see." Xing Conglian paused for a long time, and then said, "Tell your people to back off and don't disturb him."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the two people on the video call and said, "Sorry."

After speaking, he slammed the laptop shut and wiped his face heavily with his hands.

But he has already received an early warning of public opinion, so the response of the command center will not be too slow.

Two minutes after hanging up the hospital call, Xing Conglian received the next call from Minister Shen.

He already had a premonition, and after picking up the phone, he said directly: "Wait for me for 3 minutes, and report the situation in 3 minutes."

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone directly.

There is very little time left for Xing Conglian to think.

On the one hand is Brother A Chen who is in a bad situation, and on the other is the behind-the-scenes behind Goujitiaoqiang.

Wang Chao saw it, but he didn't know what to do except worry.

Xing Conglian held the phone, clicked on the address book, and swiped his finger across the contact list.

He stroked the frame of the phone, wondering what he was thinking.

Just when Chao Dynasty thought he would call Brother Ah Chen, he saw his boss sticking the phone to his ear, and said after a while: "Fengzi, the situation is like this..."

Xing Conglian began to briefly explain the latest progress of the case to one of his allies.

Su Fengzi listened to the call for a while, and stopped joking, but said: "I am afraid that the transmission route of the Bonnar disease virus is not the most ideal and efficient way, so they want to use drugs and viruses to create mass panic. But Both of these, no matter which one, we have not used effective containment measures in the short term.",

"Yes."

"What about Lin Chen, Shen Lian hasn't let go yet, she's waiting for help."

"Shen Lian committed suicide and is still being rescued."

Su Fengzi's breath was stagnant, but he said sharply: "You avoid answering directly, is Lin Chen stimulated, and the situation is not good?"

Xing Conglian took a deep breath and told the truth: "On the roof of the hospital."

"Understood, don't tell him about the BDV virus for now, wait until he calms down." Su Fengzi was extremely straightforward.

"I think so too." Xing Conglian said, "But I need a brief solution to control public opinion and possible mass panic."

"I'll write you a brief plan."

"Thank you."

"Thank you sister." Su Fengzi said in an extremely irritable way, "How is Lin Chen..."

However, Xing Conglian didn't answer and hung up the phone directly.

Wang Chao checked the time, and there was only one minute left before his boss was scheduled to report the situation.

At this time, his boss looked at him with firm eyes: "Give me a few people's phone numbers, and then go to sleep. You have two hours to rest."

……

Lin Chen went to the rooftop just to blow some air.

In the morning, the temperature is neither hot nor cold, with blue sky and white clouds, not as stuffy as the entrance of the operating room.

Of course, the scenes of Chen Lian committing suicide kept appearing in front of his eyes. The blood gushing from her mouth and the blue pencil were all very eye-catching.

Sometimes Lin Chen could still see white bone stubble, but he didn't know whether it was a fantasy or a real thing.

But none of that matters anymore.

He sat cross-legged, with his back against the concrete wall, his hands hanging on his lap, and the ground was cold.

Because of the structure of the roof, he had to find a place where he could lean on his back, which was closer to the edge of the roof.

He probably knew that this looked a lot like suicide, but he didn't have the energy to care about the emotions of so many people right now.

He is indeed tired.

To be honest, although he always felt that his fate was very bad, he actually never believed in fate.

Not only that, but he still doesn't believe in karma, what the truth will be late, and justice will never be absent from these words.

Because the role of chicken soup for the soul is to make people in desperate situations survive with faith, but its disadvantages are also obvious. People will think that it is the axioms of heaven and justice that are at work.

But in fact, without that thing, the law of heaven is the fairest, and everyone is like nothing.

It is people who really fight for justice and truth.

But it is precisely because there is no natural reason that many times, people are so powerless.

Lin Chen closed his eyes.

Although the surrounding weather was clear, he felt that he was still standing in the narrow bathroom of the detention center.

He supported the sink, as if split into two people.

One side is dark and the other side is bright.

People on one side are desperate and lonely, while people on the other side become colorful and fragmented because of the reflection of cellophane.

He was thinking of Huang Weiwei.

The girl's vague smile appeared on the cellophane.

He looked at her and she smiled at him.

If there is a truth in heaven, or if people's fate should be judged according to their good or bad, then Huang Weiwei has the most reason to stand at the end of the balance of fate.

But Huang Weiwei died.

He thought of Song Shengsheng again.

He searched his guts, trying to find an exact wording to sum up Song Shengsheng.

What a beautiful life.

He could only think of this sentence.

So Song Shengsheng also died.

Of course, this causal relationship is not very clear.

But there is no such clear cause and effect.

Whether it was Fang Zhiming or Xu Ran, what reason did they have to die?

There are four more.

Four people exchanging tens of thousands of innocent people, what a bargain, I really should choose...

That's the end of it all.

Lin Chen knew that he was now on the edge of a dead end, and the person who should be responsible for all this was the murderer, not God.

But since there is a murderer, they should stop each other instead of watching tragedies keep happening.

I can't do anything, I'm so powerless.

Therefore, he neither wants to admit that the other party is too powerful, nor does he want to admit that he is incompetent.

One can only think that fate is the blind arbiter. The world is so impermanent and irrational, so no matter what happens, it will not be too outrageous.

Lin Chen realized that, in fact, he couldn't even convince himself, and couldn't convince Shen Lian.

He held the phone and squeezed it, but didn't call.

Since Xing Conglian didn't call, it means the situation is not good.

He blinked, the cool breeze was blowing on his face, his face was facing the sun, and he could feel the bright red blood vessels under his eyelids.

He knew that he was sick now, but the feeling of being sick was very comfortable.

Immersed in the despair of being powerless, there is no need for willful effort to achieve a state of satisfaction, a state of satisfying others.

how nice...

If it's a sad story, it could almost end with the hero committing suicide.

But it is a pity that the reality is crueler than the story, because no matter how tragic the reality is, the script is written by yourself, and no one will be responsible for your life, so most of the time, you can only survive.

Da da……

The door opened, and timid footsteps sounded from the rooftop.

Lin Chen rubbed his face, and really wanted to wait for the other party to approach and tell the other party that he didn't actually intend to commit suicide, just let him be quiet.

But the very light milk flavor comes with the wind.

He turned his head and saw a round and strong face.

Lin Chen was stunned.

"Why are you here?" He asked reluctantly.

Of course the visitor will not answer.

Lin Chen patted the ground beside him and asked the other party to come and sit down.

But soon, Lin Chen's arms sank, and the other party sat down on his crossed legs.

A little fat man who loves all kinds of chicken burgers, he takes it for granted that he weighs a lot.

Zheng Xiaoming chose to lean on him wholeheartedly in order to sit comfortably. Lin Chen was so pressed that he wanted to vomit blood.

He reluctantly withdrew his hand from Zheng Xiaoming's back, wrapped the fat boy in his arms, wanted to ask something, but was too lazy to speak, not everything had to be traced to the root.

Zheng Xiaoming can't speak either. After all, a gifted child with autism lives in a world completely different from that of normal people.

So they just stayed together for a while, blowing the air.

The child's soft hair roots clung to his neck, his whole body was overly fleshy, and the feeling in his arms was very full.

After an unknown period of time, Zheng Xiaoming finally started to act.

He twisted on Lin Chen for a while, and before Lin Chen's calf was about to be crushed, he finally took out something from his pocket.

It was a white food wrapper with some patterns printed on it.

After the wrapping paper was unfolded, Lin Chen realized that it was a KFC chicken burger?

He stared blankly at Zheng Xiaoming, the little boy's cheeks were full of fat, but he greedily inhaled the aroma of the fried chicken wrapping paper, swallowed, and showed him the pattern.

Then Zheng Xiaoming handed the wrapping paper with debris to his hand, and spread his other hand.

Knead the thumb with the middle finger of the index finger and rub it gently.

This action is more than familiar.

Lin Chen looked at the little fat man's pitch-black and clear eyes with anticipation, and didn't know what to say.

"He asked you to come?"

he asked at last.