Criminal Psychology

"What's your expression?" The visitor said coldly.

Holding the phone, Lin Chen said to Xing Conglian: "You, very, very good..."

"Are you disappointed, thought it was Xing Conglian?" Huang Ze looked down at him.

Lin Chen patted his body and stood up, and answered him sincerely: "Yes."

"..."

"Then why don't I say I'm sorry for disappointing you?" Huang Ze sarcastically.

"I accept your apology." Lin Chen replied.

"..."

Huang Ze was probably so angry that he didn't speak for a while.

Lin Chen looked at him for a while, and found that he was also on the phone and hadn't hung up yet.

The person on the phone said "Hello" loudly.

"What's the matter, Inspector Huang?"

Lin Chen gave Huang Ze a step up.

Huang Ze's face looked better now: "There is someone who insists on adding drama to himself, and must talk to you."

Lin Chen took the mobile phone from Huang Ze, but he didn't know why: "Hello, Lin Chen." He said.

"Consultant Lin, Consultant Lin, hello, is that you?"

"it's me."

"I...I'm Guiqiu...that Yan Guiqiu." The person at the other end said very familiarly.

The phone in his hand was like a hot potato, Lin Chen suddenly looked at Huang Ze, Huang Ze was very proud, and made a mouth-to-mouth, probably: Serve it right.

"Mr. Yan..."

"Call me Guiqiu."

"Guiqiu." Lin Chen realized that he had no experience in dealing with creatures like Yan Guiqiu, so his tone could not help but be cautious.

"Consultant Lin, you are too polite, and you still say that you want to apologize to me, and don't take someone like you, isn't that embarrassing me?"

"That was not what I meant."

"You are."

"Okay I'm..."

"what are you?"

"..."

Yan Guiqiu's voice was too loud, and the rooftop was quiet. Huang Ze had a cold face, but it seemed that he was having a hard time holding back his laughter.

"Youqiu, I called today, what's the matter?" Lin Chen was persuasive.

"Ah, Consultant Lin! That's right! I just want to tell you that there are so many good people in this world, and I decided to be a good person!"

Comrade Yan Guiqiu said it brilliantly and easily, but Lin Chen thought about it, and being a good person is a matter of one thought.

"Congratulations," he said.

"Thank you!" Yan Guiqiu replied and hung up the phone.

The phone hung up with a beep.

The purpose of Yan Guiqiu's call is really simple, pure and incredible.

Lin Chen put down his phone very slowly, as if he was infected by this simple world view.

He also took a look at Huang Ze, and handed the phone back.

"What?" Huang Ze raised his eyebrows.

"Why did you come?" Lin Chen asked.

"Nothing to do with you."

"Is it?"

Lin Chen looked at this friend who was once considered a friend, but later regarded him as an enemy of life and death and now has a delicate relationship, and understood Xing Conglian's intention to let Huang Ze come.

"I have something to tell you about Huang Weiwei."

He said.

The words are brief.

After all, over the past few years, he has been thinking about his words, thinking about how to explain the truth to Huang Ze.

But he never expected to use such a short and peaceful way at this point in time.

From the beginning to the end, Huang Ze didn't interrupt him, but just listened with his head down.

But it seems that because the truth is too shocking, he closed himself in another space, and if he knocked hard, he would be torn apart and shattered into powder.

Lin Chen put his hands in his pockets, and finally said: "The whole thing is like this, you have the right to know."

After a while, Huang Ze raised his head slowly.

Lin Chen has never seen such complicated eyes, pain, shock, despair, guilt, love, relief, all kinds of emotions merged into the most difficult moment in the world.

Sorry, and, too late.

Under the blue sky and white clouds, Huang Ze looked like smoke that was about to be blown away by the wind, as if his soul had been torn apart.

Lin Chen didn't look at Huang Ze again, and any language seemed barren, he passed by Huang Ze, wanting to leave here, leaving Huang Ze alone, as he often did before.

But when he put his hand on the iron gate, he suddenly turned his head and spoke to Huang Ze.

"Actually I don't understand."

Huang Ze didn't move at all, as if he was dead, and didn't hear his words at all.

So Lin Chen opened his mouth. This was probably the time when Lin Chen talked to Huang Ze the most in his life, but on the rooftop, during all these frank encounters, he never regarded Huang Ze as someone who had to keep a secret. Both need to listen to each other.

"I understand why Weiwei did this, or rather, I thought I understood why she did it, but this year, after meeting so many people, I realized that she was just the beginning, whether it was Fang Aizi or Xu Ran, or Song Shengsheng and Duan Wanshan, or even the just-concluded big vote. There are too many people and things, big or small, so that I don’t quite understand in the end, why do people sacrifice themselves for others?”

Of course Huang Ze wouldn't answer, Lin Chen continued talking to himself while the wind was blowing.

"This kind of sacrifice can be said to be a noble moral role, or it can be said to be an indomitable struggle against evil. It may be because of love, or it may be born of hatred. It is even said that altruists are the genetic descendants of human beings that are constantly selected for the continuation of the race. , but now, I suddenly found that none of this can explain the most basic question, why would they want to do this?"

Lin Chen pressed the door and turned his back to Huang Ze, waiting for an answer.

"Lin Chen, you still like to dig into dead ends so much."

Huang Ze finally regained his senses from the loss of his soul, and the wind brought his indifferent voice as before.

This is Huang Ze's unique way of speaking. Lin Chen is very clear that Huang Ze is telling him in this distorted way: I am fine,

He imagined that people like them must also have strong resilience.

"Yes." Lin Chen admitted, "Then please tell me why Weiwei chose to jump off by herself?"

"Because she wants to save more people, and she doesn't want to make things difficult for you." Huang Ze replied calmly but painfully.

"Then why does she want to save more people?" Lin Chen asked again.

"Because she is a good girl in our family."

Lin Chen nodded, but shook his head again. Huang Ze's answer was only partial.

He opened the iron door and took a step.

"Thank you."

He vaguely heard Huang Ze say that.

He waved his hand, but didn't look back after all.

……

The iron gate of the roof was closed heavily.

Lin Chen walked down the stairs, the incandescent lamps gave off a cool light.

Every time he walked down the stairs, he felt more relaxed, and the long-standing burden was suddenly let go, and the form was sudden.

Probably everyone needs such a moment of courage.

Lin Chen walked around the corner and went down to the stairs, surrounded by many people

There were people from the previous detention center, unknown police officers, and a doctor who was supposed to go to the rooftop to rescue him at any time.

Everyone lowered their heads and kept looking at their mobile phones, and the WeChat group and Weibo refreshed one after another.

"What happened?" Lin Chen suddenly woke up and asked.

After finishing speaking, his cell phone rang, and the call came from Xing Conglian.

Lin Chen signaled everyone to go back to work on their own affairs, went to the quiet window, asked Xing Conglian and said, "Let's talk."

"Okay?" Xing Cong even interjected.

"Not too good, but you can cheer up a little longer."

"Well, let me make a long story short."

Xing Conglian made a concise statement, and Lin Chen listened silently, not thinking about Huang Ze and all his old friends.

Xing Conglian talked about the findings on the Mailin server, the virologist's reply letter, and their analysis. When he heard the four white-collar workers who were innocently killed in the bombing of the beef noodle restaurant, Lin Chen's face was stern.

But whether it was Dana Rainforest and Doctors Without Borders, or the insurance company and Zhourui Pharmaceuticals, after all the details were linked together, Lin Chen's first reaction was not panic.

He probably felt Huang Ze's emotions on the rooftop now, a deep shock.

Today, like the past, is a very ordinary day.

It was different from the orientation when he was on the rooftop. He was now facing the main entrance of the hospital.

Ambulances with flashing red and blue lights came in and out, and the snow-white medical staff were busier because of the sudden news of the virus, but everything was under control and did not appear chaotic.

Various departments have already made plans in advance to deal with mass panic, and major network platforms and TV platforms are popularizing the truth about the Bonnard virus in various forms.

In Su Fengzi's plan to Xing Conglian, he inserted a symptom of virus infection that did not actually exist, so as to distinguish real patients from group hysteria patients who thought they were infected with the virus.

Of course, against such a background, there are rumors and mistrust, and some people are worried about the possible large-scale poisoning or spread of the virus in the future.

Things seem to have returned to the state before the initial big vote, a delicate balance before the storm.

But Lin Chen knew that it was almost over, everything was almost over.

"Lin Chen."

Xing Conglian called him twice on the phone, and Lin Chen looked away from the hospital gate.

"What are you thinking?" Xing Conglian asked.

Lin Chen thought about how to describe his true inner thoughts.

When Xing Conglian finished talking about the grand plan that was disrupted to pieces, Lin Chen suddenly realized that it was actually the victims, whether it was Fang Zhiming, Fang Aizi, Xu Ran Song Shengsheng, or Duan Wanshan. And Duanyang...

It has always been their silent struggle, like a trickle of water converging into a vast ocean, tearing an enemy countless times stronger than them to the point where they are now so crazy and helpless.

That man would never have imagined that all the ordinary people he regarded as ants and pawns, including those who had died, would eventually tie the noose around his neck.

"I have a strange premonition now." Lin Chen said.

"What premonition?" Xing Conglian asked.

Lin Chen felt that after sleeping on the rooftop, he seemed to have turned from an atheist to a complete god.

"I don't know why, but no matter what happens, we will win," he replied.

After saying this, Lin Chen hung up the phone with Xing Conglian.

Someone came from the end of the corridor, it was a doctor.

Lin Chen held his mobile phone, turned his head, the doctor took off his mask, and said to him tiredly but firmly: "The people from your police force asked me to come up to inform you that Shen Lian has been rescued, but she is not out of danger yet. Intensive care unit. Also, there is an online meeting with Dana in the neurology ward downstairs, you can go there."

The smell of disinfectant came over my face, the sunlight slanted down from the window, and the doctor looked white and bright.

Lin Chen nodded, bowed, and said, "Thank you."