Criminal Psychology

Anyone with a certain status will always be unhappy when questioned.

But Fu Hao wasn't unhappy at all, he smiled all over his face, clasped his hands together, and looked at Lin Chen eagerly.

Have to say, this trick is very useful.

Xing Conglian saw the unsmiling young man bow his head, he picked up the evidence bag on the table in embarrassment, and told them seriously: "These white quartz sand should come from a sand table. There is a type of therapy in psychotherapy called a sand table." The game is roughly using such white sand and many ornaments to explore and integrate the human mind." He seemed to be thinking about something, and spoke slowly but carefully, "If there is no Taobao, the price of a complete set of sand table therapy equipment is More than 2 yuan, there are only a handful of manufacturers and distributors, but now, it will be very difficult for you to trace the source of Baisha."

His voice was a little weak, but whether it was the peaceful eyebrows or the correct posture, there was an absolute and convincing posture.

How should I put it, in the face of absolute professionalism, all wild guesses seem too petty.

It was rare for Xing Conglian to apologize, but his apology only lasted for a few seconds before being broken by Lin Chen's next words.

"You let me go, promise not to appear in front of me again, and I will tell you where the sand comes from."

"Okay." Xing Conglian didn't hesitate at all, and replied very straightforwardly. After finishing speaking, he supported his stomach with one hand and looked at Lin Chen with interest.

Now, Lin Chen was surprised.

He also did not expect that the police would answer this request.

He stared seriously at the criminal policeman's dark green eyes, and seemed to be able to see sincerity and integrity from inside, as if he really didn't seem to be bluffing: "The sand in the little fat man's hand was stolen from my room, but the rest of the corpses Baisha, I really don't know."

So he replied.

Xing Conglian nodded, with an expression as expected.

Lin Chen didn't speak anymore, he glanced at his junior brother, stood up, and wanted to leave.

At this moment, a slight vibration sounded in the interrogation room.

Lin Chen turned his head subconsciously, and saw the two people sitting on the chair looked at each other, and then each answered the phone.

"Mr. Lin."

Xing Conglian held down the microphone and suddenly stopped him.

"We'll go to Central Park later, just in time to take you home on the way, please wait a moment."

He said it so naturally, without any flaws, it was impossible to refuse.

If he knew that the so-called drop-in was to go to the scene of the murder first, Lin Chen would definitely not get in Xing Conglian's jeep.

The crime took place in Central Park. The deceased was a young man in his 30s.

According to the reporter, the man was exercising in the park at the time and accidentally fell from the ring. The cause of death may be a skull base fracture.

At this time, it was completely dark, the street lights were thin, and the camphor trees in the park swayed gently with the wind. In the night, the yellow police cordons were very clear.There were so many people around the cordon that it was impossible to see what was going on inside.

The inertia of the brakes made Lin Chen lean forward slightly.

A moment later, the police officer in the cab had already taken off his police uniform, applied the handbrake, and lowered the window.

Before he could react, Mr. Police Officer had already got out of the car and locked the door, locking him and Fu Hao in the car.

"Mr. Lin, then I will trouble you to wait a little longer."

Through the car window, the police officer blew a kiss to him, and then ran away gracefully.

Lin Chen was sitting in the jeep, with the night wind blowing across the window. Everything that happened today was bizarre, but in the final analysis, it was because the people he met today were strange.

Beside him, the junior brother was trembling, and whispered: "Senior brother, don't be angry, Captain Xing probably just wants to send you home. He is not bad because he has a quarter of the blood of the fighting race and a quarter of the Italian country. blood, so he is more unrestrained..."

"These two bloodlines are mixed, and it is basically impossible to produce normal people." Lin Chen looked at Xing Conglian's back and said so.

Of course, Xing Conglian couldn't hear Lin Chen's evaluation of him.

As a human being with complex bloodlines, he is a perfect example of flexibility. He tousled his hair, lit a cigarette, blended into the crowd of onlookers, and then stood beside an aunt in a square dance skirt.

"Auntie, what's going on, there are so many police officers." The captain of the criminal police, with a cigarette in his mouth, pretended to be a crowd of onlookers, and poked the aunt beside him in horror and curiosity.

"He's dead!" The aunt spoke in substandard Mandarin and whispered in Xing Conglian's ear.

"Who is dead, this is a big deal!"

"Isn't it a big deal, boy, I can see it every day, and I exercised with him yesterday." Speaking of gossip, the aunt was very enthusiastic, "He shouldn't be too powerful, he can hang his feet on the rings, so he can fall down like this." Come here." As she said, the aunt bent down excitedly to demonstrate, "It's like this, and then the ring broke, and he just fell down and died!"

"That's terrible!" Xing Conglian echoed.

"It's more than miserable. His face was so frightening at that time. It looked like his eyeballs were about to fall out. His screams could be heard from ten miles away."

"You mean, he wasn't dead when he fell?" Xing Conglian suddenly realized something.

"No, let's move him, he was still moving at that time!"

……

"The aunt just said that the suspension ring broke suddenly, and the person did not die on the spot."

Xing Conglian stood by the window on Lin Chen's side, with a cigarette in his hand. Although, Fu Hao felt that he was talking to him, but the words seemed to be for Lin Chen.

And Lin Chen leaned on the back of the chair with his eyes lightly closed, as if he had fallen into a light sleep.

One of them seemed to be talking in the night wind, and the other was half-truthful and half-fake in the night.

Fu Hao was almost burned by the weird atmosphere between the two, so he hurriedly stepped forward: "Is it an accident?"

Xing Conglian didn't answer him, but looked at Lin Chen and said, "This will not come to a conclusion until the forensics department finishes investigating the scene."

Fu Hao felt that he was superfluous, just when he wanted to continue talking, Lin Chen who was beside him suddenly opened his eyes, and stood up straight with the car door open, Fu Hao followed his line of sight, vaguely able to pass through the crowd, See the scene where the murder just happened.

It was very dark, the police lights were flickering, and the fitness equipment was glowing blue.

These equipment are scattered and stand, all of which are standard equipment such as uneven bars and sit-ups. They are not old, and some places have been touched very smooth, but there are no signs of rust or damage.

Only in the most corner, the suspension ring stand stands alone, one hangs in mid-air, and the other falls to the ground.

Beneath the ring, which still seemed to be covered with sporadic blood, was a sandy field formed by degraded turf.

Lin Chen glanced at Xing Conglian, the two were so close that they could almost feel each other's breath.

In the night, he saw that the police officer's eyes were a little more searching, and he seemed to have found clues about the sand, but he held back and did not reveal it.

The same is sand.

In this city, there have been cases that seem to be related to sand for several days. This may be a coincidence, but it is also very possible that there is a connection behind them.

But Lin Chen thought, what does these things have to do with him?

"I was at the police station when the incident happened." Lin Chen said, "So the murderer was not me."

After he finished speaking, he saw a trace of disappointment in Xing Conglian's eyes.

"I don't quite understand what Mr. Lin said." Xing Conglian took a deep breath, then threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stamped it out, and said with a smile.